Title: Inception
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Unbeta-ed, no spoilers unless you haven't watch Ep 50
Genre: General
Main Character(s): Haji, Nathan
Ship(s): None
Summary: In the aftermath of the event comes the new beginning.
Disclaimer: Blood+ is copyright to Production IG and Aniplex.
Author's Notes: I wrote this on 27/9, five days after the last episode of Blood+ aired and never got around to post this till now. It came from my crazy theory of Nathan 'rescuing' Haji before the bombing of MET at a forum. I decided to expand that theory, write it down and here it is. It's not yaoi but it's up to your discretion to take it how you like it. I'm undecided whether to leave it as it is or continue this, thus turning it into a chaptered fic. It'll depend on when and if I get any fresh ideas. I also need a good summary for this. XD
When he came around and opened his eyes, all he saw was white. For a moment, he wondered if he was in a hospital but his senses told him he wasn't. There wasn't any sterile and antiseptic smell. There was a throbbing ache throughout his body, a burning sensation when he shifted slightly. He pushed himself to sit up on the bed, wincing a little. The other hand reached up to pressed itself against his forehead. Hand? He lowered the hand, staring at it as if he had never seen it before. After all, it had been detached from elbow below the last time...
"You're lucky that Amshel didn't pulverize that arm," came the lazy drawl. Haji whipped his head around – and pain spiked in his skull, causing him to gritted his teeth – to see the familiar tow-headed Chevalier seated in the armchair, legs crossed and hand tucked under his chin. There was a faint smile playing about on his lips.
"You're not Diva's Chevalier," Haji stated, staring at him. If he was surprised, he didn't show it. Nathan Mahler smiled, showing white, perfect teeth.
"I never said I was," he said, sounding amused. "You all just presumed I was. I see no need to correct anyone of you in your assumptions."
"Saya–" he started.
"Is safe and back in Okinawa." Nathan stood up, flicking imaginary flint off his shirt. In a heartbeat, he was by the bed and almost nose to nose with him. Haji barely flinched or drew back at the sudden closeness. He merely met the dancing blue eyes levelly, although his claws twitched on the blanket, a sign of his distrust and wariness. Nathan took note of it and almost smiled.
"You, on the other hand, need rest up and gather your strength," he said, blithely. "Mou, I nearly singed my hair when pulling you out from the opera house. Those crazy humans literally bombed the place."
"You–" Haji found himself cut off once more when Nathan held up a hand. He closed his mouth so fast that he could hear his teeth clicked. He watched as Nathan turned to walk out of the room. Hand on the knob, he half-turned, facing him.
"You can't go anywhere," stated the older Chevalier. His voice was suddenly sombre. "Not after the such a massive blood loss and the injuries you sustained. It'll take a while for you to heal up properly. So, in the meantime," he said, the cheery tone returning, "you'd best stay here for a while."