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I'm a Fairy
By LexieDragomire
Proof-read by FollieOfMadness
She gave him a timid smile. "I'm a Fairy."
Allen's eyes widened in shock but afterwards he calmed down.
"A fairy?" he questioned, unsure about the girl's psychological state. Plus in his opinion she looked more like an angel.
"Of course," she laughed, until she saw him press his lips into a line.
She sighed. "It was just a joke."
"Okay, but really who are you, Miss Lee?"
She blinked, confused. "Al…Mr. Allen, I already told you that my name is Lenalee Lee and we agreed you will call me by the name."
"Miss Lenalee, are you trying something on me?" he asked her, determined and a bit angry.
"N-no, why are you saying that; I really don't know what are you talking about," she said looking really trustful.
A worried shadow appeared on Allen's face. Is it just his imagination? Well even if it isn't and the voices are the same why should she know anything about it, anyway?
"Is there something wrong, Al…Mr. Allen…?"
He chuckled. "Would you like to just go by…names?"
She smiled. "I'm more than happy to. I will even call you Allen-kun if it makes you happier."
"Is that why you said it? To make me happier?"
'I asked her and she said it. It's no big deal.'
She nodded and her smile even widened. "I don't know why, but it fits calling you that."
He went and sat down again. "Do you have a problem with calling people Mister or Miss?"
She a bit embarrassed looked away. "Actually, not at all, it's just you."
He also looked away reminding himself that just because she has a problem calling him mister it doesn't mean that he's special to her. "Oh."
"But you didn't answer my question Allen-kun." He froze at how daily routine-esq it sounded from her lips.
"Is there something wrong?"
"I'm not sure it's… nothing just that when I'm with you it's as if…,"
'I know you.'
"…nothing makes sense. I feel confused… I haven't slept very well lately," he conceded again feeling strangely surprised how easy it was to say it in front of her when he had such a problem telling it to his parents.
"I see, is it a stress problem or you don't know?" she asked interested.
He looked at her and could help but smile at her interest. "I don't know. I mean it's not a stress problem. It's a longtime one. I have been having those dreams…almost forever."
"Hmm, what are they about?"
He froze again. He couldn't, couldn't, just tell her. He gave her a puppy dog eyes look and she with an apology written on her face nodded.
"But still, tonight before you go to sleep try thinking of something else. Don't focus on the dream that you are dreaming every night, just think of something else; anything, I'm sure it'll help," she said, confident and again looked at the sky.
"I really should be going now. It's getting late, but remember my words Allen-kun."
They both stood up. "Okay Lenalee, 'til next time."
"Goodbye, Allen-kun."
He was already on the road thinking about what he should think about before falling asleep when he heard her sweet as honey voice calling for him. "Dream a little dream about me, Allen-kun."
He turned around surprised. "What did you say?"
She smiled. "Good night and sweet dreams," and with that she turned around and slowly left.
He stood there for a little while before he as well walked away thinking if it was just his imagination again or if she actually said that. Still, he smiled. It was a good idea.
His friend Mike was a year older than him but he sometimes seemed younger. Thinking about it all of his friends seemed younger, like he had more life experience than them although it wasn't true. Just that he sometimes, like today, had a really strong feeling. The love kind.
"Unbelievable; I gave her my heart on a silver platter, and she just did that. Isn't it sad," almost cried Mike.
His other friend Matt rolled his eyes and Allen chuckled. 'Yeah, heartbreaking,' he thought.
They were all sitting in Mike's living room listing to his tragic story about love.
Hearing the phone ring Mike jumped up to take it.
Matt moved to Allen. "Okay, if it isn't her telling him that she loves him we have to torture her until she does, because I swear if I hear him cry again I'll kill him."
"Why won't you ask God for help?"
Matt immediately clapped his hands together and looked at the roof. "Dear God, it's me Matt, please stop this insanity before I will commit a murder or kidnap, thank you. It's Matt if you forgot."
Allen chuckled just as Mike walked in with a satisfied strut. "She said we can meet again tomorrow."
Matt looked at Allen. "Wow, God actually heard my appeal."
"Yeah and you gave it out on him," he pointed at the still happy Mike.
Matt grimaced. "Friends; you sometimes can't live with them but all the other times can be without, right?"
"Uh-huh, keep yourself telling that."
They laughed.
Allen put his tired from a long day body on his bed and made a satisfied smile appear on his face.
