Author's Note:

Chapter seven! And you know what that means!

That's right! More of Tamaki's shit! :D Bwahahah... How will our beloved pairing make it out of this little predicament? XD I just love suspense.

I apologize in advance if Genkaku appears OOC... his personality proved difficult for me to manifest. At least, in my opinion. In any case...

Lilianarowena! This one's for you, girl!

xxx

CHAPTER SEVEN

It was night, yet not a soul would've been able to tell, as the hidden G Block was deep, deep underground. A solitary figure strode down the eerily dim hallways at what would appear to be a rather leisurely pace. It was a figure that every resident inmate of G Block would have recognized, had they peeked out into the hall. A figure they would have recognized, and feared. To some degree, in any case.

The small thump of the figure's footfalls and the swish of its long, robe-like clothing shifting as it went along were the only sounds coming from the hallway. It seemed as though the inmates- or the vast majority of them, at least- had retired. Lights-out tended to only be a guideline for some. The figure halted its progression by a particular room. The tall male grinned a foreboding grin. Although this was not exactly his preferred type of assignment, a job was a job, on the down-low or not.

The door opened without protest, and the man was greeted by the darkness of the sleeping quarters. Immediately, he saw a bed. Upon the bed were two sleeping figures. The grin widened. Woodpecker and Crow. Sleeping like babies. How... fortunate. Upon closer inspection, a much smaller figure was curled up between them. Wider still, the grin grew. This was just too easy, it was tantalizing. He couldn't understand why the Promoter hadn't allowed him to kill all three right then and there. But then again, the Uber Monk supposed, Tamaki's plans always had happy endings.

Menacingly as you please, the Undertaker strode silently into the room, coming to a halt right next to the crowded bed. They looked so damn peaceful, he noted. However, he knew that it was all a lie. No one could be truly peaceful until they had their souls ripped out of their writhing, meaty prisons. Oh, how badly he wanted to slay them all. Perhaps, if it proved useless after all, he would be allowed to kill the infant? All just a fantasy, he knew. Orders were orders.

With a disturbing tenderness, he lifted the small child out from under the covers, pausing afterwards to observe the parents and make sure they were still sound asleep. As he did this, he noticed that Crow shifted quite a bit, and his eyebrows twitched a couple times. The Undertaker frowned. He was waking up. Slowly, but surely. That could not happen. Holding the sound-asleep infant in one arm, he produced a syringe. A clear liquid was contained inside, enough to keep both of the Deadmen asleep well into the next day, which was more than enough for the man's purposes. Positioning the needle at the right spot, he inserted it into Crow's neck, injecting only the amount desired; too much would have fatal consequences. At once, the Deadman relaxed, and the Uber Monk grinned again. Then, for good measure, he injected Woodpecker as well, although a bit less, as he was obviously more susceptible to drugs and the like, what with his small body and all.

He turned from the two effectively knocked-out Deadmen, their child cradled in his arm. As he left the room, his grin, naturally, widened. Perfect. Everything had gone just perfect.

xxx

When the teenage Deadman awoke, he knew immediately that something was wrong.

Even before he shifted his hand and felt a cold absence where his child should have been, he knew something was wrong.

His dark eyes snapped open, and he was sitting upright a split second after, frantically looking back and forth for little, defenseless Harumi. His baby. His baby was missing. Missing. Thoroughly distraught, he began to shake Senji's bare shoulders, desperately trying to wake his lover up.

"Senji! Senji! Wake up! Please wake up! Harumi's missing! She's missing, Senji! Wake up, wake up, wake up!"

But the only response he received was a small grunt from the older Deadman. Undeterred and growing more frantic with each passing minute, Ganta tried again to rouse him, shaking him harder and harder, voice steadily rising, until the eyes of his lover fluttered open and he sat up at last, alert flashing across his features.

"What's that, Kid? She's go-" he cut off his question when he looked down at the space between them. The empty space between them. Fuck.

At once, Ganta was out of the bed and jogged over to the bathroom, peeking in, not seeing his child, then heading straight for the door of the room without another word to Senji. Senji did not appreciate this at all. He caught up with Ganta before he left the room, placing a rough, tan hand on his slim shoulder. "Whaddya think you're doing, Kid?"

Instantly, the teen whirled around to face the ex-cop, panic and despair welling up in his dark, wide eyes. "I'm going to find my child!" he exclaimed, voice faltering throughout. He was shaking, the older Deadman noticed. Shaking and paler than usual.

Senji saw how close his lover was to an all-out panic-attack, so he pulled him close and spoke in a low, soothing murmur, trying his best to calm Ganta down. "There there, Ganta. Everything will be fine. We'll find where she went, don't worry. She probably just wandered off somewhere, or maybe that white-haired chick took her out some place to play. Either way, she can't be far, so just calm down. We need to think with level heads here." Thankfully, Ganta's frantic breathing seemed to have slowed, and his quivering died down. Senji furrowed his brows in concern nonetheless. They had to find her, and quickly, he knew. He didn't think Ganta would be able to handle this much longer. As for himself... well, Senji had assumed that he, of all people, would be the hysterical upset one. Instead, he found himself more level-headed than most people would have given him credit for. The reason for this was most likely the fact that Ganta was the one falling apart, and he felt, deep down, that he needed to be strong for his family. They needed him, now more than ever. And he'd be damned if he wasn't going to own up to his responsibility.

