My eyes widened at the sudden news. An action that seemed to amuse my new and mysterious acquaintance.

« Yakuza, that's what the Japanese mafia is called.»

My mouth spoke before I could control what was going to come out of it.

—¿Are you going to kill me?

—¿Kill you? — He laughed and that only made me more upset. —If I wanted to kill you, I wouldn't have saved you in the first place. Don't you think?

Embarrassed, I looked away.

— I'm sorry.

— Don't worry, anyone would get upset if they found out they just met the children of a yakuza and that they're also in one's house.

Luckily it worked and I relaxed a little.

— So, ¿they don't kill people?

He turned his gaze forward, taking the subject for granted. Once again my body tensed. His silence was more than enough of an answer.

«Did I get into the lion's den? »

We entered the beautiful house and I could only admire everything around me, as if nothing was really happening.

—Nana, ? Can you take care of her?—Yuriko's voice startled me and millions of bad scenarios went through my mind.

—Of course.—The kind woman approached me and indicated a hallway.—This way, miss.

I squeezed the handle of my katana and stood in place for a few long seconds before following the indicated path. Like a complete hysteric, the whole way there I just looked around for any possible escape route in case I needed it later.

I knew we had reached our destination when the old woman stopped in front of a sliding door and opened it for me. 

On the other side was a room that was more welcoming than I could have imagined. It was simple but elegant, without losing that beautiful touch of ancient Japan.

—Come in, miss.—The old woman practically pushed me inside and closed the door behind us—Don't worry, you're in good hands.

Another sliding door was opened and three girls who seemed to also work here appeared from it.

—Umm, excuse me, what is this…?—My question was left hanging in the air as all the women approached me and I felt the katana being snatched from my hand.

—I'll take care of this for you- The nanny said smiling.— Please enjoy your bath.

—¿My what?

I felt like they were starting to pull at my clothes and I automatically covered my body with my arms.

—¿W-what are you doing?

—Calm down, miss, we won't hurt you. We'll just help you heal and take a bath.

—I-I can do it yourself, thank you.

—You don't have to worry, this is our job.— Another of the women said.

—B-but…— I couldn't say more when I saw the shine in the girls' eyes.

Without giving me time to continue denying them, they managed to take off my clothes between tugs and slaps.

«This is so embarrassing »

—Wow, I wasn't expecting much but surprisingly that suits you well.

The strange compliment from the girl as soon as I arrived at what seemed to be the living room made my cheeks heat up. I cringed in myself, uncomfortable with my new set of clothes.

Since mine were in tatters and I don't have any more with me, I had no choice but to borrow something from the redhead's closet. I usually wear baggy clothes because it's more comfortable that way. Instead, I'm wearing tight pants and a tight blouse now.

Luckily, her nanny agreed to lend me a jacket so I wouldn't feel so out of my comfort zone. Although I already am, not only because of how tight they are, but also because of the dark tones. I usually wear more... colorful clothes.

—Sit down—Yuriko said, although it was more of an order than an invitation.

Still dying of embarrassment, I listened to what she said and sat on the floor on a cushion, leaving my weapon aside. Soon, the Nishimura brothers' nanny placed some antique cups of tea in front of us. She bowed before speaking politely.

—I'll inform the masters of your arrival.

—Thank you nanny.

'Masters?' I was disturbed at the thought of who she was referring to and even more so when I realized that I would see a real yakuza. Not through a screen, but in the flesh. I noticed the tattoos that peeked out from between the redhead's clothes.

—How was the bathroom?— she asked me with a hint of amusement in her gaze as she drank her tea.

—Awkward.

I could swear I heard her hold back her laugh. But since she's hiding behind her cup I can't say for sure.

—I-Is it okay for me to be here?

—¿Why do you ask?

—Well... it's just that… — I played with my hands nervously — I thought that you guys, well... didn't like being sociable. 

She raised an eyebrow, surprised by my words. I could only hope that she wouldn't take it the wrong way. She put her cup on the floor and spoke. 

