Blood+ Fan Fiction ❯ First Kiss, First Confusion ❯ Waltz: Part One ( Chapter 6 )

A/N: I dun own Blood+… because if I did Haji would be in serious trouble.

Alex: Hello all, sadly Sally is to busy whispering in my ear to comment so I’ll just say what needs to be said. I’m sorry that it has been so long since I’ve updated this story but work has been kind of hectic since my boss had to go in for surgery and now we’re having to pick up the slack due to the fact of her being gone for about three weeks…and it’s just started this week. v.v So chapters on most of my stories will probably slow down a lot more than they already have. Sorry, but lets get on with the chapter.

Waltz

(Saya’s point of view)

Saya stared up at the ruins of the old manor that had once been her home, the very place that she had been born and the war between Diva and herself had started. They had been all over the grounds as memories had returned to her some good some bad, the pain in her chest was still sharp now that she knew that she was the one who had stopped time for Haji. If she had known what would happen when she gave him her blood she never would have done it, in reality if she had known any of this was going to happen she would have never let Diva out or have asked Haji to get that stupid flower.

She wondered up the steps to the charred and crumbling walls of the manor and peeked in through the door, the stone and wood floors seemed to be alright in the hall and she carefully placed a foot inside.

“Saya, it’s to dangerous to go inside.” He was directly behind her and she felt her nerves prickle sharply and her heart skip a beat.

“It’s okay, it looks solid enough, maybe…” she continued on inside and he followed not leaving her to be in danger by herself for a moment. They wondered down the halls small scraps of memories surfaced with each step, some were just of Haji and her playing games others were of her walking with the first Joel. She reached back daftly latching her fingers onto Haji’s sleeve as they walked careful not to step on any unsafe looking areas. Just the small act of holding onto his sleeve made her feel safe again, like the entire war wasn’t her fault even though it truly was.

She paused in front of a large door and frowned up at it, small scraps of memory came to the surface, she was saying something about not wanting to learn something. She turned slightly and peeked over her shoulder at Haji, “Um.. Haji… What room is this?” he stared at her for a long moment.

“The ballroom.” She turned back towards the door a frown still on her lips.

“I hated this room, I didn’t like learning how to dance.” She wrinkled her nose at the thought, “All the dances that Joel had me learn were stuffy and complicated.” She pushed against the large charred door and it swung open with a loud groan of its rusted hinges. She looked down at her hand and had to dust off soot as she walked in.

The fire damage hadn’t really gotten that far in this room, the wood paneled walls were a bit charred and the old paintings that had decorated the walls were gone. Stuff from the ceiling littered the floor, the old silver candleholders were missing yet pools of wax lay on the floor where the fire had melted the old white candles. The chandelier lay broken in the middle of the floor covered in cobwebs and soot, the floor itself was alright due to the marble it was made of. The wall of windows that faced towards the garden were busted some missing completely like the heavy velvet drapes that were hanging tattered and burned. Old instruments lay in a heap around the burned piano apparently ones that people had been unable to save.

“You know now that this place looks like this I feel kind of sad, I liked dancing after I learned how.” She stepped farther into the room the heels of her boots clicking lightly on the dirty stone floor.

The room changed in her minds eye, it was clean and glowing with candle light as couples whirled around the ballroom in a graceful waltz, people were laughing and having a good time. They were happy, Saya stood against the wooden wall in her pink silk dress that Joel had given her to wear to the party. He always dressed her in pink it seemed, yet no one seemed to want to dance with her even with all the pains she had went through to learn the dances that everyone was doing, it made her depressed and it hurt somewhat deep in her stomach. Then a hand was held out to her, a hand with long slender fingers, her eyes had shot up to meet the dark blue of Haji’s eyes before she had placed her hand in his so that he could lead her to the dance floor.

