We Will Meet Again

"What? You keep looking," Yang chuckled. "Are you captivated by me?" Clearly, he already had his own ideas, whether she replied.

"As if," Setsura murmured. But she reached over and pointed to the scars again. She wants to drop any intimate actions, yet this scar makes her curious. "Why don't you get this healed? It's possible, no?"

"It's possible, but there is no need," Yang trailed off. "So I can remember."

He raised his eyebrows at this comment, "You actually want to remember this?"

Yang laughs, "Not in that sense. It's so when I next see them I can kill them" if looks could kill Setsura knew she would be dead by now. There was something about this man, after all.

He continues, "I tried to commit suicide, but at the last second I chickened. Soon after, I met that girl, who called me a loser. I denied that and tried to kill myself again, but again, I could not do so, as that girl expected. She told me that the reason I couldn't commit suicide despite everything was because I was still hopeful. I wanted to laugh when I heard those words. Hope? Me? This girl knew this because she often caught me staring at the sky. She told me that if he gave up that hope, then that's when things truly become hell."

It sounds like his story with the girl he likes is very deep. Before Setsura could say a word, he captured her lips in a deep and sensual kiss once again.

"Yang let go," Setsura mumbled against their lips.

"I've decided that within a month, I'll make you like me."

"Wait. What?"

She stared at the man in front of her dumbfounded. Yang let's go of her cheeks and parted their lips. But, the lingering feeling of his lips remained on hers. He didn't kiss like Akito nor that person. However, it was still a kiss nonetheless. A very good one she has to add. Setsura placed her fingers on her lips, 'What's with the kissing technique in this era..' She can't keep up with all of this.

"You heard me," Yang chuckled in amus.e.m.e.nt. "Did you like it?"

This man is so mortifying!

Yang walked back over to her, "I'm not good at sweet romance. But, I can give it a try if it's for you," he gently kissed her forehead.

"What sweet romance? Who wants to do that with you?"

"Listen to me, Setsura. I will say this once and only once. It's in your best interest to get along with me right now since I'm the only one who can protect you."

"You can't force me."

"No need, Darling, I think I can win you over quite quickly," Yang mumbled. "For me, it's not a problem."

"Now, I know your intentions. I won't fall for you."

"You'll change your mind soon enough."

Why is he so confident? He's most likely planning something if he can say those things. Still, from the looks of things. It doesn't seem like she can find out what that something is. This really does annoy her, but she can't do anything about it.

Yang brushed his lips against hers again, "First, I'll have you adjust to my kiss, and then we can think of it from there."

..

In Shakespeare's Hamlet, the Prince of Denmark went insane from knowing the duplicity of human nature. Although he acted like an unhinged mad man who wanted to avenge the death of his father, Hamlet's intentions were not wrong. It was his approach that led to his downfall.

In the process of trying to grieve for his father's death and dealing with the betrayal of his mother and uncle, Hamlet was trying to sort out his madness in a seething rage for his family while he planned his revenge.

Only Ophelia, who questioned Hamlet's sanity, knew what he was going through when, she too, fell tragic to the loss of her own father. Unlike Hamlet, she suffered from an overwhelming sadness in dealing with her grief, and while her actions were mistaken for acts of madness, her death was accidental.

Even though Hamlet exacted his father's revenge by killing his uncle with a poisoned sword, the toll of death also included his own mother, Ophelia's father, Polonius, and her brother, Laertes. In the end, Hamlet paid the price for his revenge with the cost of his own life.

In turn, lead to leading behind a wake of his destruction for his friend, Horatio, to deal with the aftermath.

Her gaze fell on the man beside her. When she asked for this book, he could obtain it for her so easily. Even Akito hasn't heard of it, how come he could get it? What a strange person. Setsura was worried that he would take advantage of her at first, but it turns out he isn't that unreasonable.

Then again, there's plenty of examples of unreasonable men. Chauncey Long for one. It's surprising learning how much the two dislike one another.

"What are you reading?"

"The book I asked you for," Setsura trailed off. "Tell me something, Yang, what kind of girl was the girl you like?"

"Is that a question you should ask when we are like this?" Yang said teasingly.

Setsura sighed, "Were not even doing anything, don't make it sound so misleading."

Yang drew his arms around her, causing her to drop the book, "We can start doing those things now."

Setsura, however, pushed him away slightly and pulled a small journal out.

"I read this."

Yang said nothing but nodded.

"It's yours?"

"It's mine."

For a moment, they did not exchange any words.

Setsura flickered the journal open to a random page.

[Sometimes I wonder about life.

Why are we given the life we have? Why did I obtain this life? This great life filled with wealth? I mean, even though we can make our own choices, we choose the ones that bring us pain. The ones that hurt us and cause us the most grief. I find it funny. I know that along this winding road, I've made mistakes. Probably a lot more than I care to admit too.

Oh, well, let me get to the reason I wrote this. I probably need to go all the way back to the beginning.

If this were a story, then it would be the same as those cliche love stories.

But sadly, for us, it wasn't a love story. For me it was... But your distant eyes said something different. The feelings we experienced for one another was not love, but was it dislike? It was hard to tell. However, that changed. It was only like that at the beginning, but even then, I was attracted to you.

That silky brown hair. Right now, you are probably thinking I'm a terrible person. After everything that's happened, it's normal you would think so.

Do you remember when we first met? It really surprised me. Everybody said you're a happy go, lucky person. Yet, the first time we met, you yelled at me.

Still, eventually, you showed me your smile. I wonder if your impression of me changed.

It was bright enough to light up a whole universe. Since I left you, have you smiled once? No, I am not talking about those stupid fake smiles either. You could never fool me back then, and I'm sure the same will occur now. If we meet again, I wonder how I can face you. ]

"Don't read anymore," Yang murmured against her ear. "You need not know this stuff."

"Yang..."

"Go back to sleep; you need your rest."

All she does here is eat and sleep. Honestly, Setsura felt very bored. But like Yang said, in this place, he is the only one by her side.