A/N: It's the first Blood + fanfiction that I write, hope you like it!

Disclaimer: I do not own Blood + (but I want to ^^).


When Hope Dies

Diva didn't like love and she did so with good reason.

Because she knew that no matter how much love could be wonderful while it lasted, it would not last forever.

And when it ended, the suffering that followed was the most unbearable thing in the world.

She loved him. Why couldn't he love her too?

Why nobody loved her?

A broken heart destroyed more than any sword spiked directly into the heart.

You would die if someone spiked a sword into your heart. Well, she wouldn't, unless there were drops of her sister's blood on it, but a normal person would die. The person would suffer greatly during some seconds, than they would be deprived of any kind of feeling by death, which would come fast and take the pain with it.

Diva had not noticed how special he was to her, until he left. And worse... he left to protect and love the person she hated more than anything in the world. That person that she had loved so long ago as her family, who was now dedicated to kill her.

Saya didn't even love him. As if it wasn't enough for her to have everything that Diva ever wanted, including the man she loved, she had to reject him too.

But he didn't leave. He continued by Saya's side even with the rejection, and that alone worsened the pain of the heartbreak. Diva loved him and he had left her, but he stuck with Saya even knowing that she didn't like him. Why? Was Diva that bad?

What is it that everyone loves Saya? Why is she so special?

A broken heart doesn't stop hurting, and if does, it never heals completely, leaving a permanent scar that can reopen when you least expect it.

Who was the idiot who said "It is better to love and lose than never have loved"?

This person must have never truly loved someone, or would not have said such nonsense. Or maybe they were just trying to fool themselves in a desperate attempt to endure a broken heart.

Now, she realized that despite her efforts not to let love penetrate her heart once again, it was too late. Love had come and had already made its hole. Would this hole heal? This time, she didn't think so.

How could she distract herself to try to handle it? With revenge? Killing someone? Yeah, maybe she could just kill anyone for a little distraction, the first person she encountered on the street. It might be a good thing. It would distract her for a while, but not for long. Then, she could kill more people when her heart went back to aching, try and distract herself until the pain didn't return at all…no. There weren't enough people in the world for that, and it wasn't even guaranteed that the killings would be able to distract her. Sooner or later she would have to face the suffering, this pain that hurt far more than the others, probably because he had entered deeper into her heart than anyone ever did.

And there she was. Lying in that bedroom's bed as she stared at the ceiling, holding what was left of a new doll that Karl had just given her.

Solomon had never given her a doll. It was always another chevalier who gave her them; when he realized that she needed a new one, he simply asked for someone to buy a doll and that someone gave her. Now that she thought about it, maybe that was why she was so fond of destroying them.

Would she destroy a doll given to her by him? No. She would not destroy it. She would keep it as a treasure, but he had no way of knowing that.

Maybe he would have stayed if she had demonstrated how much she liked him. But, wasn't it obvious? Didn't he notice the difference between the way she treated him and the way she treated the other chevaliers?

Well, probably not. Nobody ever noticed, neither he nor the other chevaliers.

To tell the truth, not even Diva had noticed it at that time, but now she realized all the little things that were reserved just for him.

First of all, she respected him. She didn't respect any other chevalier. No one would ever see her throw a childish tantrum at him. She could have one around him, but never at him.

And one of the things she liked the most about him was how he was not afraid of her. Even Karl was afraid of her, but Solomon wasn't. He never was. She was his queen, he was her chevalier, she was more powerful than him and he should fear her but he didn't. She never really knew why, but she liked it. It meant he was valiant and strong.

But she wasn't so sure if she liked it now because that also why he was able to go away and betray her and his brothers.

Diva's heart ached. Why had he done this? She unfortunately knew the answer to that question, however much she wanted to deny it. How had he done this? She didn't know.

He was her chevalier; he should be unable to betray her. Everyone thought that the ties that bound chevaliers to their queens were too strong to be broken, that they would always protect them, putting their life in front of theirs without hesitation.

Now he wanted her dead.

Her heart ached again, worse than the last time. He must hate her with an absurd intensity to have managed to do so. Or maybe he just loved Saya with an absurd intensity. Or even both. She already found it unbearable to handle just one of these options alone…if both of them were right…she preferred not to know. She really didn't. Maybe her heart wouldn't be able to stand it and it would break down permanently, or maybe she would go crazy - and people already thought that she was crazy, if only they knew how much crazier she could get…

But she was not crazy, she was just a girl who had everything taken away from her and given to her sister. She was just someone who had suffered more than anyone deserved to in life and wanted revenge for that. Was it so difficult to understand? She had thought that maybe he could understand, but he couldn't.

She liked the way he always wore white; he never said it, but she knew that it was because he was wearing white when he first met her, and it made her happy, one way or the other, because it was as if she meant something to him, as if he liked to be her chevalier.

He only wore black now. Black, black, black, throwing right on her face how much he dislikes her every time she sees him. When she first met him after he left and she saw him with that black outfit ...that was the moment she felt that the change was indeed absolute. It seemed strange now, but she had hoped he'd still wear white.

She would never let the other chevaliers find out about her feelings for Solomon, or things could end really badly. They already wanted to kill him for his betrayal; if they found out about her feelings for him, they would be able to try to kill him even harder, out of jealousy. It was not a good thing to have favorites, but she couldn't really avoid doing that.

And the worst of all is that she does not want him to die. He treated her like trash, but she can't bear to see him dead.

Oh, why did he have to hate her? Why couldn't they be happy together? Why did he have to want to be happy by her sister's side?

Then, one thing she had not thought about until now suddenly occurred to her, and with it came not an ache, but something much worse. It seemed that someone was mercilessly squeezing her heart against her chest over and over again.

Even if Saya did not like Solomon, it was possible that Saya wanted to have children, so ...she could use him, even if she threw him out again after that; she could be a mother. Would Saya's chevalier let her have children with Solomon? Wouldn't he be too jealous? He might allow it, after all, he wanted her to be happy, and she would be very happy if she had children, wouldn't she?

No, please, anything but this. She had wanted to have children so much. She knew that it was impossible, but she had always wanted to have children with Solomon. She loved her unborn children very much even though they weren't his, but...if they were...she wouldn't be able to describe the happiness and love she would feel.

Sadly, as she had already said it, this was impossible for her.

But it was possible for Saya.

Her sister could have children with the man she loved, and he'd be more than happy to father them. Everything she wanted, everything she wanted...

Would he be so happy if he could have children with her? Would he be so happy if she, Diva, were the mother of his children? No, of course not.

She got up from the bed with a jolt, as if the sudden movement could scare away the pain. It did not.

Would it always be like that? She, herself and her? Would she ever be loved by anyone? Will her children love her, at least?

Being loved by anyone sounded impossible even to her, she had lost her hopes on that.

Hope is the last one to die, they say.

Well, after a very long time, her hopes had finally died, even though she tried not to let them.

And even Diva knew that, when hope dies, it means only one thing:

It's over.


A/N: That was it. Thanks for reading! Reviews?