A/N Just to warn you, this one gets a bit dirty at the end- nearly a lime, but not quite. Please don't read if you don't like. Read and review, please.

Chapter 29- The Awakening

Two weeks had passed since Mary Frances had arrived with Hagi. She was rather surprised that his only luggage was that stupid cello case.

As she stared out the window of her room, waiting for Kai to pick her up, she thought about the first day she arrived.

As she maneuvered her luggage in the taxi, she thought about the ass sitting in the front of the cab. Huffing in frustration, she resolved to make the most of it and be polite. This place of his couldn't be very big. The guy had zero personality and never slept, not to mention the fact that he never ate. This place was probably small and cramped with little to no furniture.

As they arrived at the complex, she was reluctant to look out the window. The place was probably rundown, tiny, and the view from the place was probably a brick wall- maybe a landfill. She cringed at the thought. When she got up the nerve to open her eyes a crack, she was greeted with a beautiful concrete building. Very modern looking as it was situated very near the beach.

At this point, her eyes had opened wide and she found herself hoping that the view from her room was the gorgeous beach and its aqua waters.

When she arrived in the apartment, she was completely speechless. The door opened to a small area where the wall next to the door had several wooden pegs for hanging coats and purses- maybe keys. The white walls opened into a very large living room with a tan, plush carpet. The ENTIRE view of the back of the living room was made of several very tall and thick windows and glass doors. They opened to a private balcony that had the most phenomenal view of pristine beaches. There were floor to ceiling drapes that ran along a very long track. The olive green drapes were completely open, allowing sunlight to fill the room.

The plush sofa sat against the wall and looked similar to the drapes. The throw pillows looked to be a woven tapestry in the image of some kind of grain. The wooden tables and entertainment center were a dark shade of mahogany and shined like they had been heavily lacquered.

An over sized rug under the coffee table held traditional swirls as the main theme was the wheat sheaf in the middle of the rug depicted in gold against a vibrant burgundy. The chair she was standing behind was that same olive green with as well. She noticed her television was sitting atop the entertainment center. It seemed out of place here.

The painting on the wall, behind the sofa was varying shades of earth tones. The image was of common Japanese workers gathering rice in the field. Her eyes then returned to the pillows and the rug. It wasn't wheat- it was rice! Rolling her eyes she thought, "Should have known."

The kitchen was large and had all the modern amenities- a dishwasher, microwave, convection oven, side-by-side refrigerator with water and ice maker, and all in stainless steel. The tile was something she wanted to rip up and throw out. It was granite-grey linoleum that seemed to blend with the appliances. The counter top matched it, too, causing her to groan. As she exited the kitchen, she mumbled, "When I get a chance, I'm ripping that shit out."

She smirked as she noticed Hagi blink in wonder as she headed to see the other parts of the apartment.

She noticed the door to the master bedroom was shut, but the bathroom across the hall was pretty spacious. The shower curtain was a plain, sleek black with all the accessories in the same shiny black lacquer against the stark white of the counter tops and walls. What surprised her was the bright red plush rug and seat cover. "He has an unusual style," she thought.

When she arrived at her bedroom, she was surprised to see an actual bed and not those traditional Japanese mats. She figured he would be one of those types. Her ipod dock and bedroom television were already in place atop the long, cherry wood chest of drawers. The rest of her clothes were hung neatly in the closet and her magenta, cobalt, and gold curtains were draped on the window with gold beads. She smiled as she remembered asking Hibiki and Kanade to arrange her room to her specifications.

She flopped onto her comforter and felt the cushy mattress underneath. After sighing, she stretched to the switch and clicked it, setting the room in a strange glow. She stood and admired her design. The bed was done in cherry wood, but her various colorful scarves were draped over the bed and glowing as if they were radioactive. The comforter was edged in black, but depicted a man in neon colors as he placed his hands on either side of his head and screamed. He too was now glowing.

She noticed he had popped his head into the room and she stretched her arms wide, asking, "You like?"

In spite of his complete shock at how this young woman could so easily take a lovely space and turn it into a freak show was amazing to him. She then commented, "I am so glad you have western furniture. I was gonna go crazy if I had to sit on the floor and sleep on a thin mat."

