Night fell quickly and all was quiet in the home of the Fullbusters. A sleek black car turned towards the home and pressed a button on the dashboard, the male scowling when the garage door wouldn't open any faster. Once the door reached the roof, the car slowly drove itself inside. That's when he knew something was wrong. Gray stepped out of the car and made sure the garage door was completely shut and locked before rushing inside.
The house was eerily quiet. There was no smell of steak and potatoes wafting through the air. There was no wife obediently taking his jacket or greeting him with a kiss. He took a small step forward, peeking into the kitchen and running his hand across the counter-tops. It was cold as his heart. He peeked into the dining room, nothing on the table except for a single plate with a diamond ring resting in the middle. His shaky hands grabbed the ring and the note beside the plate before his coal eyes, usually void of any emotion, widened with fear and anger. The note only had two words on it: I'm sorry.
He ran out the kitchen and up the stairs, hoping, praying, begging that his wife had not left him, that she was sitting on his bed with a smile and an apology for the cruel twisted prank that was being played upon him. As he opened the door to their shared bedroom, he could feel his anger pooling up. He marched the closet and threw it open, only seeing his suits hung nicely and his shoes in a straight line. He went into the bathroom, seeing her toothbrush, cosmetics, and medication all gone. He stumbled back into his room, his entire body shaking.
She left him. After four years of marriage, she up and left him cold and alone with only a note to signify her absence.
For once in his life, Gray Fullbuster was at a loss. He should've been indifferent. He was a CEO for a famous publishing company named Fairy Tail, women flocked him daily, he lived in a superb home with a superb car in a superb city. He always got what he wanted.
A snort, then a chuckle, then full-blown maniacal laughing filled the empty voids of the mansion. "No.. This is not happening. I don't care what she says or does. She is MY wife. I am Gray Fullbuster, goddamnit, and I always get what I want." He stared up at the ceiling, picturing his willing wife laying in bed, writhing in the sheets while whispering his name until she is about to explode. "Oh, my lovely Miyuki, you will always be mine. I will make sure of it too.."
She stared at the alcoholic substance in her glass, a finger slowly going around the rim. It had been at least a week since she left Gray alone in that big empty home and honestly, she was feeling more like herself again. She found a job as a receptionist at some hotel in the center of the city, providing her with a free room. She made contact with her friends and family for the first time in over 4 years and happiness swelled into her chest when she saw how much they really missed her.
Her love life, on the other hand, was still a bit shaky. She didn't want to think about it, but Gray would constantly pop up in her head at the strangest times. If it's blow-drying her hair or taking the subway to work, he would be there. A frustrated groan escaped her lips and she dropped her head onto the transparent counter-top of the night club she was partaking in. "Stupid marriage. Stupid bimbo. Stupid Gray."
"Well, what's a pretty little lady like yourself doing all alone in such an exciting place?" A low voice, almost a purr, drifted into her left ear and she couldn't help but look up to see who this magnificent creature was.
The first thing she noticed was his vibrant blue eyes, almost as blue as the drink she had in front of her. They held a certain playfulness to them, but she could tell he was a man that has seen and done many things that will probably haunt him for the rest of his life. 'Just like me, huh?' His blonde hair stuck up in many directions but looked very soft and delicate to the touch. Right above his left eye was a scar, piquing her interest further.
He obviously came to the club often because the bartender silently placed a beer in front of the male. His attire consisted of a black button-up shirt with at least two to three buttons undone, giving you a small sight of his muscular chest, and a pair of black jeans that hugged his body but didn't look like they were crushing his balls in the process. On his feet were a nice clean pair of dress shoes.
"The same reason you came over to talk to me." She frowned at the smirk that adorned his face before taking a small sip of her margarita. "What's so funny?" She wasn't in the mood to entertain some playboy's night, so she moved to stand up until she felt a gentle hand grab her wrist.
The blond then stood after gulping down his beer and smiled, pulling the frustrated female to his chest. "I'm really sorry. You're just so different from the girls I usually talk to. It's nice to meet someone new every once in a while~" He looked over at the dance floor before tugging the woman over to the sea of dancing people. "Dance with me."
Miyuki was resilient at first, but she sighed. She knew her struggles were futile, so she let herself get led into the crowd. She stiffened when she felt a pair of hands on her hips. The heat through the male's fingertips burned through her thin black dress, tinting her cheeks a bright pink. "N-No funny business, okay?" Her arms looped around his neck as they swayed side to side.
The music and the lights were like a drug and she could feel the adrenaline pumping through her veins, a smile naturally rising on her face. She couldn't remember the last time she had so much fun with someone other than Gray. A laugh bubbled in her throat as she was twirled in the air by her mysterious date. She was gently let down and led out of the crowd of grinding people before being taken back to the bar. "That was amazing! I didn't know dancing was so much fun!"
She sat back in her seat, wiping the sweat off her forehead and neck with a napkin before looking over at her blond companion. "See? You looked so uptight, so I had to loosen you up a bit." His hand slipped around her waist once more, pulling her closer to his body. She felt as if she was dancing with him all over again. "Actually, I don't think I properly introduced myself to you." He swooped her hand up and slowly pressed his lips against her knuckles. "I'm Sting Eucliffe, CEO of Sabertooth Industries. And may I ask for your name?"
Miyuki blinked, giving the male a shy smile. She hasn't felt this giddy since Gray first asked her out. "Miyuki Saito, receptionist at Lamia Scale Hotel. It's nice to meet you, Mr. Eucliffe." You were so relieved to use your maiden name for once. "Ah, Mr. Eucliffe, it really is getting late. I should be heading home." With one more gulp of her drink plus pay, she waved to the CEO before walking towards the door and slowly slipping outside. Not even two minutes passed before Sting was right beside her slightly stumbling body.
"Just making sure you get home safely." He effortlessly lifted the drunken girl into his arms, taking her back to her hotel. He pushed the doors open and explained to the owner as to how she ended up this way and he would not do a single thing with her. After retrieving her room key and riding the elevator to the fourth floor to her room, he unlocked the door and manuevered through the area until he stared at the queen-sized bed in front of him. "Huh.. For an employee, you sure do have some amazing benefits." He closed the door and laid her down in bed, letting out a soft sigh. "Jeez, women are such trouble." After taking a peek of her sleeping face, however, all thoughts of troublesome women flew out the window as he crawled onto the bed. "Oh, well. Time for bed."
