AN: Hi there, not only is this my first BLOOD+ fanfic, it's my first time writing a fanfiction after nearly 2 or 3 years. This one's pretty short and it's from Haji's point of view. It's my interpretation of what happens before Kai and the twins visit Saya's "grave".
Warning: Contains a bit of "unspecific" spoilers, but still, read at your own risk. )
Her Chevalier
Lately, when sustaining a wound, it takes her a longer time to recover. She gets tired easily now, too.
My chest tightens, much to my surprise. I slowly look down while my bandaged hand reaches up to lay flat over my chest. There's a quick beating, of a heart that no longer is one.
It's that time, once again.
I let my hand fall freely to my side and watch the setting sun from the rooftop. The thought of Saya sleeping somewhere in this rustic building gives me a moment's peace.
Saya...
For her, and everyone else's sake, everything must end this time around.
I smooth off some dust on my cello's case with my good hand.
Somewhere, down below, in a nearby street, the sound of a car's engine stopping, and eventually dying out briefly gets caught in my ears.
The thought somehow struck a bad note in me.
And when all is over, if that is what she truly wants, then—
A flock of birds pass by from a distance but I can still smell some of their meals today: some grains, worms, dirt.
—as her Chevalier, I will honour my promise and duty.
My promise to Saya.
Our promise.
The quick rasp of my hair against my shoulders fills the quiet air.
Hurry, I tell myself as I tie the blue ribbon around the stem of a single, pink rose.
Saya, the voice in my head starts—the same voice that refuses to leave my throat and my mouth even if I wanted to. That night, if I still refused, what would I be looking at right now?
The still and thick boulder does nothing but remain cold and neutral.
I always thought I'd be prepared for the day when I have to finally let you go, Saya.
My thoughts are interrupted as familiar scents from afar reach my nose. I briefly glance over my back. I can't see them yet.
But I need a bit more of time.
I told you before, I will always wait for you no matter how long it takes.
My head lowers and strands of hair lean forward. I take a few steps and place the rose on a smooth stone platform.
I'll let you go for now, this way.
I know you'll be back.
Retracing my steps backward, I stop to pick up my cello case with one hand, holding it securely.
I know.
And then let my black wings emerge with a quick hush.
You'll be back.
Dust soars up with me as I begin my ascent, flapping my wings steadily.
But Saya—
Her tomb becomes smaller and smaller as I go farther up into the afternoon sky, the dust starting to settle back on the ground.
If that is so, Why does it feel like I'm dying inside?
FIN
