"Saya, why do you ask?" Solomon asked, taking her hands and looking at her concernedly. Saya turned her head aside for a moment and then looked back at him.
"Solomon, there is something you must promise me," Saya said. Solomon nodded his head.
"I can tell you cared about Carl more than anyone else did," Saya said, tears began to stream down her cheeks but her voice and expression remained the same.
"But, I still love him. Before I was here I was in my room, I felt Carl grab me and make me fade away with him. When I woke up I was in his world...and, I'm afraid. Be-because I want to go back," Saya confessed in a soft tone. Solomon looked at her both worriedly and shockingly.
Solomon had known of Chevalier Worlds for many decades. When he had first died he had gone to his very own world, it was an afterlife reward for protecting their Queen. Unfortunately, for his act of perfidy, he was to remain their alone in his own rapture. Meaning, unlike Carl, he could not bring company there in their dreams.
And there were no dead Queens to invite there to live with him in the perpetual bliss. He was all alone.
The worst news were if Carl's influence over Saya grew strong enough...he could keep her there forever.
"Saya, perhaps it was just a nightmare," Solomon said, trying to protect Saya from the truth. Saya leaned her head back onto her pillow and sighed. Carl had been on her mind a lot lately; no doubt Carl wouldn't appear in her dreams.
"Maybe you're right. Perhaps, I just miss him," Saya said dubiously. Solomon nodded his head and stood up, ready to leave.
"Solomon, promise me that you won't tell anyone. This secret is only to stay between you and me," Saya said in a somewhat threatening tone. Solomon nodded head and left. Saya would need her rest.
Nonetheless, deep down, he didn't want Saya to sleep.
Saya was taken home in the morning; she didn't sleep the entire night she was at the hospital. She said she felt uneasy and distressed. But, when Saya plopped down on her bed after changing into her nightgown she couldn't help but close her eyes.
One minute won't hurt. I am recovering aren't I? I need my rest; just one minute won't hurt...
She shut her eyes and exhaled blissfully. When Saya's eyes opened she wasn't in her world. She knew she was in Carl's world. She sat up on her side, her arms supporting her and they crossed under her. Her legs over one another and still.
"Good, you're back," Carl said. He walked up to her and helped her up. He took her hand and smiled softly.
"Come, there is someone I want to show you," he said. He pulled her gently through a labyrinth of willow trees and roses.
"Carl, where are we going?" Saya asked. He didn't answer, but they soon came to an open clearing. A girl with black hair sat on the ground with her back turned to them. She was humming a song, an Opera. She was plucking the petals from a blue rose and they fell carelessly onto her black kimono. Before her sitting form laid an old fashion journal that she had been writing in.
The ink was crimson, was it blood she was writing with?
"Diva, come here," Carl called.
Diva?
The girl stood up and turned around. Saya's eyes widened and her face stifled her expressional sadness and joy.
The girl looked so much like Carl. Yes, a thin feminine figure but her face was just so resembling to Carl's it was astounding. And her eyes just as deep as Carl's, and the same color, Saya wanted to cry.
The girl, this was Diva, her daughter. Diva walked up to Carl and smiled.
"Diva, there is someone I want you to meet," Carl said. He gestured his hand to Saya and Diva gasped softly.
"Carl is this...is this...Oh she's so beautiful!" Saya wept happily. Diva and Saya embraced each other and cried. Diva, nor Saya, had ever seen each other. Diva was taken away when she was born and rescued by Red Shield. While Saya, her mother, stayed behind to fight Phantom. She and Phantom where thought to be dead after that night. And ever since that night Diva had always wondered what her mother was like. But, she never got to meet her mother, only her father.
Saya looked at Carl and smiled, hugging her daughter.
"Arigatou, Carl," she mouthed. She would've never thought that she would be thanking him for the painful joy he caused her. After a few minutes Carl took Saya's hand and led her away from Diva. Diva stayed behind obediently and walked back to the middle of the clearing.
"I don't understand," Saya said softly. Carl grabbed her wrists and pulled her near.
"This is my world, and I want my revenge. Saya, if I can't have you in the mortal realm then I will love you here. Saya, won't you stay here with me?" he asked her, almost sensitively. Saya's eyes widened and then she backed away, jerking her wrists away from Carl's grasp.
"Carl...I killed you because I hate you. NO! I won't!" Saya cried and then ran. But, once again, Carl pushed her to the ground, coming on top of her. They were surrounded by a field of blue roses, willow trees lost in sight. Carl's world was beautiful, but now the sky's grew gray and sullen. Was Carl's mood affecting the environment?
This is his world and I can never escape. There's no point in running or denying, he'll do with me what he wishes. But, I must fight, I must go back to Hagi! I must protect the people I love!
No one could see them, leaves and lost blue petal brushed up against Saya's skin as a chilly breeze passed.
"You love me, Saya. Confess it! You always have and you always will! You declared it the night you killed me! And I forgive you," Carl said disdainfully. Saya closed her eyes, remembering her pleas of forgiveness. Carl took a hold of her wrists, holding them down beside her head. Saya's hair fanned about the ground.
