Title: Poisoned Blades - Chapter 3
Pairing: GraLu (Fairy Tail Fandom)
Summary: She broke through his impenetrable wall.
Rating: T
*An entry for September 2013 GrayLu week's Day 3 prompt: Concern
*Reposted from my Tumblr Account. All chapters will be in drabble lengths.
Disclaimer: I don't own Fairy Tail.
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Mr. Lohr was right about the tight security inside his home. The guards were switching every twenty minutes and there were lookouts posted in every possible entrance for infiltration.
According to his client, his wife Minerva was a deep sleeper (oftentimes inebriated from her alcohol addiction) and killing her past midnight would be the best time. Careful plotting was of utmost important and the Lord wanted a clean kill with no traces of him being involved in the assassination.
With his sword in place, Gray counted to three before slitting the neck of one of the rotating guards. And then, he run towards the darkened hallway (hiding in the shadows) until he found the third room from the receiving area.
His hand slightly pushed open the door and he took a peek inside to see if the Lady was already asleep. When he found her in bed, the grip on his blade tightened and he took a calculated leap to land soundlessly beside his target.
Swish.
It was over in a second and he was already blocks away from the house when the guards discovered the corpse.
("It's Gray and not Mr. With-the-broken-sword." He corrected, pulling his sword back in its place.)
The wind was hitting his face as he sped towards the hut inside the forest where he agreed to meet her earlier.
(The blonde giggled at his grumpy attitude and she briefly tapped his shoulder in her fit of amusement, "By the way, I'm Lucy.")
It wasn't a date he said, but he wanted to thank her properly for healing him three months ago.
("The too-happy-healer." He supplied.
"I think 'the gorgeous healer' suits me better." She flashed him a smile and Gray almost said 'yes' at her suggestion (because she really was beautiful) if not for the interference of a crowing rooster.)
As soon as he rounded up the corner, he saw her lightly lift her head to look into his direction. Her eyes widened in shock when she saw his approaching form and cautious hands were immediately on his chest as Lucy muttered an 'Are you okay?' and 'Where are you hurting?' to his stilled form.
The act and expression confused him but it later dawned on him that his target's blood has splattered onto his shirt. No wonder she showed so much concern—the blonde-healer thought it was his own blood.
"I'm fine, Lucy."
"But you have blood on your shirt!"
He grabbed one of her hands and enclosed it with his own.
"They're not mine. Don't worry too much... all right?"
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hugs and kisses,
Fia