He had led her right hand to his shoulder as he wrapped his arm around her waist and caught her left hand up before he began moving them around the floor easily avoiding the other dancers. Each step he took was graceful and fluid as they moved across the floor, Saya hadn’t been able to keep from smiling up at him her heart beating a mile a minute, he always knew what would make her happy. He had danced with her until the song ended and when no one had asked to dance with her he had led her to the floor again and so it had went the entire night until finally a gentleman had asked to dance with her. Saya had peered back at him as she had been led to the floor, the small smile that had graced his face when they had danced was gone replaced by a slightly sadder smile.

Saya turned to look at Haji from her place in the charred ballroom to look at the man waiting for her in the doorway, from the look in his all too expressive midnight eyes she could tell he was remembering the same thing she was. She tilted her head just slightly and studied him for a moment, “Haji?” his eyes turned to focus on her, “Where did you learn how to dance, I don’t remember you taking lessons like I had to.” A slight flush crept into his cheeks and Saya blinked in surprise, Haji never blushed.

“I watched during your lessons.” She frowned slightly.

“Oh… I always wondered after that party. Joel did too, he asked if I had taught you.” She walked back towards the door a thoughtful frown still on her face. She had been so happy that night dancing with him and he had smiled something he rarely did even back then. She stopped just a foot from him and held out her left hand, she wanted to see him smile again so badly that it caused her heart to squeeze painfully. He stared at her hand for a moment before taking it in his own, she smiled up at him and led him to the dance floor turning to face him as she brought her hand up still encased lightly by his bandaged one, her other hand led his to her waist before it slid up to rest on his shoulder.

She let him lead and they moved slowly about the ballroom a melody drifting slowly to mind, it felt odd to be moving around the silent ballroom only the soft clicks of their shoes marring the silence. He moved them smoothly around the broken chandelier, “It’s kind of scary at how familiar this is, the only things missing are the dresses and the people that used to stare at me.” She stared at his shoulder where her hand rested for a long moment before looking up at him, his dark blue eyes were locked on her face and due to her looking up her red brown eyes locked with his. She felt her heart skip a beat then stutter back into a steady rhythm. He continued to watch her as they continued to move and she couldn’t seem to tear her eyes from his.

He shifted them from the slow simple steps into a simple sweeping waltz that carried them around the room. Her heartbeat quickened as they danced and it wasn't due to the pace at which they danced, it was the look in his dark blue eyes. A kind of misty sad lost look, as if he were loosing something that mattered the world to him, her heart stuttered in her chest.

"Haji is something wrong?" he blinked at her for a moment.

"No, nothing is wrong." she watched his eyes, they held that same sadness that night at the ball even without his sad smile to help her read his thoughts. She shifted her right hand moving it to rest over his heart. It beat against her palm in a steady yet quick rythym, yet it skipped a beat when her fingers flexed slightly against his jacket. He was lying to her, hiding his feelings behind all those walls he had made over the years when she was asleep.

"You're not telling the truth Haji." he blinked at her and she couldn't help but smile at him, "It's alright though, I'm just glad that you're here with me." she felt his arm shift around her back drawing her slightly closer much as it had the night they slept under the tree. She only smiled again and moved forward tilting her head to rest it on his chest, she flet his heart thump heavily against her hand again and smiled closing her eyes, she felt safe and warm again. In truth she had wanted to do this the forst time they had danced together but it wouldn't have been proper. Joel would have thrown a fit if she had done this at the party, she sighed, standing like this she felt at peace. Her past wasn't running continuously through her mind, the millions of questions that were always there were silent.

She tilted her head just slightly to peer up at him, he was staring down at her with warm blue eyes. She couldn't stop the slight smile that curved her lips as she nuzzled her cheek against his chest again closing her eyes with a soft sigh. She liked this, it made her feel warm, safe, as it always did. In fact she hadn’t even realized that they had stopped dancing and were standing still just holding one another, it didn’t matter, she was content for the time being

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A/N: Well I suppose that’s it for this chapter, next is Haji’s view just like the last time. I’m really really really sorry that it’s taken me this long to write this out but my boss is still out do to medical reasons. Hopefully when she’s back I’ll have more time to write. I’ll be updating An Angel’s Wings and Record Keeper next, I’m trying to do round robins with them I think. @.@ Just remember to review on all my stories!