A/N: Okay, I decided to rewrite this (technically this is rerewritten but whatever). A big thank you to Rucabear and guest for your inputs in the situation because I can't handle big situations like this alone.
This story will follow its first version more closely this time, but with elements of the second version as well. Changes are obvious in this chapter. Characters stay roughly the same save for name and minor appearance changes from the children.
First chapters are a nightmare to write. I cried three times while trying to write this. I hate writing first chapters but I hope this is bearable enough, things should be less clunky and produce less frustrating tears in the chapters to come.
If you're an old reader and still decide to read this, then thank you, I really appreciate it! And to new readers, enjoy!
Fall For You
Break ups. Mysterious men. And children with a mission. The Winx suddenly break things off with the Specialists after meeting new guys, not knowing their true intentions. Now, it's up to the Specialists and some mysterious children from their escort mission to set things right. But will they succeed? Or will their bright futures together cease to exist? Rerewritten.
Chapter 1: ..and Nothing Could Ever Ruin This
The skies were awfully dark even if it was just about noon, painted with merely grays and hues of dark blues as large, dark clouds loomed over everything, making the atmosphere awfully cold and dark even the darkest or coldest of creatures would shiver or flinch even for just a moment at the unforgiving ambiance. Even the room they were in looked like the stuff of those apocalyptic movies as one of the usually bright and luxurious palace's rooms had faded walls, the paint peeling off as jagged, unpredictable lines dangerously threaded across the room like spider webs, almost ready to collapse and close into her and everyone she knew, everything she knew. Who she was.
They were destroying her and everyone she knew and loved, little by little, it was almost agonizing. They were destroying her world, in exchange for their sick dystopia. And they weren't even actively trying to kill someone or commit violence. All they needed were their pretty faces and gentlemanly mannerisms, add a time spell for that and the rest was history.
She was going to be history.
No- screw that, she won't even be history. She'll just cease to exist, fade into mere nothingness.
And honestly? That's far more terrifying.
She looked around. All around her were kids either around the same age as her or younger, and they seemed to be doing different things. Some appear to be trying to distract themselves from the shattering world around them, others, mostly the younger ones, seemed to be blissfully unaware of what was happening (her little brother was one of them, babbling nonsense as he colored- more like scribbled- on her coloring book), and the remaining ones were close to the door filled with hushed and urgent whispers in the other room, trying to eavesdrop. The adults- their parents- were all in the other room, discussing and debating their next move about their crisis but not before ushering the younglings in the other room.
"We don't have much time left," One of the adults in the other room nearly whimpered. It was one of her aunts- well, not really. But her mother was friends with them and they were her friends' mothers as well so of course her parents would insist calling them that- the soft-spoken and sweet one. She liked this aunt, she was her best friend's mother and often gave them treats. The fact that her usually calm and composed aunt's voice was quivering made her a bit uneasy.
She couldn't hear much after that, now that the adults realized they were probably talking a bit too loudly. So all she heard were hushed whispers that were slowly turning more harsh and urgent until it turned to defensive shouts and arguments. A sudden slap to the face in response to a personal matter and a moment of stunned silence later, the door creaked open and the kids who were eavesdropping- a girl and three boys- scampered off either to their siblings or to some corner as some adults walked out of the room with looks of uncertainty and regret as they approached their children to inform them of what they will need to do.
Her parents were hesitant in approaching her, their steps slow and steady as the floor beneath them creaked in every step of the way. She stood up, ready to approach them herself when she realized something.
She squinted. Their legs...why could she see through them?
"Mommy, daddy...?"
"Sweetheart..." Both her parents knelt in front of her to her height, her mother holding her shoulders firmly as if she was afraid her daughter was going to disappear into thin air. She looked around, all her friends were getting the same treatment. "You're going to have a mission."
...
"We...need to talk."
Her words constantly rang in Sky's mind as he revved up his wind rider, speeding through the empty forest. The skies were a beautiful orange color, accompanied with hues of pink and purple as the sun prepared to set for the day, and the forest was rather peaceful, cool air brushed against his skin and the constant chirping of birds and the rustling of leaves kept his mind temporarily at ease. However, even the warm sky and the cool forest couldn't calm his nerves at what news Bloom might bear on the other side of the forest.
And nothing could ever ruin this. They were celebrating about something again, something about a villain's defeat. But he didn't care. She was in his arms, laughing at some stupid joke he made. Alive and well. Happy. And that was all that mattered.
