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Kohta:
I clenched my hands at my sides. There had to be a way to get us out of this without endangering Kaede. I looked over at Yuka, pleading with my eyes that she not say anything at all. I wasn't sure if they knew about all those summers ago when she had washed up on the beach, or if they truly believed it was just a childhood friend. Yuka and I hadn't talked about Nyuu since the day she... since the day I thought I lost her.
"You going to say something or not? We don't have all day, and if you need some convincing..." The larger of the two gentlemen clicked the safety off before placing it back against Yuka's head.
"Wait!" Yuka yelled, her voice shrill and panicked. I tensed, taking in a deep breath and holding it. "Are you talking about Nyuu?"
The man next to me froze.
"Nyuu...?" He asked, his voice low and strained. Yuka nodded feverishly, the gun still pressed to her temple.
"Pink hair, horn-like things...? She washed up on a beach, literally, several summers ago. When we first moved into this house. Before Kohta and I... before we were married. We haven't seen her in years. Why? Is she in some sort of trouble?"
It was amazing how much Yuka could talk; especially when the one thing I needed her to do was keep her damn mouth shut.
"Take them into the van. Yukito will want them in for questioning."
Before I could say or do anything, I felt a sharp jab at my side. I could hear Yuka screaming, yelling, begging. I wanted to run, fight, yell... something. But I had tunnel vision. I slumped to the ground, feeling one of them kick me in the stomach.
Everything went dark.