113 Kidnapped

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"I have no other uncles," faltered Yuna.

The redhead paused and blinked. "He said his name was Ryu."

"Rings no bells."

Ayumi glanced back over her shoulder up the stairs. "He's a big guy with black hair. Also has red eyes like you. Seems to be a rock musician. He and Wataru were talking about bands." An oppressive feeling came over the blue-haired. "Everything okay? You look a little pale," observed the hostess.

"Yes ... yes ..." The huntress looked up the stairs. She heard this high, cackling laugh, which pursued her in her dreams. "How did he find me?" moaned the girl.

"Yuna-chan?"

The huntress stared at the redhead. "This is the murderer of my family."


The tray slid out of Ayumi's hand, but Yuna grabbed it within a fraction of a second from the air before it could hit the floor and cause a noise.


"Oh God. Oh God. Oh no." Panic came upon the young woman and she climbed carefully down another step.

"Shh!" Ayumi nodded anxiously. "Listen. I lure him into my room. You have to get Wataru and then run away."

A tremor seized the hostess as she paled. "What will become of you?"

"If he wanted to kill me, he would've come directly to me. He's up to something."

Uncertain kneaded the older one her fingers. "Should I call the police?"

Yuna stared at her flabbergasted. "What good should that do?"

"They will arrest him?"

Shaking her head, the girl explained, "Ayumi-san. He tears people apart with his bare hands. He is bulletproof and almost invulnerable."

"Ohgodohgodohgod ..."

"You have to get you guys to safety. I'll take care of him." The redhead nodded hastily.


Yuna looked up the stairs. She pressed the tray in her roommate's hand, took a deep breath, stretched her back and began to climb the stairs. At the top, she walked slowly down the hall. She should notify Yoshiro. No. He couldn't help her. No one could help her. She had the devil in her home, so it appeared as if she would have to make a deal with him.

She entered the living room and discovered Tirr and Wataru, who sat side by side on the sofa and saw a music video on the Internet. A blasphemous noise came from the speakers.


"Pretty hard, Ryu-san," rated Wataru.

"I know. I simply love that shit."

"Hey," she greeted the two. The men looked over at her.

"Hey, Yuna-chan," they chorused.

"Good to see you ... uncle."

His hideous grin jumped at her. "I came as fast as I could. Terrible what happened to my brother." Tirr stood up and came over to her. He leaned toward her. "Give your uncle from the States a kiss, sweetie."


Yuna shook with anger. Since Wataru couldn't see her completely, she didn't hide the expression of pure hatred on her face. She stood on her tiptoe and blew a kiss on his cheek.


"I see, you're doing quite well. I was totally worried about you," said Tirr.

The girl snorted, "I bet."

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