Third Submission-"HEY THERE READERS!"
It's honestly a surprise and an honor to have collected so many watchers with only the first two submissions of the story. It makes my heart flutter. ^^ With a great start to viewers I will give the heads up on how this'll work. Every third submission will have a small beginning of "Me" talking with "You." Just to recap and explain things not as in depth as you may like including new characters or puzzling situations/events. It'll also let you know if there might be a sudden stand still in chapter production due to school. Bleck!

Well I don't want to keep babbling on my thank you's which come as "tanku's!" Enjoy my lovelies!

The smell of another being was flowing through the cracks of the door she had yet to open. Standing before it with her head bowed she thought frantically. Those images in her mind while her eye had been sealed shut always occupied her mind. They were like messages that she could see through another's eyes. Now that her eyes were open she wanted to see these things herself. To get these images...she needed that sound...the sound that spoke to her of these images, the sound that kept her at peace and at the same time in deep thought.

In this slumber she had gained almost as much as she had lost but this confused her and left her raging and screaming. Desperate to force what she realized was the exit open, the naive girl dragged her fingers over the stone surface resulting in a shudder as her claws bent back roughly dripping a hot red substance onto the ground.

A ragged noise escaped from her throat again but it was of pain. Slowly she slumped onto her knees and whimpered. Her glassy red eyes fixated at the light teasing her through the cracks at the bottom of the door. It was beautiful and free…something she desired and found comfort in.

As if out of spite, the light dissolved into darkness. Her glowing red eyes shook as her heart sunk and her raging fear brought her into a violent breathing. If only she were quiet she'd know someone were there staring wordlessly on the other side.

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The hoarse breathing and smell of blood made his hair stand on end. Hagi was positive Saya was awake but trembled wondering why she'd be awake this early and if…if she'd hurt people again.

His solid eyes looked down at the tightly wrapped hands before him. Neither was as long and beautiful as before. Neither could ever caress her face as warmly and as normal as he once had. Hagi would, nonetheless, hold her again for better or worse just to let her know he was all right. Their parting words were that of comfort followed by her mournful shriek of terror upon his death.

His eyes narrowed as he questioned what the right thing to do was. His instincts were of course to get to his queen but from memory his actions were put into question. Would he be slain and unable to stop her from hurting Hibiki, Rima, Lulu and Kai? Would she remember his face, scent or relation to herself? More importantly, what had brought her out of her slumber…was it bad or…something else?

The sun was gone behind the waves of the ocean and the sky was melting into darkness. Gently he leaned his cello against the side of the tomb and knelt before the door. In a small whisper he called to her…

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Her eyes were fully dilated by the streaming in of moonlight from the cracks. Her sound died down when she heard the shifting of something large and she too sunk to the ground. The girl lay in a heap trying to see under the door when suddenly she picked up a scent

Hastily, the dazed girl got to her knees and pressed her hands that were already healed against the stone door. A warmth could be detected from the figure on the other side. Curiously she pressed her ear to the door as if embracing the idea of something or someone there with her. Her eyes darted about desperately before it happened.

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"Saya."

Hagi wasn't sure what in his right mind would make him risk talking to her. He was desperate for contact with her but to act on impulse like this was too rash and dangerous. A small sound came from the other end and his peaceful gaze broke into beady spheres of panic. She had to have heard him. There was no mistaking that soft moan.

He pressed his own hands against the door, still both wrapped and bound to the confinement of the bandages but his desperation was unbearable. He gripped at the side of the door. His heart pounded out of fear and desire. What was right? What should he do? What would Saya want? The well being of others…

"I choose…you," he uttered out before letting go of it. His head hung upset by this.

He got back to his feet and brought the cello before sitting with his back against the door. He held it as if it were more delicate than the flowers he'd bring her once a week. Wordlessly he slid the bow over the strings.

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The nearing presence made her heart drum in her ears but nothing brought more joy than when she felt the door begin to slide. A high-pitched gasp came as she prepared a dive outside and…then it stopped. The door remained shut and the figure shuffled in front of the door.

Angrily she thrust her hands repeatedly at the door again. This time her eyes stung. The blood she was staining it with became a blur and the light came in with greater quantities. She wanted out and she would stop at nothing for it!

"Eeyaahhh!!!!!!!" she screamed dryly.

Her chest heaved and she inhaled rapidly to sum up more air for another holler though it never came because the sound beat her voice. The sound that sung to her, that lulled her to sleep…it was back and louder. Her tears streamed faster and her curiosity was only that much greater but right now...right now she would embrace this having only this sound that had been with her every day…The images that flashed behind her eyelids…only there were none while she leaned against the door. She could only see this tall figure without a face looming over her in her mind.

The sound…oh what a sound it was…Ever a sound so lovely as this that it put her back to rest. The girl, Saya, slumped back to the ground with her eyes closed.