When there were you and I ~ a 707/Luciel/Saeyoung x MC story

Chapter 9 - Waking up Again

~Vini Fae POV~

You had changed. You could move. You'd remembered names.  You needed your book. You needed to record it all down. And most of all, you needed to get away from the honey-smelling red-head. You felt like you knew him from somewhere, from before the RFA. You felt drawn to him. You wanted his gaze on you, holding you, remembering you. That was dangerous. Sure he was a hacker, you knew he worked for some covert intelligence agency. But there was no need to drag him into your own mess. You managed to cloth yourself, having found a sweatshirt in the corner of the room,  and thank heavens you were still wearing your pants. . The window from your room was too high to jump down. You could do it, but not unless you had to. Damn Doc and Lula. They knew you too well. You had left a hastily written note for everyone on the bed. Your arms weren't hurt too bad. You had got out of the apartment fast enough. You had stitches on your back. They hurt as you moved around. Your phone was on the table. You opened it and got to work. 4 more minutes and you'd be out. You moved some money around, to Doc and to Lula. It was time to get to work. One thought was constant. One of them were alive. In your journal, your 10 year old self had stated that your 2 best friends were killed, and you let it happen. But you had met one of them. Or you thought so. Remember those names.. Saeren.. Saeyoung. You needed to be sure. And for that you needed your files and your bag.

You knew you needed to talk to the RFA too. But first you wanted to go to James' room. And then to the apartment. You needed that bag. You took a deep breath in and let it out slowly. NOW. You moved to the door and drew it open slowly, checking both ends. The coast was clear. You walked down the hall and turned left. You gulped and swung the door open. It was empty. The windows were drawn open. The daisies from your last visit were in a vase next to the empty bed, a few days old, beginning to wilt. He wanted to live. You sat down next to the bed and placed your head against the bed. He was supposed to live. He'd said that his next life would be as your son. He was a sweet boy. He wanted no one to remember him, causing as little trouble and hurt when he left. The same as you. You couldn't help it and your hands bunched up the sheets. You just want to lie here for a while. Just for a bit more...
"Wake up.." You feel someone gently shaking you "Vi- Vini??!..."
"S..seven?" the name escaped your lips. What was he doing here?  "Do you... Do you remember what happened?", he said gulping. You turned the lights back on and turned to see him. This was the first time you were properly looking at him properly. He was staring at you, from the top to bottom. He smiled a little.
"Looks good on you. It's much bigger though..Cute", he said, nodding at the sweatshirt, on you.
You couldn't stop looking at him.. He was.. hot.. just like his voice.. cute like his voice.. You cleared your throat and asked, " Are you alright?" He laughed a little and before you knew it, you were in his armsand was walking over back to your hospital room "You're surprisingly light..."
"You think I look fat?! The defender of justice is so rude.. Hmph." You replied, pouting and crossing your arms over your chest. At a time like this, you were surprised at how you could joke around. 
He just laughed. He felt good. He sounded better in life than over the phone. You leaned in closer, his body was warm. Safe. He smelled intoxicating.
'Not the time, you need to move' your mind said.
"I need to go back to the apartment Seven", you said, as he gently placed you into your bed. You looked up and his face was not very far from yours.
"Why?",
"I need something fro-"
"It's destroyed."
"What do you mean?"
"The bomb took out everything... I'm sorry."
"Not everything.. I was running out with my bag when the bomb went out.. I need that bag..and another-"
"Oh that thing," Seven rubbed the collar of the his t-shirt slowly, watching you.."You were holding on it like dear life.. It's in the car. So don't worry."
"You didn't... look inside.. did you?" you asked him. If he even saw what was in it, it was just too much to think about. You gulped slowly.
"No.. I'm not that type of hacker." He said, looking offended.
You felt your face grow warmer, and sighed softly. "I just didn't want you looking at my porn collection and underwear.. is all.", you reply, lying through your teeth. You heard him snort.
You relaxed for a bit until you figured out your next move. Your head was starting to ache all over again. Don't forget those names, you told yourself. "Saeren, Saeyoung. Do not forget! "
"What did you just say?" Seven said sharply. You didn't realize that you'd said them out loud. "I'm ...not sure.. Just some names I'd remembered when I woke up. I just need to make sure I don't forget them again. They're.. important" You opened your eyes to see Seven's face looking at you with an expression that you couldn't understand. Shock, surprise? You tried to turn your head away in embarrassment but he was too close.
"Vini ..." he said.
"Apparently that isn't my name... ", you muttered. "I have more names than you now...", you say, trying to look away from his gaze, but you can't. He was so close. You felt pathetic. Why, did he even care..he shouldn't..
"Will you tell me?." he whispered back coming closer. "Don't do that", he said sharply when you tried to cover your face and look away again.
"Sarah.. It's Sarah.." You said lifting your face, your eyes full of tears you were forcefully blinking back. No. No No.No crying. That's for the weak remember? Why was he looking at you like that? Why was he coming closer? His arms were on either sides of you on the hospital bed, trapping you , while he loomed over you. You felt like you were forgetting how to breathe. Everything was starting to swim again, his eyes, his smell. SHIT! Never more did you want to actually fall unconscious more than now. His forehead was touching yours. Your eye-lids started to droop, it was hard to keep them open and you looked at his lips. Is this ok? To think like this? To feel this wonderful, even when you were in pain? A hand came up and took yours from your face. "Say it .. again..." he said. Softly.. Pleading.. You lifted your hand to his hair..His bright red hair. You knew this hair.. "Sae-young" You breathed. You didn't know why..or who he was. But this name.. it suited him.. "Again" he said. His hand holding your face, wiping a tear away as it fell down with his thumb. "Saeyoung", you whispered again. He was smiling now. He looked like a boy you used to know. A boy who would always share his ice cream with you. A boy who promised to marry you. A boy you promised to wait for. Your head hurt. Everything was moving around in circles.
"It can't really be you. You're not him. I'm sorry. You just remind me of someone...who died.." You said slowly. They were alive? Both of them? "How pathetic is this huh..? Forgive me, God Seven.. It would appear that I.. can't .. really do much... after all..." You can't control it anymore. The tears start to fall. Pieces of memories started flooding back. Everything blurred and you just couldn't sit up straight anymore. You fell forward, straight into his chest. His warm chest. REMEMBER THIS TIME! Saeren.. Saeyoung.. Granny with the kittens. The mean lady. The men looking for you and your friends. The pretty lady, who called you a beast. "Maybe I didn't kill you after all.."... Your head starts swimming more. "Vini!" Seven calls out to you, but he seems so far away, and the darkness takes over again.. 

