His Broken Dark Angel
by Her Pretty Smile
Synopsis: She wants to leave, but he doesn't want her to. He still needs her to remember, to remember him, and to remember them. Because she is his broken saviour, and he is her pillar. Mystwalker. [Afterevents of Edolas]
Warning: Unbeta-ed. May contain mistakes.
Disclaimer: I do not own Fairy Tail.
Authoress' Note: Mystwalker... (dreamy eyes) They're just so sweet and appealing. :3
By the way, people, ouji or ouji-sama means 'prince'.
His Broken Dark Angel
Chapter I: Comparison Between Black and White
"KING?" A WOMAN WITH now-long, curly scarlet hair inquired with a tone of masked politeness as she opened the door. "May I intervene in your work for a moment?"
Jellal looked up from the papers he was working on and smiled tiredly. "Yes? What is it, Knightwalker?"
"The stocks from Dellery came just this morning," she informed him, "and the reconstructions are going smoothly. In fact, it is possible that all of it will be finished by the end of the week." She gritted her teeth slightly and added in a controlled, steady voice, "Fairy Tail has been most helpful."
To her surprise, Jellal smiled genuinely, though it had a hint of wistfulness and longing to it. It alarmed her slightly when the warmth that particular action diffused made her emotions tumble in knots and made the heat slowly creep up in her cheeks.
She shook the weird feeling off immediately. She did not want to indulge into matters that concerned some things that were foreign to her right now.
"I see," he said quietly with a note of satisfaction to his voice.
He really misses them, she realized silently, studying the king's somewhat readable expression. He misses Earthland.
Somehow, the thought made her frown.
"All right. Once the reconstructions are finished, you will be free from your punishment." He started sorting the papers on his desk. "You may go now."
She balled her hands into fists at her sides. "Ouji—I mean, Your Majesty—does that mean that I can leave the Royal City?"
He lifted his head, surprised at the question. "You want to leave, Knightwalker?"
Her right hand unconsciously touched her upper left arm from behind her back, making her look sheepish and vulnerable.
"I—yes," she replied hesitantly. "I feel like an outcast here, and I think that going back to my hometown and working there will be the best decision. Besides, my family probably needs me."
He raised an eyebrow at her reply. "The Royal Family makes sure that all the families of the Royal Guards are well-cared for, so I doubt that your family is in such dire straits that they will need you. Also, going back would mean that you're relinquishing your position as captain. Your family will then lose the right of the Royal Family's care."
She flinched inwardly, but her expression remained devoid of any sort of emotion. "That is true," she said carefully. "But if I may, Your Majesty, I will tell my brother to replace me and continue on my duty."
He looked at her with unreadable eyes. "It seems to me that you're trying to run away, Knightwalker."
She bristled at that, but with practiced control, she kept her voice steady. "No, Your Majesty," she said flatly. "I am not trying to run away. I am merely going to escape from your sight, from everyone's sight."
"And you think that 'escaping from our sights' is the best decision? It sounds like the excuse of a coward to me."
She glared at him. "Your Majesty, I have almost finished my punishment. Hence, after helping the people reconstruct, I can do whatever I wish to do."
"Which is to throw away the years of serving under the Royal Family just to save face."
She was starting to get really annoyed now. "Your Majesty." Her voice was dripping with venom. "I will not fucking throw them away. Like I said, I will replace myself with my brother."
Jellal raised an eyebrow, but he kept silent, his eyes telling her what she needed to know.
Shit.
She'd sworn in front of the king.
In Edolas, it was considered as a mild treason.
Mild, but the punishment...
"My... My apologies, Your Majesty. I—" she started.
Jellal sighed and stood up from his desk, seemingly unfazed. "No, Knightwalker. I think you've said quite enough."
Something inside her snapped. "Stop calling me that, bastard. You're getting on my nerves, you stupid, idiotic piece of—"
"Calling you what? Knightwalker?" He had a wry smile on his face. "That's your name, isn't it?"
"Shut up. I don't want to talk to you anymore. I will solemnly receive my extreme punishment from you later on when I have cooled off considerably." And with that, she turned her back on him and started to walk out the door.
Jellal frowned. "Knightwalker," he said. "Stop right there."
She stopped for only a moment before continuing to walk as if there weren't any lapse.
"Knightwalker." There was a note of a threat to his voice.
She was almost to the door, seemingly nonplussed.
With great speed, he caught her wrist before she could reach the knob. "Stop," he said quietly, "Erza."
She stiffened at that, but her mouth was working in an instant. "I deeply apologize for my behaviour just now, Your Majesty. I did not mean to imply that my last name is what I deem unnecessary for you to call me by. It might be better if we would just pretend that this conversation never happened between u—"
He spun her around to face him. "I'm afraid I can't just let it go, Knightwalker." His voice had dropped a notch. "So I have decided to prolong your stay here as punishment."
Her eyes widened in shock and anger. "What the hell—"
"I suggest that you do not use that tone in front of the king," he remarked authoritatively, only serving to anger her further.
"Hell no. I don't want to stay here any longer. I wish to be banished like Faust. Let go of me."
"No." He gripped her wrist tightly, earning him a glare from her. "You will stay here, Erza."
"Don't say my name so casually," she spat. "Let go of me."
"I won't let go."
"Damn it, Your Majesty. Let go."
"No."
Having had enough, she attempted to kick him in the gut, but unfortunately, he dodged it just in time.
His eyes narrowed. He slammed her against the door, caging her with his arms at either side.
"Your Majesty, what the hell do you think you're doing?" she said angrily.
"Erza," he said. "Calm down. Please."
To his surprise, she did.
He took this opportunity to look at her closely. Her vibrant scarlet hair was tousled slightly, her frank, uncaring brown eyes were looking at him sharply, and her features were contorted into a grim expression.
Despite all that, she still looked beautiful.
Beautiful like Erza Scarlet.
But he knew that Erza Knightwalker's beauty was more on the dark side, and that was what made her appealing.
From what he seemed to know, realize, and guess at the same time, Jellal Fernandes was in love with Erza Scarlet, and the latter, in turn, seemed to reciprocate his feelings.
He sighed inwardly. In my case, it's love-and-hate. I love her; she doesn't.
"King." Her voice snapped him out of his thoughts. "You're looking at me for far too long."
He blinked, and then a smile threatened to creep up on his face. Leave it to Erza to make a normally awkward situation seem like a casual occurrence. "I am merely observing you," he stated.
"Tch. Liar." She turned her gaze away from him. "You're comparing me to her, aren't you?"
His eyes widened, but his expression was genuinely puzzled.
"To Scarlet." The tone of her voice was something he couldn't comprehend. "That she's better. Better than me."
His right arm tingled; he wanted to touch her right now, right then and there. He wanted to feel the smooth skin of her face, to hold her in his arms, and to tell her that he preferred Erza Knightwalker, his saviour, his dark angel.
But he could not bring himself to tell her that.
And he hated himself for it.
"You're not saying anything." Her voice was now a strangled whisper. "That means I'm right. That Scarlet is..." Tears suddenly sprung into her eyes beyond her control.
He stood in shock, not finding it in himself to stop her as she wriggled out of his grasp and went out the door without a word.
Pain and guilt ate at him as he let his head fall on the now-closed door in resentment, gripping his hands into tight fists.
He never really wanted to hurt her.
Damn it.
End of Chapter I
A/N: Mystogan is just simply attractive and quiet. Erza Knightwalker is simply dark and appealing. They go together. I so love them! :)
