Onihunter Yuna 2

104 Future Plans (Present)

Yuna sat in the locker room, listening to the muffled voices of her friends. She pondered over what had been said. Was she really ready to take that next step with Wataru? She had a vague idea of ​​how to do it. In this day and age, it was almost impossible to know nothing about it. She had already wondered what it would be like. She had felt him through his pants, when he was very excited while kissing. A little bit, she was still disgusted to touch that part of his body. And yet it seemed normal. The whole world did it. Since thousands of years.

I don't want to die as a virgin.

She clenched her fists and pressed them against her eyes as she groaned in frustration. Maybe she should check on him. He surely was bored and cursed himself because he had let himself be persuaded to go on this trip.

She rose from her seat and left the Onsen. For a moment she stopped in the corridor outside the door and looked around calmly. Could she imagine living here? It was hard to imagine how Yoshiro once lived here. And then, together with his great love, Kira.

The high-school student followed the corridor, but stopped at the library door. Should she look after her sister? The little bookworm had instantly fallen in love with this hodgepodge of knowledge, and the blue-haired feared that a move might enhance Yui's antisocial vein because she would only be in the library. Shaking her head, she marched on to the front door. The boys' shoes were here, so they were in the house. Her eyes slid to the staircase that led to the upper floor opposite the front door. Did they go up there?

She stared uncertainly at the wooden railing as the door to the living room slid open. She looked over and saw Nagisa, armed with a feather duster, step into the hall and close the door. She walked down the hall to the kitchen.

The girl shrugged, moved to the living room door and shoved it back open. After a cursory glance she entered, closing the door behind her. Through a window front, which was opposite the front door, the daylight shone in and flooded the room with bright light. She glanced over the furniture.

She looked at the dining table and imagined how she and her 'family' would eat together. It didn't even seem so strange. Yuna walked slowly to the table and rested her right hand on the back of one of the six chairs. Yes, it could be really similar to the pension.

She peered at the sofas and saw herself on one of them, armed with a sketch pad as she drew on it. Wataru sat with his guitar on the other and practiced a song.

I wish for this. I fight for this.

A sad smile crept over her features before she let go of the chair and ran her hand through her hair. She had to go to Wataru. Maybe they could go for a walk together. She didn't want to be alone now.

Yuna briefly studied the chandelier, but then she really wanted to look for her boyfriend. She slipped out of the door into the hall and continued towards the kitchen. At the height of the shrine she stopped and looked at the photos. Kira had been really beautiful. What did she look like as an oni? Furtively, she squinted to either side, then dropped to her knees in front of the shrine. As she had once learned as a child, she folded her hands in front of her chest and bowed briefly.

"Hey, uncle. Long time no see, right?" She thought briefly about her conversation with the phantom in her oni's world. "Or not. It doesn't matter... You have really set up a nice home here. Kanade-san and his family treat us very courteously. I think that Midori will give in as well. It's really great here. It would be even nicer if you were still here." She pressed her lips together and stared at the photo of Yoshiro. "I hope you forgive me for what I did. Oh... you certainly have. It was your wish... but... how can I forgive myself? Sometimes I still dream about it and wake up covered in sweat. I killed Tirr like you wanted. And I protect Yui by all means." She listened as she heard footsteps. "See you then." Just as she stood upright again, Wataru strolled down the corridor.