"The Mafia strangely make good precautions," Setsura seemed surprised, and Chauncey laughed. "What is so funny, sir?"
"You're the only one who would say Mafia out loud."
"Is it really such a taboo?" Setsura wondered.
"More like, it became one."
"I see hmmm…"
One of the main reasons why mafia groups can escape is because of this. They don't work past 11, so any cases that occur after the time - they can't be blamed for it. Still, he should probably refrain from telling her that he works overtime a lot because of special clients. Those particular clients are willing to provide extra information for special services. Chauncey deeply sighed if it weren't for his peculiar condition. He wouldn't have to bother with such ridiculous people.
He found them ridiculous. Those people who they are threatening for information. How dare they try to strike a deal with them?
….
"Akito!" Setsura chirped.
By the time they left the store, Akito was already waiting in the street. He was leaning against a pillar in his military uniform, lost in thought. When Setsura called out to him, he glanced over.
"Hey," Akito greeted. "Had a good day?" He discarded the cigarette, and it fell on the ground. Setsura walked over, and Akito pulled the girl into his arms.
"And a nice dinner. We should come here and eat sometime."
"Hmmm," Akito looked over at him. "You ate with Chauncey?"
"Yeah, I wanted to rob him of his money. But maybe I should have eaten more," Setsura seemed genuinely troubled by this.
Chauncey looked at her dumbfounded. That's why she accepted his dinner invitation?
Akito laughed, "That's a good girl."
"Akito, I'm cold. Give me your cloak."
"Yes, yes, my dear."
What sort of sight is this? To think somebody as grand as Akito is actually doing a woman's bidding like this. Still, 'they look very happy together.' Chauncey turned to walk away when Akito called out.
"Thank you for taking care of Setsura. Sorry if she caused any problems."
Setsura stepped on Akito's foot, "What problems?"
Akito laughed, "Well, while I find your actions cute. It's still not a nice thing to do. Apologize, yeah?"
"Definitely not, I don't apologize to players."
"Hmm, what about me?"
"Your different Akito."
He's had enough of this stupid couple. Chauncey sighed, "Forget it." He won't say he doesn't mind because he does. However, he doesn't want to watch these two any longer. 'It's annoying.'
"Akito."
"Hm?"
"The next few days, be careful."
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Mansion
"Akito?" Setsura stepped into the room and found Akito staring outside the window. "There you are, I know you're not hungry. But at least drink."
Akito smiled, "Yeah. Thank you."
He looks so sullen again. She wonders what is he thinking about? Setsura wrapped her arms around him, and a content sigh passed Akito's lips. "Akito, what's the matter?"
"Do you like Chauncey?" Akito asked.
She immediately understood why his mood was so strange, and frantically shook her head. "Why would I?" Is this why he was sulking?
"You two seemed chummy in the restaurant."
"Wait," a sudden realization dawned on her. "How long have you been watching?"
"For a while."
Setsura bit her lip and shook her head, "Don't misunderstand anything Akito; there is nothing between us."
If she's going to fall in love with somebody in this era, it would be Akito and not Chauncey. She held him tightly, "Akito. Don't be paranoid okay?"
"You can like anybody else, just not him. Not him." Akito repeated in a trance. Setsura knew that the words he was saying weren't really for her but for his late wife. Even though she avoids speaking about his late wife now, she keeps doing things that are similar to her.
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Long Mansion - 8:00am -
Because it keeps getting repainted, it becomes history.
Chauncey always saw life precisely in that manner. Things eventually become history. Everything, nothing escapes the cycle.
As time goes by, things develop, things change. But that leads to the things we once knew being covered in dust; it suddenly becomes old. Something that becomes a definition of the past. In a matter of seconds, things can change in an instance.
Chauncey ensured that whenever things change. He could keep up with the changes. He would adapt himself to any situation. Although he is the second son, Chauncey managed the household affairs and the business. He even kept his brothers in line.
His attitude often caused people to misunderstand and think he is the eldest brother, not the second. Naturally, such a thing would cause conflict between him and his eldest brother. Even without it, though, Chauncey has always disliked his eldest brother.
He never regarded that man as an older figure type. Never once. That's why he felt the need to conduct himself in a manner that takes on leadership and responsible role. Even though that job was supposed to be his brothers, he cannot rely on him at all. That person is far too weak. While his eldest brother was upset about those remarks, he did nothing to change his situation.
He disliked the weak, never once did he see any need for it at all.
Chauncey knew that his nature to others was described as an arrogant, prideful person who demands perfection and dislikes submitting to weakness. But if that's the case, then he didn't mind. Since it is the mere truth, whether it's arrogant doesn't matter to him at all.
People often pointed out that his personality and even his appearance resembled his Mother. Since Chauncey has always admired her, he treated those words as compliments. Throughout his entire life, his mother was the embodiment of the word perfect. While she often neglected him and only spoke to him whenever it came to his older brother. Still, Chauncey didn't mind at all. At least that was until he found out the truth. The mother he admired so much always lost face whenever it came to those with a higher status.
One of the things Chauncey couldn't stand was weak people. One day people would see behind that woman's mask, and then she will fall from grace. When that day comes, will she come begging to him?
His thoughts broke of feeling the presence of something rather annoying cling on to his arm, "Ne ne Aun-chan, what are you thinking?"
Chauncey merely sighs spotting maroon color, even though he's supposed to be the eldest out of them. How come he acts like a mere child? It makes little sense to him at all. But even so, he's the only one who knows it.
"That ridiculous nickname. Are you not tired of it yet?"
Why did Victor come here so early in the morning, if all he was going to do is act ridiculous?
Victor pulled a face, " Eh, you dislike it that much? Then what about Cam-Cam?"
"Absolutely not."
"Then, Cha-Cha? Ah, that one sounds funny.
His eyes twitched in annoyance, " Even though I said I don't like the first one you keep adding to it. What makes you think I will like any of the new ones if I disliked the first?"