Bloom seemed serious in that phone call, her voice full of sadness and regret as she insisted that he meet her in person for her to tell him whatever it was she wanted to tell him. Sky frowned, still hoping for the best.
And nothing could ever ruin this. He thought as he shared sticky kisses with her, their breaths cold and lips stained with chocolate and strawberry ice cream.
Sure, their relationship hasn't been in the best condition lately, but whose were? Stella doesn't seem to be all gushy around Brandon anymore, Flora appeared to be distracted whenever she was with Helia, Musa and Riven aren't even seeing eye to eye as far as he knew, Tecna and Timmy's passionate discussions were becoming shorter, and Layla even went as far as ignoring Nabu sometimes. And aren't relationships supposed to be like that? With bumps in the road and a rollercoaster of emotions? He took a whip of air, it's only normal. Surely, their relationship could survive such a small bump, right?
And nothing could ever ruin this. It was a dance ball. She was nervous so with a smile he took her hand and lead her to the dance floor. "I'll teach you," He smiled, and she did too.
The other guys found it suspicious that their relationships started going downhill the moment the girls befriended another group of mysterious, suspicious guys. "We're just friends," They all insisted smoothly, and so they believed them. Well, Sky at least, while the others openly complained about the men behind their backs.
"That asshole-!" Riven was seething with rage as he paced around his room, his footsteps heavy. "I just- want to wipe that stupid smirk from his face soo bad-!" Max, Musa's apparent friend, had challenged the spike haired Specialist to a duel. Riven could have won if it weren't for the damn brat cheating.
"I don't like him either," Timmy admitted, distaste evident in his face. And by 'him', he meant Ethan, the guy who his girlfriend was apparently friends with, also known as the guy who seemed to love challenging his ideas and embarrassing him in front of his own girlfriend.
Of course, not one of them wanted to tell their girlfriends about their distaste for the guy friends. They would just think that they're 'jealous', which they are, in a way, but that's not the point. It's like the mysterious men just like to mess with them for some reason.
Sky tried being neutral of the situation. He acted friendly towards Bloom's friend, Landon, and tried his best not to badmouth the guy behind his back. Sure, there have been slips here and there but Bloom seemed to appreciate Sky's maturity.
Bloom told him not to worry, and so he didn't.
And nothing could ever ruin this. He didn't know what he did. She was screaming at him. Everything was a blur, his fist hurt as he was pushed out of the door, the last thing he saw was her enraged face and his smirk.
Everything will be okay. He tried reassuring himself as the familiar pink school came into view. The campus was nearly empty at this point, with few students returning back to their dorms, so it took Sky less than a minute to spot a head of red hair standing near the winged gates. Sky gulped as he pulled out his helmet and got off the wind rider, approaching his girlfriend with slow and hesitant steps. Here we go.
"Bloom?" The said redhead whipped her head around so quickly to the point where Sky nearly flinched.
"Sky!" Bloom gasped and smiled upon seeing her boyfriend, but her smile looked sad. Sky gulped.
And nothing could ever ruin this. "Oh no, that can't be good," Riven had said after Sky had told them about the phone call. "She's probably going to dump you." Sky didn't believe it, or rather, he didn't want to believe it. So he just brushed Riven's comment off and went off, somewhat confident that he'll come back still with his relationships intact. But he also felt a bit uneasy as he thought about what Riven said, usually he said those things as jokes. But it wasn't funny. And no one was laughing.
Sky awkwardly put his helmet at his side as he approached Bloom. She seemed nervous, and didn't make an effort to hug or kiss him at all. "So, uh, what do you want to tell me?"
Bloom's smile dropped, and she looked down, rubbing her neck. It's almost as if it was in slow motion, when Bloom said those words so clearly and painfully.
"Can...we break up?"
Nothing could ever ruin this.
And yet, everything is ruined.
A/N: See? Very reminiscent of the first version, the second part I mean. The chapter name is named after one of my favorite YouTube videos by the way. Whoever can guess it will, um, win, I guess.
I hope this chapter is at least a little bit concise. If you're confused about anything then feel free to ask, just know that I barely check in this site during some days so my replies might be late.
I'll try to finish up the latest chapter of At Loose Ends tomorrow, and then I can finally work on that Diaspro fic...
Anyway, um, till next time!