The Missing Link

Atagoki: My first Blood+ fic. Wooplah. XD First off, I usually spell Haji..well..Haji, but I suppose more people use Hagi in fics...so I'll use that. Sorry if it pisses you off or is annoying. I saw Haji first and I've been calling him that since the beginning of time. Also. Leans to HxS. :P Note that this was based off a theory I had about Blood+ after rumors of a possible series continuation (although I doubt it's even true...but what the hell, I'll have fun.)

Rating: T for violence and brief language

Warnings: Violence in this chapter.

Disclaimer: An apple a day does not buy you Blood+. --"

Prologue:

The heavy tears began to pool in the corners of the young woman with bright blue eyes. Her young face was streaked from a variety of things, ranging from blood to sweat. To say the least, she was not clean. Her usually clean outfit was a mess from the combination of spilled blood, tears, sweat, rain, and ash, not to mention the mud. The scent of burnt flesh and wooded area filled her nose. The young woman brushed the long bangs out from her eyes and blinked them, trying to concentrate hard on what she was doing. She gripped her blade with such ferocity her own hands began to shake. The moonlight from above let the muddy ground and puddles of water glisten, her moistened blade, dripping with blood and water.

The young woman with cerulean eyes lighting up the dark evening, closed her eyes to hide her location and put all her energy into listening for the sound of anything to alert her to her enemy. It was hard to hear beyond the crackles of the fire, however, it was dying down, but the thick grayish-black smoke began to fill her lungs and she tried so desperately not to cough and give away her location. Silence. Dead silence. Fear was overpowering her but she swallowed the lump in her throat and pushed aside the horrid scents that were tickling her nose and daring her to vomit and cry.

The silence was interrupted by a slight crackle of branches, which to the young woman, sounded like a hoard of elephants coming through, but in reality, was so minuscule, a normal person wouldn't pay much mind to it. Her eyes flickered open and she stealthily made her way to the sound until she felt a presence near her. An arm wrapped around her throat and staggered breath licked her neck and face and she looked away to escape the scent of the sour blood.

"Hey, Ayumi. It appears I found you. You're too naïve." the voice whispered in her ear, gliding against her skin with a cold knife.

"Oh? And how's that, Hakuro?" Ayumi, the cerulean-eyed girl replied, her voice faltering as she said her enemy's name.

"I'm sorry for having to kill you, little sister." Hakuro replied, and turned Ayumi to face her, blinking. Brown eyes suddenly became recessive and replaced by more dominant blood-red eyes sparkling in the moonlight as Ayumi's blue eyes did. Hakuro took her thumb and traced against the blade of the knife, blood seeping out slowly.

Ayumi grabbed her own katana, wincing at the thought of the extreme pain, and then inhaled deeply and dragged the sword forward. She paused. Hesitation? No. There was no time to think about this. Now or never. "I wish it had been never, nee-san." she whispered, then forced the blade through her own self with such force, it caught her sister in her own stomach. A gasp, a scream, then silence.

Ayumi's eyes watered as she pulled the sword out and turned to her sister on the ground, getting on her knees. "Nee-san..." she mumbled softly, using her fingers to brush Hakuro's bangs out of her former blood-red eyes. The eyes were returning to their normal brown shade.

"My...my daughters..." Hakuro muttered, her eyes shutting slowly and her skin beginning to deteriorate.

Ayumi's fingers released the blade and she clenched her hand tightly, fingernails creating little crescents, then released and fell forward on her knees, resting her weight on her palms and wept hushed cries until a crack in the woods made her look up and lean back on her knees. She wiped her nose with her muddy hand and carried further dirt on to her face, then reached around on the ground for the blade in the soaked ground.

"Ay-Ayumi...Ha-Hakuro..." the blond haired man whispered, taking a step forward.

"Nathan. I am sorry."

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The young woman eyed the authentic landscape of the former Moorish city of Seville, Spain. She nodded her head then began to trace out the shape of the buildings, heavy and saddened eyes darting back to her drawing only for a brief second, then back to the landscape for more time.

Her violet eyes had gained an almost slight silver tint from age and seeing so much, her skin darkened from sitting out in the sun for so many hours and her eyebrows fixated. She carried the face of a woman who had seen more than she deserved to see. Four or five lifetimes worth was the minimum, and so she expressed it with her face.

As she began to trace the lining of the tall building to the northwest, a voice interrupted and caused her to stop drawing as her pencil went astray. She dropped her arm and sighed, turning around, her eyes sullen and dark circles under her eyes being shown to her guest.

"Yes, Miguel. What is it?"

"A young man named Hagi is here to see you. He has a lady friend."

She chuckled, although it seemed forced, and then turned back to her work and began tracing the line of the tall buildings. "You of all people should know Miguel, that people who appear young are not always young. But I do not wish to see this Hagi. Tell him to leave."

The fair skinned and fair haired man came closer and grabbed her arm, whispering in her ear some Japanese, a language she didn't often use anymore. "You promised him—"

"My promise is no longer valid considering the terms of our agreement. Tell him to go to Paris and leave me alone. A bitter and frigid woman like me wants little to do with any more troubles."

Atagoki: Ah...bear with me. XD I'm not used to writing for Blood+ and because the series seemed so...finite, it's a little trickier than expected.