Saya drifted in the familiar blackness. She knew this dark void well, and settled down for her long sleep, letting go of her regrets for leaving behind Kai, the twins, and the others.
It was the twins she worried about the most, but….
She couldn't make herself stay awake any longer, and knew that Kai, Julia, David, and all the others would give them better care than Diva, or even Saya herself had received.
Slowly she sank into the sable sleep, succumbing to its depths. She had just lost herself when she heard a small voice penetrating the abyss.
"Saya-nee-chan?" It came to her as if from far away, fuzzy and echoed. "Quick! I think she's waking up!" it went on.
"Shh, be patient…" another voice, deeper, softer, comforting and yet unsettling. "Saya?" the deeper voice began to clarify. She felt something—a hand around hers, soft and large. Soon after her other hand was clasped in small, slightly clammy fingers. Light pierced her dark cocoon, and she tried to close her eyes tighter against it.
"Yes, she's coming to," the deeper voice murmured. Saya felt hair brushed out of her face. "Saya?" the deeper voice called to her, pulling her away from the sweet darkness. "Try not to wake up too quickly."
Little pieces of her were coming together, faster and faster, and she fought against it, frightened. Sensations, smell—dusty and a little damp--touch—a soft cushion under her neck—sound—a tiny ticking far away—began to assault her all at once. She tried to push them away, they were unwelcoming and harsh. The large hand, which she somehow realized belonged to the deep voice, left her.
"Here, give her some of your blood quickly," the deep voice sounded strained.
"What's wrong with Nee-sama?" the small voice asked, scared.
"She's fighting it. It could be a good sign—if she takes your blood."
The smaller hand left her as well, and she was alone in her war for a terrifying, eternal moment. She heard a distant whimper, and then something warm and wet was pressed against her mouth. She latched on instinctually, like an infant to the teat. The blood flowed from her mouth through her body, to every inch of her, and it calmed the roar of her senses. The blood floated all the little pieces to the right places easily, putting the puzzle all together until suddenly she was solid.
Her eyes shot open, and she gasped at the bright light. The wrist was wrenched away, and a large hand came down over her eyes. She struggled, terrified.
"Saya, calm down. Your eyes won't have adjusted to the light."
This deeper voice seemed terribly familiar, though she couldn't put a name to it, and that scared her even more. She tried desperately to pry the fingers away.
"Nee-chan, it's ok," a small hand on her shoulder.
I know this one… she stilled, trying to remember, wanting the small one. She reached out for the hand on her shoulder, and he gave it to her willingly.
"It's ok, Saya, it's just us," the voice continued.
"Who are you? Who's there?" her voice was groggy and cracked, as if she hadn't spoken in a long time.
Ever so slowly, the hand on her eyes lifted, the bright light seeping in, and her eyes obeyed her and adjusted. She could see, but everything was blurry. There were two figures, a small one with brown hair, wearing black. The other wore a light color, and was larger, and had light hair. She focused on the small one, he was the one she had recognized. She blinked, and squinted, and tried to raise her hand to touch him. Her hand was strangely heavy, but he took it up anyway. Focus came to her, a little at a time. The face that swam into her vision was instantly known.
"Riku?" she murmured, and the boy grinned, nodding. She was confused, he shouldn't be here, but she wasn't sure why. She turned to the other figure and when she could see him it all came together.
"Solomon???" she gasped, frightened and confused and suddenly she could remember everything, everything, and what was Riku doing here? He was supposed to be dead and… "What are you doing here? Where am I?" She tried to sit up but couldn't, and Solomon prevented her from trying again.
"Just rest a little more, Saya. You're weak from the transition. What do you remember?"
She groaned. "Everything."
He paused a moment. "I see." He stood up, the bed lifting from the lack of his weight. He walked over to a desk and stared at a few papers scattered on it for a moment, facing away from them. "I'm sure you have many questions, as do we, but for now I suggest you sleep a while. Your body needs to adjust to this place."
Saya turned her head to try and look at her sister's chevalier. "Where is this place?" she asked, despite his advice.
"It's called the Otherside. It's where queens go when they sleep." He murmured.
"But… but I've never been here before, and…" she protested.
Riku hushed her, fluffing her pillow and making sure the covers were alright. "We'll explain it all later, ok?" he said, sounding very grown up.
She smiled at him a little—she had missed him. "Alright…" She felt the pull of sleep, normal sleep, and after her struggle she felt very inclined to give in. She closed her eyes, and heard the door to the room open and close softly. Riku remained at her side and watched over her, a familiar presence once again.
AN: I am writing a Solomon x Saya story. Wtf is wrong with me???? Lol. Normally I am a very Solomon x Diva kind of girl (seeing as I highly relate to Diva and Solomon is pretty much my husband's anime incarnation) but I tend to like writing fanfics which actually fit the canon story. The exception is when I begin to write before a story is over, like Eternity.
Still, I am a HUGE Blood + fan, I've already got it all figured out how my hubby, my good friend, and I are all going to cosplay as Solomon, Nathan, and Diva respectively. We even joke about the two of them being my chevaliers as it is! (Hubby doesn't mind, my friend is VERY much like Nathan if you know what I mean).
So enjoy! There is far too little Blood + fan fiction if you ask me!