Disclaimer: I do not own Blood+ nor do I own any of the characters…..except, I came up with the twin's names….

Something soft enveloped her. It was a blanket of warmth caressing her face, her arms, and even though she wanted to call out, reach out, she couldn't. She'd have to wait. 30 years.
Kai glanced out of the window. Lately all he could think about was Saya. No. No, not Saya, it was Hagi who filled his thoughts. Kai had seen him die….and yet….everyday, a pink rose with a blue ribbon appeared at her resting place. Could it be? Surely he had lived because Hagi always bounced back. Besides, Chevaliers could not be killed by Chevaliers so what was the harm in believing he might be alive?

He remembered Hagi's first appearance. Ah, how he had simply wanted to strangle that man for kissing his sister, but, now, more than ever, he wished Hagi would kiss her once more. If it meant Saya would be truly happy, then so be it.

A sound pierced his thoughts. Ah, the babies were crying. He still didn't know what to name them, Saya and Diva would not do. Something Japanese. Or German, maybe. Wait…..he knew at least one name for one babe, and, running to Monique's and his bedroom, he shook her awake.

"Monique! Monique! I've got a name for Diva's look-a-like child!" Kai smiled as she groggily grinned.

"Well, out with it, Kai, " she mumbled, sleepily. It was, after all, almost midnight.

"Isa!"

She smiled, " What does it mean?"

" It means iron-willed one, and it's German. Since she looks like Diva and Diva was certainly iron-willed I thought-"

Monique stopped him from babbling on and kissed him on the mouth, " It's perfect, Kai. But what about Saya's?" He shook his head. Saya was different. Anyways, Saya's look-a-like child didn't look just like her alone. It had Saya's red eyes, but they were lazy, sleepy. Just like Hagi's. It was quite impossible, as Hagi never mated with Diva, and they were Diva's babies. But there it was in flesh….and in blood.

Their own child. Saya and Hagi bound by time and love, living their almost infinite time out together. Longevity. Yes, their child's name would be Kameko, child of the tortoise, which symbolized just that. Longevity.

Monique approved. Kameko and Isa, two beautiful twins, yes. A pleasant future? Highly unlikely.

Abruptly, it left her. That soothing sensation, a melody of warmth, low and rippling. So…..so familiar, and yet her unconscious mind could grasp only that. A sickeningly sweet sense of familiarity. Bit it was gone. One moment, she felt it, and the next, memories of her family and friends crowded in, tearing that sense of familiarity to shreds, only bringing her cold, metallic pain.

Kai. David. Loulou. Lewis. Joel. Moses. Riku. Diva. Diva's twins. Solomon. Hagi.

Hagi

That name pulsated through her veins in a unique sense of urgency, drowning all others out. Hagi. Then she could place her finger on that sensation.

"What is it?" she asked her subconscious thoughts. It was a cello. A beautiful and graceful melody, weaving and bobbing, going up and down, in a pattern that only could be described as lonely. For he was lonely. And so was she. It was a new song, mixed with the familiar song she had taught him so very very long ago.

" I wanted to see you smile…."

" Once more like when we first met. I have been serving you, and was glad to return to you, even if I had to give everything up."

"When I first awakened after becoming your Chevalier, the first thing you showed me were your tears. And, driven by rage, you chose to take up arms and fight."

" However, when I found you in Okinawa, you were wrapped in happiness."

" There was the smile I could not give you, even if I had wished for it."

" It was you and your family, Kai, who gave that smile to her."

" Saya….as your Chevalier, I have been living according to your wishes."

" But now….I must go against your wishes, just this once."

"Live. Please live."

" Live on today for tomorrow. You do not need to fight anymore."

" Nankurunaisa."

" I love you."

The rocks tumbling down, crushing him. This played through her dreamless sleep. NO! She wanted to scream, but her mouth wouldn't move. She wanted to find him, but her eyes wouldn't open. She wanted to hold him, but her arms wouldn't obey.

So, she drifted away, replaying every memory of Hagi. His hand on hers, his eyes softly calculating her. His smile when she clung to him in the street, his look of pleading when Mao asked him to help around the house. She was about to chuckle. Almost. But then she remembered……he was dead.

DEAD. HAJI'S DEAD.

