A/N: This story is an AU. Some parts are based from the anime series but most of it are from my own twisted plots and fantasies. My first for this fandom so would really love some feedback on how I do. First chapter can be quite confusing but I'll explain some holes as the story goes. Also, Ratings will eventually go up and should I put up the lemons I shall tone it down for ff net and transfer the uncensored versions to aff.
Disclaimer: No. I do not own Blood+, Saya or Haji. They belong to Asuka Katsura-sama and no matter how much I pray at night they still do.
Summary: It was a thirst that only his blood could quench. Her traitorous body beckoning her through harsh wails as a ravenous hunger crawled its way from up her belly to her throat, screaming and clawing at her insides to sample a simple taste. Weak, confused and unable to hold on, Saya places her trust on a silent mysterious stranger and surrenders herself to the call. To the call of Bloodlust.
Bloodlust
By: girldisturbed
Beautiful Stranger
Chapter One
Black, Blue, Gray.
These were the colors you remind me of,
The colors that haunted me in the night.
I wonder what's to become of me without you...
What was once colorful colors to me,
Would probably be just another tasteless sight.
Saya groaned flopping onto the soft mattress of the comfy bed and closing her eyes. The day had been a tiring one; school had been exhausting while work had been just as harsh. And as if those two weren't bad enough, she'd been attacked by another one of those visions again...wait, Visions? Saya snorted. No that sounded prophetic, complicated and another load of weight pushing her down, better to simply classify it as strange annoying daydreams for now...She sighed and crushed the silky sheets caught in her fingers.
This time it had happened during work while she was tending to the tables and gathering some tips. The day had started out fine and went as was routine: first, finishing her classes then, attending to her job.
They were closing the restaurant for the day and the last of the customers were leaving. She'd been gathering some tips left on the table when it came; A creepy chill rolling up and down her spine and the hand that held the papers and coins of tips suddenly started to sporadically twitch.
Next came the feeling of numbing coldness, like suddenly being doused on ice cold waters that racked shivers all throughout her body eventhough she knew how warm it had been just a minute ago.
Then came the part of the phase that she anticipated but dreaded the most: The high-pitched unrelenting wailing that Just. Wouldn't. Ever. Stop--!!
She sank down the bed and let out another tired sigh, unwilling to dig herself further into thoughts that brought nothing but grief.
Of course Saya knew these weren't dreams, for one thing her dreams were supposed to smell of warm honey and ginger, consisting only of mountains and mountains of food with a face-less pale skinned stranger hovering silently ever watchful beside her.
Saya blinked.
Eh? Where did that come from?
She let out another agonized groan. Great, now her stupid brain was going cookoo again. All the internal whining seemed to be stirring her crazy bones into motion. Sigh. Better to just turn in for the night and rest.
Wriggling leisurely on her belly, hoping to find the perfect position to lay and drop dead, she grumped and grunted first in irritation then satisfaction at having finally found the ideal position: Squished and happily crushed underneath mounds and mounds of feather-stuffed pillows and a blessedly warm light blue cloud-patterned comforter.
She smiled drowsily, heavy lids dropping closed and gave herself to blissful unconsciousness. It hurt to think too much and she prayed fervently that the gods would be merciful enough to allow her this brief moment of rest. Free of nightmares and grief. Where she could lose herself even for just a minute to the numbing darkness, a place as familiar and safe to her as a child would wrapped securely within its mother's arms.
A place where she could forget all about scary, confusing daydreams and mysterious unknown strangers that stirred strange unknown things within her belly.
A whisper passed, the sound as fleeting as the wind and Saya paused, ears grasping it and wondering what it meant just before her mind shut down and opened to embrace sleep.
It's strange, came her last sluggish thought, but she could've sworn she heard the quiet click of the door closing just now…She would've contemplated on it more had her body not insisted she move on and so, excusing it as another proof of her dwindling sanity and classifying it in category with those bizarre visions and attacks, she let it go for now, later to be forgotten in the morning and simply slept.
