By: Cruel Yoru
Ownership of Blood+ is not mine to claim.
Eternity
Eternity.
It can be an incredibly lonely and tiring existance.
It can threaten to engulf the very sanity of your mind.
Eternity though belived to be the pinacle point of immortality if spent alone, can in fact be the very irony that truly kills one.
Gliding the bow gently across the strings, I hear the deep, rich, somber notes I've played over and over again throughout the centuries. The notes I play for no one but her. Crowds gather around me, though my songs are all for her and her alone. When she slumbers peacfully and I am left to wait for the time of her awakening, I play my Cello as a lullaby for her.
My heart aches for her when she suffers, my heart aches when she is joyfull with others, my heart aches when we are apart.
When I play for her, she smiles to me so happily and sadly. I can see guilt in her eyes, but she needn't feel so. I have no regrets. Everything that I have done is so that I could remain with her always. Though her wish is as well mine, I shall always wish above all else to always be at her side and do all I can to fullfill any and all of her wishes.
I remember the day I finally had found her after many years of searching. She had remained the same and yet changed completly. She had no recollection of me or even of herself. She had a family now. A loving father and two caring brothers. They brought her such happiness. It was slightly lonely to see her so cheerfull with others and not with me as we had been once long ago. Her unable to remember my face, my voice or the melody I played for her with devotion. I was not upset though. I was glad that she had managed to attain at least for a short time a life a happiness, of blissfull ignorance. Unfortunatley, I was forced to shatter that life of hers.
Her crimson eyes hold mine for as long as she wishes. She turns away closing them in hopes to rest. To aid her, I continue to play for her the songs I have perfected over the long years of first learning them. Her chest rises and falls slowly and steadily. Her face calm and content. Her long, dark lashes feathering at her cheeks. Her lips slightly parted with a pout to them. Her raven black hair effortlessly and gracefully placed about her frame.
I stop playing when she has fallen to sleep. I sit myself closer to her. I gaze at her sleeping form and place a hand atop her head, stroking tenderly through her satin hair. She stirs for a moment then as time passes, she begins to speak aloud in her sleep, "Haji...thank you."
I react to the sound of my name. She is still for a while then soon begins again, "Promise me...promise me Haji..."
I listen tentavely to her sleeping form as she continues,"Promise, we'll always be together...Haji..."
Her words though those of a mere dream, brought such immense joy, I smiled down upon her and whispered to her, "I promise."
Within my thoughts, I thanked her. I graciously thanked her. I desperatly thanked her. I thank her for granting me the greatest gift that could ever be granted.
I thank her for staying by my side, for wanting to stay by my side.
I thank her for allowing and wanting me to stay by her side.
For if this immortal life of mine were spent without her in it, I would surley have died in the moment of my mortal death.
A/N: This is one piece to the whole that is spoken in Haji's perspective. Read them in whichever order you like. This is quite short due to the fact that Haji doesn't strike me as the type to delve into great detail about himself or his emotions. He has more of a one track mind, especially concerning Saya. If you enjoyed this, the other or both stories, please feel free to comment and/or give your advice on how I can improve my work to better meet your expectations.