Pain ripped through her chest, as if her heart was exploding into a million pieces. It bloomed in her temples, slicing open her forehead, causing her to ache in a way that she never before ached in. Worse than when Dad died, worse than when Riku died. Because the only person who she could truly cling to in life was dead and gone and never to be seen again!

Her hands shot up, breaking open her plastic-like cocoon, which she had slept in. She gasped for air, refusing to open her eyes, afraid of what she might see. Would she open her eyes to Vietnam again? Would she open her eyes to a bloody mass-murder? Even worse, would she open them to loneliness? Would she see no one and no trace of him? That she was sure of.

And so, her breathing steadied, under control, but her ears were filled with a constant ringing. And behind that ringing? A cello and a deep, mesmerizing voice…

Kai chuckled. 20 was a young age to be at, with these girls. But he and Monique could raise them. Along with the help of Julia and David, he'd know what to do.

"Kai!!!!" Julia screamed from down the hall, in the laboratory.

He raced to the room where she sat in front of a monitor that was set up so that scientists in her faction could view the process of Saya's sleep and development. She stood, hands gripping the table, knuckles white, shoulders trembling. Kai complied, " What?! What's wrong with Saya?!"

"She's waking up! Oh my god! She's waking up!!!!! DAVID!!!"

"What?" came the calm reply from the other side of the room, "I was right here the whole time." At a normal time this would have been quite the knee-slapper but when it came to Saya's sleep, there was no joking involved. No. This was serious.

"It's only been two years, how could she wake up?" David muttered, walking over to the table, "Is it-?"

"Unh." Kai nodded, showing that David's assumptions were probably right. It was what they feared. If she didn't get what or who she wanted at a time like this, she might slaughter half of Okinawa….

Kai prayed to the heavens, Hagi, If you still live, Saya needs you. Please, come.

Saya reluctantly opened her bleary, sleep-filled eyes. They felt so heavy, like lead, but she did it anyways, just to prove to herself that no one would be there. Just to cause more pain, because, now that Hagi was not here, did it matter if she was strong or not? Now that Diva was not here, did it matter if she fought sorrow? It proved nothing. It was futile.

She wondered, maybe, if Kai had been kind enough to leave an outfit for her, so that she wouldn't be walking home naked. Would she walk home at all? What was the point? They'd all be old and half dead and busy with their own problems and feelings. What was her point in life anymore? Sure, killing Diva had left her free, free to be who she wanted to be, to fulfill her dream of traveling the world, but why would she do that if she couldn't enjoy it? Really, now that Hagi was gone, everything was tasteless, everything was bland. Nothing had that wonderful gold glow as it did when he would look into her eyes and hold her as she cried. Nothing.

She found the clothes. And a note. It was scribbled in Kai's chicken scratch:

Dearest Saya,

If you're reading this, it means that I am 30 years older and the twins are grown. Also, if you're reading this, then you probably remember everything. So, if you need anyone, they'll be there. If you call…...especially him, Saya. Especially him.

Kai

She ripped the paper to shreds, what did he know? No one would come because everyone was dead or close to it. No one remembered her anyways. But, had she turned the note over, she might have seen the elegant script on the back of the note which read only one word:

Saya

She picked up the outfit that she saw on the floor. It was a jacket much like the red dress she had worn when she first reunited with Kai after that terrible year. Under it, a simple red and black striped tank top was to be worn. A black miniskirt and black leggings accompanied the ensemble of clothing well. She found black leather boots, suitable for walking, and currently in fashion, she guessed.

She put these on after putting on the undergarments she found. She reached down to grope for anything else of importance, and pricked her finger upon that object. Saya gingerly picked it up and held it in front of her face, utterly stunned.

It was a rose. Pink and perfect, with a blue ribbon attached and a note on the side that read, in the elegant script she had torn on accident:

Nankurunaisa. I love you

Author's Note:

I did this after seeing the end of the series and DYING because it's sort of left hanging. So I decided, instead of waiting and wondering, I'd write my own ideas into a crummy story. It actually didn't turn out THAT crummy, ne? Anyways, I would have used Haji, but that spelling hates my computer, the I's always go capital at the end and I have to keep going back to fix them (D-.-)

So I was all like, "Screw it, it's a one letter difference. DEAL." XD Anyways, so thanks for reading, because that means you looked past my horrible summary and acted like this was going to come out possibly OK. I must say that it actually is turning out good. Oh no, when I start liking my work, people start hating it...

Anyways, Teh Sauce is OUT