Vulnerable
By: bluekinu
Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to Blood + nor the song "Vulnerable" by the artist Roxette.
Author's Note:
Chapter 1 is set after the scene in episode 43, atop Solomon's penthouse apartment. Thoughts were taken from episodes 10 to 43.
Chapter 2 is set after the end of episode 47.
I originally wanted to make an AMV for this, but doing AMVs takes a huge part of my time, so putting it into writing is the next best thing. I hope you guys will be able to visualize my thoughts on this fic as much as I did!!
Thanks a million for reading!
"Saya…"
The wind carried Solomon's aching voice into the moonlit night sky of New York. Atop from his penthouse apartment's balcony, he gazed hurting at the fullmoon, the gentle wind brushing across his painfully angelic face.
His pain-stricken blue eyes illuminated with a sad glow amidst the cheerful lights that flickered from the buildings around him, and even if the soft wind blew gently at him, he felt as if it bashed through him with such coldness.
"You've just rejected me didn't you? … We could have ended this madness… Why?"
Solomon turned his face down and stared at the gray cement that lined his balcony floor, contemplating on the event that just happened minutes ago. His mind was racing at the same rapid pace as his heart, depression was overwhelming him, but he knew that his love for her was far greater than to just give in to such questioning thoughts of abandonment. Another gush of wind blew his way, sweeping the fine strands of his light blonde hair across his half tilted face.
The bright full moon had never looked this lonesome as it did tonight…
Almost an hour has passed and Solomon was still sitting motionless, reclined on the huge white couch, slipping in and out of consciousness. The top two buttons of his inner shirt and his cuffs had already been unbuttoned. Music was playing on the stereo, filling the entire living room with subtle tunes from songs of not so long ago.
Solomon's blue eyes shot open as soon as the sounds of violin filled the room. His left hand that lay resting stationary over his forehead fell beside him, and with his legs spread across him on the floor; he looked as if he was in utter surrender. He knew that that song would hit him pretty damn hard.
He felt his body starting to weight down on him, but he never really did willed himself to do anything else either, and as soon as the lyrics came out, he gazed out blankly through the glass door of the balcony.
Everywhere I look I see her smile
Her absent-minded eyes
And she has kept me wondering for so long
How this thing could go wrong.
An unconscious smile broke down his lips as he remembered the first time he saw Saya, fidgeting at the sidelines as if she was hiding from something during the annual school ball back in Vietnam.
Saya looked very candid if not rather uptight, but gentle was her eyes…
It seems to me that we are both the same
Playing the same game
But as darkness falls, this true love falls apart
Into a riddle of the heart.
Solomon's fingers twitched unconsciously and it didn't break his thoughts of the time he first tried to convince Saya to join them and stop fighting each other; back to the day when he secretly went to the "Zoo" to see her again.
Saya was defiant, and yet confused...
She's so vulnerable
Like china in my hands
She's so vulnerable
And I don't understand
I could never hurt the one I love
She's all I've got
But she's so vulnerable
Oh so vulnerable
Memories surged into Solomon's head like some movie scenes that flashed into the white screen.
The time he told David of the planned attack of Diva's Chevaliers and to take Saya somewhere safe.
When Saya was lost in her self, fighting off with Carl and James, and each time he intervened for her.
And when he finally admitted to Diva and to his brothers of his true feelings for Saya – their sworn enemy.
In all accounts, Solomon was in pain, but his determination was far stronger…
Days like these no one should be alone
No heart should hide away
Her touch is gently conquering my mind
There's nothing words can say
Again recollections from the night of the ball came rushing in. Having Saya in his arms as they waltzed across the room, and seeing her blush shyly complimented the pale pink dress she wore that night.
Saya looked awkward but nonetheless charming…and Solomon; in that brief moment felt such peace he had never felt before…
She's colored all the secrets of my soul
I've whispered all my dreams
But as just nighttime falls this vision falls apart
Into a riddle of the heart.
Solomon blinked back into consciousness and out of his daze, but the images still came. Remembering how Saya looked while she lay asleep in the other room just earlier that night.
Saya looked tired and all Solomon wanted was to make things easier for her…for them…
Exhausted from the emotional turmoil that waged inside him, Solomon finally fell asleep as the last chords of the violin echoed through the room, fading slowly and softly into the background.
Note: Please turn to the next chapter for the continuation.