A/N:
OK, to start out with this story will be kind of slow, yet faster paced as the plot continues. There will be no Yuri/Yoai, but here are the couples I chose: Natsu/Lucy. For this pair it may take a little bit of time, since I'm writing the story and nothing quite significant has really occurred between them yet. The next pairing will be Erza/Gerard, but not without a very complicated love triangle.
And yes, there are the other couples like Levy/Gazille, Alzack/Bisca, Mirajane/Freed, Tragic (Maybe) Elfman/Evergreen (If you read on, you'll know what I mean by tragic). And finally Gray/Lluvia (This couple is a little complicated as well)
But anyway, please review because I need some serious feedback to shape the story
Now, let's start the story!
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Fairy Tail characters, or Fairy Tail
-TeenTitanzzLuva
"10th grade," Lucy muttered, as if it were a dream only her mind could only find possible. Lying back, on her pink comforter she could only smile, and daydream about what would come tomorrow.
"Yes," Erza said, standing up majestically; her long scarlet hair, running smoothly down her back.
Then Erza smirked and glanced over at Lucy saying confidently, "I'm going to rule."
As Erza jumped on Lucy's bed simply, and put her hands on her hips, Lucy pretended to bow and said with a grin, "Yes, your most highness."
Erza smiled and said, "It's going to be great Lucy. To see all my friends, my nakama again."
Lucy, lied down on her stomach, and peered up at Erza.
"Tell me about them," she said, with pure curiosity in her feminine voice.
Erza looked down at her and said avoiding Lucy's question, "You'll see."
Just then a maid rushed in, her cheeks flushed and her dark hair windswept. You could tell she was nervous, by the way her eyes were glazed over and that she seemed to lose her balance every now and then. Her legs were unusually pale, and her voice cracked when she said,
"Your father has returned, and..."
Lucy instantly sat up, trembling as if an earthquake were running through her body. Erza bit her lip, and got off the soft pillow-top mattress, wincing a little.
They still had bruises and cuts, from last time…
"Don't worry," Erza said, putting a calloused hand on Lucy's shoulder, which was shaking terribly to the touch. Too terribly.
Erza narrowed her brown eyes, trying to stay strong for her and Lucy, so the maid wouldn't see the fear bubbling up inside of her.
"He wants," the maid took a fearful gulp of air. "H-he wants to see you immediately."
Lucy nodded and said, "Ok, thank you Netta."
Ever since the Heartfilia's adopted Erza she was abused, just as Lucy. She remembered five years ago, when she stepped through the gigantic doors of their mansion:
"Wow," Erza said, a beautiful smile forming on her face. Right now, she was 11 years old and just got adopted.
Her long hair was in a tight braid down her back, and her right eye had a patch on it. She wore a scruffy dress, but to her side was a sword. The only thing she inherited from her deceased family. It was long, and double-sided, the silver color glinting in the sunlight. To keep her upper-body warm, she wore a clean fencing jacket; a proud token she wore just about everywhere.
"I hope, you like your new home," A man said next her with a crisp black suit on, and straight angular features. His dark blonde mustache was neatly trimmed, and he stood with an air she's never seen before.
Innocent to his crude ways at the time, she adored this man. …
When he was signing the adoption papers, she watched his big, masculine hand write upon it, with ease as if it were second nature. Still money seemed of no importance to her, even though she lived in this great estate.
Only a plastic bag of one outfit and some belongings were held in her scrawny hands so money, never seemed to faze her like other people.
"Mistress Lucy is coming sire," a short man, with a beard said, bowing low with formality.
Mr. Heartfilia's nodded and waved the servant off saying, "Begone."
The manservant bowed again, and left the rooms pleasantries.
In a few seconds, a girl Erza's age was cascading down the golden stairs daintily; her eyes set on the steps below her. She wore an exquisite gown that Erza had only seen in movies; it was full of sequins and intricate designs that she had only dreamed of. Would she ever be able to wear something like that?
'She looks like a princess,' Erza thought, feeling awkward in the girls presence.
When she got to them, the girl curtseyed to her them and said, "Father." She grimaced a little, the pain from last night prominent in her features.
Then Lucy looked up and met Erza's eyes, or eye.
Erza felt a familiar rush when she saw those big, innocent looking brown eyes.
From that moment on, a bond passed between them. A sisterly bond they've both longed for their whole short-lived lives.
But, just as quickly as Lucy looked up, she looked down again with a small smile on her beautiful face.
"Lucy," Mr. Heartfilia said with a strict, unnerving tone. "Please guide Erza to her room."
"Y-yes sir," Lucy stuttered, and then gasped.
Mr. .Heartfilia's eyes widened with warning but he said nothing.
Lucy's left hand turned white as she grabbed on her dress, while the other took Erza's warm hand.
Then Lucy smiled beautifully, a sunny smile no one could over rule.
"Let's go," Lucy said brightly.
Erza couldn't help to smile back, and together they skipped up the stairs into their rooms…
End of Flashback
Knocking Erza back to reality, she realized Lucy was looking at her with those kind brown orbs.
"What?"Erza asked, feeling her pulse quicken as she regained her senses.
"We need to go see Papa," Lucy explained with slightly bigger tremor than the ones she was experiencing before.
Erza nodded, and together they set off towards the room.
