A/N: Heyo guys, and welcome to the magical, and gruesome, world of Blood+! As you all ave noticed, my chapters have been becoming gradually longer. Wanna know why? Maybe it is because I have been planning them out, but then again it might just be my need for talking and typing~! :P

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Blood+. I will get over it, I promise.

Recap: Last chapter, Saya was confronted by Solomon, and asked if she remembered Solomon, in any way, shape, form or fashion. This caused Saya to recall a dream that she had back in the days of elementary school, also causing intense feelings to well up in you guys with all the poetry stuff.

Story (Finally): Saya POV

I woke up with a start in my bed. I don't know why, but I felt these eyes, burning, no drilling, into me as I sat up. I looked around, trying to find the source of the sensation, but in my futile attempt, I found no signs of life aside from my short and labored breathes. Finally, I calmed down, as the memories of the previous dream started to fade away.

What was that!? Who was that? Wait, where am I? I thought, as I stared at my hands. I tried to keep a good focus on them, but they kept on distorting into another image. By the time that they were clear enough that I could actually start to guess what my hands were changing into, something moved and I snapped back, refreshing the real image of my hands in my mind. I realized that time must have been flying, so I got up and began to prepare myself for the day ahead of me, filled with tall hooligans roaming the highschool hallways, and acting as if they've not a care in the world. Foolish people, don't they know that this is their last time to starighten up before college? Does no one here realize that if they don't straighten up now, then they will never have a good life, or a good college with a family and a good house? Isn't that every person's dream?

I was knocked out of my train of insults by a loud thump on my door.

"SAYA GET UP!"

I heard, and then I ran to my door. I opened it, plastering a large, fake smile on my face. "I'm up! Thanks, dad!" Then I closed the door and found something suitable to wear. It was camouflage patterned leggings and a grey-ish brown button up over a white tank top with my white vans. I ran my fingers through my hair, grabbed my book-bag and rushed downstairs to eat breakfast.

"Good morning, sleepy-head!" said Riku. He laughed, and I smiled a genuine smile at him. I really did enjoy my little brother's smart remarks. Goodness that child is so smart! I thought, as I walked over to my place at the table, setting my book bag down beside me. My plate was already there, and the bacon was still steaming. It's color contradictory to the eggs was a really nice match for foods... Wait, how did my train of thought get to that? I thought, taking a sip of my orange juice and then picking up my fork to eat.

"Itadakimasu!"

I said, and dug in. I didn't realize how hungry I was... I let my mind wander off during breakfast, considering that no one ever talks during meals; their faces are too stuffed to say anything besides grunts of pleasure. I laughed on the inside, and continued eating my food, taking no time to look graceful. I finished my food and then brought my dish to the sink behind the bar counter.

"Bye dad!" I said behind me as I left the diner/bar. I could have sworn that I saw someone run to behind a tree, but who am I kidding? My hands tried to turn into something that they weren't this morning, so I must be delusional, right? I walked to school, with not a care in the world about who was or could be watching me, and why. I was too lost in thought about what happened with my hands and eyes earlier this morning to care. Not like it mattered though; I mean, who would want to capture a guy-ish looking girl like me?

Just about every single dirty pervert in this city, that's who.

Finally, I realized just how different that so called "voice" in my head seemed to what I normally say. Normally, all I think about is, Don't make eye contact, just keep walking. Do my eyes look large enough? I wonder what me and Kagori are going to talk about today... Did you see the new guy!? Oh my god, she is so pretty! No, this voice was different.

Saya, what is going on with you? You seem all pessimistic! Stop that! I continued walking to school, and in no time at all, I made it to the school entrance, ready to get back into the school. Thank god for the roaming hooligans, they always seem to cheer me up. *NO STOP IT STOP IT STOP IT STOP IT, SAYA!* I walked into the school, past the front and attendance office, down to my locker, and then to my homeroom, all the while fighting with my newly discovered pessimistic self.

Someone bumped into me as I walked from my locker and in the direction that my homeroom was in. "Terribly sorry..." said the boy, and he bowed and continued running. Not even 1 minute later, I saw a tall, and skinny woman chasing after him. Wait, was that Mrs. R!? I confirmed that it was, indeed, Mrs. R after closer inspection of the hair and clothing. Today, she was wearing a long and puffy skirt with a skin hugging, yet not exposing, shirt with lace arms that ran all the way down to her finger tips, engulfing them in a glove-like structure. The skirt was completely doused in a floral design that would look simplistic and graceful when put as one and alone, but all together and bunched up, it looked spontaneous and new, for such an old fashioned skirt. It had a maroon background, and the shirt that had the lace gloves was a light blue, and so was the lace on her arms. It was, put in simplistic terms, beautiful. Breathe-taking. Amazing.

"Mrs. R, what happened?" I called, as she started to slow down. "Is there anything that I can help with?" I said, beginning to stride over to her.

"Aah, yes, Ms. Saya! In fact, there is something that you can help me with. don't worry about homeroom, I will be sure to e-mail your teacher about your absence. Please, Saya, follow me." She said, and then turned a corner, going to a place unknown to me in the wide school, known as Ever-taking High school. It was an interesting name in fact, named after a book that the founder of the school read when she was in her first year of high school.

I followed Mrs. R only being able to see the flow of her curly ponytails as she turned each corner, getting closer and closer to her destination. She took a right turn, then a left turn, then continued straight, then another left and then another, continuing on straight again until she took a final right turn and digging out her keys from her pocket. She found the right key; a key decorated with music notes and little sparkles and colored light pink as if it were a new born baby girl's blanket. She unlocked the door, and then walked in, turning on the light.

The light lit up a large room, echoing as her heels tapped upon the ceramic floor. In the middle of the floor, stood and LED giant light, like one of those idea lights that pop up on top of a person's head in a cartoon show like Ed Edd and Eddy. It wasn't lit up though; in fact, it was cracked, only blinking and buzzing a constant drone as if it were humming a tune that only it could hear.

"Mrs. R, what is this?" I said, and then turned around to see that the door had disappeared. "Mrs. R, what is going on?" I said, growing a little worried. "Am I seeing things again?" I said, turning around again to see the door appear, right before my eyes, but closer than it was when we had entered and walked. The distance of the door said that we had only walked 3 feet inwards, but my memory says that we had walked at least 20 paces in. "Mrs. R?" I said, turning all around,searching for signs of life again. "Mrs. R!?" I yelled, starting to run to nowhere in particular.

And then, I woke up with a start in my bed. I don't know why, but I felt these eyes, burning, no drilling, into me as I sat up. I looked around, trying to find the source of the sensation, but in my futile attempt, I found no signs of life aside from my short and labored breathes. Finally, I calmed down, as the memories of the previous dream started to fade away.

So, how was my little cycle set up? That is definitely going to play a part int he next chapter, I promise. But, guess what? I will bet, that this is probably the longest chapter that I have EVER wrote! Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaayy! So, have fun reading, fellow reading fans!

Ciao!~~~~~~~~SpainDeBoss