Behind the dark, gray and dirty cells a little figure with a –once upon a time- white dress moved slightly. She had shoulder-lenght blue hair that reminds a sunny sky, and deep sea blue eyes. However they were lightless while she was batting her eyes. The little girl standed clumsily and approximated her face to the iron door of the cell. She looked to her left and saw at a tall man. He was nearly crawling because of the very low ceiling. They didn't even bother about the ceiling because the floor was for little slaves –little bugs, if you ask them-. He came and stopped in front of her cell while the girl was retreating fast and fear in her eyes.
"Upstairs." He said with a frigid voice.
She was in her thoughts when she heard the sound of keys turning in the key hole. While the two were walking, she recalled her memories.
At the same time, three adults were dragging a chained little boy. He was cursing and kicking and struggling, but to no avail. Together they climbed down the stairs and arrived a floor.
"Damn! Let me go!" the boy yelled and hissed.
They dragged and threw him in a cell.
He snarled. After securely locking the door, they left the floor.
After two minutes silence, a voice heard.
"Uhm, are you okay, where are you from?"
Silence.
"Oi! Metal-boy! Why are you so quiet now?
"Fuck off!"
"Zed-kun, don't!"
The raven haired boy ignored the rest of the conversation, stayed still at his corner but much to his dismay, he fall asleep.
Hours later, he woke up with a sobbing sound.
Juvia tried to hold her tears back, hold them back and stay calm like she always does. But this time…
'How could they?' she thought between her sobs.
"A-are you okay?" a tiny voice asked.
Juvia tried to hold on something, mentally. 'I… need to be strong.'
"Yes." Juvia assured the voice, but mostly herself. She wiped her tears. "Yes, thank you, Kirsikka-san." She mentally smiled. It was very nice of her.
After groaning and yawning, Gajeel saw the men from before. They unlocked and grabbed him. He was still too sleepy to resist, but he quickly glanced at his floor with half-lidded eyes.
There were many little cells around his. There were a little girl with a burgundy-coloured hair. A brunet –the boy who called him metal-face, tsch-, and he can see a crying blunette close to his cell.
"Even though you're a kid, i heard that you're strong, huh?"
Gajeel looked at the man underneath the rock he's carrying. He decided to let it go, he was not in the talky mood right now. He continued his pace, but thinking about his escape plans at the same time. He was not going to let them turn him into a hopeless crying child like that girl. 'Che! I don't like weaklings.'
After rock-carrying they give him a job at the fields. They were working the soil, it was more exhausting than it seems.
'We're not chained right now. And after those lands, comes the Elbrus Mountain. If i can pack myself enough food, and create an opening, i can escape through the—'
"No daydreams!" a man kicked him second time. He tried to stay unaffected but it was hard, his kicking was damn good. After staying like that for seconds, he stood up immadiately, backed away a few steps, and looked at the man with a death-glare.
The man smirked.
"Yes. Go back to work." Gajeel stayed in alert, in a fighting pose. The man ignored him, turned and left. Gajeel clenched his teeth, eventually he calmed himself and got back to working for his good.
Juvia yawned and looked at the man who gave them a bowl of soup. She immadiately crawled near the bars. The man was leaning, and for a second, their eyes met. The man smirked to her while Juvia was backing away with fear and disgust, his teeth were…!
"Oooh, what a cutie… you are!" His smile biggened even more.
'Juvia doesn't think the same for you.' Juvia thought while looking at the man with fear in her eyes.
He leaned against the bars, Juvia's back was on the wall at that time.
"Wanna play with your haii~r!-"
"Hey, pervert, give our food already!" She heard someone yell.
Juvia turned to the voice. There, in the next cell, stood a raved haired boy with some piercing on his face. He has devilish-eyes, looking too strong for a kid. Juvia smiled to the stranger. 'He must be new here.'
Gajeel was pouting, annoyed. The work was tiring already, and some psycho –who was supposed to give them food- was flirting with a little girl.
The freak walked to him, with annoyed face.
"Heard you talk, little bug?"
Gajeel was about to answer when a voice heared.
"Oi, come're, boss is waiting for a meeting!"
"Tsh! Wait a little, dumbass! I'm coming!" He yelled. Then turned to Gajeel and threw his full-with-soup bowl to the little man.
"Bugs shouldn't speak. Learn this."
After this, he turned to the stairs and left the floor. Everyone was silent, some were looking at the ground, some were enjoying his/her meal and some were looking at the boy with curious eyes.
At the same time Gajeel was boiling with anger, while Juvia was looking wit sad eyes to him. She then looked at her soup, 'If i were be able to make something for him too…'