The repetitive beeping of her alarm clock roused her from her slumber. Saya stirred. Right hand moving in a twitch before twin pools of black opened to stare at the blue rose painted ceiling above her. Raising a hand to her mouth, she covered a large yawn and blinked blearily, mind quickly catching up to her with the who's, the where's and the what's that needed to be done for the day.
First came school then came work, an endless routine of normalcy that she appreciated and was content with.
She turned her head left, to the clock situated by the nightstand and its numbers glaring 06:05 in bold red colors.
Saya slowly sat up.
Rubbing the grit from her eyes and sliding her feet to the edge of the bed, it landed softly on the pink carpeted floor with a dull thud and tickled some of her toes upon contact.
She stood.
Raising her arms above her head, she performed various long stretches. The wide yawn flowing freely from her lips this time unstifled and drawn out.
As much as she wanted to just crawl back under the covers and sleep, she had obligations to fulfill and though yes, the mind was willing, the body(as usual) wasn't quite as eager with the complying.
Finished with the small but warming exercise, she turned on the radio and entered a CD. Turning up the volume and allowing its catchy tunes to flow through the speakers and do its job in seeping through her bones and revitalizing her body.
She grinned. Bobbing her head to and fro, gathering her bath essentials and swaying her way to the bathroom for a morning shower.
Shedding her clothes, dumping them on a laundry basket and stepping into the tub, she drew the plastic curtain and turned on the shower. She jumped, gasping then shivering at the icy coldness that greeted her courtesy the shower spray and twisted the silver knob toning down the amount of water that flowed through the shower.
That done, she followed through with the usual ministrations and continued bathing.
Body and mind now fully awake, she let the water slide through her body; washing through the soap and mentally opened her to-do list for the day.
There weren't any projects due but if she recalled correctly Satoshi-sensei and Haruko-sensei did mention a test on…she groaned. History and Physics. Seperate they were bareable but togther? Only one word came to mind.
Pain.
She sighed and turned off the shower, she'd ask Kaori for a review about those tests later. Reaching out for the thick white towel by the silver rack behind her, she wiped the water first out of her body then hair before grabbing the terry robe and quickly slipping it on.
Exiting the bathroom and walking towards her room: water dripping in small drops from her body to the carpeted floor, She opened the closet and took out her school uniform: A pristine white shirt, a short plaited dark blue skirt, two rolled up socks and a crimson red ribbon for her tie.
Taking off the robe and slipping those on, she grabbed the used towel and robe, made sure to place everything back to their proper place and moved on to daily hygiene. Combing through her shiny damp shoulder-length hair, smearing on a strawberry flavored lip gloss and spritzing some perfume.
Saya smiled and raised a thumbs-up to her reflection before turning off the radio, gathering her things and leaving the room. Now she had only one thing left to do before going to school.
Eating breakfast.
The scent of ginger fried, sizzling and cackling merrily over the pan triggered a large grin to spread on her lips and jumping the last four steps of the stairs, she raced to the kitchen and slipped her arms around her beloved blonde haired relative, cooking something that was(based on the smell and experience) no doubt delicious for breakfast.
"Auntie," she murmured, the sound muffled by the face she buried in the back of her aunt's yellow dress. "It smells delicious. What are you cooking?" Julia laughed and squeezed the arms around her. "It's a surprise so don't peek." Twisting and disentangling herself, Julia managed to face Saya while blocking her view of the pan.
Grabbing her niece's shoulders then gently ushering her to the direction of the table, she grinned at the pout on Saya's face but continued nonetheless.
They stopped when the table was reached and Julia pushed her down to sit on the chair before back-tracking to the kitchen and her earlier position of guarding the pan.
Saya laughed at her aunt's actions losing her earlier pout due to Julia's silliness and decided to prepare a peanut butter-jelly sandwich while waiting for her empty(and grumbling) stomach.
