Blood+ Fan Fiction ❯ First Kiss, First Confusion ❯ Temptation ( Chapter 3 )

A/N: I dun own Blood+.

 

Alex: Hey ya'll, seems that several people enjoyed my first fic from Blood+ so I thought I'd add another chapter although I do wish more people would review, who knows maybe this'll turn into a full blown fic instead of a series of one-shots. I'll admit it now I have a thing for guys with long hair and there are a few certain anime characters I'd absolutely love to get a hold of because they wear their hair up all the frigging time. 1) Haji, 2) Able Nightroad, and 3) Alucard because we all know his hair is freaking long as hell when he wants it to be *grumbles and pouts*. Via the reason there'll probably be a fic for Trinity Blood having Abel's hair being molested so to speak :D I'm so bad.

Sally: Nah, you're just twisted hun.

Alex: Ya think?! ^^ Anywho this is set during the episode where Saya is in Germany, just a fun little piece that I came up with on a whim. Also I know a lot of people spell Haji's name as Hagi…..s'not spelled that way dern it! In japan, where the show and manga originated, it's spelled Haji therefore that is how I spell it.

 

Temptation

 

(Saya first again!)

Saya drug the comb through her damp hair one last time before exiting the bathroom, Liza had already left to get Riku and make sure he was ready. Haji on the other hand stood by the hotel room door waiting on her his cello case sitting beside him leaned against the wall as he tried to tie the ribbon back in his hair. Although his face was ever passive she could see the annoyance spark in his blue eyes as the ribbon slipped from his grasp again due to his bandaged hand. She smiled and walked forward, “Do you want me to help Haji?” she stopped a few feet from him and tilted her head back to stare up at him a small smile on her lips. He looked at her in his bland way his hands pausing on the ribbon. She smiled tilting her head just a bit, “It'll be a lot quicker you know.” She nodded towards the chair next to the desk, “I promise it'll be painless Haji.” He gave her his usual bland stare and moved smoothly to the chair after dropping his hands and the ribbon to his sides.

 

Using the comb still in her hand she began to untangle the mess that he had made of his hair, how he ever got it up neatly was beyond her at times. She tilted her head as she combed through the silky dark strands her fingers following lightly after the comb to place the strands back to where they were supposed to be. The evil little part of her wanted to do his hair in little braids just to see his reaction, to see if she could bring a look of shock to that handsome deadpan face of his. A small evil smirk grew as the thought of pigtails instead of braids entered her mind; her fingers itched to pull his hair into those arrangements. In fact they just itched to burrow into his hair and stay there, temptation could be troublesome.

 

A small hiss of breath made her pause in realization that she had begun massaging his scalp as she combed his hair even now as she began combing again she let her fingernails rake lightly over his scalp and down his neck. She felt the muscles of his neck and shoulders tense under her fingertips. There was that temptation again, to thread her fingers through his hair, she gave in to it and let her fingers sift through his hair. In truth she liked his hair down, “Tilt your head back Haji.” She spoke softly and he did as bid staring up at her through half closed blue eyes as she combed his hair straight back from his face.

 

Although his face was still passive there was something deep in his eyes, a kind of curiousness as to why she was doing this, a kind of longing hidden deep down so that it was barely there at all. She smiled slightly and tilted her head, “Haven't you ever had anyone comb your hair Haji?” He blinked.

 

“No, not in a very long time.” She brushed her fingertips along his forehead to gather any tray strands that she had missed. He continued to stare up at her as she combed and she could feel her cheeks warming, another temptation took the place of the first although her fingers still treaded their way through his hair. She tried to keep her eyes focused on either his dark blue gaze or his hair and her hands, even then her eyes drifted to his lips. She felt the blood rush to her cheeks and she smiled to hide it.

 

“Okay back to normal.” He blinked slowly then lifted his head, “Okay shake your head just a little.” He did as told and his long bangs fell back into place as she began gathering the rest into a low pony tail brushing her fingers against the back of his neck and near his ears to make sure she didn't miss any stray hairs. She blinked when she felt a slight shiver from him, she gathered his hair in one hand tossing the comb on the desk and leaned forward to hold her hand over his shoulder, “Ribbon please.” A moment later the ribbon landed in her hand his fingertips grazing her palm, her face flushed red as goose flesh raced up her arm, she quickly wrapped the ribbon around the gathered hair twice making sure it was tight enough before she looped it into a neat bow. Giving one last light tug on the bow she sighed and dropped her hands to her sides, “There you go Haji, all done.” She stepped back from the chair to allow him to rise carefully scooting back a little more when he turned toward her.

