Chapter 143 - Worries

When Akito next woke up, she is no longer beside him.

But he is greeted by the smell of cooking and singing. A gentle and clear voice like the sun, and yet there's something about it that also reflects beauty like the moon.

He is greeted by the sight of her in her apron and hair tied up in a high ponytail and cooking, with whatever leftovers he actually has. He's surprised to be presented with an actual meal since it's the first time in a while since he's actually last ate anything decent. Meaning he didn't get a chance to do any shopping at all, so when she serves him a full breakfast of eggs, ham, bacon, and toast.

He has to ask where she gets the ingredients from. Because unless he forgot that he went shopping or someone else came in here during his absence, then there should have been only scraps of ingredients in the fridge. "These weren't in my fridge or cupboards."

His girlfriend looks at him with a defeated expression and sighs, "I brought them over last night, I heard from Victor that you haven't been coming home to the mansion recently and staying at your apartment. So I figured you wouldn't be eating."

Ah, come to think of it she was holding those bags last night.

He's tempted to say the words' busy body' and 'worry wot,' but he knows better than to start anything now. There's something about seeing her wearing an apron and bringing groceries and even waking up to her cooking him breakfast; that makes his lips curve into a smile. It's almost like there newlyweds, heh. Akito wonders what kind of expression Setsura would pull if he were to say those words to her out loud.

When she rests his head on his shoulder and intertwines their hands with each other, Akito understands that she's been reading him like a book the whole time.

Akito looked at her up and down. She looked gorgeous in this western dress. Western clothing seems to suit the girl very well. But, he would like to see her in eastern clothing next time. Maybe a formal kimono? She would look very nice if that were the case.

Sumire rests her head on his shoulder, and he indulged himself in her scent. The moment she got close, he could smell her from a mile away.

"I… I read that file. The fox case. I know that you think this is linked."

"Don't you agree?" Akito slipped his arms around her waist. So, Chauncey must have been at the event as well, and the two discussed the details? That's not surprising anymore. It seems like Chauncey will appear wherever now.

"I think so too, but," Setsura frowned. It looked like she was trying to figure something out.

Even though Setsura is good at working out cases, she looks so goddamn innocent when she is like this. Akito even felt frustrated, so he gets rid of his cigarette into the tray.

Akito pushes her against the sofa, and snake his hand up her sides. Capturing her lips and kissing her ferociously.

She's willing and needy. He hears little m.o.a.ns pass her lips. Akito tore her blouse and left a stream of kisses down her neck. She's stupid to let somebody as dirty and vile as him anywhere near her body. He marks her chest with several bite marks.

"Akito," she whispers, she closed her eyes shut. Akito couldn't help but smile when he saw how quickly the aura around her changed. Just moments ago, she looked so serious.

He likes hearing the girl say his name; it made him feel wanted. The way she looked at him lovingly, not just with desire stirred something inside him. He's never felt this way about another person before, and he doesn't want to.

Akito only wanted to feel this way towards her.

"Akito, hold on."

"Huh?"

He thought she was getting into it, so for her to suddenly stop, he was taken back. "First, tell me more about the case Natasha was working on."

Akito frowned, why is she bringing up work again? Or maybe, he scanned her expression. "Feeling nervous?"

"You're acting so arrogant these days," but Setsura accompanying those words were her red cheeks. "You're a jerk, why do I have to blush. Maybe there is something wrong with me."

He wanted to laugh but held it back in. She's very cute.

"Well, I guess this is enough for today," he laced his hands with hers. "You want to know about the case?"

Setsura sighed, "Forget it. I'll ask another time," the girl's gaze fell on the bookshelves. "So, you keep your books here and not at the mansion?"

"Mm, I don't know how the servants will treat my stuff after all."

The girl in his arms looked very impressed, and he lets her go. Setsura immediately walked over to the bookshelves; her eyes sparkled with a childlike innocence.

Akito stood up and leaned against the wall, and he picked up his coffee. It was colder now since he left it be. But, as he brought it to his mouth and drank. It tasted fine. "I work and train. Other than those two things, I don't do anything else. Nights are long, you know.."

At least that was his lifestyle before. Now he can include 'dating' in that list. "Recently, I found something else to do at night." Setsura must have understood since she turned red. She kept looking down nervously. Akito chuckled, she really is very cute.

"Say Setsura, aren't you lonely?" Akito asked.

Akito is looking at her as he reached in his pocket for a cigarette and a lighter. Lately, he finds western cigarettes more convenient to use. He puts it against his teeth and exhales — a cloud of smoke formed in the space before him. Smoking had a strange effect on him. It felt like he could focus on his thoughts more this way.

"Lonely?" the girl repeated like he said something foreign.

He nodded, "Yeah. I know you fit in very well here. But this place isn't you're home. I thought you'd be getting homesick." At the start, she would often have this spaced-out look on her face. But that was when her memories were blurry. However, these days, he doesn't see it anymore.

Akito is worried that she is trying to suppress her feelings. Now that Setsura has regained almost all her memories, he can see what kind of personality she has. Is she trying to feign ignorance? With her personality, it wouldn't be a stretch to say she is acting strong.