We Will Meet Again

*UNEDITED*

From the very moment they met, Akito already saw her fragile side. He knew her weakness and fears better than anyone. He found out accidentally, but it doesn't matter how it started. What matters is that he can be a pillar of strength for her now.

"I can't be with you. Everyone's going to get hurt. Chauncey isn't going to be the only one. ..that's why....."

Akito shook his head. From the start none of those things mattered to him. He already decided it then.

Back then he decided he would stand by her side no matter what happens. No matter how many times Setsura pushes him away, he would be there for her. Besides he is very concerned about this matter. He saw from that moving picture box what happened - that explosion. The affect it has on people's bodies, it looks similar to something that happened in the town. Back in his era, people's bodies turned purple after that explosion. 'Only some ended up affected, some came out with normal injuries.'

When Akito saw that, he realized that there is most-likely a connection. The reason why he could come here so easily despite the difficulties the first time is most likely related to this case.

Setsura gave him a blank look and proceeded to walk of again. However Akito didn't let her, he gently grabbed hold of her wrist and pushed

her towards the nearby wall and pinned her with his arms preventing her from escaping. "You can't go anywhere. Someone, no several people just died. Why would you go of on your own now?" Akito exclaimed.

He heard the news, why? So many victims in such a short amount of time? Are human lives that fragile? Can it be discarded that easily? Akito didn't know what it was, but he got a bad feeling from all of this.

She really is silly and reckless. Even though she looked calm back there, Akito could tell from where he was standing that there was something much more to her expression. Even though he couldn't quite pin point exactly what that was.

"I see, your afraid," Setsura commented.

His eyes widened, "Shut up..."

Setsura reached over and placed her hand on his face, sending warmth all over his body. " I'm not afraid Akito. Even with something like this going on. I've already decided what I have to do. Those people didn't deserve to die. This is my mess, which is why I'll handle the matter as I see fit."

Indeed, one could easily argue that this only happened because of Setsura. But, Akito wouldn't blame her for this. It's not her fault that people are tar getting her.

"Let me help you."

Setsura shook her head, " I can't have that. You aren't supposed to cross this line. Akito, in the end the strongest will win. You don't have to worry about me," she was about to push him away, but he tightens his grip. Akito didn't want to hurt her, but this girl was acting so very stubborn.

He brushed his lips against her ear.

No.

He didn't want that.

He didn't want her to go anywhere again. In the first place, in the first place it was because she saved him. Because he got wrapped in to a troublesome mess.

Akito leaned forward and kisses her.

Flashbacking to what he said to the caramel colour hair girl no more then a few days ago. ' I won't tell her.'

'That's not possible.'

Yeah. It really isn't. Even if this situation didn't happen, even if it didn't end up this way. For sure he would have certainly told her. The girl's lips tasted like sweet honey, when he eventually pried her mouth open he got a better taste. The way she moved her tongue against his made him feel content.

When he pulled away the girl seemed rather surprised. A faint pink on her cheeks, it was faint but it was there. She didn't say a word and Akito too struggled to speak.

"Akito you...." Setsura muttered.

"I won't let you push me away. I'll get involve even if you'd rather not have me doing so."

Setsura rushed forward and tugged on the edge of his sleeve, " You can't.. You can't do that. Akito, you simply can't...".

Akito brought his lips forward again towards her ear, " Then, please stop lying about it. Tell me the truth. You remember me don't you?"

"If I do?"

She's not even going to deny it anymore... She is affected by this after all. Even though the people who died are strangers to her. The weight of their deaths will fall on her small and fragile shoulders. Setsura is only nineteen years old, she maybe considered an a.d.u.l.t now. But, even then - that doesn't mean she has to struggle like this.

"Why didn't you," Akito struggled to get any words out. Why does she keep abusing herself like this? Setsura is clearly in a lot of pain. 'Why didn't you rely on me?' He wanted to say that, but was cut of when she placed her finger on his lips.

The way Setsura's fingers caressed there made him shudder. He can't help but think of all the times where that finger entered his mouth...

'What is he thinking now of all times?' Akito immediately felt disturbed by his thoughts. Does he have to think about it in this situation?

After a few minutes of tracing his lips, Setsura pulled her hands away. Akito looked up and saw her with an apologetic expression, " I'm sorry."

Just two words - 'I'm sorry,' before he watched her head over to where Yang was and started fighting again.

He loves her smile. Setsura seldom smiled, a genuine and true smile. She wasn't the smiling and cheerful type - she only wore wry smiles on her faces. But that was enough for him.

Akito never felt something like it before, so he can't explain it well. But her existence alone made him feel happy. It maybe an exaggeration to say this - but it felt like his withered body finally bloomed. After what happened with his wife, he was a mess and so many things went wrong.

He just wanted to forget everything, drinking and smoking. He knew that wasn't the best decision. He should have talked to others, there were many people willing to hear him out then. That time they had yet to abandon him, he still had people. While they could not understand his situation well, they would have listened. Akito understood that better than anyone.

The one who pushed everybody away was him. He was the one who isolated himself, that's why he only has himself to blame. Many people judged him, and he knew they had every right to. He was making so many bad decisions then.

Every time Setsura looked at him, warmth would rush through his body. He felt his healed the moment their eyes met.

Every time she smiled, Akito felt his heartbeat pounding so very loudly.

Every time she calls out his name, he feels so light as if he could fly.

Akito was happy just being by her side. That's what he thought so originally. He didn't want anything more than this.