(Blood Plus is the property of its creators. I do not own Blood Plus, its original story line, or its characters. No copy right infringement intended.)
Greetings! Thank you for reading. I have been obsessed with this anime for a few years now, and have watched it several times. I love the characters and the plot. I have wanted to write a fic for it for a while now, and after much thought, I've come up with my idea. Essentially, I am starting from the beginning of the story and retelling it with my own observations, and mostly unaltered original dubbed dialog. As the story progresses, I plan to add my own chapters, and I even plan to continue the story from the show's cutting off point. Without further ado, I present:
My Blood Plus- Chapter 1: First Kiss
The world seemed to buzz around her as Saya Otonashi took deep, even breaths. She knew concentration was vital to her success. She closed her eyes, and bent over, her hands on her knees.
"K'mon Saya, you can do it!" Her best friend, Kaori cheered her on as she readied herself. She straightened up, and took one last breath. This was it; she was in the zone now. She could do this! She ran with all her strenth and jumped, launching herself into the air. Everything seemed to be moving in slow motion. She became intently aware of everything around her: the clouds, the sound of the air moving around her, even her own heartbeat. It was incredible. It all seemed so surreal. She was finally doing this, and she was going to make it! She was going to beat the record!
Or not. She smacked the blue safety mat hard, nearly throwing her backwards. Much to her dismay, she heard the pole hit the ground.
"Oh, almost!" Kaori called out. "You were so close! You almost cleared it! I mean really close!" The two were unaware that they were being watched. Just outside, barely hidden by some shrubbery, David and Lewis of the Red Shield observed Saya with great curiosity. It was strange, David thought, that she looked and acted so human. She was far from the mindless, blood thirsty monster he remembered. Still, he knew looks could be deceiving…
"If you get your butt just an inch higher," Kaori teased, pinching the toes of Saya's sneakers."You'll set a high school record!"
"Kaori…" Saya leaned up, grabbing her friend's hand. Kaori laid softly against Saya's stomach, which began to growl.
"Oh, your stomach's growling."
…
Not more than a few minutes later, the girls were eating their lunch under their favorite shady tree.
"God, I'm starving," Saya said, stabbing her chopsticks into her boiled egg. She shoved the whole thing in her mouth at once, and closed her eyes, savoring the taste. Yes, the boiled egg was her favorite food, especially so since her dad was such a good cook. Kaori watched with great curiosity as Saya ate. She took a sip from her thermos and giggled.
"What?" Saya asked, her mouth still full.
"You know Saya, if you ate a decent breakfast, you'd probably do a lot better."
"Hmm..." Saya considered. "Well, maybe, but I never eat before I work out. I like to stay light on my feet."
"Give me a break, Saya. You're as thin as a rail. And besides…"
"Besides what?" The two girls bumped sneakers playfully.
"You can eat anything and never get fat, so what's up with that?"
"Oh, I don't know," She said thoughtfully. She really didn't know. Saya had noticed that she seemed to eat more than anyone around her, and yet she was still a lean 98 pounds.
"Well I just look at pizza and gain three pounds," Kaori joked. She grabbed her friend in a playful hug and the two girls fell over, gigging.
"Hey, Kaori, stop! My lunch box!"
"Sorry!"
Their bliss was interrupted by the sound of a plane overhead. They watched with amazement and fear two small jets, then a larger one passed directly over them.
"That's one big airplane," Saya whispered, her brown eyes wide.
"I think it's a U.S. bomber."
"It's a bomber?"
"Yeah, a war plane. I wonder if it's going to the battlefield."
"You think so?" Saya stood up, facing Kaori, who still sat on the ground.
"Maybe. It kind of scares me. My friend's mom told me the bombers always take off from Okinawa. Ever since she can remember, and my mom says we need the American base to survive, but you know, I'm not so sure." She pulled her knees up and hugged them to her chest.
"I guess I don't know what to think," Saya said as she watched the planes fade into the distance.
"Oh yeah, Saya. I keep forgetting you can't remember anything beyond the past year, can you?"
"No, but it's just that airplane…" Saya shielded her eyes from the sun as the planes faded off into the distance. "Somehow, it looks very familiar."
"Saya!" her older brother, Kai Miyagusuku called, bringing her out of her contemplation.
"Time to go to the clinic," he waved, bike helmet in hand.
"Alright!" she called back.
"Oh, I'm so jealous. I wish I could ride with Kai,"Kaori said. Saya went back to her luchbox and began to quickly stuff as much food in her mouth as she could.
