Futago
The Meetings.

A rough and thick wall stood firmly in front of Yuki, he fiddled to knock on the wall several times. The girl looked down at the wall and looked back at the dark road there.

Soundproof, anyone who manages to enter and pass through all the barriers up there will not be able to return, even if there is a great battle down here there will be no one to help, no one to help, yuki muttered in his heart.

Dazai waited for the girl who was busy observing this secret room, not waiting for long Yuki looked at her then nodded telling Dazai to continue.

There was only one door waiting for them. Dazai opens a door that is not in the key to pull Yuki into the next room.

A bright light invaded Yuki's bead after the darkness he passed earlier, Yuki squinted his eyes adjusting the light.

"Yes!, Dazai. You haven't been here in a long time." The heavy and hoarse voice broke the silence. Yuki was still trying to adjust her eyes to the light.

"Jojo san, how are you. I've been too busy with patients lately." Reply Dazai.

"Stop saying nonsense, just fire this one's belaguer." The subtle voice flowed like that scythe.

"Ogura san .., don't be hard on me." Yuki's vision began to clear.

"Tch." Reply to that man.

Yuki saw that there were three people in the big room. One was playing his own bilyard, a large body of large muscles and a tall body that Yuki made sure the owner of the voice first. Another one sitting on the couch holding a gaming console has a slender body of shoulder-length hair. And the other was busy sitting in front of the table scattered, his hair as white as snow his back slightly bent. Yuki thinks that person is older than his grandfather if his grandfather is still alive.

"What brings you here with women. Dazai?." Asked the old man without looking at Dazai. Yuki was silent, the voice of the grandfather sounded slow but very intimidating.

The other two people immediately directed their gaze right at Yuki.

The atmosphere turned cold, silent, no one spoke no one moved.

Heavy, Yuki had difficulty breathing, for some reason the oxygen in the room was thinning.

What is this the aura of the shadow protectors, the inner Yuki who is trying to remain calm.

Dazai strengthened his grip on Yuki's hand without even glancing at the girl.

All right, let's try. After all if it doesn't work out I'll die here, Dazai's inner grimaces.

"Ryuuji san, I found an attractive girl. Looks like he'll fit you." Dazai's voice echoed in the room.

"Mahaha ..." The typical laughter of the old man replied to Dazai's words.

"You've brought your life here, Dazai?." Yuki had not expected to talk to the grandfathers it turned out to be this difficult. Yuki meets people who look like him.

These are the clan members, Yuki smiled inwardly. There was a feeling of longing seeping into his heart.

"Ryuuji san I will not bring ordinary people here. Of course, no stranger has entered here yet. But believe me, he is no ordinary man. Really!, how dare I bring her here with my life as a bet." Dazai said at length.

"But you've shown me all the secrets about this room, Dazai. It's the same as asking us to kill you." The subtle voice of Ogura the man who ignored his game console.

Dazai was already sweating coldly now. I'm going to die now, Inner Dazai.

"I can't help you, you've betrayed the clan." Now Jojo's heavy and hoarse voice pressed down on Dazai.

As the air gets heavier and hotter, Yuki still does not move from her position.

"Listen to me, just seb." Dazai's sentence was cut off as a billiard stick floated towards his face.

Vuusshhh ...

Dak!.

Dazai dodged and pulled Yuki to the back of his body. In just a split second Dazai was assaulted by Jojo and Ogura, they engaged in a fierce battle. Yuki saw how powerful Jojo was and how calm Ogura sent his attacks.

For a moment Yuki observed their fight, seeing Dazai who could still survive Yuki walking up to Ryuuji's grandfather.

Yuki bowed ninety degrees beside Ryuuji's chair then showed a long paper containing an image of hers in front of his body.

Slowly Ryuuji turned his head towards Yuki frowning.

How presumptuous the little boy was to approach him, Ryuuji thought. The mask that hid the face up to the tip of his nose revealed a sweet smile engraved there. Ryuuji stared at Yuki.

Yuki remained calm waiting for Ryuuji to observe himself, long Ryuuji looked at Yuki then glanced at the picture of his, instantly the look on the old man's face turned flat.

"You want me to sew clothes for you?." Yuki nodded her head, then placed the paper on the table taking the other paper from inside her backpack, spreading the paper out in front of Ryuuji.

"You designed this?." Ryuuji looks interested in Yuki's image. The girl nodded her head again.

"Do you want me to make it too?." Yuki shook her head and pointed to herself.

"Are you sure?." Yuki nodded.

"You can't talk?." Yuki just smiled.