 ~Seven/Saeyoung/Luciel~
It'd been years since he'd heard that name. He'd changed to Luciel after getting baptised, just after meeting Rika and V. But how did she know it? He loved hearing her say it. It made him feel like he was home. A real home. Warm. He wanted her to say it over and over again. It brought back different memories. Not the ones of an alcoholic abusive mother, or an abused brother that he couldn't protect. But a sweeter one, of a girl in a torn purple frock, scraped knees, living in the corner of the street with an  old woman with kittens. They were always starving. She never asked for anything though. Only that he and his brother played with her. And told her stories. She would wait for their mother to go to sleep and then crawl into their rooms from the window to sing them songs to go to sleep. The most beautiful songs he'd ever heard. She always calmed Saeren down when he had a nightmare. He promised to marry her when they were older, so that they could be a real family together. Him, his little brother, and that angel. He hadn't really ever thought of her since joining the agency. She'd supposed to have died back then. Sarah.. Her name was Sarah. Yet, here she was in his arms, asleep, tears flowing. Just like he used to be in hers. He could see she was holding back. Her eyes gave her away, but her face stayed rigid, blank. After a bad day with his mother, she was the one who soothed them, and here she was, needing care. And she'd said he reminded her of someone. She seemed confused. She killed him? How? He reminded her of a Saeyoung who died? He'd heard on the news that his old neighborhood had exploded in a gas leak and it was a major catastrophe, as there were no survivors. He thought she had died too. And yet.. here she was, remembering him. Did the explosion cause her to forget? But the Doctor mentioned a hit-and-run, not an explosion. All these years, and she knew his name. Despite everything, she remembered him. He always thought he would forget, and be forgotten. And here she was. Remembering him.