Kissing, Yuna and Wataru rolled around in the futon. In this moment everything seemed to be all right. The high-school girl had to fight with violent nightmares, but now she appeared to be in a good mood. Perhaps he had finally managed to distract her from the evil in her life.

Both had red cheeks, and the young man could feel his heart pulsing fast. He was excited. Was it time for the next step? His hand slid under her shirt and caressed her stomach.

The girl clung to him and stroked his chest with her fingers. Under his fingertips he felt the soft fabric of her bra. Cautiously he explored her curves.

"Don't ..." Yuna whispered, between two kisses. She pressed his arm away from her.

For the next few minutes, he thought of all the things Kaito had told him. He was so close. The singer simply had to be patient, then he could take a look at the paradise.

Maybe she just needed a little nudge. He stroked the inside of her left thigh up to the hem of the short pants. His finger slid under, but immediately she grabbed his hand and stopped him. The girl released her mouth from his and looked at him angrily.

"I said no." With her intense look she underlined her statement.

"Come on. Don't be like this." With a conciliatory smile he tried to win her over.

"I don't want that."

"Okay."

He kissed her again, and she let him. He began to kiss her neck. A deep sigh escaped her mouth. Wataru directed her so that she came to lie on her back and caressed her neck with his lips. Unconsciously, he pressed his abdomen against hers, whereupon the blue-haired tensed up.

"Get down from me right away," she hissed. The young man sniffed amused and did it purposely once more. "Wataru ... down ..." She pushed her hands against him and tried to shove him away.

"Come on, baby ..."

A crunch sounded as she bit her teeth together. "No ..."

Again she felt the bulge in his pants on her body. With her forearm, she hit him under the chin, swung him down, and turned him on the back. Yuna moved forward and came to lie on him, her forearm pressed against his throat and her face just a few inches from his. She glared at him with her red eye.

"I said 'I don't want to'!"

"Okay ... fine ... you can be quite bitchy sometimes." In response, she squeezed his throat with her elbow. "Okay ... got it ..." the young man croaked.

She left him and slid beside him. "Go to your room."

"Hey, come on. I'll behave, okay?"

"Get out." She turned her face away from him.

"Honey ... it's fine. You're not ready yet." He put his hand on her shoulder and gently massaged her. Her hand jumped up, wrapped his, and squeezed it. A cracking sounded and Wataru tried to free himself from her grip. "Yuna-chan ... let go ..."

"Just leave me alone, Wata. Get lost," the girl growled. She let go of his hand.

The singer withdrew and rubbed his pulsating hand. "You're really strange lately."

"I'm sorry that my life is a wretched nightmare." She rolled over and turned her back to him. "Get lost. I don't want you here."

"Baby ..." He put his arm around her and tried to pull her in a hug.

"No." The blue-haired struggled for freedom and kicked him against the shinbone. "I'm serious about this. You are getting so hard on my nerves lately. I can't stand it. Go."

"Honey, come on," the young man pleaded.

"I really thought I could do this ..."

"What do you mean?"

The girl sobbed. "This here. Have you with me, but I can't."

"I don't understand ..."

She turned back to look at him. Tears welled in her eye. "I need distance."

For a moment he stared at her, his thoughts wandering around. "But ... I thought we'd clarified that."

"You are always putting pressure on me. I ... I can't stand it." She wiped her tears away and stared at her boyfriend.

"I'm sorry, okay? I try to behave. Promised."

"No." Energetically, the high-school girl shook her head. "You need to sleep. I can't ask you to stay awake all night."

"Are you still afraid of your dreams?"

"Yes." Ashamed, she hid her face between her hands.

"Will you tell me about them?"

"No!" The blue-haired girl turned away from him, all tense again. "No. I can't."

"Yuna ... you can trust me." Carefully, he stroked her neck with his fingers. "You can tell me everything." He caressed her fondly. For a moment, Yuna closed her eye and enjoyed the touch.

"Oh ... you're finally back."

The huntress instantly tensed up. Her heart beat accelerated rapidly, while she was haunted by a slight trembling. Worried, she opened her eye, which immediately spread. "No ..." the girl whined.

Again she felt the touch on her neck and twitched. "Hm ... I missed you."

Her lips quivered. His voice alone was enough to panic her, but now this monster touched her. "Wake up. Wake up. Wake up," she whispered quickly, pinching her forearm.

"You should know by now that it doesn't work." A low, mischievous laugh came from his throat. "Here, you belong to me, bitch."

Yuna curled up and prayed that she would soon awaken. She felt his hands touch her. The blue-haired pinched her eye, hoped and prayed.

