Scarlet.
The color of the roses in his garden, before they came. There was always sun on those roses, their velvety red soaking in the brightness.
The color of fresh blood. The color of seeing his family be ripped apart by those horrible soldiers, and him taken away. The last thing he remembers is seeing a shining spray of blood spattered across his teddy bear. (What? He had had one. Wasn't he allowed?)
The color of a girl who'd lead a rebellion just to break him out of chains. Hair flying, brown eye flashing- eye? That's right. She lost the other trying to save him. Funny thing, that. Why would he have needed to be saved?
The color of the flames that rose from the burning ships. Mixed with gold. The color of losing her, again. The color of betrayal, for those he'd made her leave.
The color that clouded his eyes with hatred against everything, and a fanatic drive to make things right. Only, it wasn't right at all, was it?
The color of her blood. That scarlet, he regretted more than anything. Why would he regret that? It was bad that she was bleeding, but it hadn't been his fault, had it?
The color of her pants and sword hilt. Why would she have a sword, anyways? And why would it be pointing at his chest? She wasn't wrong to do it, he knew. So what had he done first?
The color of her hair. That's why he remembers.
A/N The roses are totally made up, as is the teddy sadly. But really, imagine Jellal with a teddy! It'd be soooo cute!
Hey guys, it's Tsubaki, I'm so excited to share this account :) (ie, slightly terrified) This is my first story, so tell me what you think.
-Tsubaki