You Are My Shadow, I Am Your Light (Kyoya x OC)

28. Resolve

Yuna's POV
The phone seemed to ring for ages before he picked up.

"Who is it." I coldly spoke.

"Why, You were the one who called me, dear. Who do you think it is?" His response further aggravated me.

"You know what I'm talking about, Satan." I hissed. "Who is the target?"

"Ara, that's confidential. But I guess that you will find out soon." As if on cue, I heard the sound of glass shattering from downstairs.

Cursing under my breath, I ran towards the origin of the sound. Without looking at the door, I kicked it down, being on full alertness for any signs of attack.

"Yuna?" Why was oniisan here?

"What is happening? I must call the Black Onion Squad immediately!" Ah, and my beloved father was here as well.

I pulled oniisan to his feet, dusting any residue of his clothes and checking for injuries. He was bleeding on his arm from being grazed my the bullet.

"Wait for me." I pulled him behind me as I faced the direction where the bullet came from. I knew there would have to be some explaining later, but his safety came first.

"Why is no one picking up?" The old man, however, could be left to die for all I cared.

The wind whistled, and all the lights turned off as someone murmured from within the darkness. "Your eyes are mine. Your blood is mine. You are mine."

"Mammon." I confirmed.

"Ah, Lucifer." He gave me a close-eyed smile, squeezing his signature stuffed animal tightly around the neck. "Satan said that I would see you here."

"Leave." I knew Satan was up to no good.

"But Satan told me that I could have his heart. It is mine now." He giggled, like an innocent child. "Unless, you are willing to give me yours in exchange."

I let out my aura as a warning and pulled out a concealed revolver, pointing it straight at Mammon's vitals.

"Are you trying to take it away from me?" His expression didn't change, but he gripped the toy in his hands until the head tore clean off. Digging through the stuffing, he pulled out a gun as well. "We can't have that, it belongs to me."

Without another word, we kept into battle. Bullets ricocheted of the walls, and objects were thrown in the air as a shield or a weapon. We were both exceedingly well trained in close range battle, but I was struggling since my attention was divided to protect oniisan.

"You're getting soft, Lucifer."

"You're annoying as always." I panted as I took another swing at his side. He moved away, and aimed a bullet at my arm. I dodged easily, before my eyes widened. Mammon would never shoot at such an insignificant area—he was aiming for my brother. Before I knew it, I had thrown myself in front of oniisan.

"Ugn." I grunted as the metal lodged in my back, and crimson blood splattered on the ground. Ignoring the distressed cries behind me, I turned back around to face Mammon. Now I was truly enraged.

"No one tries to hurt my brother." Like lighting, I appeared in front of the assassin and swung a blow to his stomach.

He flew across the room and slammed against the wall with a sickening thud. I knew he probably had cracked a few ribs.

"Heeheeheehee." All he did was giggle, as blood seeped from the corners of his mouth. Suddenly, he rolled off the ground and held a dagger to my father's neck. "I wanted to get his heart while I was at it, but I'll have to settle for the target's."