"Really?" she asked, her mouth full. "Why?"
"Because, he's so cool! You know every girl in school's after him." It was true, Kai was quite popular, especially with the girls. He was a fairly attractive boy, he rode a motorcycle, and hung out with all the right people.
"I'm worried about him, Kaori. He seems to be getting in a lot of fights at school lately. He came home the other night with all these cuts and bruises. It kind of freaked me out," Saya confided.
"He's a guy, what do you expect?" Saya watched as Kai turned around, impatiently holding his black helmet over his shoulder.
Saya moved back to her lunchbox, putting it in her bag.
"Thanks for your help this morning."
"You know, I wonder why he doesn't play baseball anymore," Kaori wondered aloud, still thinking about Kai.
"He used to play?"
"He used to be the star pitcher of our school team."
"Really?" Saya looked at Kaori, who picked a stray grain of rice off her face and ate it.
"I had no idea," Saya whispered, looking back at Kai in amazement.
"So are you comin' or not?" Kai yelled, unable to contain his impatience any longer.
"Be right there!" Saya finished putting what she believed were the last of her belongings in her duffle bag, neglecting to realize she forgot her sneakers.
"Now get to bed early, and be sure to eat before the competition," Kaori advised.
"Kay. See you tomorrow!" Saya waved at her friend as she ran over to where Kai was waiting.
…
"Thanks for the ride!" Saya yelled over the loud engine of Kai's motorcycle.
"Sure, not a problem." He was a good driver. He kept his eyes focused on the road as locks of spiky red hair poked out of his helmet.
"I'll just take the bus home, okay?" she said, not wanting to inconvenience him any further.
"Cool," he responded. She watched in awe as they passed some skyscrapers. The whole world still felt new to her. She was like an infant, seeing the world for the first time.
"Kai, I hear you used to play baseball," Saya said, as they approached a red light.
"Yeah, I quit right before you came to live with us."
"Huh. You'd think that after living with you guys for a year, I'd know more about you."
"Hey, the past is the past. Like dad always says, Saya, we're a family now, even if we're not really related by blood."
"You're right."
"So, you wanna take the highway, or the scenic route?" He already knew the answer to this question.
"The ocean!" Saya grinned.
Moments later, they were driving down a nearly empty, winding stretch of road. The late afternoon sun made the crisp, blue water of the ocean glimmer like thousands of tiny diamonds. Saya smiled dreamily as Kai continued to keep his eyes on the road. The ocean was nothing remarkable to him; he'd seen it his whole life. For Saya, however, it was delightful, so he drove by it to make her happy. He may have had a reputation for being an athlete and a bad boy, but ultimately his family was the most important aspect of his life, and Saya was family, even though they knew very little about one another.
…
As they drove by, an ominous looking black van with deeply tinted windows passed them.
"Have you located the mice?" The men in the van heard a voice ask from back at the general's office.
"We've extended the search area, but there's still no sign yet, sir." The Frenchman, Van Argiano nonchalantly popped a sour ball in his mouth as he listened to the general.
"We're doing our best to find the mice. But there is a limit to the number of officers we can assign to this. I'm sure you understand all this, miser…"
"Argiano. Van Argiano." He smiled condescendingly at the general. "I'm sure you're not thrilled to be taking orders from me, but it's clearly your fault that the mice have escaped, and I'm quite confident your superiors would agree with me. If they're not found soon, heads will roll, starting with yours, commander." He stood up, pointing an accusing finger at the man.
"I'm aware of that," the general said casually. This clearly egotistical man did not affect him.
"Very well then." Van faced the map of Japan on the wall behind him.
"If I were type B, where would I hide?"
"Probably in Koza."
"Koza?" Van examined a still wrapped candy in his fingers thoughtfully. "Hmm. In Okinawa city, right?" He pointed his candy at the map. Okinawa City it was…
…
"Next up…serial killer strikes again in the Nago district. According to local police, the female victim was attacked and killed with a sharp blade. But because very little blood was found at the site where the body was discovered, police speculate that the victim was killed somewhere else. The investigation was continued-"
Saya watched a bird outside the window as she lay in the hospital bed. She reached out and tried to touch it, considering the radio broadcast that was playing.
"Miss Otonashi?" Dr. Julia pulled the curtain back.
"Yes?"
"How do you feel? Have you regained any memory?"
"No, not really."
"I see. Well just relax and lie still until the I.V's done, alright?"
