Onihunter Yuna

80 Memories

The worn out rolls struggled rattling through their guiding rail, as Yoshiro shove the warehouse door open. Yuna stood behind him, wondering what she had to expect.

The Oni brought her into the warehouse. It was located on the same areal as Yoshiro's hideout. The girl wondered if he owned the whole property. How rich was he really?

They came to stand in front of a collection of plastic containers and crates.

"Wait ..." Yoshiro read the labels. "This is from your parents bedroom."

"I have no need for this."

She immediately felt sorry for her harsh words. Her parents were dead. This stuff here was everything that was left of them. Yuna gulped. She opened a box. The work uniform of her father was on top. Hundreds of times had she seen him leaving the house in this uniform, when he went to work. She ran her fingers over his name tag.

"Hm ... I had met him in such a uniform.", noted Yoshiro.

Yuna looked at her "uncle". "You miss him, right? You have spent a lot of time together ..."

"It was only a few moments considering the centuries that I have been living, but yeah ... I miss him. I miss all of them.", confessed the Oni moody.

She sniffed. "I miss them too."

Previously, Yuna was not able to feel this loss, but now it was omnipresent. She was afraid, that she would break from the pressure, but she had to be strong. Her parents had brought her up to be a strong, young woman, and Yoshiro supported her with all his might. And there were her new friends, Ayumi and Wataru, who were there for her. She wasn't really alone, but at the same time, she felt so lonely.

Her mentor had already gone further and investigated another stack of crates.

The huntress lifted another lid and peered into the box. Clothes of her mother. She recognized the colorful patterns from her mother's favorite dress. She remembered last year's summer. Kaori had worn this dress as often as possible. Tears welled in her eye.

She reached for the garment and lifted it up to her nose. It smelled a bit of smoke, but the fragrance that she associated with her mother was also still present. Yuna sobbed quietly while tears slid down her cheek. She glanced at Yoshiro, who turned his gaze away caught, and further inspected the crates.

The girl decided to take this dress with her, wash it and wear it. In memory of her mother. "What have you got over there?"

"Kids stuff."

Yuna locked her box again and went over to her mentor. She looked over Yoshiro's shoulder as he rummaged through a box. Baby bodysuits. These were Ayu's. She thought of her youngest sister. How she failed, when Tirr snatched the baby from her. The girl raised her hand to her mouth, to prevent herself from crying out loud. Ayu was also dead. She would never again be able to be annoyed about her baby sisters crying. The Oni looked worried up at her.

"We can do this another time."

Determined, she shook her head. "No. We are here now. We do this now."

"I can see how much you are suffering."

"That's not your problem.", she retorted acidulous.

"You are so stubborn." He forced a smile on his face.