"Masuda-kun!" Hirose-sensei struck his flat hand on her school desk. Perplex shot Yuna up in her chair and looked around confused in the classroom. She straightened her eye at her teacher and stared at him. "You look terrible." Hirose-sensei took his hand from her desk and tilted his head. "I was really lenient with you, Masuda-kun, but that's not going to happen any more."

"I'm sorry, Hirose-sensei." The blue-haired noticed the eyes of her classmates resting on her. She had often fallen asleep in school, but what could she do? She couldn't sleep.

Her teacher watched her for a moment. "I really don't know what to do with you. I realize that your life is extremely difficult at the moment, but you can't sleep at school all the time. If you can't follow the lessons, I'd rather have you stay at home, Masuda-kun."

"Can I stay home too?" another student asked.

"Shut up, Bito-kun."

"No. Please, Hirose-sensei. I'll go crazy if I can only sit around at home." Yuna looked up at him pleadingly. "Please, don't do this to me."

He sighed. "It just hurts the morality of the class if you sleep all the time in the classroom. If I let you go through with it, then the others will start too."

Hikari cleared her throat. "I'll watch out, so she doesn't fall asleep, Sensei."

The teacher exchanged a look with the black-haired girl. "All right, Wada-kun. I'm counting on you."

Eagerly the high-school girl nodded and then looked at her friend. "We can do it, right Yuna-chan?"

"Y-yes."

"Good." Hirose-sensei went back to his desk.

"Didn't you sleep again?" Hikari hissed.

The blue-haired shook her head. "I just can't. The dreams ..."

"What are you dreaming of?"

Yuna pressed her lips together and looked at her hands intensely. "I can't talk about it ..."

Her best friend looked over and then back again. "Maybe you should talk to a therapist. It helps me."

"Oh, hell no. Ayumi wants to send me to one too."

"It really helps. Think about it. I mean, I sometimes sleep in school too, but only when I've watched TV through the whole night."

"Wada-kun. I think it's great that you keep Masuda-kun awake, but is it possible to do that quieter?" the teacher complained.

"Sorry, Sensei." The black-haired grinned guiltily. "Think it over, Yuna."

The blue-haired looked at her for a moment and then nodded hesitantly. She noticed that Nisha was looking at her worried. Tormented, Yuna smiled at the class spokeswoman.

"I'll go to the toilet. Are you coming?" Hikari rose from her chair during the break.

"No."

"Don't fall asleep." Grinning, the black-haired girl left the classroom.

Yuna pulled out her phone and checked her chat with Yui. She typed a message to her sister. A throat clearing sound pulled her attention to the person in front of her desk. The blue-haired looked up. "Hey, Nisha."

"You look terrible." The cat girl turned the chair of Gorou around and sat at Yuna's table. "Can't you still sleep?" The other girl shook her head. "I could talk to mother, or with Shiba-san. Maybe they can help you."

"I don't want that. I want to have as little as possible to do with them." The gray-haired girl stared at her friend piqued. "I'll be fine. Don't worry, Nisha." The blue-haired put on a wide, yet not convincing, smile.

"Well ... you must know that yourself. Just don't underestimate the consequences of sleep deprivation. Somehow you will have to sleep."

"I can't." Yuna clenched her hands into fists. "I just can't."

"Do you have such terrible nightmares?" Curiously, the green eyes watched the other high-school girl. The Masuda girl nodded. "Is it because ... you know who?" Again, the blue-haired nodded. "He is gone. You have..."

"Damn it. Why are you hanging around at our table?" Hikari was back from her trip and built up next to Nisha.

"Excuse me." The classmate pushed back the chair and went to her place.

"She's so annoying," the black-haired complained and squatted down on her chair. "Everything all right?"

"Yes." Yuna crossed her arms on the table and put her head on them. She looked at Nisha and slowly closed her eye.

The blue-haired girl was standing in a dark room. In front of her, a reddish light shone behind the silhouette of a swivel chair. She swallowed loudly.

"Oh ... you pay me another visit. How attentive of you." The chair turned and two red-glowing eyes focused on the insecure girl. She bit her teeth together and stared at her tormentor. "Do you know that it turns me on, if you are so defiant? I like it when my girls fight back." A malicious cackling sounded. Slowly he rose from the swivel chair and came towards her.

Yuna pressed her lips together and stared at him with hatred. Her heart struck in her throat, but she couldn't do anything against him. He grabbed her by her top and pulled her closer to himself. She could hear how he sucked in air through his nose.

"Have I ever told you that you smell incredibly delicious?" He bared his pointed teeth. Trembling, she stared at him without a word. Here, she could do nothing against him. Here, she was completely at his mercy. Here, he was not her prisoner, but she was Tirr's.