The Children of Fairy Tail

Chapter Two: The Forgotten Message


Previously


Deroth's vivid red eyes flashed dangerously. "Do not forget that I am the last remaining descendant of the most powerful wizard in history. Even if I do not grace you with the knowledge of my plan, it will be the end of Fairy Tail forever."

But even though it's hard to deal with, we're family. We help each other through the good and the bad. I felt so concerned and worried and crushed that Leila couldn't see that. She needed help. I just had to find out how I could do that for her.


Disclaimer: Do I really need one of these, or is it like, excessive?


Author's Note:

Is it just me, or did I forget to describe my characters?

Lol. No, actually.

Everything is purposeful. Mwahahaha. :D

Okay. I'm done creeping myself out. :D

Oh, and thank you for the reviews, y'all!


Part One: The Choice

Chapter 2: The Forgotten Message


Leila


All I can ever think about is the pain. The guilt. The anguish. I feel so hurt, but I know that if I show it to anyone, they might become hurt, too. They already have enough to deal with anyway.

If I ever showed up at the guild, I'd be shunned. After all, it was my parents who started all this. They're the reason why we're alone. And they don't care. They didn't think about us, of course. I don't understand. Whenever I try, even if all I'm doing is thinking about it, I get so angry my emotions slide completely out of control. And frankly, I don't think I'm safe to be around. I should be in an asylum. But I'll do what I can to pretend I'm not as unstable as I am. God, what's wrong with me? Why am I like this?

They made me this way. They made all of us suffer. They made the others hate me. And the worst part of all is that I love the Guild too much to shove my own hurt in their faces, even if I know they look on me with such disdain.

I might've been able to pull it off, at least, if it hadn't been for him. That damn… Ugh!

He always tries to talk to me, to catch me off-guard, to remind me of how miserable I am. As if I needed reminding when it's all I ever think about! What the hell's he trying to prove? How pathetic and stupid I am? Ugh! What an asshole! God, he can piss me off. It's not like I hate him, though. He… used to be my best friend. But then he started all this crap, and… I really just can't handle it. So…it's not hard to imagine why I completely lost it and knocked him out when I found him kicking one of my freaking shingles off the roof.


Neil


This morning… felt odd. My bed felt different – bigger, and the sheets felt dry and scratchy. But it still felt nice and warm. It was as if I were in a different place.

That was not the oddest part, though. My entire body ached. My nose in particular felt as if it had been punched. I felt bruises, cuts, blood… and… toilet paper?

My eyes opened, and my face felt plastered, like someone had spilled water on it and it had dried. Everything looked blurry from sleep. My ribs felt sore and battered. I tried to sit up.

Bad idea. I was way too weak and shaky to even attempt. That, and I had a headache that throbbed and felt like it was trying to reach through the fog my eyes couldn't see through.

I rubbed my eyes. Better…. I mean, I could see…. But my head continued to throb.

Oh.

So that's why everything seemed different. Because it was. Somehow, I'd ended up at Leila's house, in her bed….Oh, that just sounds wrong... Huh? Wait a second- What was I doing here?

Then I saw her crumpled-up form in the corner as she rocked herself back and forth. She seemed to be remembering something painful, because her face looked stressed and unhappy.

Uh – oh. I needed to remember. What happened?

Then I did. And it was not pleasant.

Something about Leila being so mad she knocked me out… and gave me a few injuries, too, because I wasn't thinking fast enough to transform into any of my weapons.

So that's why she was rocking herself. She was shocked at herself. I sighed internally. Why do you have to do this to yourself, Leila? God, it was a good thing she didn't know I was awake.

Her eyes were red and puffy from crying, closed, and she was humming some random tune to herself like a nutcase, but in perfect synchronicity to her constant rocking: Back and forth, back and forth...

I closed my eyes, pretending to sleep, but at the same time, I just needed to move. Great. As soon as I decide to pretend to be asleep, I get restless. So I moved on my side, and…. There.

Oh, good. She must not have noticed.

"Neil?"

Fiddlesticks.

Her breathing was shaky. She had to be really upset, and I felt guilty. Why did I have to be so ignorant? I wouldn't have worried her if I hadn't gotten hurt and let her hit me.

I knew it was too late to pretend I was asleep, so I murmured, still just a bit tired, "Yeah?"

She sighed, and walked up to the bedside. "Are you… okay?"

"Um… yeah," I lied. But I didn't try to sit up.

An awkward, uncomfortable silence followed.

She frowned. I didn't know if she knew how I really was right then or not, but she didn't like how I was acting.

"Tired?" Suspicious.

"Uh… yeah." Unconvincing.

She scowled, and I sighed in relief. "Is 'yeah' all you're going to say?"

I laughed. Big mistake. I started wheezing, and the bruises on my stomach started to hurt even more. Part of my shirt slipped up, and blood oozed through the cloth.

Leila gasped. "Oh, God…"

Her eyes darted around the room. "Uuuuuuhhhhh…" she said in a worried tone. I could tell she had no idea what to do. "Sh-should I get a bandaid or something? H-how do I—"

"Leila."

