We Will Meet Again

An hour later

Setsura spotted red head in the grand hallway, she called out to him."――Wait, Yang!" Setsura called out.

"Tch..." he mutters and yet stops. Setsura took advantage of that opportunity to catch her breath. "Why are you chasing after me? I'm pissed right now. If you get any closer to me, you don't wanna know what I'll do!" Yang warned her.

Setsura knew how dangerous this would get for her. The best thing to do would be to back down,

...she can't back out now. That's right; she can't despite knowing what the consequences would be. If she left things the way they are, it'd be impossible to talk with him later on. She must clear this misunderstanding some way or another

Please, Yang. Listen to me."

"Don't want to."

"But...!" Setsura protested.

"I just said to you that I don't want to," Yang shouted. Even then, Setsura took a step forward trying to reach out to him, "You don't listen, do you? Don't say I didn't warn you. By ignoring me, I guess you're preparing yourself for what'll happen."

She didn't get a chance to respond when he grabbed hold of her.

.....

He thrust her down on the bed almost automatically.

Despite how sudden it was, she could make out the room they were in. It was his, well, at least he's in a rational enough state not to randomly take her anywhere else.

The bed was old, so a single movement always caused a louder sound than necessary. Thankfully Taiga went somewhere else tonight. As for Chauncey, he is most likely taking a walk at this time. So Setsura isn't worried that somebody would overhear them.

"Alright."

Yang plunged into her, making her open her mouth. He growled as he moved his h.i.p.s. Her nails raked across his back, her hair spilling from her shoulders.

Setsura whimpered as he continued his deep thrusts, and she rested her head on his shoulder. It was difficult to do anything when they were like this; she just wants to close her eyes. But her body betrayed her; she m.o.a.ned his name whenever he moved inside her. She felt so hot and overcome with pleasure. Her breathing became erratic and unsteady, judging from things - Yang also felt like this.

He suddenly brought his lips to her ear, "Your fiancée's sibling is dead."

Huh? Her eyes shot open then, "What are you talking abo--" she felt her legs curl up around him. "Uh...."

What is he talking about? What does he mean by that? Could it be, he was investigating a case this entire time? Then why was so drunk? It doesn't add up, but he certainly hasn't fooled around this whole time. Maybe that thought reassured her since she relaxed more.

"Yang, Yang.." Setsura repeated in a daze.

He suddenly drew back from her chest, "You like this, huh? I knew it. But, you're still acting too shy."

Such cruel words, and yet why does he look like he is in pain right now? She is the one who wants to cry.

"Damn," Yang picked up his phone. "I told you not to call me, I'm busy right now."

Setsura hears a sickeningly sweet voice on the other line.

"But Yan, you left your boxers here. Don't you need these?"

"Hah, I'll just come back for those."

Setsura frowned and immediately grabbed the phone off him. "Are you seriously cheating on me?" she demanded as she covered herself with the blanket. "I let you off once, and you think you can continue doing this to me?"

"I am not cheating on you."

"Explain what I just heard then," Setsura exclaimed.

Yang sighed, "I'm staying over those places a lot to obtain some Intel. She happens to go there frequently, so I run into her a lot," he wrapped his arms around her. "Baby, don't get angry at me."

Setsura doesn't say a word and laid down on the bed. She had a long day and just wanted to sleep it off. There has to be some way to find out if Yang is cheating on her.

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When he hears the bed covers shift, he knows the girl is awake. She's always been somewhat sensitive to the cold even when it's only a light breeze. He knows she's mad because she isn't turning to face him at all or saying anything"...Listen, I'm sorry."

Nothing but silence. No matter how much he tries, though, Setsura wouldn't respond at all to his apologies. Had it been another girl, he would have given up already, but she's no normal girl.

"Enough. Don't be so down. I've been apologizing for a while now, haven't I? Come on; you can't have your back to me forever. Turn around already."

Setsura didn't budge an inch.

"..."

Yang sighs, "What can I possibly do here..."

Even though his mind had settled down, he knew from the way the girl wasn't even turning to face him that she was really mad. Gee, what is he supposed to do in a time like this? That guy always did say he can't handle girls. Come to think of it, he also gave him advice,' Try saying their name. No matter how angry they are they will respond.' "Hey. Please...at least say something."

"... I'm angry."

It worked, but it didn't have the effect he intended it to.

"What...?"

"I said I'm angry!" Setsura snapped. She looked furious, and Yang knew he did it this time.

"That's why I'm apologizing…I didn't mean to overdo it. It was bound to happen, right? With you taking his side, I just couldn't stop the brakes," Yang knew his apology sounded half-hearted. But what could he do about it? Lately, they keep fighting a lot. Yang kissed her shoulders gently, and mumbled, "I do like you a lot, so try to understand my feelings here."

"Then try to understand my feelings too whenever you act this way. How am I supposed to feel? Yang, are you cheating on me or not? Tell me directly."

"I'm not, do you think I would?"

Is he that untrustworthy in her eyes? "Am I that untrustworthy to you?"

At that comment, Setsura's expression changed, "That's not it, Yang."

Isn't it, though? Sure he made that one mistake. Sure, that was his fault, and he won't make an excuse. However, doesn't she trust him? He already promised that it wouldn't happen anymore. Is that enough? What else does he have to do to show he is sincere? His thoughts broke off when Setsura suddenly got on top of him. She traced his lips with her fingers.

"It's not that your untrustworthy, the one who is untrustworthy here is me. I no longer trust my own heart, Yang. Loving me further will hurt you."

"I told you before; nothing will change my mind."

...

Yang finished placing kisses on her shoulders and watched as Setsura played with the bubbles in the bath. It was a strange suggestion coming from her. She doesn't like getting n.a.k.e.d in front of him often. He understood it was due to her complex against men, that's why he was patient with her this whole time. However, when he saw how close she got with Chauncey Long - Yang felt very irritated. Why did they suddenly get so close? As far as Yang knew, Setsura disliked the man.

Then again, Yang never asked Setsura why she hated him.

"Setsura, come closer to me."

Setsura rolled her eyes, "At least let me have a peaceful bath."

"I won't do anything."

She edged closer, and he buried his face in her chest. Setsura raked her hands through his hair. "Lately, you seem uneasy. I know you are working very hard on the case. But do not push yourself too much."

"And yourself? You're always working hard."

"I'm just doing my best, despite the circ.u.mstances."

Despite the circ.u.mstances, huh?