"Sure." These blood transfusions had been a little stressful to Saya at first, but she'd learned to deal with them. Now, it was a minor discomfort to her at the most. Julia was quite nice, too. The blonde woman was very serious, but there was a warmth to her. Still, it bothered her how much everyone pushed her to try and remember things. Saya sighed, and looked at the little window where the bird had been.
What is there to remember anyway? She thought.
…
Something unusual happened to Saya as she was walking back from the clinic. She was feeling quite down. All this not being able to remember anything, and being pushed so much to remember, was getting to her. Across the street, she heard the faint sound of music. A large crowd was gathered. As she got closer, she could hear the music better. It was a cello. Curious, she tried hard to see who was playing. It was a man. He wore a long, dark coat. His wavy hair was tied back, and bits of it hung over his expressionless face.
She stopped and listened to him play. His hand was heavily bandaged, but it held the bow gently none the less, and his movements were precise and skilled. There was something about this strange man and his music…
She closed her eyes. Images began to appear in her mind. A tunnel, and a light at the end.
I wonder what it is. Try to remember…
She was wearing a long dress, running through a stone hallway. Light shone through the windows. She ran into a courtyard, and into a tower. She ran up the stairs in the tower. Ivy grew up its walls. She turned a corner. There were roses. Lots of bright red roses and natural sunlight streaming through the windows. At the end of that hallway was a door. The door! She has a key in her hand, and she is going to unlock the door! But what does this mean? She puts the key in the lock, and turns it…
Saya's eyes flew open, and she gasped. In her mind, she can see the lock popping open. Something was wrong; she was not supposed to open that door!
"Stop!" she yelled out loud, falling face first into some bushes. The crowd turned and looked at her, whispering amongst themselves. She made eye contact with that strange man, and stood up quickly, turning red from embarrassment. As quickly as she could, she made her way down the sidewalk. The man watched knowingly. She was starting to remember.
…
Back home, in a park across the street, Saya's father was trying to teach her little brother Riku how to catch.
"Remember," he said, raising his arm. "The wrist is just an extension of the shoulder. He threw the baseball. Riku caught it in his glove.
"Don't forget to-"
"Yeah, yeah. I got it," Riku interrupted. "Keep your eye on the ball." Saya watched the game quietly.
"Pretend like you're pushing the ball toward me." Riku looked at the ball for a moment, and threw weakly. George laughed as he caught it.
"But put your wrist into it." He threw it back to Riku.
"Hey guys!" Saya called, distracting Riku, who, though he held his gloved hand up, missed the ball entirely. It came soaring over the fence, and Saya instinctively caught it.
"You know you're not supposed to play ball in this park." Riku smiled at his older sister.
"Saya, how'd you catch that?" he asked, amazed.
"I don't know, just luck I guess."
"A star outfielder in the making." George held up his glove.
"Oh dad, I don't think so. Baseball's not really my thing." She hurdled the ball through the air with great force,
"Ooh," George caught it, barely. "Maybe a star pitcher."
…
"So Saya," George began. "How was practice today?"
"It was fine," she said, setting her bag on the counter in her dad's bar and pub. "But I still have a lot of work to do on my high jump."
"Well," George said, watching as Riku made himself a glass of water from the soda machine. "Looks like someone had a good day."
"Yeah, overall not too bad." She unzipped the bag and dug through it, but wasn't finding her sneakers.
"Anyone special we should know about?" her father teased. Saya giggled, pulling her lunch box out in hopes that her shoes had been hiding underneath it.
"Oh no, where are my track and field shoes?"
"Did you lose your shoes again?" Riku teased.
"In the locker room? No maybe I left them under that tree." She turned to her father.
"Dad, I have to go back," she turned, and ran for the door.
"What? You mean now?"
"I need them for the meet tomorrow morning!" She leaned over the counter, holding up three fingers.
"I'll be back in thirty minutes! Don't start dinner without me, okay?"
"Alright." She reached over, pulling little Riku into a playful hug. It was a little too tight, causing the brown haired boy to wince.
"You promise, Riku?"
"Okay, better get going Saya," George said with a smile.
"I could just squeeze him to death," Saya said, her unrelenting death grip still tightly across Riku's shoulders.
"Aww, I can't breathe, Saya," Riku protested. She let go and made for the door once more.
"Hurry, I'm starving," Riku said.
"Don't worry, I will," she declared, her hand already on the doorknob. She pushed the door open, running into David.
"Uh, oh. Hi, Mr. David." She stood back, inviting the tall, blonde man in. David met her gaze, his face serious. For a moment, the two stared at each other wordlessly. George broke the silence.
"Is there something you need from my daughter, huh Mr. David?"