'It was a good day off.'
He tried to memorize it from the early morning he woke up until now when he remembered Lenalees' words from early.
"But still, tonight before you go to sleep try thinking about something else. Don't focus on the dream that you are dreaming every night, just think of something else; anything, I'm sure it'll help."
Her almost shining amethyst eyes when she was saying it to him was the last thing on his mind when the dream sailed him away.
"Dream a little dream about me, Allen-kun."
Light.
He saw light coming from the end of the empty dark hall.
He walked to it as if it wasn't anything strange and found himself in a bright room full of people without faces. He looked around, still calm although the room was full of non-faced people who looked scary with their composed selves, as if everything was the way it should be. Suddenly he smiled, noticing Lenalee sitting beside one of the tables and went to her.
"Good morning, Allen-kun," she greeted him cheerfully.
"Good morning, Lenalee. It's good to see you again. How was your mission?" he asked with the same voice tone.
She giggled. "Quite easy, however we did have a small incident."
"Incident? I hope it wasn't anything dangerous."
"Nah. It was a funny incident. Lavi fell into the river on our way back."
He laughed. "What? Was he going after a girl or something?"
"Lenalee!" rebuked someone abruptly.
Allen turned around and smiled when he saw a red-haired figure dressed in the same black uniform as he and the others without a face.
"I told you not to say it to anyone, remember?"
"I don't remember hearing anything like that," she smiled brightly.
Lavi cried. "That's not fair! Pretty girls get away with everything!"
Allen laughed looking at his two friends.
He misses them.
Allen woke up calmly with a simply quiet opening of the eyes. It took him a moment to realize that he had come back from the dream-world without fear or out of control heartbeat.
He didn't sit up like usual he just blinked a few times and tried to remember what was his for the first time different dream like.
'There was Lenalee dressed in her long black dress,' he thought about her sitting behind some table with that lovely smile of her's.
'And the room… it was big and full of light. And…those people without faces,' he memorized them.
'Strange, that they didn't look scary at all.' He turned to the window opposite to his bed.
'They were familiar,' crossed his mind before he slept again.
"Allen!" his mother called as he was sat behind the table with his family and ate breakfast.
He blinked, surprised, wondering when did he wake up and come down to eat.
"Pardon, I was…thinking." 'I guess.'
His mother sighed and his father just shrugged.
"I was saying that I talked to Mr. Adam," she started again. Allen almost chuckled. 'Great! Good news early morning.'
"Well and he told me some very disturbing things about a young lady that came to our town, Mrs. Lee. Haven't you heard about her?"
Allen squeezed the cutlery. "N-no, what did he say?"
His mother took a handkerchief and cleaned her mouth. "Well, apparently the young lady came to the town because she was running away from a scandal in England that she caused. He didn't say what it was but I think that it's pointless in the end."
Allen's father sighed. "Please dear, let's not jump to conclusions. I'm sure that the young lady has a good reason to be here alone. And even if she did something in her homeland which forced her to run, I'm sure the important thing is what kind of person she is, am I right?" he looked at his children, who both in an agreement, smiled joyfully.
Yes, his father was a right person.
Charlotte raised her brows but didn't say anything, apparently touched that her husband didn't support her in this.
Allen continued eating his bacon knowing that this state will wear off by evening and that everything will be okay or at least normal.
"Allen!" called his mother as he was at the door. "Don't forget to take your gloves," she said with a smile.
Allen looked at his hands surprised to found that he didn't have his gloves on. He couldn't remember a single time this had happened to him. If ever.
He looked at his mother, who was with his sister and father looking at him like they were waiting for some sign of assurance.
"Of course," he said slowly, like from a distance wondering how will they react. Like on a command they all turned away and continued with their previous jobs.
'What was that?'
He walked down the street without his gloves for the first time he could remember and tried to find some sense in what was happening to him. 'Am I going mad?'
"We must be lucky finding each other," said a lovely voice behind him and he stopped so the girl could reach him.
'Am I in love?'
"Good morning, Lenalee," he greeted.
She smiled. "Good morning, Allen-kun. Are you going to the shop?" she asked.
"I wanted to… but I think I will skip today," he said and waited for her to reach him.
Lenalee blinked and then gave him a steady look before she bit her lip nervously asking. "Is something wrong?"
Allen shook his head and smiled. "It's nothing really, Lenalee."
She nodded and it took a long while before either of them spoke again.
