Chapter 216 - You wont let me go, huh?

Judging from the look on Akito's face, she knew better than to pursue the subject anymore. So, after that, they simply cuddled and relaxed. She ended up falling asleep, and when she woke up, it was already late.

Setsura immediately went over to the kitchen to prepare dinner.

Whenever she has a break down like that, Setsura always ends up embarrassed. It was the same this time too. When she woke up and saw him staring at her, she immediately got up and left — a large kitchen with various equipment. Honestly, one thing that bothered her about this time was the lack of kitchen appliances. Things haven't been invented yet. So, most of the cooking has to be done manually. She put on her apron and quickly started to chop up ingredients.

Maybe time traveling post-1900 would be better. At least most things would be invented then still if she met Akito much later. She doubts he would find her attractive. So maybe this worked out for the best. This sort of situation is truly peculiar.

After cooking for an hour, she finally finished. Setsura placed the various dishes on the table. The main dish fish as stew, Setsura thought it would be better if they ate something warm during this weather. The moment she opened the pot, steam appeared - it smelt delicious. Smooth and rich source covered the meat. Since she just cooked it, the meat was still fresh.

She lifted their spoons and cut into the meat. But Akito stopped her; he took her spoon and extended it towards her mouth.

'Is he treating her like a child again?' Then again, she supposes this is something normal couples do. Akito and her, are they an average couple? Setsura shook her what, what use is there thinking such pointless things? Right now, the future is what matters the most, still, after eating artificial foods in the future for so long. Setsura forgot the joy of eating even though she disliked using such machinery at home. Whenever she went out with colleges, she couldn't avoid it. The sensation felt after eating programmed foods were so superficial.

Eating those foods sent fake signals to the brain to register the heat and taste. But it was not enough.

Akito and her stayed silence for a while, as they continued to eat their meal in peace. Even though she insisted that there was nothing wrong. Akito kept trying to flatter and spoil her.

Setsura let out a big sigh. "Ah...I did well to stay alive till now..."

Akito laughed, "Well, you learned good cooking skills. I say you've turned to a master chef in a short amount of time.

"Don't tease me."

This was the first time Setsura felt that a meal satisfied her. Setsura picked up the teacup and took a sip. It really feels natural here. Drinking this tea, and rating meals with Akito like this. Back in the future, everything is modernized and advanced. Even cooking became superficial and boring. A single tap would do most things. So advanced to the point that Setsura disliked using the technology for cooking.

Akito, who sat beside her, kept kissing her cheeks. "These days, the police aren't as serious as solving the cases."

"I noticed, do you think people are just used to it now?"

"It's a harsh way to put it, but yeah, as long as it doesn't affect them directly. It won't upset them," Akito mumbled.

"It's strange somehow. I understand the feeling of getting used to something. How to put this? I feel like I was born in this world that I've always lived here. The people here, the streets here. I feel like all of this is normal," Setsura trailed off. "It's strange. I still remember the future so very clearly. Yet, for me, I am starting to see this place as my home."

Akito does not respond to that, but Setsura found his gaze on her.

"Akito, quit staring at me. I feel uncomfortable."

"Can I sit beside you?"

What a hopeless man, Setsura nodded. Akito got up and sat beside her. He immediately pressed his lips against her cheek. "I'm sorry for earlier. I don't want you to think I stopped because I didn't want you."

"Akito, that's not it.."

"I know that it upsets you whenever I stop."

That's true. It did upset her a little. Setsura thought he understood her feelings. So, when he stopped abruptly. It did upset her, but even then.. Setsura felt him brush a strand of hair away from her face. "Setsura, you just have to tell me what you want. I've never had experience with anybody except my wife too. So, all of this is new to me too."

"You say that, but you had a previous affair?"

"Hey, calling it an affair is..."

"Akito, I think you should know by now. What I need is a loyal man by my side."

"You don't think I'm loyal to you?"

"Well," Setsura thought about his actions. "You do treat me very well. But,..." Her sentence fell short when she felt Akito's hands on her thigh. "Hey, don't do that. We're still eating, you know."

"I apologize, I can't seem to leave you alone."

Well, at least he has a way with words. Anybody can say such things; however, this genuine sincerity is something hard to come across. "What are we going to do about that murder that just took place? Can we leave it alone?"

"Relax, we won't leave it be. The chief is on the case."

The chief? So, Izu will do something about this. Izu, huh? There is one thing she does not understand. Why is Izu hiding away when he is the chief? He is a Guardian, but he can remain here for a long time. Did he get permission to stay here? Maybe she ought to consult with Oslo regarding this; it seems like Katakura would not know regarding these things.

"Akito, you won't let me go, huh?" she mumbled. Akito was gradually getting closer to her, his hands trailing against her upper thigh.

Akito brushed his lips against her ear, "Sorry, are you bothered by it?"

"Not so much. But, you must admit. This is a bit too close."

"My love, why do you smell so good?"

She recreated a certain perfume scent in the future. While she could not come close to the actual scent, with the limited things here, it was close enough; it seems like it worked on him. He seems pleased; she might as well leave him be. It's not like this wasn't relaxing for her.