"I need to speak to you." The suited man said.
"Riku…why don't you go upstairs and watch T.V. or something?"
"Sure."
"Dad, should I-"
"You run along and get your shoes, Saya," he said casually. "Get going, now."
"Okay. Back soon." He watched as she left. He hadn't seen David in quite a while. This couldn't be good. Saya stood outside the window for a moment, watching David approach her father, before she made her way back to the school. If she had been paying attention, she would have seen that strange cellist from earlier, standing in the park across the street.
…
"It's been almost a year since the organization left Saya with you. Noticed any changes?" David asked George Miyagusuku.
"Even if there were, I wouldn't let you guys take her back," George said defensively. "She's my daughter."
"Your real daughter's dead," David reminded him coldly, causing George to grimace. David laid a manilla envelope on the counter, on top of Saya's luch box.
"This should cover you for the month." He turned and left the bar, leaving George to contemplate what he had said. George frowned as he picked up saya's lunchbox, ignoring the envelope completely. What did David know about family anyway?
…
The sun was nearly set. If Saya wasn't so athletic, she would have been exhausted from running all the way to the school. All she could think of was finding her shoes and getting home as quickly as possible. Unfortunately, it wouldn't be that easy. The gates to the school were closed. She jumped, trying to see over them.
"Oh, I knew it!" She said out loud. "Locked!" No matter. She jumped over the fence effortlessly. Nearby, a moth was resting on a lamp, fluttering its wings. Saya caught sight of its overwhelmingly large shadow on the wall. It looked like a monster to her. She turned and looked at its physical form, trying to remind herself that it was only a moth.
She took off toward the tree she and Kaori had eaten under earlier that day. She stopped, startled to see the Cellist standing in front of her. He began to walk toward her, taking slow, casual steps. His face still held no expression.
"Finally," he said in a low voice. "We meet."
"Huh?" He held up a dagger, which glinted in the moonlight. Saya's mouth gaped open in fear as she instinctively recoiled.
Saya ran as fast as she could, remembering the radio broadcast she'd heard earlier that day about the serial killer in the Nago district. She ran smack into the English teacher, Mr. Inamine. She screamed, frightening the man. "Huh? What the-!"
…
"So do you see him, Mr. Inamine?" Saya asked in a panicked voice as the teacher shone his flashlight on the tree.
"I don't see anyone," he said, walking around the tree.
"He was holding a dagger." She clung to one of the building posts. "I bet he's that serial killer from the Nago district. " The teacher held the flashlight under his chin, mocking Saya.
"We should call the police!" she insisted. Suddenly, a large, brown hand reached down from the tree, grabbing the man by his head and pulling him into the darkness. She heard a sickening crunching sound.
"Mr. Inamine?" Her voice shook as she nervously looked up into the tree's dark branches. "Somebody? Help!" The man's now lifeless, bloody body dropped to the ground in front of her, the shock of which caused her to fall on her butt. She couldn't believe what she'd seen. Horrified she looked up and saw blood running down the tree. A monster with long, sharp nails and teeth and bright, yellow eyes came down, crawling toward her. It jumped to the ground and stood, revealing its full size. It was massive, at least nine feet tall. It had a deep, menacing growl. It was hungry- hungry for blood.
Gasping, Saya stood up and ran as fast as she could to the school. As she did, that thing, that monster, let out the most horrifying, evil roar she had ever heard.
…
That same sound was captured on the radar the military were using to track the so-called "mice."
"Charlie to Bravo, Charlie to Bravo, please come in. Confirmed sighting of Jerry Mouse D5 to C7" The men's eye's grew wide as they listened through their head sets.
"We've just confirmed the same," the man in the gray shirt said.
"Dispatch Tom Cat to C7 pronto."
…
The helicopter with a cartoon of a laughing cat on the side lifted off. Joining several others in the night sky. This situation had to be dealt with as quickly and quietly as possible.
…
Back at pub Omoro, the manilla envelope still lay unopened on the counter. George sat in the back, depressed and unsure what to make of the day, and worried that Saya still hadn't come home. What if something was wrong? The scratchy radio music played for itself.
The door opened, revealing a familiar face.
"Hi Mr. Miyagusuku!"
"Hello Kaori," he stood, greeting the young girl. "So, what can I do for you?"
She was holding a red, drawstring bag.
"Well sir, it's for Saya." She extended the bag to him.
"She left her shoes at school."
"Oh, and she just went back to get them."
….
In a dark warehouse filled with boxes, a persistent high-pitched beeping was heard- Kai's cellphone.
