Chapter 114 - Sick and tired

Such annoying feelings. She is so tired of trying to analyze everything. People's words and actions, everything has become so transparent and dull to her. Those people who hide their smiles behind a mask, those carrying a heavy burden on their shoulders. Those who claim they will stay by your side, but then leave you the moment you become too annoying. The moment they become tired of you. Setsura extended her hand out and caressed Akitos hair with her hands.

Why does he stay with her? Even if he understands her feelings to a certain degree. A person like her is excess baggage. She carries so many problems with her. Akito, he--- does he want to deal with that? Setsura long gave up on finding somebody who would try to understand her. Long gave up finding those who would stay by her side. That's why even that person…. Setsura shook her head and stood up; there is no need to think about those things now.

Her thoughts broke off when somebody grabbed hold of her wrist. "Akito, let go."

He immediately pulled her down onto the couch. It was large enough to fit both of them, "Akito…"

"Don't cry, Setsura. I'm here."

It was just five simple words, and yet it warmed her heart. Why does she immediately believe everything this person says? Is she that stupid? The tears she held back were falling and falling. Akito brushed his fingers across her eyelids and wiped them.

"Heh, you look kind of pretty like this."

"Don't be foolish."

Why does he not abandon her? Why does he not throw her away? Why does he have to be so different? It took a few minutes before she stopped crying. The entire time Akito didn't say a word, he simply caressed her hair and held her hands in his. He simply stayed by her side. Maybe she is a simple person; this is all it takes for her to calm down. Even if no words are spoken, he doesn't have to say anything to reassure her. She can tell from his actions that he is sincere with her.

Such sincerity, it is rare to come across. "Have you calmed down? Setsura?"

"I have, you can let go now," Setsura squirmed away from his hold and looked away.

Akito laughed, "No need to be so bashful."

She feels embarrassed, though. It's a good thing she didn't remain in the shooting range any longer. Since morning her emotions have been a mess. Setsura didn't want to go with Victor, but when she saw that serious look, she couldn't say no.

"I bought you some sweets. Do you want some? Or did you eat already?"

"I ate, but I can eat more."

"Good," Akito got up and made his way across the room. He picked up his bag from the side. "It should still be hot since I fetched them not too long ago."

So, Akito ordered it and returned home and then went out again? This person really does a lot of foolish things.

"Akito, sir Long came to see me in the church. He told me he wanted to work on a case with me."

"Chauncey, did?"

Setsura nodded.

Akito sighed, "He beat me to it then."

She raised her eyebrows at that comment. Beat him to it?

"I was thinking of asking you as well, to help out with the investigation. You see, right now, the military police and the mafia are competing to see who will solve the next case."

'Competing,' Setsura sighed in her head. Why don't they work together?

If they worked together, they could solve so many crimes. The mafia will have access to the information from the underground. The military police, the surface. So many crimes, so many people's lives, would be saved if they worked together. But Setsura knew better than to say anything. There is more to this situation than meets the eye after all. As an outsider, there are limits to

"Akito-sama," appeared at the door. "Your father has..."

"Tsk, tell him I'm not home."

"Very well, but..."

Akito's father? Setsura studied Akito's expression and saw the look on his face. It was rare seeing Akito look so distressed. Then again, isn't it evident that his relationship is terrible with his parents? He is living all the way out here by himself.

"Then, I'll see him for you," it was something she just decided. But Setsura nodded, "It's better if I introduce myself."

Akito hesitated, but eventually, he nodded. "Alright. But if that old man asks anything weird, just brush him aside. You don't have to feel obliged to answer his inquiries. Just answer what you want to."

Her lips curve to a smile, and she bent down to kiss Akito's lips. "I shall get going. I'll introduce myself as your future wife."

"Mmm, please do."

...

It turns out Akito's father isn't a scary man, after all. From Akito's distorted expression earlier, Setsura half expected some sort of twisting and overbearing old man. But no, instead, she saw a 40-year-old man who is concerned about his son's welfare. Now that Setsura thought about it, this mansion isn't open to outsiders. For Akito's father to know the location, that must mean their relationship can't be too bad?

"I apologize again for dropping by so unexpectedly like this," Shima said. This person is Akito's father, 'Shima.' The main or the past few minutes they've spoken, Setsura could determine he wasn't a bad person. However, for Akito to reject him so, there is probably something she doesn't know about. Another secret, but that's fine. There is still time for them to learn more about each other. But, thank goodness. Even if she were to leave and return to her time, there are people here who can take care of Akito. People who care about him, that's a good thing, isn't it?

"Miss Setsura?"

"Ah," Setsura snapped out of her daze. "Do not mind it, Akito acts that way, but he didn't push you out of the door. He even agreed for you to meet with me." Usually, Akito is very overprotective of who meets with her. Maybe it's due to her bad reputation, but she seldom meets with those outside work. It does not help that Akito is very overprotective of her.

"I see, I came here to bring him these doc.u.ments. Please tell him that he can't keep these for long and have them copied as soon as possible. If they find out it was missing, it would be bad."

Setsura glanced down at the files he placed on the desk. One of them caught her attention, "Ah, information on the shard case?"

"This is all the collective information from the main headquarters."

'So, Akito's father is in a position where he can obtain such files?' Setsura is curious about what his actual work is.

"I will pass it on to him."

"...you were also a victim recently, were you not?"

The question surprised her, but Setsura nodded.

"I apologize," he trailed off. "It seems like we have yet to catch up to Western security laws and system. If we could work in the same manner as them, perhaps more people would be saved."