We Will Meet Again

*UNEDITED*

Setsura wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed his lips lightly, "I accept," she muttered.

Yang's lips curve to a grin again, "I thought you would. Cool, so when can I come get you?"

"Eight."

"Eight it is then," he trailed off and scanned her up and down. "Don't wear something this pretty when your escorting."

"I wore it because I knew you'd take me out somewhere."

"Ah, now that makes sense," Yang nodded. "Then, I shall come fetch you at eight," he bites her ear surprising her.

"Don't be un-" Setsura paused when she felt Yang place something in her pocket. A small box. "This?"

"You'll see when you get the chance to later."

Setsura nodded, and silence descended upon them. Lately these awkward silences have become more frequent, Setsura didn't know what to think of it. Still, she doesn't want to lose out. Unknowingly she edged closer. Yang ran his hands through his red hair.

"You want to make out?" Yang asked. It was a simple question. But Setsura felt like

"Nnnnh...

"God, your beautiful. This is difficult, can't let you go so easily...."

"Go already," she mumbled once he broke the kiss.

"Hey, just a bit more."

Setsura shook her head. If Yang kisses her anymore, these people will certainly get mad at her. She lightly backed away from him, and he kissed her neck.

"I guess I should go, so at eight?"

Setsura nodded, "At eight," she repeated. Yang squeezed her fingers one last time before he let go of her entirely. Setsura watched as he returned to his companions. The entire time however she couldn't miss their deadly stare.

'How creepy,' Setsura thought. She spotted Yang's manager earlier, but he didn't say anything. He simply stood by and watched. This person hasn't changed though. Setsura vaguely recalled the time when she dated Yang. This person resented her a lot.

A date with Yang huh? She watched as the car drove away. It will be very different than the one she had with Akito. A part of her is looking forward to it. But at the same time, she wonders if it's worth it. Exactly why did she return here? She has no time to be playing around like this. Then again... Setsura took out her phone.

From: Yang

I love you.

She froze for a moment when she saw those words. It seems like he is more honest when they aren't face to face. Setsura quickly called him back, "You should tell me those things in person."

"H-hey," Yang replied nervously, "Why do you only call to embarrass me?"

"Your nervous?"

"Shut it."

"About what we said earlier, I think we should stick to it. But, we can also meet like we did just now," Setsura muttered. Whether this is right or wrong no longer matters. All she wants is to feel safe, to have someone who makes her feel comfortable and relaxed.

"Is that what you truly want?"

"Yes."

"I see," Yang replied faintly. His reply was so quiet, Setsura wasn't sure at first if she was imagining things.

"Are you not pleased?"

"I am."

It doesn't sound that way to her. Setsura suddenly felt uncomfortable. She always felt that her and Yang belonged to completely different worlds. But she didn't think much of it before. She treated him like a good friend since he was always there for her. While he couldn't understand her anxiety and depression. At the very least, he stood by her side when she needed him the most. For her that was more than enough.

"I want to see you soon, I already miss you," Setsura told him. It's okay, she doesn't have to be afraid. Even if Yang doesn't understand her as well as Akito does. He won't push her away or leave like all the others did.

Setsura knew her honesty occasionally scared people.

"Setsura, turn around."

Huh? Wait what? Setsura did as he said and suddenly she felt a familiar pair of arms around her. Her eyes widened in disbelief when she saw him. Huh? Is this real? Why is he here? Setsura couldn't believe he was here right now. Still, there is no doubt that this is Yang.

"Didn't you leave?"

"Yeah, but, I thought you'd start crying like a child if you didn't hear my explanation," Yang trailed off. "It's awkward for me to say this, but I am not cheating on you. It was only a one night stand, but it hurt you greatly. You don't trust me anymore."

"Well, you can't blame me."

"That's understandable. Are you that mad?"

"Yes," Setsura nodded. "I can't look at you the same way anymore knowing you did that so easily."

"It wasn't easy, and I was frustrated. You, I know this relationship started as a lie even back then. But, you have to understand. I liked you before that guy did. Before Akito or anyone else, that's why I won't let you go easily."

Such sincere feelings, but with the way she is now - can she handle it? This heavy burden weighs her heart down. Whenever people express their kindness towards her. Setsura felt it was a burden. She cannot accept their kindness, or their feelings. She already has too much to handle. Her own emotions...

After a few minutes, Yang left her again. But her heart felt a lot lighter than before.

"Many people seem to hold a grudge against you," Chauncey commented.

"It's more like, this is pretty jealousy. Those people only look at what's on the surface and not the inside."

They judge people based on their appearance and status - they do not consider others hardsh.i.p.s and pain. These type of people are not allowed to feel pain or sadness. People with good appearances do not have problems with love, if they desire a good career, they will get it. Setsura never understood that logic.

Still, at some point these negative thoughts vanished. She didn't forget it, but...

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Year 1895

Whenever she wakes up from having terrible nightmares. Setsura found wrapped tightly around Akito's arms. Akito, he must have carried her back. He's really holding onto her tightly though. Setsura bends down and kisses his lips gently for a few minutes before feeling his tongue part. Gee, if he's awake he should say so. He's so silly, but Akito belongs to her.

Her lips formed into a soft smile when their lips pulled away from each other. Akito gazed at her with a sleepy look in his eyes. He nuzzles against her, and brought her closer to him. "Hey....."

Setsura's eyes fall to his lips again, to the curve of his neck, and to his arms curled around her and holding her tight. Whenever Setsura tried to move she finds that Akito doesn't have the slightest intention of letting go. He is acting like a child, almost pouting, as if complaining about her wanting to leave him. Definitely a child, she concludes.

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Present Year 2019

Akito'a presence comforted her more than anything.