Onihunter Yuna 2

61 Disturbing Memories (Present)

"What?!" the young man groaned in shock.

She could no longer look at him. "Do you remember, when I couldn't sleep after defeating Tirr?"

"Y-Yes."

"He was in my dreams. And there he... he did bad things to me," she explained.

"So you weren't really raped?"

Her eye narrowed to a slit. "Fuck you, Wata." She turned on her heel and stamped away.

"Wait, Yuna-chan! That's not what I meant. I'm just trying to understand." He followed her hastily and grabbed her right arm, but she broke free.

"Leave me alone."

"Baby, please. I want to understand what you mean," he pleaded.

Anxiously, she looked at him. "I can't talk about it. It... I..."

"You can talk with me about everything, Yuna-chan. You know that."

Angry, she screamed in a shrill voice, "I JUST CAN'T!"

Frightened, her boyfriend jumped. He had already experienced her angry, but never in that way. Tears slid down her cheek as she stared at him – her nostrils widened.

The bedroom door behind the girl opened and Yui peeked out carefully.

"Are you all right?" she asked timidly.

"Don't worry, Yui-chan." Wataru just glanced at her for a moment before looking back at the blue-haired.

Gasping for air, she wiped her eye. "Yes. Nothing really." She stepped toward her boyfriend. "Let's go to your room."

"Sister... Midori agrees to drive with us to the warehouse tomorrow," said the blonde.

"Okay. Sleep well, Yui."

The middle-school student looked from her sister's back to her roommate's face. "You too." Then she closed the door.

Yuna went past Wataru to his room. She looked down at the rumpled futon and frowned in disgust, then went to the only window in his room to sit on the floor in front of it.

Carefully, the singer squinted into the room, before venturing to enter his own kingdom.

"Close the door," ordered the blue-haired.

Nodding, he followed her instructions. "Okay."

"The important thing is that this phase is over, okay? I'm still processing it, but it's over."

The young man shrugged helplessly. "But that were just dreams, right?"

"I don't know. It was real to me. That's why I didn't want to sleep anymore. As soon as I fell asleep, he was there and..."

"All right. The important thing is that it's over." He came over to her and dropped to the floor next to her. Both stared at the futon in the center of the room as he put his hand on hers. "How did it stop?"

Yuna turned her head and looked at him. She studied the hair hanging from his forehead. The short hair of his beard. "Someone stopped him."

"Someone?" Wataru wondered.

Slowly she nodded. Her thoughts drifted away.