CHAPTER THREE

Seijuro stared at the table in front of him and clucked his tongue.

She was late.

He would've expected it from other people, but he never recalled a time when Cassandra was tardy. Hell, if memory served him right, she was annoyingly prompt. It was probably one of the only qualities he liked about her. Though if he really thought about it, he didn't know this stranger he was waiting on. All he had were outdated memories of middle school life.

His eyes fell to the ground as he recalled Frankenstein's earlier words: People aren't stagnant, Akashi-sama and a year-and-a-half is a long time.

Seijuro scoffed. It was Cassandra for crying out loud. How much could she have changed?

His head snapped up when he heard the sound of knocks to see someone coming in. He knew immediately it was Cassandra from the black hair he could make out.

She was dressed in a light blue dress, Seijuro noticed. She had a pair of heeled sandals. She looked older, he supposed, more mature. Though, he wasn't exactly expecting her to still look like a child. The moment he was able to see her face, however, he knew she was still the same. Perhaps a little thinner in the cheeks, but her features hadn't changed. Her wide doe eyes were still too expressive, her once again long hair still looked like it would get in the way and her body didn't look like one of a hardened female. Fragile limbs and delicate skin, Cassandra.

Meeting her eyes when she stopped before him, Seijuro knew she hadn't changed in the least.

"Ready?" he asked, already turning his back on her without so much as a second thought. He was a bit surprised by her reply.

"No, actually, there's one more thing."

The moment he turned his head to look over his shoulder at her, his cheeks met with the pocket knife she's holding. His hand encloses her wrist while trying to face her as he skidded a few paces away, he watched—the shock expertly hidden—as she glared threateningly.

"You know, it's not good for a lady to do that."

"That was for forcing me away from my freedom for my entire life." Readjusting the strap of her bag, she added, "Now, I'm ready."

Seijuro's eyes trailed after her as she walked past him without a second glance. He was surprised by the surge of pain in his cheeks when he tried to frown. Swiping his thumb across the side of his face he was even more surprised to see it smeared a lot of red.

"Tch."

Reaching for his handkershief, Seijuro's eyes stared at Cassandra with a newfound curiosity. He of all people should've known appearances could be deceiving.

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Sigh, I really don't know what I did in this chapter. Why? It's because I really do not know how to portray Akashi-sama's attitude and character. Well, I still hope you enjoy it :D