This is to be a two-shot series featuring Jellal and Erza in an Alternative Universe. I've been liking those types of stories lately.
Author: ILAUGHATYOUALL
Disclaimer: It's on Fanfiction, right? (Looks nervously to right, then left, then right, then left...etc)
Summary: Jellal was blue. He was defined as a radical by many. He spoke out against the corrupt officials and criminals who ran their country. He wouldn't stand by injustice. He made mistakes. He took everything into his own hands. That was his first mistake. And she was red, very, very red.
"This country is dead. Look around, and tell me what you see. I'll tell you what I see. I see a governing structure that is filled with holes. I see society crumbling around the idea of equality and manufacturing. Equality is good. Manufacturing is good. But when do we cross the line?! They've crossed the line.
"Equality for criminals? Murderers and thieves, running free because of that goddamn new law that gave the court the right to accept or deny whatever witnesses they want? What about manufacturing? Manufacturing people?! This denies everything that we have ever stood for!
"I believe in a new hope. That's why I, Jellal Fernandez, am presenting this petition to the High Governmental Office. That's why I call all of you-"
"Jellal."
"... to stand with me-"
"Jellal!"
"... and change this city!"
"Jellal Fernandez! Silence yourself and sit down!"
The room was quiet. Only the heavy breathing of the Speaker was heard, as he leaned over his desk. The blue-haired college student of nineteen was the only other standing. He pursed his lips and sat down hard in his seat. His dark green eyes roamed the Speaker's black ones. After a moment, he leaned back into his chair and crossed his arms, sighing heavily. He didn't break eye contact.
The older man was the one that broke it. He looked to the side of the conference room, where a row of chairs sat against the wall. It was empty, except for the seat at the end, in which sat a young red-haired journalist, who was busy jotting down notes. She wore dark rimmed glasses, but her bangs covered her right eye.
He ran his hair through his almost non-existent dark grey hair. He blinked at the silent members of the committee. Makarov was almost smouldering, his eyes pinning Jellal's sulking form. Lahar was also glaring at Jellal, but not with the same intensity. His stare was more cold, calculating, even.
The Speaker sighed heavily again. "Would Representative Lahar of the Defense Force have any more propositions to uphold in this meeting?"
Lahar shook his head, frowning at the old man.
"Then, this meeting is adjourned."
The council stood, and most everyone left. Many sent dirty looks at the Speaker, and others glared more at Jellal. Thirty seconds later, the blue-haired boy and the red-haired girl were the only ones in the room.
Jellal strode over to her, frowning.
"What are you still doing here?" he asked, standing near her. She didn't look up. She was writing notes furiously on her notepad.
"Oi," he said, a little louder, "We need to leave. The meeting is over."
He tapped her shoulder, trying to rouse her from her trance of writing on the notepad.
"Erza! Get up!"
"Oh, fine," she mumbled, snapping her book shut and glaring up at Jellal. Her grey eyes were sharp, as always. She cocked an eyebrow up at him.
"You wanna get something to eat?"
Minutes later, they were sitting at a table in a coffee shop, across from the City Hall. Erza was munching on a piece of strawberry cake, while Jellal was sipping a caramel latte. Neither said a word. They were both watching the news:
"The masked vigilante has appeared yet again in the Honai district, home of Representative Lahar Daie. Officials, including Representative Daie, have expressed their concerns over this individual, but also the effectiveness over local law enforcement. Here we have a picture of the suspect. He can be seen on the corner of the photograph, taken in the late hours of last night. It appears that the suspect is jumping from the rooftops, but authorities assure us that this is not the case." A black figure could be seen, just barely, climbing onto a rooftop. The next photo depicted this same figure jumping off of a rooftop.
Jellal yawned. "Boring!" he declared, gesturing toward the television, "I've seen more interesting things on GBS."
Erza nodded in agreement, not taking her eyes off of the screen. "Maybe they're trying to bore you to death. It's easier than assassinating you." She took another bite of her cake, but missed the frosting. Her nose twitched in irritation.
"No, they wouldn't kill me off just yet," Jellal mused in a bored tone, "They probably think to set an example of me. It'll be all in the media and everything. I can't wait."
"Sarcasm doesn't suit you," she chided, turning her face to look at him, "You should go for... over-enthusiastic."
"Well I don't want to seem like a machine, but pedophiles aren't the type I'm looking for."
Erza put her spoon down, rested her elbows on the table, and laid her chin on her hands. She looked up at him skeptically. Off-handedly, he deduced that she was wondering what being a pedophile had to do with being over-enthusiastic.
He raised his eyebrows at her. "What's that face for?"
"Nothing," she muttered, "Just nothing."
"Listen. I have an idea."
"Yeah?"
"Do you think later we could... I dunno..."
"Hm? What is it?"
"Like, you and me could... go and..."
"Eat dinner sometime?"
"Yeah! Exactly!"