"Oh, by the way I took your advice and it actually worked. You know the one about my dreams?"
She blinked and happily smiled. "Is that so? I'm happy to hear it. Was this new dream good?"
He looked at the ground. "Well you could say it that way. I mean it was good. It made me feel… happy, or better to say not empty," he said without thinking and almost immediately after that embarrassedly blushed.
"That sounded strange…"
And then she stopped him by taking his hands in hers.
He blinked and looked at their naked hands that were touching for the first time they met and wondered how it is possible that it feels so familiar.
"No Allen-kun, it didn't sound strange at all. I don't know why it is that way but people feel empty. A feeling of loneliness with sorrow that's torturing the hopeless ones. It's a bad and scary feeling," she said with her beautiful eyes full of life gazing into his curious ones.
Like he wasn't even listening to what was she saying, he turned his hands around to repay her the embrace and gently with his thumps stroked the soft skin of the back of her hands.
It was clear to see how her eyes widened a bit and how a lovely pink covered her small cheeks as he did so.
"W-what…," she looked away from his eyes and their hands. "W-what was your dream about?" she managed to say.
Allen, who was still looking at their hand,s answered. "I had a dream about two people who were my friends."
"R-really?"
He nodded lost in his thought about his new never before had dream. "One of them, a girl was telling me about a funny thing that happened to my other friend. Lavi, and he was a bit upset about it. But they were still friends, they knew it was just a joke."
"Is that his name? Lavi?" she asked suddenly, which brought him back raising his head to look at her, finding out that all the shyness was gone.
"Yes, it is…. it was. His name was Lavi," he said and gave her a strange smile. "Funny name wasn't it?"
She shrugged her shoulders. "I heard funnier. So I believe this is the first time that you ever dreamed about Lavi, am I right? Is he a good friend of yours? Or your dream friend?"
"I think he was… he was like a brother," he said.
She moved her head aside. "Why was?"
Smilingly he imitated her putting his own question. "Why still is?"
Her lips formed into a playful smile but refused to answer, biting her distracting lower lip and getting his full attention.
His eyes closely watched her, feeling some strange desire growing and trembling inside of him. "Lenalee, how come you ask so much about Lavi but not about the girl I told you?"
She looked at their hands whispering. "I'm jealous."
"I didn't say we did anything. We're just friends."
"You sure about that, Allen-kun?" She let him go and he turned his head around as he heard a bird singing. Just then he noticed that during the time they were holding hands it felt like the world had stopped.
Allen didn't know what to do. Never in his whole life had he felt more confused than with this girl who was attracting him like a magnet.
His face became sad. "Who are you, Lenalee?" he asked coldly.
She blinked and right after that giggled like a little girl. "I already told you."
"No, you didn't. We started talking about the salutation and we didn't get back the previous topic. So? Who are you?"
Her face was suddenly full of frustration and so was her voice when she spoke while walking away.
"As I already said my name is Lenalee Lee and I come from England and as you know I hate God, anything else?"
He sighed and walked a bit faster to catch her. "Did you runaway from England because of some scandal?"
She turned around and he managed to stop just before he would crash into her.
Crossing her arms she surprised him with a provoked smile playing on her face. "Allen-kun, do I look like a girl that creates scandals?"
He looked around realizing that they were standing at the back wall of their town's factory.
How come we suddenly passed such a distance? "Things a lot of the time aren't what they appear to be in the world," he said with an unforced smile.
"And everything in this one," mumbled Lenalee too quiet for Allen to hear.
"What did you say?"
"Never mind, and no, whoever told you that I runaway is a liar," she said calmly and pressed her back against the old wall.
Allen frowned. 'I know Adam is a bad person.'
He went closer to her and also pressed his back against the wall. "I'm sorry if I upset you. I shouldn't even thought about you doing something bad." (TN: Yes, because the smartest move is to place complete faith into a woman you met last chapter-ago. Obviously.)
She shook her head and looked at the sky. "That's okay. You didn't know, besides you don't know if you can trust me, we're strangers."
'But it doesn't feel like we are, does it?'
"Yes, but usually I have more faith in humanity. To say the truth I was happy when my father pleaded for you this morning. I don't know why I asked for it in the first place," he put his head down.
"It's okay," she said again. "I left England because I wanted to travel and this town is one of my stops."
"So, you like travelling?"
