Summary : First fic. ONE SHOT! It's this drabble thing after chapter 163 of the manga - after Gérard's been arrested. You get the drift. R & R.
I don't own Fairy Tail. I wish I owned Gérard, Gray and Loki.
Erza sat quietly at a corner of the Guild. The noise, action and commotion were no less there, than at the centre; but she wasn't listening anyway. She could get them to leave her alone, giving her the much needed 'alone-time'. Then again it was their presence that was stopping her from doing something recklessly dangerous. They, her comrades Natsu, Lucy, Gray, Wendy, and everyone else brought her back to Earth, which weirdly was a much more comforting place than the inside of her mind.
Unconsciously, she fingered her hair. . .scarlet.
"The colour of your hair! So I'll never forget it!"
-She reminisced Gérard exclaiming, when they were children, "You can be Erza Scarlet."
Erza Scarlet.
It was who she was today. Because of him? No. A lot of people made her who she was, today. Her nakamas of Fairy Tail, her old nakamas, her grandfather
But Erza Scarlet ? She WAS Erza Scarlet because of Gérard Fernandes. For Gérard Fernandes. Only for Gérard Fernandes.
So he'd remember.
"Are you okay, Erza?" Lucy asked, concerned.
Erza wiped the trickle of moisture from her cheeks , "Of course, I am."
Gérard sat in one of the dark, lonely chambers of Magic Prison. He felt exceptionally confused, but loneliness gave him the time to cope with it. His memories were gone. A part of him wanted to escape from the mental torture of emptiness. And then another part of him was very afraid. He didn't want to become evil, or hated again. Ever.
It hurt to think that he was never loved. He was what they say. . . Evil.
At the word love , a flash of memory ran through his mind. The scarlet haired young woman.
Erza. . . Erza Scarlet. All he could remember was that she was a friend, whom he'd hurt. He felt terrible for it. Horrible. He didn't know why the emotion was so strong.
Even though, they had been enemies in the past, she convinced him not to die she said such words of kindred even though they were foes. And for the first time he felt elated. She meant something to him. Something ever so important.
Erza Scarlet. He smiled to himself. The colour of her hair. How could he forget.
