So I actually dreamt of the concept of this story, but only when I woke and thought about it I found I could relate it to FairyTail! So here we go with chapter one of 'Read my heart, not my mind' Yay~!
Chapter 1: The beginning
A young, 6-year-old, Lucy Heartfillia laid in her bed, curled into a ball under the covers, with only the top of her blond head was visible . Soft sobs were heard coming from her as she was quietly crying. Just earlier that day she had to attend a funeral, her mother's funeral. She didn't want to disturb her father, whom she knew was also mourning in his room above her, so she tried to stop the tears.
She poked her head out of her covers and looked at the clock on her bedside table, seeing it read 12:00 AM and sniffled. She then felt a small sting within her head that caused her to gasp in pain. It was gone as soon as it hit, and she brought her hand up to her forehead where she felt it at. Suddenly it hit again but stronger, causing her to cry out as she clutched her head. It once again went away and she looked forward and saw her vision begin to blur. She tried to focus her eyes but they began to close and she lost the battle falling into unconsciousness.
She awoke with a start and looked at the clock seeing it read 11:00 AM and slowly climbed out of bed. She walked over to her door and opened it before stepping out into the hall. She noticed the servants were bustling about but something was wrong with them. She looked closer and saw different colors erupting from around their forms. One of the servants, a young man, met her eye and gave her a smile. She let out a scream of fear and shut her door quickly, startling the poor boy. He knocked on the door asking if she was okay but she shouted at him to go away.
"D-Don't worry Lucy-sama, I'll go get your father!" He hollered, and he turned and ran off toward her father's office. Lucy curled her arms around her legs and rested her head on them. She heard a knock on the door followed by her father's voice.
"Lucy? What is the matter?" He asked. She reached up and unlocked the door letting him in, but closing it quickly. She looked up at him and gasped as she saw Brown and yellow around him.
"N-No! Father what is h-happening!? Everyone is being eaten by colors ! WHAT DOES THIS MEAN DAD!?" She cried out.
"…Colors?" He asked them let out a gasp. "Lucy… so you do have it…"
"*Sniff* Have w-what?" She asked through tears.
"Lucy, your mother had a unique ability, remember how she could always find out what you were feeling?" Lucy nodded as she sniffed, "Well she was able to see the aura's, or colors as you call them, around people and using those could tell what they were feeling. Now, since she isn't here to tell you what each color means I will tell you what she told me they mean. Red is anger, Orange is relief, Yellow is worried, Green is happiness, Blue is Nervousness, Purple is fear, Indigo is confusion, and Brown is sadness."
''So that means I'm… okay?" She asked with hopeful eyes.
'Lucy! Were you not listening to me! You have an ability that others do not have, and aren't supposed to have! You are far too different from others! You must not tell a soul about this power you have! Only you and I will know! We cannot have you disgrace the family name child!" He shouted as he shook her.
"I-Im sorry father…" she sobbed out.
"Now get ready for your day, I expect you downstairs in 10 minutes!" he said as he left her room. She sat on the floor and began to cry.
'Im a freak now…' She thought as she cried harder.
17-year-old Erik let out a sigh as he plopped down on his new bed. He looked around his new room and took in all the details. It was a decent sized room, with a full sized bed leaned up against the center of the back wall and a wooden end table with a snake skinned lamp, a picture of him and a girl with purple hair in a purple snake skinned frame, and a black alarm clock. On the far left wall was a desk placed under a window, with his laptop and different office supplies on it, given to him by t=his new 'family'. Next to that was a bookshelf that was full of different books, both fiction and non-fiction that was also given to him. on the other side was a wooden dresser with 5 drawers, and a cage holding his pet snake on top of it. His closet was a decent size and was full of his shirts and different boxes he had yet to unpack. ON the wall in front of him was a big TV with his X-box hooked up to it, and a Shelf next to that with DVDs on it also given to him by his new 'family'. The walls were a dark red, and the bedding on his bed were purple, which was his favorite color. He let out a sigh as he heard his new foster parents talking in the other room.
