title; porcelain.
rated; Supposedly T but M for safety.
summary: Lucy Heartfilia had a terrible past, but once her life grew calm again, a new threat approaches.
disclaimer: I don't own Fairy Tail.
prompt: Higurashi no Koro ni.
Porcelain
Never underestimate the pain of a person because the truth is everyone is struggling. It's just some people hide it better than others.
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Prologue
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Endless tears shed from the sky; lightning bolted like a cracked whip, as cool air sliced past. It truly was an unusual weather for Fiore.
Currently, at this moment right now, Layla Heartfilia was walking home from work, she decided to go overtime considering the fact it was half past midnight. The breeze flew past her and she raised her hand to keep her hat in place, all while carefully holding her umbrella.
She was completely unaware that two figures were watching close behind, hiding at a corner. They watched as if she was their her prey. They were merely predators.
Vulnerable.
Both figures had equally same thoughts, as Layla continued walking slowly in the rain all that could be heard was the pelting rain, and the screeching sound of the thunder roaring. At any rate, even the loudest of footsteps wouldn't be distinguished.
Exhaustion was visible on the blonde's features. It seems that she still had to walk a long way home. The rain seemed to become harsher by the second, and it seemed that Layla has reached an area where there was a blind, dark alley.
They positioned themselves furtively beneath her shadow. Then they made their footsteps loud, splashing the puddles. It was faint, but it reached her ears.
Layla seemed to have recognized one of the figures, which was the one on the right, because her eyes lit up and she gave a ghost of a smile.
Both males circled around as if there was a barrier between them and stopped when they were partially in front of her.
The wind blew harder than ever and the rain seemed endless.
One of the men; the guy on the right, kept clenching and unclenching his fist, his eyes stared right through hers. They were bloodshot. He then took a step forward. The other male soon followed. It was slow. Layla saw the murderous intent on their eyes. She backed away with their every step.
Layla tried made the move to run. Unfortunately, it wasn't possible; both men were blocking her and if she ran forward, she might hit something without knowing, due to the thick fog. She knew she didn't have a chance.
The guy on the right, the one she recognized spoke. "How's life with that Jude?" He spat harshly. You could hint the pain that was leaking in his deep voice. He took another step.
Layla backed away once more. "You're still mad about that?" She asked, her voice wavering.
"You should've picked me, Layla…" He said firmly, slowly advancing towards her. "You made a big mistake." His tone was calm, yet angry at the same time.
Layla's expression changed and her eyebrows furrowed. "It wasn't a mistake." She told him, backing away again. Before she knew it, she was already in the depths of the dark alley.
A mouse in the trap.
Both men entered the alley as well. Now she really didn't have a single chance, it was too late. And they planned to lure her in there from the start, fortunate for them it was a success. Layla's heart fell.
The man on the left quickly ran behind her. Layla dropped her umbrella in shock as the guy held both of her hands in a tight grasp.
The right man drew a knife from the pouch on his hip, and turned it over with his hand, watching the metal glinting dangerously. He poked his finger on the tip as if to check if it was dull.
Layla's face paled. "Please… Don't do this!" She pleaded, her voice hoarse.
He smirked at her futile pleas. "This is your fault; you brought this up on yourself." He snickered unsympathetically. "Your life is practically in my hands now."
"Please, let me go!" She screamed, struggling out of the other's grasp. "I have a family, so please." She begged in what seems a vain, tears prickling at her eyes, but it wasn't visible due to the fact there was a storm.
He only thought of it as an empty plea, and was ignored but on the inside he was deeply saddened, that could have been his family. "If I can't have you, no one can."
The man in front of her then slashed his knife across the woman's neck and within the same second the body lay limp and instantly fell to the ground as the man holding her released his tight grasp.
"Family, eh?" He asked, but didn't really expect an answer, nor did he knew that Layla was still conscious. Layla heard it and silently pleaded in her mind that he wouldn't harm her precious daughter.
Blood mixed with the puddle and the umbrella became stained as well as her once glossy hair when she fell. The only thing they saw now was nothing but a lifeless corpse. Just then Layla lost her all of her senses; she was no longer alive, just like that.
The two men quickly ran for it before they would get caught. They were glad that the rain would completely erase evidence and all means traces.
Just like erasing her existence.
Earlier, Layla was really looking forward to seeing her little angel.
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In Memory of;
Layla Heartfilia
A loving wife, A caring mother and a true friend.
May your soul rest in peace.
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A funeral was held a week later.
Many people were weeping, grieving for their loss of a loved one, everyone was dressed in black. One of them was a six-year-old little girl, who tried her best to gulp in the tears. She wanted to act strong, but couldn't. Why bother anyway? The air was filled with too much sorrow and Lucy was bound to be swept away by it.
This was too much for her too handle.
Everyone looked at Lucy in pure pity. Giving their condolences and their fair shares of sympathizing hugs and pats on the head. Lucy knew that they were burying everything that had happened with empty words.
Lucy stared at stone that engraved her mother's name with blank eyes. Her father told her that they were moving to Magnolia, but he didn't tell her the reason behind it, it was for her safety.
Lucy swore that she would never forgive the man that murdered her mother. She never would have thought that at such a young age she would despise him.
All she can do is cry.
It's getting colder now and the darkness consumes me. Depression is slowly creeping up. Maybe one day you'll actually care about me.
End. I know, new story, it just kinda popped up, review please. I love feedback. :D
-Azure Tsubasa/ AOi WiNGS. ;D