We Will Meet Again

December 12th Tokyo 2019

Sadness, nostalgia, and grief.

The surrounding people's voices around her always lacked something. Like something was missing. No matter how happy human beings are in the end, we all have our loneliness, and after figuring that out. Setsura had found that the people around her seemed to have increased in contrast to before. How ironic, huh?

"Thank you for earlier. You really helped me out there," Setsura thanked him.

Some people almost recognized her, but Chauncey helped her out.

She turned towards him and saw something different. Chauncey had a relieved smile. If he could make a smile like that, she is sure there were other faces she had yet to see. As she thought that, words that didn't need to be said flew out.

"Natasha may be a useless excuse for a human being, but I think she's a pretty good girl," Setsura commented. She wanted to draw a line between them. Yang's unease and sudden change in behavior. Setsura understood what the cause was.

'He doesn't want her to get involved with Chauncey Long.' Akito was the same. But was his anger this deep before? The answer is no. Akito's anger towards Chauncey Long was not like this.

"No way, no way. You know, you understand right? I mean, there's no way I could date anyone properly as I am right now."

"That's."

"It's true," Chauncey cuts her off.

He answered without giving her room to say anything. "I'm rotten after all."

Those words that accompanied with a cold smile sounded as if they were excuses for someone.

"I guess that's that then," Setsura muttered. If that's what he thinks of himself, who is she to try to persuade him otherwise? Besides, she can't do anything to help him. She isn't a hero of justice. Helping Akito out and then Yang - it was already too much for her to shoulder.

There is no doubt Chauncey Long is a good guy. However, she can't be the one to heal his scars.

"It's like that. No one will understand me, and I don't want them to either. That's why I won't be able to date anyone properly."

Now then, the words he just then... Did he refer to her hobbies or himself? Well, it wasn't anything worth asking about.

"That's why I hate myself."

It was the first time for Setsura to hear him directly say it. She silently gazed as his back as he continued to walk up the stairs. The two of them were early. Nobody else seemed to be in the building yet, aside from a few people.

Setsura stood frozen at the bottom of the stairwell, as she tried to think of something. Anything to make him feel better. But not only could she not come up with anything. She couldn't even reach out and hug him like she usually would with Yang and Akito.

Her relationship with Yang started as a lie, and when she thought of her relationship with Akito, it was the same.

When it was just a small lie- it seemed harmless. But, even then, she felt something was wrong; she couldn't praise herself or even criticize.

Because she thought it was important. Because she didn't want to lose it.

She tried to hide and pretend behind a mask.

But, the more one hides it, the more the fear grows. 'One day, she will lose this all.' A lie cannot continue forever.

And once you lost hold of it, you'll cry over it. If you knew you were going to lose it, it might've been better to not bother with it in the first place. If you were going to agonize over it to death, then it might've been better just to throw it aside.

The moment Setsura reached the top of the stairs, she is surprised to see Yang there. He was leaning against the vending machine and smoking. 'Was he waiting for her?'

Setsura made her way over, "Y-" her sentence fell short when a woman with long ginger hair rushed over.

"Brother Yang!"

Yang's gaze softened.

'Who is this woman?' It's not the one from the phone. No, that woman was the s.l.u.tty type. This girl looked like the clean-cut, innocent, and neat type.

In this changing world, relationsh.i.p.s that were dependent on the notion of change probably existed. Things that were once broken and stayed broken existed as well.

That's why everyone lies.

But the biggest liar of them all was her. Even then, she wondered if she deserved this current pain.

Yang told her yesterday that he isn't a cheater, and honestly, she believed him. Despite the initial fuss she kicked, she believed him.

"Did you come here to see me?" the girl asked.

"No, my girlfriend came here with a new group of talents helping the Yasoku theater group."

"Ah, you're girlfriend?"

"Km."

"You keep hiding her from us. Why won't you let me meet her? Do you think she will be bothered because I'm your ex…"

Yang ruffled the girl's hair, "I dated a child. I have severe regrets."

"Were not that far apart in terms of age!"

Setsura silently watched, she didn't budge an inch. It seemed like Yang was too focused on the other girl to notice her anyway. She shook her head. She needs to march over there and confidently stake her claim.

She hesitated, and yet Setsura walked over. Her footsteps felt very heavy; each step she took felt like an eternity. Her heart pounding, and her face breaking into sweat. Confident? Ha, she is a complete mess.

Yang glanced over at her, "Setsura."

Setsura reached over and clung to his arm. "If you came to meet me, say something next time."

Yang cupped her cheeks, "My stubborn girl. I came here for you, and you're not giving me an appropriate greeting?"

Setsura averted her gaze, "I would if you quit flirting with other women."

"Oh my, aren't you miss Kaname Setsura?"

She felt uncomfortable with the sudden use of her full name. Yang wrapped her arms around her, as though he was reassuring her. It calmed her down immediately when she heard his steady heartbeat.

"You have to keep this a secret," Yang instructed the girl. "Okay?"

"So uh those rumors..."

It was right at that moment when the girl's phone Yang. She immediately panicked and mumbled something about being late before rushing of. Setsura sighed in relief, 'that was a close one.' She glanced over at Yang.

"Didn't you tell me that you can't meet with me in public?" Setsura wondered. While she wore a hat, many people already guessed her identity.

"Is it bad that I came here?" Yang muttered seductively in her ear. She trembled when she felt him lick and suck on her earlobe, and then her neck. "Do you want something to happen? I just wanted to see you for a bit."

"Fool," Setsura pulled him back. "Did you get those files I wanted?"

Yang sighed, "That's what you're after?"

"Yes."

He pulled out some doc.u.ments from his bag. "Don't read them in public. Those files are confidential."

Setsura nodded, and yet she was already browsing through them. During this time, Yang kept placing kissing down her neckline. The report Yang gave her consisted of the crimes that copy cat Jack, the riper guy committed. She was a member of the force when that happened, so she saw these previously. But, they omitted details then. She didn't know how Yang got the full version, but now she has it, she will read everything.