He stood in the doorway in his usual quite, stiff manner. Inwardly, he agreed with her. He preferred more European styles and was not a big fan of lowering his 6'3" frame to sit cross-legged on the floor. Instead, he began to speak, "While you stay here, I must insist you follow the rules that I lay down for you now."

She turned to face him defiantly, arms crossed over her chest. She moved toward him with an eyebrow raised, "Make me."

He responded by meeting her gaze and clearing his throat. "I don't like the living arrangements any more than you do. I trust that you will make the best effort to keep peace between us as I will do the same."

"What rules?" she asked as she scowled skeptically.

"First," he demanded, "no smoking."

"That's what the balcony's for," she retorted.

His jaw set in desire to make an argument, but instead, he continued, "No parties."

"Don't know anyone to invite. Besides, in case you haven't noticed, I don't make friends."

He nodded. "No alcohol."

"Stuff doesn't work on me anyways," she replied.

"No boys."

That got her riled. "What the hell do you mean?"

"Just what I said," he responded, matching her angry glare.

She was now an inch from his face, nose to nose. She replied with venom, "Just because you're a prude that probably can't get it up, doesn't mean that I'm anything like that. If I feel like getting laid, there's nothing you can do to stop me."

He glared at her and responded, "My place, my rules."

She moved back from him and said, "I wish Kai would take me in 'cause you're AN ASS!"

He then added, "You will also be attending school soon."

"What?!" she shouted.

She smiled as she recalled that day. It was fun verbally bashing Hagi around. Maybe that's why Saya keeps him around. He certainly doesn't fight back much, unless it's with a chiropteran.

The sound of a horn alerted her to Kai's arrival. She gave a huff as she lifted her suitcase and glanced around. With a wry smile she headed down the stairs after locking up the apartment.

As she rode in the passenger's seat, she looked out the window to the beach as it whizzed by. She could see the tomb in the distance. She had noticed the proximity of the tomb to his apartment a couple of days after returning to Okinawa. She knew it was so he could keep an eye on Saya. She was startled out of her quiet thoughts when Kai asked, "So, how's life with your dad?"

She made a horrible grimace and rolled her eyes, "Please, don't call him that…please." She sighed and answered, "Well, sometimes it's okay, but mostly he's an ass. It's a nice place, though… and I have a lock on my bedroom door."

Kai smirked, "Is that to keep him out or you in?" When she rolled her eyes, he laughed, "I get it, he always seems like he has a stick up his… well, you know, but that's why I keep telling you that you need to let him in. Talk to him."

"Gah," she grunted. "Kai… he made fucking house rules! I can't bring a boy home, can't smoke inside, and I have to go to school! To school, Kai!"

"Well, what's wrong with that?" Kai asked, causing her to turn her death glare to him. "Smoking is really bad for you, my girls are 30 and still can't bring a guy into their room, and having an education is important." At her grouchy huff, he reassured, "Look, you've been alone most of your life, right?"

"Right," she conceded.

"Had to raise yourself alone pretty much?" he glanced at her briefly before turning his brown eyes back to the road

"Right," she answered as she suddenly felt shameful for arguing and looked at the floorboard.

"So why not let someone else take care of you for a while, even if he is an ass?"

For a while, she remained quiet, staring thoughtfully at the floorboard of the minivan. It was only 5 minutes before they pulled into the back of Omoro and Mary Frances turned to Kai. Her brown eyes shimmered, as if she would cry at any moment. She turned her eyes away as she took a breath. Her voice was so quiet, he nearly missed what she said, "He left early this morning- no note. He didn't even say goodbye or anything." She then turned a pair of cold brown eyes at him and informed, "I hate it when he hurts me."

Kai blinked as the girl took off with her luggage into Omoro. He could hear the warm greeting of Riku and the squeals of the girls as they welcomed their cousin for her extended visit. Kai turned his eyes toward the tomb and said, "Hagi, you sure have left me with a mess this time."

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Hagi cradled his queen in his arms. From the sounds of her mewling breaths and occasional babbling, his heart soared knowing she was finally awake. It was pointless at the moment, to tell her anything, she wouldn't understand nor would she be able to do anything about it.

The twin pinpricks in his neck were sealing already, she had taken her fill. He looked down at her. She was already looking better than when she emerged. Her skin was still almost transparent, revealing blue and purple veins. Her body was still swollen from the years and years of swimming in the amniotic fluid, but he had cleaned the viscous liquid off her and dressed her in a full skirt and t-shirt, both in her favorite shade of pink. She was looking better and better with each passing minute.

