Onihunter Yuna

62 Fashion advice

After Yoshiro had gone and Yuna had calmed down, she went back into the living room and sat down once more next to Ayumi in front of the TV. The redhead gave her a questioning glance, but the huntress had nothing to say. Together they watched a show. The "uncle" had vanished.

"Are you okay?", asked the older one.

"Yes ..."

Ayumi put her arm around Yuna. "You can tell me, if you want to. I'm here for you."

The girl sighed. "My family is going to be buried."

"I understand."

"Hm?" Curiously, the blue-haired looked at her roommate.

"That makes it ... real."

Slowly, Yuna nodded. "It does."

"If I can help you somehow, let me know."

"My uncle took care of everything. I'm supposed to say goodbye before they get buried."

"Are you ready for this?"

"I have to."

The redhead pulled Yuna close and held her tight. "No, you don't have to. If you grieved enough and feel ready, then you take your farewell. Everything else is just a formality."

"I'm ready. I should get it over with."

Ayumi looked at the profile of the huntress and stroked her fingers through the girls hair. This girl was really weird. Sometimes she seemed so vulnerable and the next moment she appeared cold and unwelcoming. Why was that?

"Why do you say that so heartlessly?"

Yuna sighed. "My power has the side effect that I can't feel anything. No pain, but also no emotions."

"Sick."

"Yes. I ... I'm not sad. I mean ... when I think about it, I know I should be sad, but I don't feel it."

"I can't imagine this. This must certainly be quite disturbing."

"Jepp."

For a couple of seconds the redhead looked at the TV again. "Shall we, maybe, pay your family the last respects together?"

"You didn't know them."

"Yeah, but you shouldn't have to do this alone. I speak from experience."

The blue-haired rolled her eye. "Now comes another sad story? By now I've had more than enough of them."

The young woman gasped and held her breath for a moment, while she looked at Yuna pervasive.

The girl tried to smile reassuringly. "That should be a joke."

"No. You're right. Somehow this pension has become an asylum for people with a difficult past."

"Did you have to carry your sister alone to the grave?"

The older one smiled slightly as she thought of her dead sister. "Wataru explained to you why I behaved so strange towards you, right?"

"Yes."

Ayumi took a deep breath. "We were orphans. Our parents died in a car accident when we were little. We grew up with our grandparents. Reiko, my younger sister, never got over it. She began to take drugs, to prostitute herself and eventually she died from an overdose."

"I'm very sorry about that."

The redhead gave the huntress a grateful smile, then she looked a little absently in the TV.