When you become conscious once more, you're dimly aware of voices. You keep silent and still, not opening your eyes, and feign sleep. You gradually begin to understand the words.

"What happened?" Morro. You would know his voice anywhere by now. But his tone is so different. Is he.. Worried about me?

"It is not like you to be concerned, master." Bansha says.

"Be silent, and let Ghoul-Tar speak."

"But master, Ghoul-Tar is foolish. I could explain"..

"I told you to be silent! I'm sure you could explain, witch, but I trust Ghoul-Tars' word better at the moment."

Then Ghoul-Tar speaks. "Bansha lie to Ghoul-Tar. Say you want girl. They leave. Then, Ghoul-Tar hear Bansha attack girl. Girl fight back, and Ghoul-Tar hear girl run away from Bansha." You feel a cool, wet cloth being gently dabbed on your forehead.

"Master, that's not true! I"..

"It IS true!" You roar, surprising everyone, yourself included, with your outburst. Morro looks at you questioningly, but doesn't interrupt. You continue, "Bansha took my cuffs off, then attacked me. You wanted to get me into trouble, didn't you? Killing me would have just been a bonus."

"Stupid child, I only"..

"Enough, Bansha!" Morro jumps in quickly. "If you cannot resolve your issues, then there is no place for you here. Understood?"

There is still anger in her eyes, but Bansha bows her head in submission. "I will endeavour to comply, master." She grumbles.

"Good. Now leave me, both of you." Ghoul-Tar looks confused, until Bansha grabs him and hauls him off. You feel slightly uncomfortable being left alone in one room with Morro. You absentmindedly start writing 'Morro' over and over on your paper. With hearts! Then you notice. You blush and are about to erase it when you realize that you're not cuffed. You look at Morro in dumbfounded disbelief.

"You were knocked out." He offers by way of explanation, shrugging.

"I'm not now."

"And I'm not evil. I think that you can have some freedom. I also suppose that you can go outside today for a small amount of time, though I will have to cuff you after that." He says, casually sauntering over to you and looking over your shoulder to see what you've written. You're mortified and madly erase it, but too late. He sees it. He grins.

"Want to go outside now?" He asks.

"Yes, please."

Morro keeps his word. He has you blindfolded and takes you outside. Where, you don't know. But it is a pleasant day, and you find yourself chatting with him.

"How is it that Bansha disintegrated, and yet she is still here? You killed her, didn't you? Shouldn't she be dead?" You ask. Morro lifts an eyebrow. "I mean, out of commission?" You correct yourself.

"I merely blasted her particles apart. It only takes a few hours for her to regain her strength after that. She was.. out of commission, as you put it. You were just asleep then."

"Oh." Is all you can say. You spend the rest of your time out talking with him, mostly, but soon, too soon, it's time for you to go back.

"Alright, that is enough time for today." Morro decides. Bansha takes out your cuffs and is about to put them on your wrists.

"No, let me." He stops her and takes the cuffs, his tone deepening, giving you goosebumps. Then he sidles over beside you, puts his hand on your waist, and slowly, deliberately walks around 'till he's facing you, his hand gently following your every curve as he does so. Then he stops and looks at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes. He puts a finger under your chin and firmly draws it up. You gasp as you realize what he wants. His smirk confirms it and he begins to lean his head forward. When he's no further than two inches from your lips, he pulls back slightly, and you whimper with disappointment, then immediately chastise yourself for doing so. He grins and tips his head to the side, his eye getting slightly obscured by his green-highlighted lock of hair. You can't help thinking how attractive he looks, despite your predicament. He then bows his head to your ear, so close that you can feel his cool breath in it.

You feel your blood pressure go through the roof as he speaks to you. "If you liked that, you'll love this." He murmurs, grabbing you by your waist.

"I..I d..don't." You begin to stutter.

"Really?" He interrupts your pathetic attempt at communication and raises an eyebrow at you again.

"I..I", you think again and shut your mouth.

"That's what I thought." He says in a low voice and pulls you to his chest. So close that you can feel his solid abs. Even if his grip wouldn't have been so tight, you knew you wouldn't have been willing, or able, to escape. He lowers his head so that his lips are level with yours. But right at the moment when your lips touch, Ghoul-Tar appears. "Soul Archer want to speak to you. He send Ghoul-Tar. You come now?"

Morro turns furiously on the hapless ghost. "How dare you bother me? Couldn't you see I was busy? I".. He looks like he's going to get even nastier, but he sees that you're beginning to look scared and composes himself. "Sorry." He grumbles, but his eyes still spark angry fire. Then, almost like an afterthought, he remembers to finally cuff you. You're in too much of a light-headed haze to really notice or resist.

"I'll deal with you later." He tells you. He nods to Bansha to take you back. That snaps you out of it, and you feel hurt. "DEAL with me?" You question. Morro winks at you and licks his lips.

"Oh!" You say in understanding, excited for later, whenever that would be. Then, feeling emboldened, you throw a kiss to him. He looks startled, then grins widely in evident anticipation. Bansha sighs in resignation. She puts on your blindfold, and takes you back to the warehouse. She does not harm you.