 

He stared down at her with his blank expression although to her his eyes seemed a shade darker and his eyes seemed to drift down to rest on her lips before rising again, “Thank you, Saya.” She knew her cheeks had darkened again, she smiled slightly and nodded.

 

“No problem Haji, maybe you should start bandaging each finger separate?” he seemed to loom over her for a moment as he moved closer and her heartbeat accelerated slightly. His eyes drifted down again to her mouth.

 

“Perhaps, the others are waiting.” He stared down at her for a moment longer his eyes flicking up to her own before he moved past her to pick up his cello case his un-bandaged hand fell to the door handle, “Shall we?” she nodded and followed him from the room.

 

(Haji now!)

 

Haji suppressed the urge to frown as the ribbon slipped from his grasp yet again, in truth he usually put his hair up when alone so that he could use his Chiropteran hand un-bandaged. However when near Saya he tried to keep it bandaged least she began to remember how he had lost his original hand. His annoyance grew as the ribbon slipped again, in truth he was only making a mess of his hair now. He contemplated leaving it down for once.

 

“Do you want me to help Haji?” he blinked at her and thought of refusing the offer, he didn't know if he could refuse the temptation of having her so near yet being unable to touch her, “It'll be a lot quicker you know,” she nodded to the chair at the desk, “I promise it'll be painless Haji.” He moved to the chair without a second thought then mentally kicked himself, stupid, stupid! He forced his body to relax at the first touch of the comb and her fingers on his hair. His eyes closed and his body fully relaxed as she stroked his hair with both the comb and her fingers her touch light and gentle so that she didn't pull as she untangled the mess he had made.

 

She began threading her fingers through his hair her fingers brushing over his scalp massaging, he let out a hiss of air before he knew what he'd done. Her fingernails raked lightly down his scalp and his neck and he tensed as he suppressed a shiver. He felt her fingers thread through his hair allowing it to sift through her fingers, “Tilt your head back Haji.” He complied without thinking to her soft command, his mind was hazy, pleasure filled and if he had been a more emotional person he probably would have given into the temptation of purring like a cat. Her warm fingers feathered his brow as she swept up tray hairs, his eyes stayed locked on hers as he fought the temptation of lifting his hand to pull her head down to his to touch his lips to hers, “Haven't you ever had anyone comb your hair Haji?” her softly spoken question made him blink and he answered without really thinking.

 

“No, not in a very long time.” It was the truth, the last time he had had someone comb his hair was when he still lived with his parents and his mother had taken care of him. He watched her eyes drift from his gaze to his lips, her cheeks warmed to a dull shade of pink and she paused in her combing to smile.

 

“Okay back to normal.” He lifted his head and it helped take the temptation partially away but it would have been so easy to turn and capture her lips with his own, “Okay shake your head just a little.” Once again he complied and felt his bangs and hair fall back around his face and shoulders for only a moment before her fingers began gathering it up her fingers brushing his ears and neck, he suppressed his shiver as much as he could but he didn't doubt that she had felt it all the same. The comb landed on the desk in front of him and he felt her hand brush his shoulder as she held it out for the ribbon, “Ribbon please.” He lifted his human hand placing the ribbon in her smaller one, he gave in and let his fingers trail along her palm for a bare moment before he dropped it again, her felt her wrap the ribbon tightly around his hair and tie it into a bow, “There you go Haji, all done.”

 

He heard her move back a few steps so he could stand, she took another small step backwards when he turned towards her. His eyes were drawn back to her lips like a magnet to metal, the temptation was back, to slide forward and take her lips. He forced his eyes back upwards pushing the thought down and away as her cheeks darkened, “Thank you, Saya.”

 

“No problem Haji, maybe you should start bandaging each finger separate?” Her cheeks darkened more and she smiled. He moved closer almost as if in a trance as his eyes dropped to her lips again.

 

“Perhaps, the others are waiting.” He slapped the thought away once again and slid past her rather quickly by his standards to pick up his cello case before he truly did give into the temptation of kissing her again he gripped the door handle with his bandaged hand, “Shall we?” she nodded and followed him from the room. Temptation, he thought in a rather grim and modern way, really was a bitch.

 

A/N: Well there we go, maybe not as good as my first but I like it. Enjoy ya'll!