"Hmm, you could say it that way. Travelling is interesting. Seeing new places, meeting new people."
"But you didn't say that you like it," he pointed and finally looked at her.
"No… travelling can be a great thing when you want to get out, leave and spend time thinking about something else but I think it would be terrible to travel around the world knowing that there isn't a place in the world that you could call a real home," she gave him a steady look and he as a response smiled, thinking how familiar that sounded to him. He had a home and a family though, so how come he understood what she was saying?
"You're right. I don't know how but I just know that you're right."
She also smiled.
"And you're travelling just because you want to?"
"Well… there is a special reason."
"And if I may ask what should that be?"
They both were looking into each others' eyes when she leaned a bit closer and with a low voice said. "I'm looking for something."
Allen blinked. "What are you looking for, Lenalee?"
She, conspired, smirked. "Let me tell you a story, okay?"
As he nodded she started. "Once upon a time in a land far far away. There lived this boy," she glanced at him and he couldn't help himself but swallow beneath the pressure of the simple look. She without a blink continued. "His life wasn't a fairytale… he sometimes was sure that there won't be any happy ending in the end but as long as he had his friend he knew that whatever is going to happen he will survive it… as long as they will be together as a true family," she said slow and Allen suddenly noticed that her expression changed. Although her eyes were on his face, they were looking through him somewhere in the distance.
'A true family.' It sounded familiar.
She continued. "This boy and his family were once on a… adventure and the boy got hurt and a… evil witch put a strong evil spell upon him. A spell that caused him to fall asleep but it wasn't no ordinary sleep… he kept a sleep for hours, and hours turned into days and days into weeks. All of his friends were sad because without him the family was broken. They did everything they could to wake the poor boy up but it was just no use. One very wise wizard told them that the boy doesn't want to wake up," her gaze was back and he felt a shiver that ran through him.
"Why doesn't he want to wake up?" he asked with a dry tone.
"Because the evil spell created the perfect dream in which the boy lives a happy life."
"Without his friends?"
"He doesn't need them there."
"What about them? Did they give up?"
She shook her head. "No, of course not. They believed that one day he will remember them and come back, but until then they tried a few things. One of his friends was a girl so the others considered that the most oldest and powerful spell-breaker could work. A kiss of true love."
"Did it work?"
She shrugged her shoulders. "I haven't heard the ending yet."
"A fairy telling a fairytale," he mumbled hypnotized by her eyes.
Suddenly he swallowed again and nervously looked away. "So, what, you actually believe that a kiss would save everything? Even bring back someone from dead?" he asked and they both knew that it wasn't just some ordinary question.
"A kiss from true love will break any spell," she answered slowly getting lost in his eyes.
He in some delirium, like it wasn't him who controlled his body, leaned closer and before they knew it their faces were inches away. She managed to close her eyes just before their lips actually touched in their very first gentle and delicate, as if it was some kind of fragile glass, kiss.
Although, gentle and delicate was fine for a first kiss, however the passion which they were both hiding in their hearts was unstoppable. So it was more than natural when his hand went to her face as he was slowly developing a strong pressure on her lips so she would open them and let him in. Once she did, he fully took control and showed her and himself how he felt about her.
He couldn't help it but his lips formed into a satisfied smile as he felt the euphoria that was controlling their heads from the kiss. The soft lips and passionate tongues made the perfect kiss, which caused her to moaned.
Although the feeling was burnt into them forever the kiss itself lasted for only a short moment. Panting like a thirsty dog he pressed his hand against the wall of the old house thankful that it's there. Looking at her pressing her whole back against the wall he wondered if she as well as he feel like her lungs weren't too big to absorb oxygen anymore and if her heart was about to jump out of her body as his. Did she as well as he feel like she just heard or read the most beautiful song or poem that was ever created by some angel? Did she feel the emotion… the true undeniable love? He felt so light headed, like as if he just woke up.
She giggled and closed her eyes, delighted like a little girl.
"D-did it…work?" he asked breathless and she stopped and gave him a serious look.
She stared at him for a moment and then turned her head away hiding her face behind her hair. "No… you would know it," she whispered slowly.
"You would remember."
AN: That's it for today next up the third chapter: We're empty and someone really close to Allen is going to die in this chapter so be ready.
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TN: Thanks to you, I can now only imagine the Millennium Earl dressed as the Wicked Witch of the west. XD I would say I hate you, but I'm laughing too hard to. XD
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