Carl had adjusted his position on her. He crawled onto her, resting his weight on her and holding her. Saya's eyes widened in confusion, a red streak reddened her face. Carl's face was near hers, their noses touching.
"Because, now, no one can take you away from me," he whispered. Carl kissed her lips softly, Saya's eyes closed. She moaned blissfully and let Carl gain access to her mouth. For a brief moment she remembered when they were lovers, and Saya wanted that more than ever now. Deep down she still loved him and the pleasurable pain known as 'love.'
But then she pulled her mouth away and turned her head aside.
"No, what would Hagi say?" Saya asked. Carl chuckled.
"I want revenge, oh how is your baby doing?" he asked contemptuously. Saya's eyes widened in realization of what Carl had done. The pain when she first entered this place, it was in her womb.
"You bastard! You killed my baby! The last one!" Saya cried. Carl released one of her wrists after breaking it, but it would heal. Carl caressed her face with his fingers, both his hands were human looking now. Saya remembered how she used to fear his hands, and yet love them. Love the way he used to touch her with them and hold her. It felt so right back then, and somehow subtly hollow. Carl chuckled and grinned evilly as he took a hold of her wrist again.
"Saya, out of all the people I have brought here you should know that when you are being physically connected to this place there is a negative outcome on the body. Your baby had died. But, I don't believe that it was a wrong idea. You and your Chevalier weren't meant to have babies together. Only you and I, after all, has my seed not been in your womb before?" he asked teasingly. Saya blushed softly, recalling their lovemaking. How could she ever forget those nights? Including that one night she vaguely but understandably remembered. The night he raped her.
Our love was a mistake and nothing more...But it felt so right. No! I must resist!
"You bastard!" Saya cried. Carl smiled toothily and then his mouth shut. He planted tender kisses on her neck, Saya squeaked, trying to escape but she couldn't. Even if she were to run Carl would easily find her. There was no chance in running, and if she attempted Carl would know. And while, a part of her didn't want Carl to caress/ grope her, a part of her liked it and wanted it. Like the darkness in her was growing accustomed to painful love he inflicted on her.
"Isn't this a lovely place? Remember our first time together? It was in a cold place but it was enjoyable all the same. When I heard you scream I just had to give you more!" he said evilly and somewhat happily.
"I was screaming for you to stop you pervert! Now get off me!" Saya yelled angrily. Carl chuckled and caressed her jaw with soft kisses. Saya's legs wriggling as he pulled at her nightgown, releasing her wrists. Saya's nails dug into his back, making him bleed, Carl liked it. Saya's eyes glowing crimson by the scent of his blood, the sweet taste of it in her mouth. Saya shut her eyes tightly, her eyes quivering. Carl kissed her trembling eyelids, once again, his seductive words and body getting to Saya.
"You're so beautiful when you deny me. But, that won't stop me. It never has stopped me," he kissed lips her again, this time harder. When he finished his lips moved down to Saya's neck, a part where she was most ticklish. Always, when Carl kissed the nape of her neck, Saya would giggle and ask him to stop. Now, she just wanted to deny him if she had the slightest chance.
But, that's what Carl wanted. He wanted Saya to tell him to stop and to fight him. It only aroused his passion more into his body.
"Now relax, Saya, we're the only ones here now. Stay with me for a while, be one with me. No one has to know but us, this is a world all our own!" Carl said lovingly, planting tender kisses on her neck. Biting her neck in the most playful manner, he moved to the collar bone. The small cuts on her neck began to heal, Carl was drinking her blood. Or at least licking away small droplets that dripped down from the cuts.
"Ca-Carl..." Saya whispered.
"I want to wake up now, please, let me wake up," Saya said. Carl ceased his caresses and looked at Saya. Saya had woken up before when she last came here. But, it was not of her will, she could feel Carl relinquish his mental grasp on her and free her. But now, Carl wouldn't let her go, she was damned to him until he would finish.
"Never, Saya. I will never let you go again. In this world you will be mine and only mine! You are my blood bound bride!" he said in an almost threatening tone. Saya looked at him piteously, Carl frowned. Then, his expression loosened to display hurt and somewhat betrayal. He realized that Saya was not fully awake yet, and with an incomplete Saya he had no reason to have her until she was mad with passion.
"My Saya, you're-you're not fully awake yet? You can't fight me any better without remembering the rest by memories, can you Saya?" he asked. He got off her and stood up, turning his back to her.
"Then I'll take you there, I'll take you back the pain. I want my revenge," he said. He pulled her up by her wrists, bruising Saya's wrists. Saya squeaked.
"And you will love me, by means of pain," he said. He sounded almost sad. He had loved her when she wasn't awake; then again, he needed her. She was leverage and Carl needed her trust. There were always reasons why he did what he did. Carl pulled her into an embrace, his chest tensing with sadness, Saya could feel it.
"But for now Saya, wake up. Go back to your mortal world. I'll be waiting, and when I bring you back prepare yourself for the worst." he threatened, letting Saya slip away back into reality.