We Will Meet Again

Chauncey didn't know how he went from helping her actually to prepare his own meal with strawberries. His gaze fell on the woman who was sat opposite him. For some reason, she kept looking at him. As a member of the Long family, he was used to people staring at him. It happens all the time.

Countless people have looked at him with contempt, with disgusted and hateful eyes. He is used to that, but the expression Setsura was making right now was something he isn't familiar with. Why is this woman looking at him like this? Chauncey felt like she was trying to see into his soul, it made him very uncomfortable.

He frantically shook his head, quit acting so strange just because one woman is looking at you so much. Besides, this isn't the time for this. Chauncey continued eating his meal. His mission is to watch over this woman, and the moment she does anything strange. 'He takes her to Touma immediately.' Chauncey found it peculiar that Touma would wait.

Touma could have ordered him to bring Setsura to him immediately. He could have done so easily. Bringing the woman to Touma isn't a problem. No matter who Akito has protecting the girl, he would be able to bring them down. But, instead of choosing this easy way out. For some reason, Sir Touma wants to wait and see. He could never tell what that man was thinking. However, one thing was clear to Chauncey.

'He wants Akito dead,' Chauncey thought. Contrary to the nonsense he keeps spouting, Chauncey knew that once Touma got his hands on Akito, Akito would eventually die. This was the main reason why Chauncey decided he would serve Touma. Initially, the Long family refused to have anything to do with the new squad one. As powerful as Touma is, he couldn't do anything to their family. So he pleaded time and time. It was more like silent threats. It didn't work on father and the others. But for him? Chauncey saw the hidden meaning behind those words in his visits.

"Why are you staring at me, woman?" Chauncey finally decided to break the intense silence. He does not appreciate it, after all, being looked at in this manner.

Setsura smiled, "Last night, were you the one who made me those cookies?"

Did she notice? "They weren't for you. I was hungry."

Chauncey wasn't a very good liar. The thing was, he had been keeping an eye out on her the whole night. So he knew she barely ate anything at the gathering. They didn't have dinner and just went straight to bed. So he figured she would be hungry. All the servants would be sleeping now, so he knew she couldn't ask anyone even if she wanted to. She isn't familiar with the kitchen here and doesn't know where anything is so...

He made those cookies and planned to leave right away. But, for some reason, he didn't. Indeed, no sooner had he finished, she came downstairs clearly lured in by the smell.

Setsura laughed, "Okay, whatever you say."

When he first saw her, Chauncey got a cold feeling from her. He thought of her as the same type as him. Somebody who isn't able to smile even when they are happy. But, it turns out he was wrong. This woman smiles too much.

"Eat up, with those skinny arms do you even eat?"

"How rude, I'm not that frail."

But it's clear she hasn't been sleeping. Anybody can see it when they see her eyes.

...

Main Street

"I'll keep you company till Victor returns," Chauncey knew better than to leave her alone. Loads of people know what she looks like since Akito introduced her as his fiance.

"But I'm going shopping for clothes," she trailed off. "

Shopping for clothes?

"I do not mind coming with you."

"Don't most men dislike going shopping?"

"Victor dislikes it more, you actually thought he would keep you company?"

"Ahhh?" Setsura's eyes widened, realizing. "Is that why he escaped?"

"Most likely so."

Setsura sighed, "He should have just told me geez. But, I suppose he was being nice." She took a sideways glance at him, "You don't mind?"

"Yes."

His sentence fell short when he saw her lean forward, "Could it be your used to women?"

"In a sense."

"I wouldn't have pictured you as a player, but I guess the most unexpected people tend to be playboys."

He dislikes how she put it. Is it that strange that a person like him plays around?

"Then, do you know the good shops around here?"

"You haven't looked around town properly?" She's been here for quite some time now.

"Yes," Setsura trailed off and sighed. "Akito doesn't really show me around town. He shows me around the scenery areas, but that's all. I like it a lot since there are loads of beautiful flowers. But there are a lot of things I need."

"Did he give you enough money?"

"He gave me some. Quite a lot, but I have some from working in the office."

Right, she works at that place too. The pay is very good, even for a single day. "Akito is as thoughtless as ever, but he does mean well."

Setsura chuckled, "Indeed, you know him very well."

Chauncey looked away, "There's a good shop down this street. Let us get going."

The girl chuckled again but quickly followed after him. It didn't take them long before they appeared at a familiar shop. At least it was familiar to him. How many times has he come here before? How many women did he bring? It disgusted him.

Setsura's eyes brightened when they entered the shop. "Wow, there are so many beautiful dresses here!"

"This shop mainly specializes in western dresses," Chauncey looked at her attire up and down. "Wearing clothes from here are good and all. But I believe you'd look nicer in western clothing."

"Then I'll leave it to you to decide."

Chauncey looked at her, blankly, "Up to me?" Before Setsura could reply, they were interrupted.

"Welcome sir Chauncey, is there anything we can get for your companion?" One of the workers approached them.

"Get her the latest line of western dresses. The ones from the previous line too."

The previous line was just recently; she won't look outdated.

"It seems like my fate is in your hand's sir Chauncey. I look forward to seeing your taste."

Is this woman purposely mocking him or something? Either way, Chauncey isn't unfamiliar with this process. A playboy? That isn't the right word to describe him at all.