Onihunter Yuna

24 Roommates

He raised an eyebrow. "It's rude to stare at someone like that."

"Excuse me." Embarrassed, she looked away.

He studied her appearance. "Are you the new one?"

"The new? ... Oh yeah."

"Welcome. I'm Wataru."

"I'm Yuna."

"Pretty name. Pretty girl. Nice sunglasses."

Yuna blushed a little. "Th-thanks."

Wataru grinned at her. "Do you need anything?"

"I wanted to take a bath. Have a nice day."

"It's down the stairs, to the right and then to your left."

"Thank you, Wataru-san."

"See you later, Yuna-chan."

Slightly faster than she wanted, Yuna scurried along the corridor in the other direction. In the background she heard him get up and fiddling with the guitar. She felt somewhat different. "Pull yourself together! You don't have time for this crap!"

Resolutely, she rushed down the stairs. The rather unkempt appearing manager looked at her. Wordlessly, he pointed to the left, down the hall when he saw the bathing utensils in her hands. She nodded, turned in the direction and followed it until she stood in front of a door on her left. A sign with the words "Bath" was attached thereto. She walked into the bathroom.

"Occupied!", yelled a woman out of a tub on Yuna's left, as she entered the room.

The girl blinked in surprise. "Excuse me!" Immediately, she wanted to close the door again.

"Oh. A girl may come in of course. I thought it's that pervert again."

"I'll wait outside."

"Sister, you have nothing that I had not seen before, and you can't look away my sexual mass." The woman got out of the tub, rolled over the cover and came towards Yuna. She went to the door and slammed it shut behind the blue-haired. "Besides, I'm as good as finished. You're new here, I presume?"

Yuna nodded and looked at the body of the young woman. She moved completely uninhibited in front of the girl, which seemed to her a little strange. The few years difference in age could clearly be seen in certain places. The high school student noticed the bright red painted finger- and toenails. In addition, this woman looked very beautiful. The proportions of her face were all uniformly and her green eyes had that certain something. The young woman looked at the blue-haired also blatantly curious.

"I am Ayumi. Cool hair color.", the elderly presented herself.

"Yuna. Yours is not bad either."

Ayumi had fire-red, short hair in a pixie cut. She grabbed her towel and began to dry herself. Then she slipped into her fluffy bathrobe and into her slippers.

"It's all yours, blue."

"Thanks, Ayumi-san." The young woman winked at the blue-haired and left the bathroom.

Finally alone again. Yuna took off her sunglasses and looked at her face in the mirror. She had become accustomed to the red, left eye, but her right eyelid bothered her. Whether a glass eye could help? She pulled a few faces and moved around her eyelid. This was total useless.

Yuna undressed and began to wash herself thoroughly. She felt dirty, so she washed her entire body three times completely before rolling the cover of the tub aside. Steam rose up and gave the impression that the water was very hot.

Carefully, the girl entered the tub and than sat herself down. Weird. It was quite pleasant ... even more ... She couldn't exactly define it. The blue-haired splashed some water on her face. Somehow the water was not hot. She fished for the thermometer to check it and read forty-one degree Celsius.

She used to bath almost daily and every now and then the water was too hot after her mother heated it up again. Was that because of her power? She looked at her hands, as they glided through the hot water and emerged unharmed. Yuna leaned against the edge and tried to relax.

The girl thought about the young musician on the upper floor. At first glance, he seemed very sweet.

What was that again? She had better things to do. She should proceed as quickly as possible to Yoshiro and continue her training. Why did he let it happen, that she got distracted by so many things?

"Revenge is not everything, Yuna."

The blue-haired thought carefully about the words of her mentor.

"You can lead a normal life.", he said. Maybe. Someday. But first, she had to take care of Tirr. This miserable bastard. Even absent he disturbed her life tremendously. "I'll kill him.", she vowed repeatedly.

After the bath, Yuna crept back into her room. Wataru's guitar playing could be heard throughout the floor. When she passed over Ayumi's room, which was right next to hers, she could see through the door how the young woman put on make-up.

Yuna entered her room and put on fresh clothes. A light blue jeans combined with a light grey sweatshirt. Simple. First she tied her hair together easily, but then she decided to make her lateral braids, which she wore for years. Maybe she should change something about her style? Such braids were schoolgirl stuff and she wasn't one anymore. She stuffed her school uniform into one of the shopping bags. At one point, she had to do her laundry.

She remembered all the things that her mother had previously done for her. All the things she now had to do herself. She had to grow up almost instantly. In an extreme ungentle way.

She thought, that she should be angry, so she hit the wall, but there was no pain. That was definitely her power. Perhaps it also prevented her from feeling bad? Did she feel anything at all?

The girl listened to herself, but there was no answer to her question.

"Have I become a monster? Am I really better than an Oni?"

It was too early to return to Yoshiro, but she didn't want to sit around doing nothing. She stowed everything that was still around in her closet, turned off the TV and grabbed her keys. In the hall she met Wataru.

"Where are you going?", the young man asked.

"It's none of your business."

"Come on. Don't be so cold to me."

Yuna snorted.

"Is there something wrong with your eye?", he asked curiously.

Damn it! She had forgotten the sunglasses. Quickly, Yuna straightened her hair. "All good. See you."

"Wait a minute ..."

She pushed past him and hurried down the stairs to the exit.

"Yuna-chan!"

The girl grabbed her sneakers and stormed out the door, towards Yoshiro's shelter.