Hi, this is my first story its a POV of Hagi as he watches Saya sleep.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Blood if I did I would have Karl! (obviously a Karl fan)

He looked at the cobblestone streets below him and sighed softly. The scenery never seemed to change in Paris. Just like him. Together they fought against time never changing although everything else and everyone else changed. Except for her, she was always there. She was his Paris.

Hagi turned away from the window and looked towards the bed. Where Saya slept her hands slightly clenched as she murmured softly in her sleep. Hagi stepped forward trying to decipher her soft sighs. He heard a name that clung to her lips for many years, like the tears that clung to her eyelashes as she dreamt.

"Diva." Hagi's right hand clenched at the mention of her name. How much pain had she caused Saya, how many tears had Saya shed on her behalf? Saya turned from her peaceful position into another with another sigh of a name that sent Hagi's old heart ablaze. "Hagi." Saya had whispered his name in her sleep. He smiled as he watched her. How he loved when she said his name. The way Saya said it so innocently and the way it sent him over the edge and into sheer bliss.

He turned away again from Saya once he made sure her dreams were peaceful. Every night the same ordeal began. As Saya dreamt her memories came rushing back. Forcing her to relive every battle and feel every cut that her scar less skin would never show. Hagi hated those nights. The nights when he could find no way to comfort Saya, when nothing could stop her unconscious crying. The blessing and curse of the morning was that she would never remember the dreams she had. She would always wake up with the smile she held just for him whispering "Morning Hagi," with her sweet voice. The blessing that she would never remember the horrific dreams and realize that they were memories not nightmares and the curse that she would find out some day and the doubt that she would never remember.

The window by which Hagi stood misted over with the fog from outside. The strange fog that seemed to overtake his sleepless nights in Paris. He glanced outside at the Eiffel Tower shining in the distance, standing tall against the pitch-black sky speckled with diamond stars. Hagi rested his hand against the cold glass window feeling the coldness penetrate his mutilated hand. His right hand forever to remain Chiropteran. That was the only physical scar Hagi had. The only memory of Saya's last awakening. Hagi looked away, his trust had been broken with the red shield. But, if Saya trusted them now there was no way he could back out of it. For her wish was his. Even the promise she had made him keep so many years ago.

He remembered it vividly, the way her black hair framed her heart shaped face as she smiled softly from his cello case. Moments before she would sleep for thirty years. Her voice softly ringing as she whispered to him "promise me Hagi, when this is all over." He remembered his answer, his voice faltering, "If that is your wish."

And so it was, that promise they had made years ago still bonded them. Even if Saya had not remembered it she was aware of it. She would whisper it in her sleep as Hagi kept vigilant watch over her. He looked out the window again on the familiar sight of Paris as dawn began to kiss the horizon.

"Hagi?" He turned to the voice that called him. His eyes looked upon Saya smiling softly from where she had awoken on the bed. "Saya." Hagi whispered softly his silhouette outlined by the rising sun behind him.

"Promise me something Hagi?" Saya asked.

"Anything……. if it is your wish," Hagi replied glancing back towards the window as a single tear escaped from his stony façade.

Because how long could Paris be only his.

Thanks for reading. Please R&R, any comment is appreciated! Especially advice on how to improve! -LifesDarkFire