Warning in advance, very suggestive sexual nature! Some angst and something a bit different. Enjoy.

Drabble # 4: Promise to Wake Me

"Please, Haji, I don't want to-"

"Saya, calm down."

"I can't. I don't want to sleep. What if-"

"Saya-"

"What if I don't wake up? I'm tired of thi- this hibernation-"

"It'll be okay-"

"It won't! Thirty years is too long and I can't- I can't-"

Haji forcefully pinched her lips between his teeth, luring her into a desperate kiss. Her cheeks, sticky and still warm with her tears continued to tickle down his face. As she blinked, he felt the water flick along his nose, but he didn't release her, even as he tasted the salt in his mouth before it dripped off his chin. She was crying so much. He couldn't put an end to it.

He couldn't stand to see her suffer so.

Saya's cries rung between their compressing lips, but he muffled them with his weight on her frail, petite body straddled between his legs. Yanking roughly at the collar of her dark shirt, Saya heard a rip before she felt his hands slide to her back. Her body shaking violently with her pain, her back arching with blistering pleasure, Haji continued, without thought, deafening his ears and hardening his heart to the agony his Queen was enduring.

There was nothing he could do – except for this.

In the small square room they were confined in, huddled in the middle of a country with a name she could not recall, Saya reached up into the darkness, thick like ink and hot like a sauna. She stretched to catch a breath, but as her chest skipped with every sob, she found that she couldn't. Her only sense of real oxygen was when Haji breathed into her.

Haji didn't wait. Tossing aside duvet covers, his belt buckle jingled before Saya felt hard heat run up her thighs. Penetrating her authoritatively, her cries hitched into a scream that he caught in his mouth. Thumbs sweeping across ribs, lips huffing into ears and hair latching onto red shot eyes, Saya's wails cracked and went silent, no longer having the strength to yell. The world had gone mute, the darkness of the room matching the sky outside. Only the sounds of rustling, whining bed springs in unison with the tree branches tapping against the windowpane confirmed to Saya that she was still awake.

Heat swarming inside her and the texture of Haji's tongue along the ridges of her mouth, confirmed she was indeed alive – in this moment.

Feeling halfway between the brink of death and a new life, Saya convulsed against her knight as she felt her insides rumble, then explode like a series of fireworks. Kicking her heels, she knew her nails had drawn blood when she latched onto his back, but Haji expressed little care for it. Groaning as she set him off, their raging hunger simmered together, Haji's tight grip on her thigh loosening, leaving red blotches to stain her perfect skin.

Her vision blurred and in fear that she was being dragged away into slumber, Saya cried out, "Haji!"

"I'm here, Saya."

"I can't- I can't see you."

Lightly nipping her quivering lips with a kiss, Haji fanned away her fresh tears with his knuckles, forcing a smile to hopefully encourage one from her.

"It's only your tears."

"Are you sure?" she squeaked, her chapped lips slipping an unconfident smile.

"Yes. I'm sure," Haji whispered over her eyelids, gently stroking her short black hair in his fingers as he settled over her. His nose bumping against hers, her expression lightened, through swollen eyes and her sunburned nose, she finally grinned.

"I'm tired of waking up and losing the people I love. It hurts."

Haji nodded with understanding, not knowing what words of comfort could possibly ease her suffering. He couldn't fix it for her. He didn't have that kind of power. It stabbed at his heart, to watch her break as her hibernation approached, watching as she turned from a bright, dancing bulb of light, that flickered until it snapped off without so much of a choice. He, too, was growing tired of watching her wither away as the decades passed.

"Haji?"

"Will you promise me something?"

"Of course, my love," Haji abided, praying to the heavens that she wouldn't wish for death like she once had. Sometimes he felt selfish, confessing to her like he did and giving her reason to live. Perhaps, he only lengthened her sorrow and he had regretted it every time he saw her like this. Guilt would consume him as he helplessly watched her fight nature, clinging onto life she so dearly wanted to enjoy without interruption while he lived it ongoing, and lonely, more than half of the time.

Feeling his own emotions swell, something rare for him, Haji contained himself as he awaited what she would ask. Clearing the waves of hair from his eyes with her trembling icy fingers, Saya fixed an intense gaze on him.

"Promise me that when I wake up, even if I don't remember-"

"You've only forgotten that one time because you were forced awake-"

"It doesn't matter. If, for some strange, out of this world reason, I wake up and can't remember – remind me. Make love to me right in the tomb."

His eyes widening with surprise, Haji cleared his throat and submitted, "If that is what you wish- gladly, I will be sure to wake you…"

They say that you reach the point of consciousness when you begin to sense the surrealism in your dreams. As the fragments of Saya's memories pieced together in the dusted realms of her mind, she wondered if she was really awake, and how long had past.

She couldn't tell. Her body did not react to her commands. Feeling paralyzed, drugged and helpless, Saya called out in her mind. Called for rescue. Called for deliverance.

The air was dry. It scratched at her face, and she couldn't find the strength to figure out if she was really alive. Her arms too weak to twitch, Saya allowed herself to drown back into the vortex of her thoughts and her exhaustion.

It wasn't until she felt a new warmth envelope her, that she felt moisture at the corners of her eyes. She couldn't think straight. She didn't know what it was. It was strong, secure and it burned against her lifeless body.

As her vision began to clear, her eyes squinted beneath an image. The taste of iron being poured into her mouth ignited something within her, and she drunk avariciously. Finding the resolve to reach up, she was engulfed by this powerful presence, gently rocking her into reality.

When Saya finally blinked, and the man before her was clear, a clean smile swiped across her features. Haji, loyally clutching her body in his bare arms, looked down at her, returning the gesture.

"Haji," Saya said with a genuine grin, happiness now bursting within her as she recalled her lifetimes, the good and the bad. Wrapping her excessively long hair along his arm, he draped the blanket over their forms.

"Good morning, my Queen, and welcome."

Faintly arching a brow, the girl questioned, "Welcome?"

It took thirty years – no – a series of hibernations, and her most recent hibernation drove Haji to madness. With fiery determination, he set out for purpose as his Queen slept, and during the time he was left alone, he vowed they wouldn't go unaccounted for. With vigorous study and much needed participation, the man had reached salvation, and he discovered the beauty in slumber. Knowing that Saya needed just the opposite, a balance was sought, and whether it was due to luck or the Gods, he was rewarded. Of course, none of this would have been possible if it weren't for a little company that whittled throughout the decades from an underground world corporation to an everyday pharmaceutical supplier.

"Welcome to life, my dearest."

The monster slaying woman stood baffled until Haji raised two colored vials to their faces, the familiar Red Shield logo embedded on the label below tiny words. Their names were legible on each tube. When the meaning behind the glass containers becoming clear to her, Saya couldn't help but cry, this time from pure, unadulterated happiness.

Haji smiled too, in a way she'd never seen before, with tears bubbling along his eyelids.

"Apparently, science takes decades to make breakthroughs…"

I was never satisfied with Saya's stupid hibernations and Haji having to deal with it without even being able to sleep himself. I don't even know if this makes sense 'cause I'm half asleep Lol. Hope it turned out okay. I don't know if Haji crying at the end was weird. I would cry, too.

I feel like I could've closed the ending better.