Erza grinned. "How about tonight? I haven't a thing to do."
Jellal froze, his eyes widening a fraction. Erza caught his hesitancy, and narrowed her own eyes at him.
"Sorry, not tonight. I'm busy."
"Busy... with what?" she asked, in her voice she used to get information out of people. He recognized it as the voice she used to interview corrupt officials and criminals. This irked him.
"Nothing in particular. It doesn't matter anyway. How about tomorrow night? We can discuss the meeting that happened today in more detail," he suggested, frowning.
She shook her head. "I'm busy the entire week, except for tonight. Plus, I think we should discuss that new vigilante."
"You've gotta be kidding me, Erza! That's impossible. Lunch, then." He ignored the second half of her reply. It bothered him more than he would admit.
"Fine," she said, pouting. She looked disappointed for some reason.
Jellal ran a hand through his hair. "You're disappointed," he noted.
"Or maybe your observation skills are getting worse."
"Hey!"
She smiled at him. "Okay. Lunch. Tomorrow."
Jellal returned to his residence that evening almost shaking with excitement. Okay, well, he wasn't shaking with excitement. More like a hunger for action. He slipped inside, then locked the door to his apartment on the south side of town. He walked down the entryway, his right hand trailing lightly across the textured tan wall. He entered into the main room, which was adjoined to the kitchen, connected by a breakfast bar counter.
He sat at one of the stools, leaning his elbows on the cold black granite, his face in his hands. He sighed, putting his hands on the counter and pushing off the seat. He headed to the master bedroom, flopping down on the bed cover on his mattress. The soft material rubbed against the back of his head and his arms. He sighed, then heaved himself off of the bed and walked into the master bathroom.
After pressing a strangely loose side panel by the sink. A contraption within the wall clicked, and a large hidden drawer shot out of the wall on the opposite side. Inside were a number of gadgets, as well as a long black cloak, a belt, and a bandana cloth. He changed into the black t-shirt and cargo pants that were also in the drawer, snapped on the belt, pulled on a black jacket, and tied the cloth around the lower side of his face. His fingers brushed the odd tattoo around his right eye.
It was a mystery to Jellal how he had gotten these strange markings on his eye. As long as he could remember, he'd had them. In the beginning he had hated them. People avoided him and called him names because of it. By the time he was fifteen, however, it was great. It made him different, real, special. Everyone else was normal. He got into fights, but still, he won.
That was before he met her.
Jellal shook his head, trying to rid himself of the near onslaught of memories that threatened to burst. He couldn't think about that right then. Too much on his mind would cause him to slip up, which was something he couldn't afford at the moment.
He finished dressing, putting on black combat boots, as well as the weird camo headwrap he'd picked up at some random thrift store. He opened the rather large window in his bathroom, swung his legs through, and jumped out onto the rooftop below him.
The cool air blew against his face, adding to the exhilaration of the fall. His cloak caught the wind and billowed. He landed lightly on the roof, three stories down. To the left, the sun was just visible above the darkening outlines of the skyscrapers downtown. From his uptown apartment, he got a pretty amazing sunset view.
Jellal crossed his arms, watching as the sun fell behind the hulking shapes of the buildings. A few moments later, the world became darker. Uptown Crocus became illuminated in street lights, and the glow from the skyscrapers only half a mile away.
He wondered if he should get going, but froze when he heard the click of a weapon. He whirled, glaring at his attacker. He was about to turn them into the victim, when he saw their face. His vigor faded. He was frozen again.
"E-erza?!" he croaked.
And there she was, her red hair blowing in the wind, her short tight black dress clinging to her figure, her grey eyes ablaze with fury. He shifted, stunned at her sudden appearance.
"How do you know my name, and what were you doing in Jellal's apartment?!" she demanded, glaring at him and pointing a rather sharp switchblade in his direction. He gulped.
"I'm his twin. My name is... Siegrain," he insisted.
Erza blinked. "Really?"
"Definitely."
"I've never heard Jellal mention he had a twin!" she exclaimed harshly, still holding the knife to him.
"He never did? Well... that's to be expected. I guess... We aren't really close and all..."
"I need some confirmation."
Shit, thought Jellal frantically. Then, of course, he remembered the preparations he had made for a situation just like this.
"Call Natsu. He'll tell you."
"..." Erza paused, not saying anything. "Fine," she decided. She pulled her cell phone out of her pocket and dialed Natsu. He picked up after six rings.
"Hey, Natsu," she said sharply, "What are you doing?"
Natsu was silent, then his voice eased into her ear, "With Lucy."
Oh. "That's not answering my question, but that's all I needed to know about what you were doing."
"It's not what you-"
She cut him off. "I need you to answer a question for me."
"Uh, sure. What did you want to know?" She could hear him yawning.
"Who is Siegrain?"
Erza could practically feel him thinking through the phone. "Jellal's twin, right?"
THANKS FOR READING! Next chapter will be out next week.