Hello.

Warning, there might be some angst ahead.

-Chapter 1 Awakening.-

"A wise man lives on today, but looks forward for tomorrow."

George.

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It was a misty morning when he came. Not a bird was singing, the ground was cold, the air was misty, and the sun had barely risen. The stairs leading to his destination seemed to go on forever, never ending.

But to the man, this didn't matter. The only thing that mattered was to be with her when she wakes up. He wanted to see those eyes; those red/brownish eyes sparkle with happiness once more. He kept on climbing the stairs, step after step, and soon, the stairs had ended.

The sun was now slowly showing in the horizon. The first batch of light fell on the small dome looking tomb. Saya was inside, slowly coming to consciousness. How did he new was something else entirely.

The man walked to the tomb, his step resonating in his ears, and the light falling on him, warming his face. His hair was moved by the morning wind, it moved to the west, falling on his face. His clothes also played with the breeze. The pink rose in his hand swayed back and forth with his steps, while the draft was carrying the ribbon away.

And soon, he was there, in front of her cocoon.

His head fell slowly on the cocoon, and he listen to the heartbeat resonating inside. Soon, she was going to wake up.

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Saya knew the exact moment she woke up. Like pieces of a puzzle coming together, and when all the pieces came together, it was time to open her eyes.

But she did not open them yet. She wanted to enjoy the music, so familiar, so nostalgic, so soothing. She wondered who was touching it. If memory served her right, the only person beside herself that could touch so well was…

"Hagi!" came her hoarse screech. She quickly had gotten up and tried to run to the source of the music, but her knees gave out and she found herself falling.

But the impact never came. Just like always, there he was. Hagi, with an unreadable expression, staring at her with piercing eyes. Eyes she had dreamt about a million times over. Even his last words were resonating in her head. The last time she had seen him, was at the opera house, before he lost his left hand and had imprison Amshel to the wall, with her blood-coated sword. After that, the place had been bombed.

Her left hand came slowly to his face, and rested on his cheek. She needed prove he was real. And the warmness in her palm confirmed it. Hagi was indeed alive.

Her face broke into a smile, her eyes watered, and she shoved herself into his arms, hugging him, she made them fall backwards, with her on top of him, while her hair created a halo over them.

She was soaking up his clothes, but at the moment, he didn't care. He just let her cry. His bandaged left hand holding her tightly against him, while his healed right hand running through her black hair.

Finally, her tears came to an end, and she just laid there, breathing on his scent. Her eyes were still tired, but she feared that if she went to sleep, she would wake up and realize it was only but a dream.

A draft came, and felt very coldly against her skin, and she shivered. This couldn't be a dream then, but she still held on.

"Saya…" came his deep rich voice to her ears. And she instantly felt him move under her, and in an instant, she was on his lap, while he offered his cape to her. She didn't take it, for she had no energy anymore and fell asleep against him.

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Saya woke again, this time less tired. She was so warm it felt like heaven. She opened her eyes slowly, and the first thing she saw was an exposed collarbone, and in the edges, there was a white shirt. She traced a path with here eyes, from the collarbone to his face, stopping at his mouth, and moving up to his eyes.

She saw him taking a dagger out from the corner of her eyes, and with the dagger he made a cut in his bandaged left arm, showing her a his chiropteran hand. Because Amshel had taken out his left arm during the last fight, his hand was still healing. His right hand, however, looked like it did before Vietnam. He offered her his bloody hand, urging her to take the blood.

She, however, could not bring herself to do so. Her back was in pain from this position, and, she felt tired to move and take it herself. Her muscles were sore, and she feared that if she moved, her bones might crack under pressure.

Hagi, seeing the conflict in her eyes, brought his healing hand to his mouth, and sucked on the blood, before the cut could heal itself. He then cupped her face, and without hesitation, he put his mouth to hers, and let the blood fall from his mouth to her mouth.

As soon as the blood made contact with her tongue, she accepted his blood wantonly. She felt her body more energized, and the soreness she was feeling before left without trace. She moved in her lap, until she was sitting on top and facing him, with their lips still lip-locked. She wanted more, so she explored his mouth with her tongue, feeling everywhere, wanting more. But even after the blood was gone, she still was kissing him passionately, not getting enough, needing more, needing to clench this thing on her chest, and this seemed to be the only way it would.

It was Hagi who disconnected his lips from her, and she realized she needed air. She was panting, but otherwise fine.

Hagi then offered his neck to her, in which she sunk her fangs to, needing a bit more. She took little, however, and rested her head against his shoulder. She didn't want any of this to end. It felt so peaceful resting here, in Hagi's arms.

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It wasn't until sometime later, when she needed to stretch her legs. How she was going to stand, she wasn't so sure, but looking up at her Chevalier, she silently pleaded for his help. He nodded, and soon, she found herself being carried like a princess. Hagi looked at her, and slowly set her down to a standing position.

She slowly took a step back, and tried to remain standing, but her knees gave out in the last minute, and she fell forward, on Hagi's chest. His steady heartbeat resonated with hers. She slowly gathered the last of her will power, and separated herself from Hagi's arms. She took a few steps toward the entrance of the tomb, ready to face the world once more.

I'll try to make them longer each chapter, so please, stay tuned.

Hagi's left arm, to me, was totally destroyed during the last battle, and didn't see it in action after, so I'm assuming he lost it. If not, tell me and I shall fix it. But in case it did, however, since during the Vietnam war she had slain Hagi from his right arm, and thus the bandages used in the Anime. I'm using the same concept, only in reverse, thinking that Hagi's right hand healed, while the other is healing.

Criticism is welcomed.