I do not own Blood+ or any of it's wonderful characters. I only take credit for my own OC and spin. Credit goes to: Director Junichi Fujisaku, Produced by: Hirofumi Moritomi Hiroo Maruyama, Tomonori Ochikoshi, Katsuji Morishita. Written by: Asuka Katsura

The Meeting

The sound of a melody so soft and calming it puts even birds to shame. Several silhouettes stood amongst the white ball setting—no features shown no matter how hard you looked. A man—no older than I—reached out his hand towards me with a gentle sort of grace I'm not accustomed to. The song in the air filled my soul, and every breath I took whisked me away into the man's arms. Our beating hearts thrummed together as the man held me close to his chest and carried me into the sky as if grew wings to fly. This fantasy of a memory haunted her for many years without giving way to making out features of the man she craved. But each time she slept, however briefly, this very dream always returned as if trying to tell her something. In turn she kept pursuing the dream seeking answers.

A loud whistle woke her out of her reverie. Eyes fluttered open slowly to the rising sun peeking over the mountains in the distance and her mind came back to its present day. No snow. No song. Indefinitely no one taking hold of her hand to dance with her.

"I wonder what day it is?" Having been asleep for a couple of hours—perhaps days—she looked around to find Haji's belongings still lying around still the same as when she fell asleep. "No more than a day then." Walking around to stretch her legs and feeling the pang of hunger start to bother her, she searched the basket Haji left for her that should have some food for her still.
Nothing.

"Well that's rather disappointing."

"Perhaps if I made it in time before waking you wouldn't have been feeling that."
Turning to find Haji at the entrance holding a basket of food, he approached with his usual stoic expression and handed it to her. "I have found Saya."

"Have you?" Taking an apple and looking up at him, he seemed perplexed about his findings. "Are you not happy finding her after all this time?"
He looked away and out towards the scenery and slowly let out a sigh. "She didn't recognize me. Rather, she knew nothing of me…"

"Oh…" taking another bite and thinking to herself of the tales he told her of, it must have been such a shock to him. "Maybe because she woke up early her memories haven't recollected yet."

"I hope that is true. Her purpose in life is far too important for her to easily forget."
A moment of silence passed between them as she quietly ate the food. The rising sun giving color to the dark abandoned building, dust could be seen floating around the air. Quietly Haji stood and grabbed his cello case, opening it gently and unlocking a secret compartment wielding Saya's katana. Holding it carefully and examining the blade before polishing it, he glanced at me staring and softly smiled.

"Would you like to learn to wield it?"
I shook my head and couldn't help but feel like that was a mocking comment. "The sword just isn't my style. The daggers you crafted for me are more than enough."
He quietly acknowledged it and began his work maintaining the blade's polish and structure. It was an odd katana, always thought it was, but it gave pleasure to Haji each time he held it and bringing a soft expression to his cold stature. I glanced to the musical instrument he always carries around and felt my hands itch to play it. Not having touched it in several months since pursuing Saya, it's become quite a longing. Though I was allowed to play whenever wished, somehow playing it seemed more sad than uplifting. "Haji…what was she like when you saw her?"
He stopped cleaning the blade and looked up. Blinking for several seconds and giving thought to his words, he seemed endeared to tell his encounter that it made my heart feel a twinge I couldn't recognize. All these years of traveling the world and still could never read his thoughts or emotions unless he speaks of her.

"She was like a normal schoolgirl. Innocent and oblivious to the danger this world has. Listening to my cello playing and falling into the flower bed just across the street she made such a fool of herself." His eyes spoke of different words. He was filled with such delight without showing such emotions on the outside. Traveling with such a man has taught me to read people carefully rather than believe in just their words, but still he makes it difficult even for me to read him. "If I could let Saya have this life till she sleeps again I would. But she has a duty she must fulfill that she cannot forget or go back on." The sadness that came into his tone and the hurt he showed told me enough. I placed a gentle hand on his shoulder and let that be the end of the conversation. Knowing full well everything he's done is for this purpose of hers without telling me of it, I knew that the hardest part has yet to come.

"I hope she will come to like me when we meet."

"She is a kind soul, Konella. Once we approach her and have her drink my blood I will explain to her—"

"How about we don't say anything about me till after she knows me herself?" Not meaning to cut him off, he seemed perplexed. "Think about it, Haji. Coming out to her about what she needs to do is already enough of a strain. Telling her about a half chevalier with no background might be a bit of an earful."

"But without her blood we won't know if that will make you whole."

"In theory only," I say with the best smile I could make. "You found me in the middle of nowhere in Russia during your travels and assumed of me being a chevalier. Understandable after attacking you for your blood," sheepishly laughing to the memory. He looked despondent. "Haji…I'm scared to know the truth of my past. Scared that what you say might be true, and also terrified that by drinking her blood might actually kill me. Let's just wait and let it all unfold naturally, ok?"
He gave no response for a long while. But before long he did come around and agreed to my whimsical plea.

"Thank you Haji."

Spending the afternoon cleaning our weapons and preparing to meet Saya, night had come faster than we thought and then it happened. The cry of a chiropteran. Not a word was spoken as we grabbed our things and took off towards the enemy. Neither of us knew what to expect when we reached the creature, but we both knew that a chiropteran being nearby Saya is bound to stir trouble.