Hi! I'm pretty new here, but not new to the writing world. J
I'm writing this is response to a beautiful one-shot written by Azshara called 'This Love'. It's a lovely piece of work and I recommend that all of you read it in order to further understand my fan fiction. I wrote a short poem after a flood of ideas but did it no justice.
I'm more of a SolomonxsSaya shipper; I fine their relationship to be far more interesting. However, this fic was written to play with the idea of Azshsara's sweet one-shot and to explore all of Saya's relationships. I want to satisfy both sides so I'm not floating on any boats here.
This fan fiction takes place after some turn of events of Ep. 43. Solomon kidnaps Saya and takes her back to his New York flat. Instead of turning him down however, Saya gives into his tranquil words and makes love to him that night. A night of bliss is soon interrupted for Solomon when Hagi comes knocking at his door…
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"Stop!" Saya cried. She looked up in horror as the two men who loved her dueled in the sky. They became nothing but blurs and sounds after a while, and the flood of emotion was making her faint.
How could she have let this happen? Why didn't she flee from Solomon's flat when she had the chance? How did she let her curiosity lead her to this point? Questions flooded her mind as she listened to the clanks of metal strike each other; each blow flashing a new question across her mind, one after the other and after the other.
It was almost as if someone pulled a string out of her body to release her. She closed her eyes and her back arched as the flow of gravity pulled her to the ground. There was no way Saya's leap would go unnoticed; it was only a matter of time until one of the two flew to her rescue. After moments of floating above the ground, her senses familiarized her faithful chevalier's arms pressed against her flesh. She shut her eyes tighter, fighting the image of Solomon's face plastered in in her mind, guiltily longing for him.
She opened her eyes and locked her eyes with Hagi, who was slowly descending to the ground. A flash of disappointment shivered down her spine.
"Saya," Hagi said. "Are you alright?"
Saya squeezed Hagi's sleeve. "I just wanted you to stop."
Hagi said nothing, but his gaze turned apologetic. Suddenly, the ground hit Haji's feet with a thud, making saya bounce slightly. Hagi guided her to the ground and held her until she stood stably. She ran her fingers gingerly down his arm signaling that she was alright.
Solomon was there before she looked up.
"Saya, please! Stay with me, come and live with me! We have a future together, one that can flourish! Your life doesn't have to end with Diva, you don't have to continue life in this miserable rut! Please…" Solomon's voice was far from desperate, but the tone of urgency lingered in his voice.
Saya turned her head away. His eyes… she couldn't look at him without thinking of the moments earlier when they made love.
The moment when she betrayed everything she valued.
"Solomon, I…" Haji squeezed her shoulder firmly; he might as well have been strangling her with the guilt she felt inside. If he only knew… She breathed it heavily and looked at Solomon straight in to his eyes.
A weight dropped in her stomach. Is this the cruelest form of torture that she could play on her enemy? Would breaking every bone in his body take away the pain of the broken heart? His eyes pleaded her to come back to him, to spend the rest of the night and fall into his sweet bliss…
But his sweet bliss was poisonous gas, suffocating and blinding her. She didn't deserve the sweet decadence and worldly pleasures he had offered- she wasn't worthy. Her kind was to be exterminated, including Solomon.
Yet, his sweet bliss was humanly, loving and reminded her of the time when she thought of herself as human. His words intoxicated her with confusion: How could he say such misleading things when she was so close to her goal? His words were things her father would say, reminding her of how life should be lived…
But that was the past. Her father wasn't aware of the monster that she was today.
"I'm sorry," she said, slightly louder than a murmur. "I can't."
Solomon's eyes widened, and his reaction was ignored as her and Hagi launched into the sky, leaving Solomon on his knees.
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If I only could keep a part of you…
Saya opened her eyes and slowly raised from the bed. She looked side to side and found Hagi waiting faithfully beside her. Though his still exterior fooled those around him, to Saya, the slightest twitch of the eye may as well mean he was sobbing. The urgency in his eyes meant nothing less.
She could anticipate his yearning questions about knowing what happened the other night.
"Hagi…" she whispered. His hand crawled on top of hers and squeezed slightly. He looked away from her, fighting his curiosity.
The pain may have been a monster ripping apart her stomach. How could she lie to Hagi, or ever worse, tell him the truth? If she lied he would sure read her, but if she told the truth, oh God if she told the truth…
She may loose him forever. Maybe it's a risk she would have to take.
"Hagi, nothing happened last night. Solomon confessed his love to me, but," she giggled nervously, "how can I possibly believe the enemy?"
Hagi snapped his neck suddenly; staring Saya directly in the eyes. His stare wasn't necessarily a glare, but a denunciatory stare that made Saya's stomach tie in knots.
"You're… you're not lying to me, are you Saya?" His voice trembled, not in anger but in fear. Tears rimmed Saya's lids. She could say anything and Hagi would abide by her sweet lies; running away from the truth. Was she that cruel?
"No. No Hagi, I'm not lying to you. We have a mission; even Solomon's silly words can't get in the way of that…"
The corners of his mouth rose.
"Of course," Hagi said. "How could I forget."
Saya locked gazes with Hagi and squeezed his hand assuredly.
She straightened her back and yawned. She released her hand from Hagi and raise them in the air, releasing the preesure with a stretch.
"I'm going to take a shower, Hagi. I need the warm water."
He nodded his head. "Of course."
Hagi exited the room as Saya got up from her bed and entered the bathroom. She turned on the shower nozzle and stripped until bare. She looked at the mirror ahead of her and leaned against the wall, looking at herself. She blinked and suddenly Solomon was standing next to her, nude alongside. She jumped and stood up straight, but the image was soon gone.
The pain in his face was…
"I'm sorry…"
Steam built in the mirror, soon covering her own face with steam. She slid down the wall, face buried in her hands.
Uggh, sorry for an emo-filled chapter. This was Saya in her emo stage anyway, so it's excusable, I think. Too bad she doesn't know what's inside her heh heh heh…
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Before anyone says anything: I know most of you are used to Hagi's names being spelt H-A-J-I but… for some reason the Word Processor for my computer does this thing whenever I spell in HAJI it automatically capitalizes the 'I' like this: HajI. I have no idea why, whenever I press the space bar it does that. Since it takes away from the flow of typing because I have to go back and edit it oddly, I'm spelling it with a 'g'. Sorry if I ruined anyone's lives with this catastrophe.