"Why do you want to make eye lenses, many stores sell them." Yuki shook his head slowly.

A rowdy voice still sounded behind Yuki.

It should be that my two clothes and lens designs can convince this grandfather, Inner Yuki.

"Why do you need it?." Yuki silently pointed at her mask-covered eyes, others could not see her eyes because the mask was designed in such a way that Yuki could easily see everything.

"You can find someone else why should Dazai?." Yuki moved her hand doing sign language.

"Other people will belittle me and think I'm disgusting, Dazai has a good friend he said, I want to ask Dazai's friend for help." Ryuuji said spelling Yuki's hand.

"I'm not a good person, but since you've arrived here I'll help you a little." Said Ryuuji's grandfather.

The old man tried to stand up and grabbed his cane, walked slowly with the help of a cane. Yuki smiled lightly walking behind Grandpa Ryuuji past the table in the middle of the room.

"Oi! you guys. Stop." Grandfather Ryuuji's voice stopped the fight of the three men.

"Ryuuji san, thank you very much!." Exclaimed Dazai whose breath was short.

"Tch!, you're safe for now." Ogura let go of Dazai's rough hands.

"Dazai, don't be happy just yet. I don't know an hour ahead what I'm gonna do to you." Jojo throws Dazai's body away.

Dazai just quietly tidied up his clothes.

Yuki did not expect that there was a room like this next to the room earlier. A large, neat workshop with complete equipment. Yuki wanted to immediately run through every item there but Yuki held it back, his goal right now was to make an eye lens and a sound-changing chip.

"You can use the equipment here?." Yuki smiled slightly then nodded her head.

"Alright, please use whatever you need but, lest you damage the goods that are here." Ryuuji's grandfather warns Yuki. The girl bowed deeply as a thank you.

"I'm going out to sew your clothes." Ryuuji's grandfather slowly left Yuki.

Grandfather Ryuuji came out closing the door, the staff in his hand ringing loudly accompanying his every step. Those eyes looked calm yet the highlight was so sharp no one dared to look at Ryuuji's grandfather, the three men lowered their heads.

The sound of a loud stick is a sign that the owner is not playing games. Dazai was sweating coldly all over his body.

Silent.

Geck. Geck. Geck. Geck.

Silent.

Geck. Geck. Geck. Geck.

Silent.

The voice stopped right in front of Dazai, the man's face was already deathly pale, even he forgot to breathe. His heart was beating hard with a dusty rhythm that was painful.

This is the end of Dazai's life, he and Yuki won't be able to get out of here alive. They would both be killed in that mysterious place without anyone knowing. Perhaps, there is one person, Mizutani. Thinking that the man Dazai was condemning his stupidity, he should have rejected Yuki's request with frills instead of orders but asking for help, he shouldn't have disobeyed Mizutani's orders, should he have been more assertive with the girl, but what power. Dazai has never refused his young miss, since childhood Dazai always did what Yuki asked, never let Yuki down but now what?. Dazai felt that he was the dumbest man in the world.

"Dazal." That slow, low call was enough to make Dazai's heart stop for a split second.

"I'm sorry Ryuuji san." Dazai said softly, his steady voice was ready with the punishment he would get.

THE DUG!. THE DUG!. THE DUG!. THE DUG!.

Even the sound of the drum beat was not comparable to the sound of his heart.

Why doesn't he know, Dazai thought.

"Twenty minutes ago the message came in." Like reading Dazai Ryuuji's mind saying it.

Twenty minutes ago?, he was too busy accompanying Yuki to forget his phone in the back pocket.

"It's not me who will give you the punishment, let Tsubaki do it." After saying that Ryuuji's grandfather walked towards his desk.

Agh, this is the worst case scenario, there is nothing I can do, at least ojou chan can get out of here with Tsubaki, the inner Dazai resigned.

"I don't know what's inside your brain." Celtap Jojo.

"What's the point of studying high and becoming a doctor if you're SO STUPID! it's." it's." Connect Ogura.

"Tck. You're pathetic." Imbuh Ogura walked towards the sofa he was sitting on earlier and returned to play his console game.

Ck krrr ....

The sound of a sewing machine in the corner of the room fills the silence, Jojo also returns to play with his billboards.

Hdm!. Cdaks.

While Dazai sat closed his eyes.

The room was silent without anyone talking but quite noisy because of the sound of the activities of the two people.

Dazai recalled that when Yuki asked for a workshop and explained what he wanted to make, the girl also wanted a dress with simple design but difficult details. Dazai's mind went straight to Ryuuji's grandfather, Dazai couldn't possibly take Yuki to someone else's workshop because it would definitely raise a lot of questions from the workshop owner, that shouldn't happen.