"Not again," Erza said, fright creeping into her voice.
Taking a deep breath, Lucy raised her arm, marked with a few bruises and knocked on the mahogany doors.
A few seconds later a deep, drunken-filled voice answered, "Enter."
"Man," Lucy said, clenching her fists. "He's drunk again."
Her face turning into one of pity, and disgustiness.
When Lucy opened the door, they stepped in the room together, or more specifically the office.
Lucy sighed sadly, as she saw papers strewn on the ground and files carelessly lying around. He used to be so organized and well put when mama was here…
"If Mama hadn't died…you wouldn't be like this!" Lucy yelled, tears filling her eyes, not feeling scared of him at the moment being. She hated to see him like this. The only life he had filled with mindless parties, alcohol, and countless women. How could he do this to himself and the family he supported?
Erza looked at Lucy with awe, yet raw fear, feeling her adopted father's anger bubble up inside of him from across the room. Lucy was strong, but if she kept it up like this…
"Lucy…" she whispered.
The man stood; his eyes unfocused and his steps unsteady.
He began to take off his leather belt, and laughed by each step.
"Be lucky, you guys are enrolled in school eh?" he said, gaining on them quite quickly.
They both wanted to run, but couldn't frozen in place by fear, anger and anguish.
When he got to them, he looked at Lucy, her eyes brimming with tears while mad at herself that she couldn't stand up for herself more, and run away.
Then he raised his belt, and hit her on her arm causing her to whimper by that horrible stinging feeling; that sound of leather hitting skin echoed around the room grossly.
All Erza could do was turn away, and cry as she heard the screams and cries of her best friend being beaten. She hated herself for it, by not being able to help her friend and cower in the process.
When Mr. Heartfilia dropped to the ground, with drunken sigh and sick smile on his face Erza turned to see Lucy.
Lucy was crying, the tears running down her thankfully cleared face. Bruises started to realign her body, and pain filled her, overwhelming and horrible.
Erza felt tears fill her eyes, although she had seen Lucy in worse conditions. Erza couldn't help, but feel slightly angry that she hadn't taken her friends place.
Erza quickly picked up Lucy's weak body, opened the door and rushed to the bathroom.
As Erza started to run a hot bath Lucy said, "I-I can't take it any-ymore. We need-d to do somet-thing."
Lucy's pretty face was set with pain, yet determination.
"Before we do that," Erza said softly. "You need to take a bath."
Lucy looked at the ground and said, "No I need to-"
"No!" Erza yelled, wiping her real and tortured eye, tears falling on the ground. "Get in now!"
Lucy nodded. As she stripped painfully, Erza turning away, she couldn't believe they were actually going to school.
And with all these bruises on Lucy, they needed to hide them with makeup.
As Lucy entered the tub, she felt her pain soothe away as exhaustion filled its place.
"Hopefully, most of these bruises will be gone by tomorrow," Lucy said sadly, a tear rolling down her cheek.
"If only Mama were still here…" she continued, her eyes taking a glossy and pained look.
Erza smiled softly at Lucy, and squeezed her wet hand.
With mutual pain and understanding, they said nothing else for the rest of the night.
"What should I wear?" Lucy asked Erza, while standing in front of the mirror with only a bra and underwear.
A lot of her bruises were healed, but the ones noticeable would be covered by makeup.
Her pale skin was still smooth and unblemished though.
"Black skirt, or khaki skirt?" she asked, holding the black one in front of her appreciatively.
But when she put the khaki in front of her, she nodded.
"Yup, I'll go with this one."
Erza wasn't paying attention, but staring in Lucy's undergarment drawer. Her eyes wide with amazement and horrification.
'How can she wear that?' she thought to herself.
In a few minutes Lucy said brightly,
"I'm ready!"
Erza turned to look at Lucy.
Lucy was wearing her khaki mini-skirt, with a long-sleeved purple v-neck, layered with a gray camisole. On her feet were strapped up black heels, and her blonde hair was up in its signature ponytail. Today, the ribbon was gray accentuating her shirt.
Lucy looked beautiful, even though she always did.
Erza was wearing a mid-thigh, navy-blue skirt, and black boots that cut off right below the knee. She also wore a white shirt, which hungrily hugged her curves and neck. Her deep red hair was out, except her bangs that were pulled back. Her hair was straight unlike Lucy's which had a curl to the end.
Erza looked gorgeous, yet slightly professional.
When they gathered their stuff, and headed downstairs they smelt a heavenly aroma of food waft around their noses.
"That smells so good," Lucy said to Erza, as they neared the kitchen.
Erza nodded in agreement.
When they got in they saw two plates full of bacon, eggs, a croissant, and a cup of OJ right next to them.
Then their chauffeur came in, fixing his sunglasses and smiling at the two young women.
"Mistresses, you may have to eat in the limo since we're a few minutes behind schedule. So please take your plates, make sure you have everything and let's get out of here."
"Ok Simon," Erza said with a laugh, grabbing her plate of food, as did Lucy.
Walking towards the door, and heading outside into the fresh clean air they couldn't wait to get out of there to…
MAGNOLIA HIGH
Did you like this chapter? Was it well written? Please review, and if you enjoyed this wait to the next chapter called:
"Magnolia High"
The next chapter, picks up the plot a little and introduces you to a few things…or characters if I do say myself xD