She was completely asleep in his arms as he pulled a dagger from his jacket and brought it to the nape of her neck, the other hand fisting the impressive length of midnight, silken strands that stretched and spilled around them. He them moved the dagger further down and then back up. He couldn't make up his mind how she would want her hair cut this time.

Recalling those moments at the Zoo, he blinked as he brought the blade down a ways. Those days, her hair fell in beautiful midnight waves down to her hips before they curled back up slightly. How he longed to run his fingers through the length of that hair.

The day that she sliced the length of hair was a day he'd never forget.

They were called to go to Russia. There were tales of Chiropterans running loose and a rumor that Diva and her chevalier, Amshel were also there. Saya had just awakened from her sleep and was still a bit wobbly. The reaction of the operatives and Joel II was unnerving to her to say the least.

The men had jumped from the meeting table in horror. None of them had seen Saya before as it was their fathers that created the Red Shield 30 years ago. They had seen pictures of Saya wearing full dresses and her hair neatly arranged. The girl that stood before them had longer hair, wild eyes, and was wearing a thin, night dress. She looked like Diva aside from the red eyes.

Her eyes shined with purpose as she turned to Hagi and asked him, "Do you have any of your daggers with you?"

The plain silver daggers he had been given by Joel I decades ago were, at the time, his only weapon. He nodded questioningly as he pulled one out of his pocket and handed it to her. She took off to the bedroom where she recalled staying this morning.

Hagi was standing behind her with his mouth slightly gaping open. She sliced through her hair, letting the beautiful raven strands fall to the floor. Instead of asking what she was doing, he responded by coming up behind her and taking the dagger.

Her eyes met his with a pleading expression. She seemed to be saying, "Please, Hagi. I just can't look like her. I don't want to be a monster. Let me do this."

He had helped her to cut her hair into that short style. When they were traveling in Russia, most people thought she was a young boy as her layers of clothing hid the obvious signs she was a girl.

With a sigh, he brought the blade across. Her hair would be waist length. If she wanted it shorter, he'd let her decide once she was fully awake. The war was over and she would never again have to worry about looking like Diva.

While she slept in his arms, he pulled out his cell phone and spoke just above a whisper as he informed, "Yes, she is awake. I will need a private jet to take us to Bordeaux… You are right. She needs a place that from her past to bring her memories back… 3 days- her eyes are not open yet and she is not ready to be moved… Understood."

As he snapped the phone shut, he noticed she was squirming in his grasp, trying to open her eyes. He attempted to reassure her with soothing words and sounds, but she was already trying to speak. Her mouth and throat had not been active in so long, not to mention her brain. She was shouting incoherently as she managed to break away from his grasp.

As she scurried on all fours toward the light, Hagi called out, "Saya."

She seemed to be reaching for the light as she tried desperately to open her eyes just a crack. The sunlight felt so good and she wanted its warmth against her cool skin. She mumbled, "Mrph… hummuph!" as she reached in desperation for the light and sighed as the warmth beamed down on her.

"Do you wish to sit in the sunlight a while, Saya?" he asked as he moved to her side.

She answered by pulling her knees to her chest and sighing sweetly. The mid-day sun fell on her in full force. It was the late fall and the night air was a bit cool for someone that was only wearing a thin blouse and skirt.

"Would you for me to play something for you, Saya?" he asked as she basked in the sunlight, her swollen eyes opened just a hair's breadth. Her small frame leaned against his leg to capture the warmth there. It gave him a jolt of immense pleasure. After all, it had been 30 years without a touch, word, or even the sight of her. He had missed her greatly.

For a time, they stayed there, staring at the beautiful autumn day. A small breeze blew in front of the entrance of the tomb, but the stone enclosure kept it away from the two inside. The beach was far below them, but the sound of the calm surf lapping against the shoreline was a calming backdrop for her to gather her memories.

That delicious smell came to her nose again. She knew nothing of the words that she needed to form in order to get what it was she wanted, but for some reason, she wasn't frustrated. She was calm and happy. Something gave her peace she didn't know she had needed. This other creature that helped her made her happy… somehow.