"What are we suppose to do with him? you know we can't keep taking care of these children!" Said his foster mom. She was a woman with long brown hair kept in a bun, and had brown glasses over her brown eyes. She worked as a librarian and hated a lot of things.
"But dear, think about how much he suffered at his past home, what that man did to that kid is cruel and undeserving. He needs a place t call his own, and not in an orphanage!" Said his foster father. He was a man with short black hair and brown eyes. He worked as a police man and couldn't turn his back on people in need.
"Well that's not our problem, seriously. Who the hell even lets a single man with multiple personality disorder adopt kids!"
"Well it's too late honey, it's already been decided."
"…Okay fine… this is the last kid though got it?"
"Yes ma'am!" He said. Erik shook his head with a snort and turned over in his bed. He let out a grunt as he began to hear the thoughts of his foster parents, and decided to put in ear buds to drown out the noise.
Erik has a strange ability that has gotten him into trouble over the years within the system, for some reason he can read the minds of everyone around him. Because of this ability, he has been through 10 different homes within the 10 years he was in the system. His longest record was a year and a half, and the shortest was his previous one, a week. The year and a half was not his fault because the couple split up and having him within the home caused issues so he had to leave them. That was the one home he actually cried over leaving, the rest not so much because they didn't show him the care that family did. Instead they shunned him when they found out about his ability.
A knock at the door brouhgt him back to reality and he got up and answered the door to see his foster father standing there. He stepped aside and let him in, while his thoughts flew into his head.
'This poor kid, I hope he likes it here. Oh look at that, it's a snake! Wow didn't know he had one, I hope Lumi won't mind. Oh well she can't say anything, I will fight her for this kid. Now then time for business, I hope he doesn't mind going to school…'
"Hello Erik," Said the man.
"... I prefer the name Cobra…" He responded. 'Oh okay, great way to start a first impression Dron, get it together! This was in his files damnit!' Erik forced himself not to chuckle at that. 'don't trust my file, something's aren't in there that should be,' He thought to himself
"Right, well Cobra, I wanted to talk to you about a few things, is that alright?" He asked. Erik shrugged in response and sat on his bed. "…Okay… so first some rules. I know you're a teenager so you will need some freedom and may even rebel, so I'll keep it simple alright? First rule, always check in with us. You can go wherever you want, whenever you want, but just let us know who you will be with, and where you are going. Sound fair?" Erik nodded in response, relieved this family wouldn't try to keep him on lockdown, yet.
"Second, you will be in charge of your own chores around the house, like cleaning your room, doing your own laundry, and paying for anything with your own money. Also we will each rotate with doing dishes each night okay?" Again Erik nodded.
"And lastly, If you ever need to talk to me about anything, no matter what it is, feel free to come talk to me okay? Im here for you Cobra, whenever you need me," He said with a small smile. Erik looked at him for a second before shrugging. "Okay, well I guess that's it then, oh wait! I went ahead and enrolled you in school already, your first day will be tomorrow, so make sure you get to sleep tonight." With that the door closed and Erik let out a sigh.
"Talk to you about anything huh? Yeah right… they all say that at first… but once you know of my weirdness, you won't want to put up with me anymore…" Muttered Erik as he made sure he had his I-pod and headphones by his Black and purple checkered book bag, and laid down on his new bed and grabbed the picture of his end table. He looked at it with a small smile, before putting it back and falling asleep.
There we go guys! Hope you enjoyed! I'll see you guys next update, and leave a review telling me what you think so far. Also, how messed up should I make his old home be? Really messed up, with lots of angst and heartache, or just normal messed up with slightly less angst and heartbreak? Also do you want me to refer to him as Cobra, since that's what the other characters will call him? Or stick with Erik? be honest now~! PsychopathicXAngel out!