"Oh God. I'm an idiot. Ugh!" She stood up, wrangled her fingers through her messy, unbrushed strawberry hair, and started pacing. Her eyes looked lost.

"I'm okay," I tried to reassure her, struggling to sit up, but the pain just burned worse. I managed it, though. I had to.

She turned on me, and I could see the fire flare dangerously in her eyes.

"Shut up!"

Yes, ma'am.

"You liar! Don't you dare tell me you're okay when you're NOT! GET IT?!"

"Well… it's just that it's not that—"

"Oh, bull shit! Shut up and tell me how the hell I'm supposed to fix you!"

I sighed. Wait a second…

"Leila… did you put toilet paper on my wounds?"

"Well you know I no freaking clue how to dress somebody's wounds!"

I almost laughed. "Okay, okay. Just get me some medical cloth and duct tape."

Leila froze.

"What?" I asked.

"What are you going to do with that?"

I sighed. "Please… Just…"

She looked lost again.

"What's… medical cloth?"

I sighed, again, but I was smiling. You poor, sweet, lost, adorable, misguided child.


Leila


"We need to talk."

"The hell we do."

"You're upset."

"You're a bitch."

Neil sighed.

I faithfully kept going through my parents's old drawers.

"What are you even doing?"

"Whatever it looks like."

"God, you're irritating."

"Leave my house."

"But I'm still injured!"

"If you don't go, I'll throw you through the wall, and the ambulance can pick up what's left of you."

Neil groaned loudly. "Why are you so frustrating?!"

I turned around sharply. "I'm not the frustrating one! You're trespassing on my property!"

"First of all, I got injured on your property—" Neil started.

"No shit, Sherlock."

"—and second of all, that's an empty threat."

I glared at him. Because he was right. I couldn't bring myself to do anything but swear him off, because I'd already hurt him, I couldn't bring myself to do it again, and he knew it. But hell, that didn't mean I was going to kiss his feet and do whatever he wanted me to. I was so not going to talk to him, and guess what? He gets to deal with it.

Except he wasn't exactly giving up. Or cowering in the corner, like a good boy.

As I rummaged through the drawers, searching, I felt his hand try to grab my wrist, which I quickly shook away.

"Leila."

"Back off."

"Please."

"Jackass."

He sighed.

Pause. Long one.

"Leila?" he murmured finally. "Please talk to me?"

His voice was so enticing, so pure. It was like I was looking into puppydog eyes, except my ears were entranced, not my eyes. My heart started to thud very loud and insistently against my chest, like adrenaline had been rushing through my veins and it was trying to keep up.

"Did you hear me? Leila? Are you okay?"

"No! I am NOT okay! LEAVE ME THE HELL ALONE!" I shouted, turning on him.

"Why do you keep telling me that? Is it because you're scared?" Neil demanded before I could say another word.

I froze. "It is not."

He raised his eyebrows infuriatingly.

"Urrgh!"

"If you agree to talk to me, I'll tell you a secret."

That made me stop. "What kind of secret?" I asked suspiciously.

He smiled, making me frown. Secrets, huh? Damn, he's got me curious now. But how do I find out what it is without letting him know he's won?

I searched his eyes for a few moments. I… maybe I really needed to talk this out with him. And he'd tell me a secret, and I have a weak spot for those. Stupid curiosity getting the better of me! But just then, I didn't really care.

I sighed. "Fine."

Neil raised his eyebrows in surprise. "Really?" Jeez, don't push your luck.

"No."

"Leila!" he whined like a child (which, of course, caused me to relent.)

I rolled my eyes. "Okay, okay. I'll talk to you. But you have to let me do something first."

"What is it?"

"I have to look through these drawers."

"Why?"

"Maybe you'll find out. But then again, maybe you won't."


I rummaged through the drawers. It had to be here somewhere, damnit!

Then I found, hidden inside the chestnut drawers, a message, written in the blackest ink, entitled:

Quest of Honor

Type: SS-Class

It was dated exactly one year ago. The year my parents had disappeared.

This was their forgotten message. The message I had to read.


Author's Note:

So, what do y'all think? I hope you like it. :D Be sure to let me know in the reviews! Thank you so much ILAUGHATYOUALL and HARUXELIE for reviewing the last chapter. You guys are awesome! XD

I hope you're wondering, my readers, what's going to happen next, huh? I love cliffs. :) I'm so mean, aren't I? Because you don't get to read any more til I upload the next chapter! :P Hey, at least I'm uploading it. I'll get it done by the 22nd at the latest. (Maybe even earlier… hehehe, lucky you if I decide to do that. :)) Oh, and by the way, if you think that Leila swears too much, think about who her parents are… unless you haven't figured it out yet… in which case I would just keep waiting for the chapters to come out. So yeah. Thanks for reading!


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Next on the Children of Fairy Tail…

Chapter 3: Secrets and Lies

Nobody told me. Nobody told me how dangerous it was. Did it just not matter? Or did those people even know?

So they had secrets, too, did they?

I'm tired of this lying. I'm tired of this damned, stupid thing where people think it's noble to lie, when the truth is really that they can't admit that they just won't bring themselves to be honest.