At that moment, they heard a sound from above, and looked up just in time to see none other than Shiro descend from the ceiling vent with her normal graceful enthusiasm, landing lightly on her feet, a smile wide and bright upon her face.

"Ganta!" she exclaimed. "Come and dinner with Shiro!"

As the girl smiled happily, the lovers glanced at each other in confusion. Finally, Ganta voiced the question:

"Dinner? Shiro, what time is it?" he inquired, nervousness once again blatantly displaying itself on his childish face.

The albino girl tilted her head to one side and placed her mittened hands on her hips, regarding Ganta as if he were an idiot. "Time for dinner, stupid Ganta!" she answered, as though it were the most obvious thing in the world. But to the two Deadmen, it came as a surprise.

Ganta looked back up at Senji, beginning to shake again. "It's that late? Senji, we slept this late? How? It doesn't make any sense!"

Senji rubbed the teen's shoulder in an attempt to calm him down before he went into a full-blown panic attack. Despite this, he had no choice but to voice his alarming conclusion. "It means someone must've drugged us in our sleep..."

His teen lover seemed even more distraught (if that was at all possible) at the revelation. "D-drugged?" he stammered, wishing he'd heard incorrectly. "You think we were drugged, Senji? That doesn't make any sense at all! Why would someone drug, us, Senji?"

The older Deadman looked back down at Ganta and murmured grimly, "They wanted Harumi, that's why." Anger began to show more and more on his face as he went on. "And I'll tell you who did it, too. Those damn lackeys of that motherfucking SON OF A BITCH PROMOTER! That crazy, sick-ass bastard! I'll kill him! I'll-"

Shiro interjected with her late revelation. "BABY'S MISSING?" she screeched. All at once, her attitude changed. Now, she was angry, too. "Shiro will go find Baby Harumi for Ganta!" And then, true to her word and without a word more, she dashed out of the room and down the hallway to begin her search. Ganta didn't even watch her go.

Tears had started to brim in his dark eyes, and Senji tried to reign in his anger for the moment to reassure his lover. "It'll be fine, Kid. We'll find Harumi, and we'll find that fucker and make him pay, alright? We just gotta keep our cool." Ganta nodded and wiped his eyes. When he took his hand down, there was a piercing, fiery determination where once hurt and desperation had been.

"Okay," he murmured intently. "Let's go find 'em. Can't wait to beat the living shit out of that psycho bastard-"

"'Fraid that just won't do, little sinner," came a much-hated voice from the doorway. The two whirled around to face the red-haired "Uber Monk", expressions red with utter loathing and hostility. But the man only grinned a sickening grin, and before either Deadman could make another motion, he'd pulled out his guitar and strummed a chord, an ear-splitting chord that seemed to make the air around the two waver and crack, as though the atmosphere were falling apart. Almost immediately, the Deadmen dropped to the floor, unconscious. For that was what the chord had been utilized for, despite its atrocious sound. Genkaku could not suppress a laugh. Perfect, all too perfect! Not even a ghost of a challenge, and phase two had already been put into action. He smirked. Was weakness the price of love and parenthood? It sure appeared to be. Either way, he supposed, as a few masked guards closed in to seize the Deadmen, they would all find out soon enough.

xxx

Ganta was rudely awakened by horridly bright lights that seemed to burn through his eyelids. Groggily, he sat up and opened his eyes to look at his surroundings. He was not pleased in the least bit by what he saw.

The cage.

He was in the cage.

And suddenly, everything came back to him in a painful rush: Harumi missing, panic, fear, anger, Senji, Shiro, yelling, drugging, Senji, Undertaker, song, falling, Senji-

Senji.

He was up immediately, head turning from side to side, looking desperately for his lover. And oh, did his heart drop to the pits of his stomach when he saw him. Senji had awoken as well, and stood on the other side of the massive cage. And at once, everything made sense. Ganta scowled and turned his eyes upwards, yelling out at that damned promoter, wherever he was, "What the hell is this?! What're you trying to do, huh?!"

He heard an intercom click on, and that voice he so despise wafted from the speakers. "Ladies and gentlemen," he crooned with the voice of an experienced announcer, and he went on sarcastically. "Prepare yourselves for a tear jerking, heartbreaking battle betwixt two loving parents for the life of their precious little baby. Have your tissues at the ready!" He laughed here, and was joined by several other voices of spectators who, somehow, managed to enjoy his sick humor. "Isn't this a predicament? If they refuse, they forfeit the life of this beautiful little thing~" A screen appeared, and on it was a video (whether it was live or not, Ganta couldn't tell- he wasn't sure if he wanted to) of... Harumi. The Deadmen's jaws dropped. They didn't want to believe it, but there she was, in a clear glass pen, crying her little eyes out. This seemed to further fuel the cackling of the crowd. The screen vanished, and Tamaki resumed speaking.

"And now, without further adieu..."

Ganta and Senji looked at each other, eyes wide with dismay. This couldn't be happening...

"Deadmen, bleed~"

...But it was.

xxx

I thought I would submit a chapter over vacation. Never have I been so wrong.

Sorry bout that ^^" Aaaaanywho, please do review, as those, in all seriousness, make my day, and thank you to those that do. Until next time, my lovelies!