She took in a deep breath and tried to place those smells to something, but so far, all her memories were shapeless blobs of color. The smell of this creature made her feel somehow elated, like as if she thought she had once lost this? Her swollen brow briefly twitched, the only hint of confusion she seemed to give.

As if the other being took some sort of hint from her, the warmth of him left. She turned abruptly and uttered, "Wahhh- aya!" Her ears detected the sound of something clicking. She knew this sound from before when she was pulled from the warmth that held her. It meant he was coming back. Her hand frantically gestured as she waved it up and down. "Muph! Uh-muph!" she grunted. Now she felt frustrated since she had no idea to communicate what she wanted.

Sensing somehow that he understood, she relaxed as she felt the tall being lower himself to the stone floor next to her. She reached out and pulled him roughly to sit with her.

"Tay!" she shouted with her finger pointing down. She then turned to let her face feel the warm sunshine.

He blinked at this. She usually wanted him to play for her, but this time, she wanted him near her. She even told him to stay. He was further surprised as he felt her lean her head into his chest and murmur incoherently. She began rubbing her face into his jacket, trying to saturate her nose with his scent. Her fingers came up and clasped the lapels of his jacket as she pulled her light frame into his lap.

He was taken aback as he felt her settle in between his legs as her face moved into the crook of his neck. He stilled himself, ready for the piercing of her sharp fangs, but was surprised to feel her heated breath coast along the sensitive place behind his ear.

LOL ~Random smut~ LOL

She continued to breathe against that part of his neck as he raised his hand and pressed her mouth into his neck. She pushed back a ways and then moved herself back into her previous position. This time, she seemed to have positioned herself in a compromising way over his groin. He wondered what she was doing. Her fingers began to trace his jaw line and the slight stubble there. When she moved to reposition herself to examine his hair, she inadvertently rubbed against him seductively, causing him to throw his head back and stifle a hiss.

She had no idea what she was doing to him. All the years of waiting and now… he was sure he was being punished for what he was sure he had not done. She began to run the strands of silken ebony through her fingers. As he brought his head up to see her eyes were a bit more open and examining his hair, her hips came back down on the growing bulge in his pants while her fingers thread into his hair.

She held his head in place with the hand as her other came up and traced the features of his face. She took a little extra time as she examined the scowl in between his perfectly shaped eyebrows. Resettling her hips caused him to nearly whine as she seemed to have hit a sensitive place. It took all his restraint to keep from pressing his hips up and digging himself into the soft flesh between her thighs.

She usually did these explorations when she awoke, but never while seated on his lap! He felt her hand against his chest, pressing him back. He was now propped up on his elbows as she traced her finger over the veins in his neck, her hips still positioned over his, amplifying his problem even more. Her small body was moving as she tried to reach his ears and then move to his chest before deciding then that she wanted to trace the lines of his eyes.

"Saya," he managed to utter through gritted teeth. He tried to gently press her off, but she only began to wiggle to remain where she was. Deciding that was a bad idea, Hagi tried to convince her to feed again. He pulled her down to his neck, which proved to be even worse.

He felt instead of sharp fangs, her warm tongue, tasting him. His mouth opened in a silent plea. Whether it was for her to stop or to keep going, he did not know. All the blood was rushing from his head and pooling where her ministrations were setting him ablaze.

Her mouth watered as she wondered what this being tasted like. She wasn't hungry, but curious. Her mind did not register the foreign object that was pressing against her insistently, but she knew that it was making her shiver and her body felt so good from those shivers. She suddenly caught sight of something bright and pretty amid the dark soft stuff. She had to have it.

She began to move against him very slowly, torturing him to the point of pain. Her fingers were reaching for the ribbon at the back of his head and he was steadily trying to rise and push her away. The movements of both brought on more friction. He gasped as she finally caught the ribbon in her hand with a shout of triumph, completely oblivious to the problem she had given her poor chevalier.

~Smut over~

She was now crying out in triumph as she jumped off of him and moved back into the sunlight, blue ribbon in hand. The newly awakened queen was oblivious to what she had done. Too busy to notice the sudden departure of her chevalier, Saya bounced happily with a childish smile as she allowed the ribbon to trail over her fingers.

A/N I know, I know. Poor Hagi. Hope you enjoyed my random silly smut. If you did or didn't, please review. Love you guys so much! Big thanks to Jasper6509 for leaving a review for EVERY chapter. That is so sweet!