—I'm not, but Mak is very sociable. He's very popular at his school. 

—I'm not that popular, Yuri. —Makoto scratched his neck, visibly embarrassed by his sister's words. 

—Of course you are. Don't you remember that time when… — I stopped listening to how she was bothering her brother and paid more attention to the redhead. 

He has masculine features but they are not at all coarse. Even so, the shape of his eyes make him look like someone a bit wild and intimidating. However, the moment you hear him speak you realize that he has a very pleasant personality. 

Also, from what little I can see, he has a good body. Not to mention a good voice. 

«I'd be surprised if he wasn't popular. »

—W-whatever. I don't think Aisha meant that Yuri.— He tried to divert attention. His face was red and that only made him look adorable. 

—I know, I know.— She let out a sigh.— Normally we stay away from people or just hide family work. But I don't think something like that matters now, does it?

Thinking about it, she's right. In a world where monsters exist, something like the yakuza easily goes to the background. That reminded me of something I wanted to ask since I arrived, but before I could open my mouth Makoto did it first. 

—¿How are your injuries?

—They're better— I touched my shoulder, where the worst injury I had so far was.— I don't have anything broken, they're mostly bumps and scrapes. I thought I had a sprain but it turned out to be a false alarm. That kind woman helped me heal. 

—Her name is Yua Sasuki, she has taken care of us for as long as we can remember.

I smiled.

—She is a good woman. 

—She is.

I took a small sip of my tea and noticing that no one had anything else to say I decided to finally resolve my doubt. 

—¿How come the monsters haven't come in here?

—Our security system is good.—A new and thick voice sounded behind me, taking me by surprise and almost spilling my tea.

I slowly turned to the owner of the voice and found myself looking up at a muscular man with a suffocating aura. I had a strong urge to want to kneel down and lower my head in front of him. His gaze was three times as scary as his daughter's.

I think now I know where She got his charming personality from. 

—Dad, don't scare her.—said Yuriko's voice.—Not too much. 

I swallowed, feeling my heart rise in my throat. My wounds hurt because of how tense my body was. The red-haired man didn't look away for a second until a head of beautiful brown hair pushed him out of the way. A thin, small woman ran towards us with restless eyes, she was like a doll. She looks like an angel, even more so next to that gloomy man.

–Mak, Yuri. My babies! Are they okay?

The woman stepped between the two brothers and wrapped them in a tight hug before taking each of their faces and inspecting them carefully. 

—M-mom, we're okay.

She sighed in relief and looked at them tenderly. A painful pang settled in my chest.

—What a relief. You make me worry. 

—We're okay. You were right, that flashlight was very helpful.—Makoto informed her.

—I'm glad my visions weren't wrong.

—They never are. You didn't have to worry.—Yuriko's gaze softened and for a second I wondered if Makoto was right and her sister really was a good person.

I immersed myself in my thoughts trying to put the dots together but soon stopped when I realized it wouldn't be easy to figure out what they meant by visions. 

—My wife is a psychic.

The voice behind me was heard closer than before and instantly my body began to shiver on its own. I was afraid, so I didn't dare turn around and face the man. Not again. 

—She can see fragments of the future.

«¿Future? That woman... can she see the future?»

—Oh! But, who do we have here?— The woman's angelic voice managed to calm the suffocating atmosphere a little. 

—Ah, mom, this is Aisha.

—Your son thought it would be a good idea to risk his life to save her.— Yuriko complained, taking another sip of her tea. 

—¡Yuri!

—I thought we had already talked about that, Makoto.

The light brown-eyed boy trembled for a moment at his father's harsh words. However, out of the corner of my eye I could see that his determined and proud look did not leave his face. 

–I couldn't just leave her out there to die. 

—Leave him alone, sweetheart. Our son did something good. Besides, everything happens for a reason, doesn't it?

A pair of delicate, white hands rested on my shaking cup and only then did I look up. Her face showed surprise and she quickly moved away from my touch. 

—Fire—She said in a barely audible whisper.