While Dazai was busy with his thoughts, someone entered the room.

"YAHOOO ...!!!." The shrill scream made all the men there turn a deaf ear except for Ryuuji's grandfather.

"Ame!, your voice is as creepy as ever." Tegur Jojo's.

"Tch!." Ogura grumbled in annoyance.

The woman walked over excitedly towards Jojo hugging the burly man.

"I'm a long way from Hokkaido, your welcome is why it's like this." Said a woman named Ame. Jojo patted Ame's back several times.

"How are you?." Ame took off her hug.

"Good as always." Ame answered and then turned to attack Dazai.

"Waaahh Dazai chiin, you're a little bit more mature now." Ame plays Dazai's hair.

"Ame san, stop." Dazai tried to keep his head away.

"Why is your face so tangled?. Your salary didn't go up?." Dazai smiled wryly chimed in Ame's words.

"Ogu-ogu!." Ame's story that saw Ogura.

"Tch!." The man's face turned sour as Ame was about to approach him and give a deadly plot as Ame was about to touch him.

"You never change." Ame's words don't touch Ogura.

"It's not unusual. You're too busy, you never get together." Ame tapped her shoulders.

"The boy sent me an email this morning holding an impromptu meeting. What else is coming too?, usually enough just you guys who are close. I left work and hurriedly flew here." Ame glanced at Ogura demanding an answer.

"Everybody's gonna get together tonight, don't ask anything, just ask the boy." Ame glanced at the watch in her hand still fifteen minutes from the meeting hour.

"Grandfather Ryuu ..." Ame approached Ryuuji's grandfather bowing respectfully then glanced at what the old man was doing.

"Whose clothes are these?." Grandpa Ryuji smiled warmly.

"How's your son and husband Ame doing?." Grandpa Ryuuji asked was still busy with his activities.

"They're healthy, my husband is still busy working and next year my daughter turns sixteen it's time to study at the dojo." Grandpa Ryuuji smiled again.

"Why don't you teach him yourself?." Ame stood beside the sewing machine leaning against the wall until the woman's position faced the entrance.

"I don't think it's enough. He must learn manners and all the rules of the clan."

Chequek.

The other man had already come, Ryuuji's grandfather stopped his activities, while Ame and the members were seated occupying their respective seats that were in the middle of the room with a long table in front of them.

Lastly, Mizutani entered the room and sat down at the very end of the chair near the door. Grandpa Ryuuji walked with his cane, pulling the chair at the other end.

"For a long time no see Ryuuji san." Mizutani stood up and bowed followed by the others.

"You're still humble to an old man like this Tsubaki." Grandpa Ryuuji said.

"You are our teacher Ryuuji san." Reply Mizutani who got Ryuuji's grandfather's naughtiness.

"If we argue there will be no end, it's up to you, sit down." Everyone sat in unison.

Mizutani swept across everyone sitting there, there were only eight still lacking one more. Understanding what Mizutani Ame was thinking sitting near Ryuuji's grandfather opened his voice.

"Looks like he's late." Mizutani glanced at her watch.

"No, we're the ones who came early." Just now the door was opened roughly.

THE CZECH!.

"Huh huh hah, yo!. Am I late?." The man closed the door and pulled out his only empty chair.

"Tch." Ogura who sat before him screeched disliked.

"It looks like this kid still hasn't changed." The man named Akashi looked at Ogura with a wide grin.

"You're not late Akashi san, there's still a minute left." The man with a long wound on his face turned his attention to Mizutani.

"Well, first of all thank you for coming despite the sudden invitation." Everyone's attention now turned to Mizutani. They were very curious about what the problem was until Mizutani gathered everyone together. This is not usually.

"You've heard of the assault from the main residence's protector?." Mizutani wasted no time in making small talk.

"The news has spread among the yakuza and other gangsters." Akashi Sahut.

"Even the assault on Akita is brutal." Connect Ame.

"They attacked akita too?!." Someone in a black hoodie was surprised.

"Impossible, why?. That's too far." Jojo who did not know was shocked.

"Ame san, did you see the attack?." Mizutani asked, all eyes staring at the woman waiting for an answer.

"Yes, I watched them from a safe distance."

"Your eyes are sharp, no doubt." A soft voice sounded from the small man.

"Chibi chan (Short /short) is right." Connect Akashi.

"Thank you for the compliment." Reply Ame.

"How many people attacked Ame san?." Ask Dazai

"Four. And they're at the high-end protective level."

Silent.