"Your father called last night."
She looked up from her sandwich: mouth still too full of food and garbled a, "Whff hrr hii shrr?"
Julia smirked.
"Honestly Saya, I find your attempt on communicating through the Russian language quite insulting. You just murdered the language in its entirety." She pointed to her with a spatula from across the room. A marble counter seperating the dining to the kitchen and continued with a wry. "If I were you I'd stick to Japanese."
Saya rolled her eyes and gulped down the food.
Julia always had this annoying habit of spouting sarcastic dry remarks during the mornings, it was usually very fun and brain tingling on her part but if it withheld important information like this one, it was more of an annoyance than anything else.
"I said, what did he say?"
Julia turned off the oven, scooped up the food on the pan, placed it in a wide plate then brought it back to the dining room. "There," She plunked the steaming dish in front of her hungry niece and went around the table. Seating herself in front of Saya.
"Well," She snapped her chopsticks and served the food, first on Saya's plate then on hers.
"Well," she repeated. "George told me to pass on Riku and Kai's love and regards. France is charming as usual and he promises to send some postcards that should arrive tomorrow via mail." She waved her chopsticks in the air as though in dismissal. "It's all just the usual really, asking me to watch over you and all that stuff. I tried to wake you last night…but you looked...tired and decided you needed the rest," Julia didn't elaborate on just how tired she looked but chose to continue instead. "about the things happening in your school...Oh, and I told him about that dance you mentioned, it's on February right?"
Saya nodded.
"Right, that's still three months away so I told him not worry about that." Julia winked teasingly. "Boyfriends and dates before said event, should of course pass through a screening test held by me." She chomped on a sushi and muttered matter-of-factly. "Family privileges."
Saya mentally rolled her eyes. Another issue she had with living with Julia was the woman's ridiculous tendencies of stringing her up on blind(not to mention boring) dates, in other words the woman very much liked meddling with her nonexistent lovelife.
"Really auntie, just because you have David-san doesn't mean I'm 'preordained' or 'fated' to meet mine as well."
Julia frowned "Don't bring David into this." and shook her head disapproving. "One of these days Saya…One of these days…Mark my words niece, when not if but when you meet the man of your dreams," She held her chopsticks as though waiting for some dramatic effect or perhaps envisioning lightning to strike behind her. "You shall rue the day you ever uttered such blasphemous words in front of me."
Saya made an indignant sound in the back of her throat, caught between amusement and hilarity as she laughingly replied. "Well you're feeling very poetic today aren't you auntie? Hm, I wonder what brought on such a mood…" Julia beamed, standing to gather both of their plates and answering a, "I'm going out with David for dinner tonight." by way of explanation.
Saya smiled and helped Julia by gathering the remaining bowls and cups then placing them by the sink. "I thought it had something to do with that."
Ignoring her comment, Julia continued to wash the dishes and said, "Anyway, that means you get be alone tonight." Her eyes slid to the side observing Saya. "Are you sure you won't mind? I can always call it off…It is just a date Saya there are other opportunities and besides," She nudged her niece. "You know you're much more important to me."
Saya blushed and wiped her hands in the towel, done with the cleaning.
"Why must you always ask that when you know I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself?"
Julia placed an arm around her shoulders and winked. "Just checking. Now," She unwound her arm, took Saya's brown leather bag that had been placed on one of the nearby chairs and handed it to her.
"Get going or you'll be late for class."
Saya nodded and took the bag. Leaning up to lightly peck her aunt by the cheek and walking towards the door to exit.
"Oh, and don't hesitate to call when you need anything okay?"
Saya paused and nodded. Opening the front door and exiting the house, she waved a hand and continued her way towards school. Usually she'd use Kai's scooter but it got busted last week and still remained in repairs, she'd make do with walking.
It wasn't that far to the school anyway but just in case…She hastened her footsteps. English was her first subject and she hated being late.
