Rating: T for violence and gore, some swearing too
Pairing: Mystogan/Lucy
Disclaimer: I do not own Fairy Tail in any shape, size or form. All rights goes to Hiro Mashima.
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/Ca·e·ci·ta·te/
Noun – Latin
The state of being blind or lacking sight.
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Lucy looked on ahead, her head resting on her hand. She gave a soft smile to Mira, who was making drinks for her and her fellow guild mates. She giggled lightly as the snow haired woman scolded her teammate, who was searching for his jeans around the rowdy guild. Shaking her head in mirrored disapproval at Gray's bad habit she turned her head to her fellow bookworm, who had her head stuffed between the slightly tattered pages. Feeling a heated gaze at the back of her head, she glanced around and caught the ruby red eyes of the residential iron dragon slayer, who looked away quickly. Giggling once more, she leaned into Levy's ear.
''Gajeel is looking.'' She whispered as quietly as she could, and grinned in satisfaction as her friend's face painted itself red. The bluenette whipped her head around, looking for the tall raven haired man. Lucy shook her head – the girl's crush on Gajeel was just too obvious. If they don't end up dating soon, she might even consider teaming up with Mira to get these two together already.
''Lucy~.'' Mira called out as she placed the cup of steaming hot coffee in front of her. Lucy rubbed her hands. It was almost winter, the climate was getting cooler by the day and the blonde tried to keep herself as warm as possible. Gray didn't seem to mind thought, because she doubted he would be in his underwear outside in weather like this.
Reaching out towards the cup, her eyes trailed the porcelain as she noticed the rapidly growing crack. Mira came by, wiping off the last drops of water from the glass mug in her hand. She looked slightly concerned as she glanced at the Celestial mage who stared blankly at her coffee.
''That's a bad omen Lucy, here, let me change it.'' She reached for the mug but Lucy quickly drove the porcelain through the counter surface near herself. She forced a smile out for the takeover mage who looked at her with blue eyes shining with concern. She was such a wonderful role model, and her two siblings were very lucky to have her. She briefly wondered what it would be like if she had any siblings, but quickly swiped the thought away with a reassuring smile plastered on her doll-like face.
''its fine Mira-san, no worries.'' She fanned her hand in front of the 'demon' as Mira gave her one last doubtful look and walked towards her brother. Lucy sighed and looked down. A sudden wave of anxiety rushing through her body as the keys strapped to her belt tingled. Bad omens for a celestial mage were always a very bad sign indeed, but she brushed it off too. No matter what, she'll overcome everything heading her way.
At least she hoped so.
So with a slightly fake smile, the blonde looked at the still blushing bluenette with a mischievous glint in her brown eyes
''So Levy, about Gajeel..-''
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With every step he took, fresh blankets of snow were crushed by his weight. Fluffy snowflakes landed on his eyelashes and he drew his mask up as high as he could. Grasping a stave with a fan from his strap, he chanted a spell under his breath, as the familiar building's door came closer and closer to his line of vision. It was about time he took another job for himself, and with winter coming he might want to finish a quick request or two. Stepping into the silencing guild unnoticeably, he made out the soft 'thumps' of people falling asleep on tables, or falling to the floor. But he paid no mind, it was always like this.
He could see Master Makarov trying to keep his eyes opened, seemingly exhausted as Mystogan passed by, going straight towards the job request board.
But a loud crash seemed to draw both of their attention, and the masked man wished he hadn't turned around to see at all.
His heart clenched with every single drop of blood and brown liquid dripping onto the wooden floor. Colorful shards of porcelain bore their fangs at the creamy skin of one of the newest members of the guild. Mystogan's breath came short, as his feet seemed to sprint automatically to the blonde's side, and he could see master doing the same. Placing a shaky hand on the girl's shoulder, he turned her body around warily, and almost instantly he drew back, the blood leaving from his face in an instant.
The first thing he noticed were the slight cuts running down her lower face, as what seemed to be coffee and red liquid steamed from above. Mystogan took a shaky breath, realization dawning to him as his stomach churched violently.
Where the lovely chocolate orbs were supposed to shine brightly, blood and shards replaced the image.
Lucy Heartfilia, the beloved Celestial mage of the guild called Fairy Tail, had now undeniably lost her light.
And it was his entire fault.
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A/N: So I was kind of feeling angst-y, so I decided to write this down real quick. I simply adore Mystogan/Lucy fanfics, but sadly, this crackship isn't as popular as others, so I decided to write my own version. I don't even know if I should continue this? I had this idea for quite a while and when I wrote this, it started to sound really dumb to me. ;_; Well no matter, this ship needs some more love~, so I thought – what the heck, why not – and decided to publish this either way. This was pretty short, but for a decent prologue, it sufficed for me.