We Will Meet Again

Chauncey examined the photo in her hand, and sure enough, it was exactly like she said. How complicated, he doesn't want to believe in the supernatural phenomena that Touma spoke about. But at this stage, he would have to. "What does sir Chauncey think of this case?"

The question surprised him. What does he think? Is it that obvious to everyone that he finds this entire case peculiar? "I cannot make sense of it."

Cassia laughed, "Sir Chauncey is a wise person. If something doesn't fall under your logic, you end up puzzled like this?"

…..

Chauncey had practically forced people out of the room, but there were still some guests in the hallways. While this woman may not have any issues about public displays of affection, but he was much more conservative. At least, at work. However, right now? With yet another woman in his arms?

While usually, he would be the more conservative type. With his face, people often commented that he is the type to reject women.

Wild and untamed driven by this ugly and vile desire. "You like this?" His voice was a rough growl, so gone with l.u.s.t. Chauncey had Cassia roughly pinned against the wall.

It did not sound like him, but at the same time, it did. It sounded like the beast inside him, the thing he couldn't control. Or could he? Perhaps this is the type of person he has been all along. This disgusting beast, this is him. The man named Chauncey Long.

..

As Chauncey left the room, he deeply sighed. 'Was that information worth it?' he wasn't too sure. He felt sick. While engaging in such actions should have made him feel better. Today he felt worse. It wasn't a good match, it seemed. His thoughts broke off when he hears the sound of shuffling footsteps. Right away, he realized that somebody was there. An assassin? No, it was somebody much worse. Chauncey thought he just saw things earlier, but sure enough, it was her.

Setsura didn't say anything at first, but so Chauncey observed her for a few minutes. She was leaning against the wall.

"You saw it? Did your impression change again?"

"Nuh-uh, it hasn't. Or rather, I justified something I had been thinking about since earlier."

"And what was that?"

"That your idea of perfection is an illusion."

"Illusion. ."

Setsura nodded. "For everything in this journey of life we are on, there is a right-wing and a left-wing: for the wing of love there is anger; for the wing of destiny there is fear; for the wing of pain there is healing; for the wing of hurt there is forgiveness; for the wing of pride there is humility; for the wing of giving there is taking; for the wing of tears there is joy; for the wing of rejection there is acceptance; for the wing of judgment there is grace.

For the wing of honor, there is a wing considered shameful. On the other hand, for the wing of letting go, there is the wing of keeping. We can only fly with two wings, and two wings can only stay in the air if there is a balance. People regard having two beautiful wings as perfect, they consider it as the ideal. There is a generation of people who idealize perfection as the existence of only one of these wings every time. But I see that a bird with one wing is imperfect. An angel with one wing is imperfect. A butterfly with one wing is dead. So this generation of people strive to always cut off the other wing in the hopes of embodying their ideal of perfection, and in doing so, have created a crippled race."

"Are you trying to imply that perfection only brings misfortune?"

"Sir Long, knows it already, right? Even if I don't explain it, there's no such thing as perfection. It's simply something that has been constructed by others to justify actions that seem flawless."

"What are you doing here?"

"Dinner with my coworkers," Setsura sighed. "After what happened last time, I felt like I had to make it up to them."

Only a day has passed, though. Chauncey's gaze fell on the girl's clothes; to his surprise, she was wearing something he picked out earlier. Did she go back to the shop for them? Chauncey pulled out his cigarette and leaned on the wall. "I don't understand what your thinking."

"You don't have to understand," Setsura nodded. "Because we're not even close."

Why is this woman so damned bitter? He doubts Akito told her about what had happened with him, so it must have been Victor. She must have heard the story and came to her own conclusion.

Still, "You smoke?"

"I was trying to break the habit, but it appears to be difficult for me."

"I see."

Silence issued between them. The air was thick and heavy.

"Are you… In love with Akito?"

"Rhetorically speaking, I haven't known Akito long enough to form a judgment, right?"

"Yeah."

"But, even someone like me can tell that your not a good friend to Akito," Setsura trailed off. "But as for whether you're a good person, I have yet to see."

At that comment, Chauncey looked up, that was a bit unexpected. He didn't expect that remark from her. Chauncey thought that she formed his opinion of him being the bad guy already. It seems like that isn't the case here.

Still, she's really dancing around the topic regarding Akito. She hasn't known Akito long enough? That maybe the case. But even the length of time isn't the problem here. It seems like she really understands Akito. It frustrated Chauncey. How come this woman understands Akito? How come?

"If you want to understand Akito better, I'll give you some advice."

"I don't need it," Chauncey snapped.

Setsura sighed, "Is there any use in being so stubborn? It's not like that will get you anywhere. Will that help you understand Akito better?"

Chauncey didn't want to look her in the eye at all. What is with this woman's straight forward words? Or rather she isn't anything like the reports. He half expected a meek and cowardly girl hiding behind Akito. An innocent and naive one. However, it seems like those reports are wrong. This girl is oozing with confidence.