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| When she arrived at her destination, Yuma was laid down on a soft bed
in a warmly lit room. Lupin shut the door behind him as he walked
inside. Slowly she got her mobility back. She sat up and looked
around. Lupin had expensive tastes. The room was filled with
hardwood furniture and flooring. It was large and comfortable, and
the bed was filled with blood-red silks and had a transparent silk canopy,
with the same type of curtains as the canopy. This room was obviously
built for a woman. He must have been planning this. Yuma groaned
in pain. She had a roaring headache. "Easy now, you've been
under the influence of a powerful drug. Just take it easy and lay
down for a couple minutes, okay?" he spoke to her gently, knowing that
she was probably scared, "Just trust me. I'm not going to hurt you."
"What am I doing here?" she groaned, "What do you want with me? What is my purpose?" "Your purpose?" he smiled, "You are here to help me with a bit of a problem that I've come across." "What problem?" she asked, "You can get through anything. How can someone like me help someone like you? You're the best, Lupin." "I need you to help me with a job. It requires the best of the best. That's why I need you." "You're thorough in your research. How much do you know about me?" "More than you'd like to know, honey," he caressed her face, "Let's not be difficult. I need you, and you obviously need me. You're not doing so well, Yumalla. You should be living better than what you have. You should be doing better, with parents that will love you and care for you, but you lost those parents when they went on an emergency move out of the city, and now you can't find them, and they can't find you. You need me to get you back on top of things, back into a world where you don't always have to watch your back, and I can help you. Your parents and I were good friends. I can take care of you, Yuma." "How old are you?" she asked, "I want to at least know one thing about you." "I'm 27 years old," he replied. "Well, at least now I know something about you. Can you really help me?" "Yes," he replied, "I can. This room was built for you, Yuma. You'll be staying here now. I can put all your stuff in storage, or we can make your old place into another hideout for the gang if you like. I don't know how many rooms are in that place." "Around five," she replied, "I wouldn't mind you using it as a hideout, but I would have to get it ready." "Okay," he said, "So it's settled. The best hacker in the U.S.A. is going to become a part of my gang." "I'm more than that," she said, "I'm the best streetfighter in America next to my mother." "Good. We'll need it. Now get some sleep," he caressed her face again, "You need the rest and it'll be good to sleep off that headache." Yuma lay down on her new bed, the door of her room closed. She shut her eyes and breathed in deeply. Her past, something too horrible to explain. It was all coming back to her now. She just wanted out. So why was there no other way? She didn't know. All she knew was that it was too painful for one person to bear alone. Tears streamed down her face. This was too much. It was time again. She pulled out her box and opened with one solid knock. Pulling out a clean syringe, she injected herself with the dark liquid. Dragon's Bane, one of the most lethal drugs on the market, and she just so happened to be a drug addict. She and she alone knew how to work the drugs in her blood stream, and because of this, she knew it was less dangerous for her. 'God I need this,' she thought, 'I need this so badly!' Her cravings were unbearable, but soon, with the new dose in her system, they subsided. Shutting the box and hiding it under her bed, she fell to her bed, asleep, falling into the soothing blackness. She was completely unaware of Lupin looking through the crack of her door. Lupin crept into Yuma's room. It was just as he'd thought. Yuma was a drug junky. She had a reputation for making illegal purchases of Dragon's Bane, but he hadn't known if it was true or not until now. Now that he knew for sure, he was angry that she'd kept it from him earlier. He could've done something about it! Oh, hell. He'd talk to her about it in the morning. For now, he needed sleep. It was almost 3:00 AM, anyway, and besides, he needed rest. |
Ryu
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Created 17th June 2001
Last Modification 3rd October 2001