"What is it, dad?" Kai asked, irritated. "I'm kinda busy." He shoved his hand into the pocket of his baggy black pants. All around him lay the unconscious forms of several guys who's asses he had kicked. "Alright, but get Saya's cell phone, will ya?" He hung up. Great, this was annoying. "Man, this really sucks." He said to no one in particular.
…
Saya ran into the school.
"Help! Help!" she called. "Anyone, please!" the door closed behind her. She locked it, letting out a sigh of relief. The monster shoved its way in, shattering the glass and throwing Saya back several feet. Saya lay face down on the floor, a cut on her leg seeping blood. She pushed her self up off the ground, another cut across her cheek bleeding as she watched the monster push the now empty doorframe out of its way. It was coming to get her. She limped as fast as she could, trying in vain to open a locked classroom door. She limped further down the hallway, only to be met with the cellist once again. He threw his dagger, which Saya was sure was destined to meet her face. Instead, it made contact with the monster's face. With one swipe of its hand, it knocked Saya into a classroom window, hitting her head so hard she fell to the ground, nearly becoming unconscious.
…
Outside the school, Kai was jumping the gate. He was beginning to become concerned for her safety.
"Saya!" he called.
…
The monster pulled the dagger from its eye, launching at the cellist.
…
Outside, Kai discovered the English teacher's body splayed across the ground, drained of his blood. Okay, something really messed up was happening there.
"What the hell is going on?" He picked up the flashlight that was dropped on the ground, and made his way into the building.
…
Saya watched, dazed, as the monster tried to attack the cellist, breaking multiple windows in the process. All the while, it roared its hideous roar. Who was this man, and why was he protecting her? Was he really on her side? In one swift motion, he swept her up in his arms and ran up the stairs. He took her into one of the chemistry rooms. They were safe for now, but he knew they didn't have long. The monster would be coming for them soon- it could smell Saya's blood. He had to act fast if they were to defeat it.
"It really hurts. What was that thing?" Saya asked. They both kneeled on the floor behind a table.
"Chiropteran," he said matter of factly. He had just finished bandaging Saya's leg.
"Chiropteran?" Saya said slowly, trying the word. The Cellist opened a secret compartment in his case, revealing a sword.
"A beast that lives on blood," he explained.
"Like a vampire?" The cellist removed the bandage from his hand, revealing a hand that looked just like that monster- that chiropteran's claw. Frightened, Saya watched as the man used the sword to draw blood from his hand.
"What are you doing?" He moved toward her, offering her the blood. She backed away.
"No, please. Stay away," she begged, trying in vain to escape him. Now he had her cornered. Her back was against the wall. His bloody chiropteran hand dripped on her thigh, up her skirt, and onto her white blouse.
"What-what do you want?" He opened his palm, and she screamed "no" shoving his arm out of the way.
"Leave me alone!" she was crying now. Just then, the Chiropteran burst through the door, its injured eye healing right before her eyes. The man began to suck the blood from his hand into his mouth.
The Chiropteran leaped at Saya, but the man pulled her away just in time. They were on the ground now. This was his chance.
…
Kai followed the droops of blood down the hall, using the flashlight he'd found next to the teacher's body to guide his way. Something was very, very wrong here. He just hoped he could find Saya in time…
…
"Please, stop," Saya begged, trying to crawl away. The man grabbed her. She was powerless against him. She was so weak. He laid her on the ground, and turned her face gently toward him. Her eyes closed as his lips met hers, and her mouth filled with blood. She was startled, but at the same time, there was something strangely intimate and comforting about it. He embraced her. The slightest trickle of blood spilled out of her mouth.
Kai arrived at the door, and was stunned by what he saw. This man, this really creepy man was kissing his sister, and blood was spilling out.
"Saya!" he called, shining his light on the pair.
"Saya?" he said again, as the man pulled away. He was startled by the angry roar of a monster across the room.
"What the hell?"
The man gently wiped the blood from Saya's mouth.
"Saya, you must fight now," he said. With that, Saya's eyes, grew a bright, crimson red. Battle images appeared in her mind. Guns firing. Bombs. Running.
Her wounds healed.
A chiropteran. Fire. A little girl with wide, terrified eyes.
She gripped the cellist's hand, her eyes distant.
In her memory, she saw the same man, dressed in old fashioned clothing.
That courtyard again. The tower. The lock falling to the floor.
Tears stung in her eyes. "Please stop," she begged.
No! The door, it was opening. Why is the door opening?
Finally, a strange power consumed her. She would fight.