I got the idea while reading another fanfic, it was titled 'Long Live the Dead' or 'Live Long the Dead'. I forgot. Hehehe, it sounded almost cute to me, but the ending is just too hurting T.T

Edit 07/26/2018: So I fixed misspellings and grammatical errors. I hope it's better now.

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Good or Bad

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Gray thought he was about to die. Just seconds ago, cops were shooting gun at him. Some used rifles or pistols. Good thing was nobody used Gatling gun, because if there were, he would surely be dead by now. Those bullets just missed a few inches before he ducked.

"Shit," he cursed as he took a sharp turn to the right. He hid behind a dark piece of burnt wall under the shadow of a destroyed building. When he heard sounds of footsteps, he ran to the other part of the long wall, and jumped flashily yet silently to the other building.

"He went to that direction! Find him!" the commander said with forced authority, and continued, "Dead or alive."

"Dammit!" he hissed lowly at that and looked around for a better place to hide for at least until the pursuers were gone. Nothing was available around, yet.

Nice luck, he found one.

He quickly slid into the dirty door. Well, nothing was clean in this stupid city anyway. Not the government, neither the city itself. The raven-haired man took out his knife, and eyed everything inside to see whether the small square of room was clear or not. He noticed a girl, a beautiful blue-haired girl, was wrapped around a red blanket and was hugging her own legs.

'Probably sleeping,' he then continued this train of thought. If that girl was here, then her fate was either to sleep in peace here and now or to rest in peace when she woke up. So he added, 'Or dead.' It didn't matter anyway. We all die in this rotten place.

He got the feels that maybe the girl was still alive, so he strutted his way to her. He realized her shivering in her doubtless sleep, he also saw the sweaty forehead and palms of hers. Fuck, she was scared even in her sleep. This damned city was really going to end, he or the Resistere would end it.

He couldn't hear the soldiers' sounds in even the slightest, now was the time to leave and head back to the hideout. Just when he was about to jump from the window, a black cat beat him to it and made him fall back to the floor with a little 'ouch'.

For him, hell broke loose.

The sleeping girl suddenly jumped on her bed while gasping. He knew, adrenaline was surely rushing down her veins. She stared at him with wide eyes and lifted her blanket to her cover her mouth. Was that really her intelligent reaction? He knew he was full of cuts, bleedings, and bruises all over his body, but still. Talk about manners.

"Who—?" she asked with an obvious edge on the voice it was almost visible in the air. He rolled his eyes.

"You're still sleeping, I'm just a dream," he tried psychological tactics and peeked through the curtains to outside. The path was clear as crystal water, he should go now.

"I'm dead," she agreed, nodding her head in acceptance. Still looking at him.

"I said you are sleeping, not dead," he cleared, and cursed the foolish cat for it was its fault the girl woke up in the first place.

"So? What's the difference? I'm going to die here rotting sooner or later. I'm dead."

Although he thought a similar thing before, "What?" he said, unbelieving her words. He very well knew that everybody here was going to die, but it seemed like this girl didn't even have the will to struggle for living.

"I'm sick, my days are numbered," she pointed out in a nonchalant tone. Brushing off her forelocks with the left hand, she stared at him. He stared back at her with incredulous look, and then approached her. She saw the knife in his hand Things sure escalated quickly. "You want to kill me? Such kind gesture." That's right, in this world, taking away lives was considered an act generosity.

"Do you want to live?"

His question caught her off guard. She was just a teenage girl who no longer had parent, money, place to say, even future. What's the point of living? "No, thank you."

He placed the sharp knife at her throat, "Say the truth; do you want to live?"

The girl gave him no blink, not amused. Only a pair of deep blue eyes bore into dark blue ones. When she really looked into his eyes, a glint of hope entered her vision.

She remembered the happiness of her parent when she was alive, when her mother brought her everywhere for 9 months and 10 days, when her father used to upsy-daisy her every day, when her mother sang her a song to keep her company when she was about to sleep, when she was alive. But all that happiness was taken away from her by the war. The war created by ignorant people. Her remaining emotions boiled inside her. She hated the fate for being cruel to her, but more than that, she despised those ignorant people who gave her that fate. Something came upon her and she asked herself, "Dying…? Doesn't give them trouble…"

Gray smirked, "Well?"

"I'm living," she announced. Her new goal was to keep on living to make her parent proud of her. She was going to make her parent came back to live no matter what, even if only in her heart. She was going to cause trouble. This droopy-eyed guy in front of her gave the permission to.

"Good," he said and then put the knife off her neck, put it back in his pocket, and signaled to her to follow him.

"Wait, where are we going?" she inquired as she put her hair long in a bun of ponytail with a muddy rubber band.

"To my colony and you're coming," he declared with a grin glued on his—handsome, she just realized—face.

"Then, this is gonna be of some use for us," the blue-haired girl handed him a round big black paper whilst smirking, but then she coughed. Blood, she hid it.

This went unnoticed by him. "What's this?"

"It's a bomb." The man raised an eyebrow at that. "I'm serious, I made it to commit sui—"

He cut mid the word. "Okay then." This girl is kind of useful. He headed to the window again, but this time, with a female trailing behind him. He just noticed the biggest detail now. He turned to her. "What's your name?"

"It's proper manner to introduce yourself first, sir," the girl said, silently rolling her eyes. This guy was dangerous, sure, she as hell knew that. He could slaughter her right there and now if he wanted to, but he seemed like a good guy. Proof was he sparked her will to live longer.

"I might kill you, you know," he gritted his teeth. Or bad guy.

"I'm not scared," she planted her eyes in his with a bored expression. Of course, almost dying was her daily activity. In this town, nothing was safe even in the smallest chance a human could get.

"Gray. Gray Fullbuster," he grunted and opened the window once again, letting the moonlight hit their faces.

"Nice to meet you, the Terrorist Gray Fullbuster. My name is Juvia Lockser."

He loosened his teeth and smirked at her. "Well, Madam Lockser, are you sure you can survive this?"

Juvia smiled. "Yep." And then, they jumped over the window. Leaving her room all alone. Going to a new adventure for her. Gray found a stupid girl, who made a tingling feeling in his heart to protect her. Weird.

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I tried getting back, but I seem to keep failing.

Edited: 07/26/2018 ~NollyLvn