Fried and Mirajane

The Diary of Jane – by – Breaking Benjamin

When you think you've waited long enough and you're at your limit

All you can do is wait some more.

-X-

"Did you just use me for your own selfish gain? Was that all I was to you – a toy to be played with, a tool to be handled? Was that how you saw me, something to be passed around? Were your feelings even real?

Because minewere."

He could still hear the angst in her voice, feel her breath - hot against his skin, and yet she was so far away. Why was she so far away? Why couldn't he see her? Why couldn't hetouch her? Why couldn't he sense her presence anymore? Why? Because she was gone.

And it was all his fault. She died by his hand, she perished at his feet. Her soul wasted because of him, and it was all his fault.

An eternity spent in the depths of hell

Forever, never my soul to tell

That you belong to me

The moment that you are gone

A twinge of pain started at the rememberance of her and regret flooded his mentality. The feeling of playing the bad guy – yes. He, Fried Justine, knows the feeling. He knows it all too well.

My soul burns and waits for you, but all I can do is wait.

He hopes that she'll come waltzing through his door, nonchalantly asking him if he wants a cup of coffee, to which he would reply yes. He hopes that she will come back, and he waits – even though he knows it's useless.

My soul yearns and cries for you, but all I can do is wait.

He hopes that he can see her again, even though what he longs for is so far away, unreachable even.

My mind's eye desires to see you, but all I can do is wait.

Wait, yes – wait. Waiting was what he did for her and he never got anything in return. Waiting was what he did for her and yet, his efforts proved futile.

My soul burns and waits for you, but all it can do is wait.

If – by – Bread

I was but a simple painter – looking for my muse

-X-

Colors – lively colors, drab colors, pastel colors, sad colors. To pick, to choose. It was all something I never payed attention to, I just painted whatever I damn well pleased. Because it was all pointless and unimportant to me.

That is – until I met her.

He sighed softly. He was Fried Justine – he didn't stress over little things. He was the calm, collected, world-renowned artist who painted beautiful pieces and reeped what he sowed. So why did he find his resolve crumbling all because of this one girl.

Her laugh came like a sound from heaven, barely reaching his ears – sweet, innocent, as if God himself had bestowed to her eternal joy. And her eyes, like cerulean waters cascading, blessing him with their beauty.

He was Fried Justine – as was previously stated – and he could do anything he set his mind to. So why did he waver in her presence? Why did he find himself wanting to break her, to make her his and no one else's – because he was Fried Justine.

You were but a simple painter, searching for your muse.

Kiss It All Better – by – He is We

And just when I had found love

It vanished into thin air – leaving absolutely nothing but a memory

-X-

He jumped at the sound of a gunshot and turned to face the source. But what he saw was not what he was expecting – it was far worse.

Mira – love! Please, don't leave me.

He remembered the pure agony he felt at the sight of her bleeding, slowly dying. He wasn't there to save her. The green-haired man clicked his tongue in annoyance, thouroughly irked as he recalled the man's face – the man who destroyed everything. The one who took away everything.

A sudden change in his expression caught the attention of the guard who was watching him, his lips tugging upwards in a smirk as he recalled the sight of that very same man's confident smirk twisting into an expression of horror, pain, and suffering. He had asked for it the moment he'd even thought of pulling the trigger on his lovely betrothed.

He felt as if he was losing his mind, and truthfully, he probably was. She was his world, his reality – his sanity. And he, indeed, had lost her.

"Justine! You gotta guest. And do somethin' about your face, you don't wanna scare her away." The tan-skinned man sent him a wink and he returned it with a weary smile.

Over the past weeks that he had been here, Fried had made an acquaintance out of the jailer. Benny felt for him as he poured out his reason for being in the cell, receiving a sympathetic face afterwards.

I would've done the same thing if I was you, beeee-lieve me.

Fried had appreciated the joking tone the taller man had put in, but no matter what happened, it wouldn't bring his beloved Mirajane back.

The ex-runes-mage sighed as he sat down unceremoniously in front of a girl in her late twenties – he presumed. Because hey, as powerful as he was, he didn't know everything.

He tried to smile, but it came out as more of a drunkened grin.

"May I help you?" He never forgot his manners – he was Fried Justine.

The girl looked at him with fear in her eyes – her vocalization soft, afraid.

"A-ano, are you Fried Justine-san?" He groaned as he answered, his voice rough against his throat.

"Woman believe me, I wouldn't be here if I wasn't." He raised one delicate eyebrow when he heard her response.

"I apologize for taking up your time, sir." She shyly glanced up at him and he found himself sighing yet again as she continued.

"But I just wanted to know, um, why did you kill my brother? He was the only son and now," The young girl looked down and gave a bitter laugh. "You see, he was supposed to inherit our family business but now. Well, they just don't trust me and see me as a disappointment." She brought her head up to lock eyes with him, blinking back oncoming tears.

He smiled at her as he tiredly lifted a delicate hand to his forehead, his fatigue suddenly somewhat unbearable. Struggling to reply, he – instead – offered up a question of his own.

"Why did your brotherkill my girlfriend? She was my everything."

The girl stared at him, bewildered – as if this was the first she had heard of this.

"You mean you didn't know? He killed her, so I killed him." His impassive gaze followed her movement as she stood up fluidly and bowed to him.

"I'm very sorry for your loss. I-I did not know. Gomen." She turned and left, so he did too, sluggishly retreating to his cell.

He killed her so I killed him – it's only fair.

Since she was my everything.

All I Wanted – by - Paramore

When you journey out into the world

Don't expect me to be waiting for you when you come back

-X-

He'd run away from his obligations and had expected her to be waiting there when he returned – a careless assumption. He had foolishly pushed her away, when she was all he ever wanted and more.

He had fought through many battles, defeated many monsters – only to find her missing when his mission was through.

He looked down, saddened that Mirajane had broken their little vow.

She had promised him that she would always wait for him, even if it meant she would wait forever. Even if it meant giving up her time, even if it meant giving up her loved ones. As long as she could be with him – even if it meant her death.

He didn't think his nightmares would become his reality.

She was dead and he was not.

At least yet.

Brave Face – by – Melissa Polinar

True love – something that I would never know the taste of

-X-

It was dark and gloomy the day I let happiness slip away. An event that I would never forget - a decision that I would always regret.

If I had just told him how I felt. If I had just let him know. I mean, sure – he had thousands of girls flocking around him like a – whatever girls tend to flock around. You can't blame me – I didn't get out much. But when I did, I went all out.

And somehow, that was when I met him.

Confession – something that was never in my vocabulary.

I was Mirajane, I didn't have to confess to guys – they always came up to me before I had the chance anyway.

Confession – something that was unheard of to me.

But not him, he was different. He was Fried Justine – skilled with the sword and very easy on the eyes as well.

Confession – something that was never in my vocabulary – until it was too late.