I watch over her as I have done for many years. The queen curls up next to me, falling asleep in almost an instant. I smile and begin to hum the song she taught me. I hear footsteps run up to our room, and the door creaks open
The door creaks open, revealing Kai, whose placid face becomes solidified in anger as soon as his eyes land on us in the bed. I asked him,
"Is there a problem Kai?"
"HELL YES THERE'S A PROBLEM! What in all hell are you doing in bed with my sister?" Kai yelled so loud it made me wince.
"We both have clothes on, if that's what you mean. Please be quiet, can you not see that Saya is sleeping?" Kai was about to say something back when Lewis came in.
"Calm down Kai. I can hear ya from outside. Come now, Joel wants ta speak ta ya." Kai gave me a glare over his shoulder that screamed, 'This isn't over.' Lewis looked back at me and said, "Sorry for disturbin' ya, goodnight." I nodded in response, watching as the door shut.
KAI POV
Lewis ushered me into the dining room where Joel was sitting at the head of the table. I pull a chair up at the far end, Lewis seating himself to the left of Joel.
"Look, if this is about the yelling; I apologize. It's just that I don't trust Hagi alone with Saya." Joel and Lewis exchange looks of concern.
"Kai," Joel began, "You have read the electronic version of the Diary, but there is one other Diary, the actual paper diary that belonged to my forefathers, that also exists." I can feel my eyes go wide, "I am going to tell you some things about Hagi that are only in that Diary." I sit still, listening to the man, "You know that Hagi has been has been with Saya ever since 1871 right?" I nod, my eyes still wide, "You also know that Hagi has been her chevalier since 1883, correct" Once more I nod, "Those two have been almost inseparable since the incident at the Zoo. They have traveled the world together, even when Red Shield did not exist. In times of peace or trouble, those two were together, why do you not trust him?" Joel looked at me, folding his hands.
"I don't really know, maybe it's because I can't tell what he is thinking. He's unpredictable!" Lewis spoke up in his usual bumbling, joking manner,
"Do ya know what dey was doin in de bed anyway?" A smile spread across his face as he said that. The man at the head of the table gave a weak cough, and my attention came back to him, ignoring the comment Louis made,
"Kai the reason I called you in here was to discuss why Hagi even came into Saya's life in the first place." I stayed focused on the brown-haired man, "Hagi was bought for Saya for a loaf of bread in 1871 when he was only twelve." My eyes must have been the size of plates. Bought? For a loaf of bread? Not even Hagi should have gone through that; no one should have to. My thoughts are interrupted by Joel's voice, "He was originally bought to be Saya's companion, but as time passed and Joel grew ill, he told Hagi he was to be Saya's groom." I was still absorbing the information, but that last sentence confused me,
"Her groom? As in marriage!" That ain't happening; I don't care if that's what Joel wanted, despite the fact that I was still confused as to what "groom" actually meant.
"Yes Kai her groom, but there was no time for a ceremony so-" Lewis cut in, a look of humor on his face, saying,
"Don' cha get it Kai? Dey were meant to be mates! Joel wanted Saya ta get pregnant!" He could barely say those words for he was laughing so hard, and I was about ready to flip the table. Joel turned a slight shade of pink. I thunked my head on the hard oak table.
"Ahem." Joel began, grabbing my attention so that I had to lift my head off the table, "There is one other thing you should know about Hagi." I rest my chin on my hand, my elbow on the table, "You have read the Diary and have been in Red Shield long enough to know that chiropterans feed on blood. You know that Saya is no different." I nod my head, "She however needs the blood of her chevalier to live." My mouth hangs open a little bit,
"So, without Hagi," I begin, my voice soft, "Saya will die?" Joel nods and continues,
"Yes, but only if she refuses blood transfusions." I think about life without Saya. Losing Dad and Riku was hard enough, but losing Saya too? I can't even begin to imagine. Joel's slight cough cuts through my thoughts once more, "I can assure you though, Hagi has not always acted like this. You have read the Diary, so you know of the Vietnam incident." I shudder as I remember the description in the Diary of Saya killing all those people. Joel continues, "During that incident, Hagi tried to snap Saya out of her trance, in the process losing his right forearm. We could not reattach it, so he used his chiropteran powers to grow a new one, which is why he looks like he does now." I bow my head at such a thought. Saya hurting one of her own? Let alone her most trusted companion? Again Joel speaks, "the incident affected Hagi on a deep level, to the point that none of the people at Red Shield could convince him to come back. He acts like he does today because of Vietnam. Do you understand a little bit more Kai?" I sigh, and Lewis senses the tension in the air,
"Ey it's been a big night, how bout we all go ta bed?" Joel agrees and we say our goodnights. As I close the door to my room. I see Hagi looking out the hallway window. He doesn't turn to acknowledge me. I wonder what he is thinking.
SAYA POV
I awake to the sunlight filtering through the blinds, a soft chello playing a familiar melody in the background. The noise stops as his voice calls out to me,
"Good morning Saya." I use my hand to shield the too-bright rays of morning sun from my face, but a large shadow blocks it; I open my eyes to see Hagi standing beside me. I give a small smile and say,
"Morning, Hagi." I go to get out of bed, and memories of last night rush through my head. I freeze, and look to my chevalier, "I-I drank your blood last night didn't I?" He nods. "You told me you loved me and-and we…" I couldn't bring myself to say the word, but Hagi said it for me,
"Kissed." I put a finger to my now buzzing lips. Hagi came over and places his human hand on my cheek, and for whatever reason the urge to kiss him is overwhelming, but before I can my stomach growls and I excuse myself for breakfast. I go downstairs, finding the kitchen to be scented with the smell of Lewis's cooking.