The melodic chimes of the school's first bell reverberated through the halls of Okinawa High and Otonashi Saya, a senior on her last year, quickly slipped on her leather white shoes then placed her brown ones inside the shoe locker.
The first bell signaled the students to enter their perspective classes. The second one indicated the beginning of attendance checking. Lastly, the third and final one signaled the beginning of class.
It was also usually around this time that their dean Yamagato Fudoshi-sensei strolled around the campus, checking every classroom and primarily making sure that each and every student, teacher or employee employed within his school were at their proper places.
The second bell chimed.
Slamming the locker door closed, she grabbed her bag and raced up four flights of stairs to her classrom. Breaking into light sweat then slowing into a walk when Room 3-B was within sight. Reaching the door, she halted, evened her breathing and slid the door open.
Bowing to her teacher who'd been calling out some names, she did the same to her fellow classmates then turned back to their teacher and greeted.
"Ohayou gozaimasu Miyako-sensei."
Hana Miyako, their class adviser and English teacher nodded.
"Go ahead take your seat Otonashi-san. The rest of you keep quiet while I check your attendance."
The student's chorused a, "Hai sensei." in reply.
Taking the empty seat by the open window, she turned to look outside, to the vacant soccer field then up to the azure blue sky. It was such a nice day. She wondered if the weather in France was just as nice. She hoped George, Riku and Kai were enjoying themselves. They'd been gone for a year and were due back to Okinawa by the next.
She tapped a finger on the desk. They'd asked her to come with them before they left and she'd agreed. Everything had been set and she'd been so excited like the rest of them but during the day of the flight...right before the plane could take off, something weird happened preventing her from- Her fingers stilled.
Two figures moving from below caught her eye, distracting her from her musings. She turned downwards to see who it was. One of them was Yamagato-sensei doing the usual stroll she supposed but the other...
Her vision zoomed in on crystal-like clarity focusing on the figure near the soccer field strolling along with the dean. What the-- He was tall, well-built and with a handsome but otherwise impassive face. Her hands clenched, gripping the wooden desk tightly.
That face...She'd seen that face before…even felt like she knew him from somewhere...but how was that possible?
She observed the stranger walking leisurely beside the dean, his dark wavy locks held up in a ponytail and swaying in a manner that simply begged her digits to run in and feel. High prominent cheekbones…Pale white porcelain skin…Surely features as striking as these wouldn't have been so easily forgotten?
Her eyes traced a path from his chin to his nose then to his eyes. Eyes so smoky and gray it reminded her of stormy clouds and dangerous nights, nights where the excitement of the unknown thrummed through her veins untamed and waiting to be unleashed…She felt a sliver of terrified fear.
Wondering how her vision could zoom in on him so clearly when he was so far away and why her head kept feeding her these confusing emotions when suddenly, the eyes that she'd been staring at so intently; moved, shifted and turned. It looked like he was searching for something but what could-- He glanced up and met hers.
Time stilled.
His eyes widened slightly. First, in surprise. Next, a flicker of recognition. Then to be overlapped by a twinkle of unnamed emotion. Emotion which she, for the life of her, can't describe or decipher but struck and rooted her to stillness all the same.
And in that one fraction of a moment, where the two strangers stared at each other: one from below the field, the other from a fourth floor window.
Just before his eyes slid from hers and continued his walk with the principal.
Otonashi Saya forgot how to breathe.
GD: Exhale. Exhale I say! What, you want me to perform CPR? -smirks why I'd be delighted to-
Haji: Step away if you value your life. -CPR privileges only available to Chevaliers-
GD: -glares at Haji- this all your fault you know
Haji: -preening- Yes, I am quite striking aren't I?
A/N: I've just recently put up a livejournal community featuring the Saya/Solomon, Saya/Haji and Saya/Solomon/Haji pairings. I urge fans of these pairings to please go ahead and join! The link is on my profile. It'll probably feature my drabbles and hopefully drabbles from fellow writers later on.