This story takes place after Episode 50 of the Anime and Saya has been sleeping… It is just a "one shot"…for now.
I do not have any ownership of Blood Plus, or the characters. I do however own my own words so may everything good in this world help you… if you use them without my permission. :p
Part one
It was Sayas ears that were first to spark to life, this was before her eyes. Before her body moves, it is her ears that pick up the sounds of things beyond this sleeping place… Fingers softly flex, toes adjust.
The shades of toffee and amber in her eyes swirl about, as they begin to focus. "Haji". His name thick on her tongue, her mind is moving rapidly like a garden: rich with too many live things. The movement of her body is weak, but the lid slides without too much difficulty.
The air is cool and she can smell many things kicked up the hillside breeze. Thick chunks of her hair blow about her face and the scent of stale air is recreated for her nose. Her clothes are in similar shape. Thinned and stale, scraps of cloth flap in the wind, mimicking the movement of the blowing plants.
She can remember.
It was a small fear that she would wake and not remember… it was another smaller one that she would…"Haji".
Where will her family be? Her family, friends, nieces and Kai. They would have continued forward. But she, like this monument has stayed still and quiet. Her nieces will be grown. What did they know of her and her sister?
She worries about this, but he would not have worried about such things.
Hajis mind does not work like theirs. A day or a decade made no difference to him. For him it was only a moment ago.
For a breath her mind is an echo of the past. The crumbling ceiling and walls of the Met. Haji's voice, his eyes… "Haji."
She sees the dusting of leaves on the ground, a lost checkered napkin. The remnants of an afternoon picnic perhaps.
She moves towards the upper-most steps and pausing her eyes catch a glimpse of color. The sound escaping her throat is clearly audible in the surrounding stillness. She moves forward and bending, her ivory fingers grasp at the end of a withered stem.
It has taken her a while to climb down the steps, but every step she takes makes the next easier.
When she reaches the bottom she waits awhile, she is almost sure that she will feel him behind her, long arms folding around her like a pair of praying hands.
There is only the cool wind, pushing against her neck. Her stomach makes the agonized sound of a dying animal.
She is lying comfortably on a bench. Stretching herself long, she is still and lost inside her head. She is waiting. In a pocket of her tattered dress, she has tucked the withered flower there. She lays her fingers over it, to feel the soft crinkle of the petals under the decayed cloth. Soon she will go and find her family. But not yet…
Her eyes are closed and she is concentrating on breathing evenly. If she doesn't wait, maybe it would mean she was wrong. Wrong about the flower…wrong about…
Something has alerted her senses, but it makes no sound. She is on her feet moving forward, bare feet over cool grass, body lithe and capable.
She can see him… He is close and she can see him standing, quietly several paces away. His eyes are staring full at her, absorbing her. A flash of light, his Chiropteran wings glint in the twilight.
She moves forward, she is breathing in deeply, and reaching towards him she slides her hands up to capture his face in her hands. His head comes to meet her, and he rests his forehead against her own. Her body is putting her reality into sharp contrast with her memories. And she is trying to absorb everything. After a moment she pulls away enough to see his eyes and his hers. It lasts the span of a moment…before she reaches towards him to place her mouth softly, neatly over his. He is still as stone and does not move, allowing her to push against him.
His hand is on the back of her neck then, and with one leg he lowers her to the ground and returns her kiss. His hands are grip her shoulders and face almost desperately. She can feel the warm, aching feeling of his weight pushing down on her, the smell of him… and the taste.
They would talk later, there were still things she needed to tell him, and then… tomorrow. Tomorrow they would go and find her family…