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Welcome to Forsaken, Chapter si-
Jellal: SHUT THE HELL UP AND START THE STORY!
Me: ... Gawd you're mean! *cries*
Jellal: Please start it.
Me: Why are you so eager?
Jellal: This is my favorite chapter.
Me: *thinking* OH MY GAH! REALLY?!
Jellal: The author doesn't own me, Fairy Tail, or the unknown person. She also doesn't own Band-Aids.
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Unknown person's POV:
I saw it on the news.
My eyes had been glued to the screen since her name was mentioned.
Izumi Toshiko.
The picture that popped up on the T.V. was unmistakably her's. Izumi's amethyst hair was a lot longer than it used to be, but her matching amaranthine eyes were as recognizable as ever.
To think that I'd just begun to give up hope before this broadcast showed.
Before I even realized it, my feet were carrying me outside. It seemed the news had had a similar effect on others, as the street was flooded with people.
One cry of disbelief quickly turned into an uproar.
It seemed that Izumi was still causing chaos.
Not wanting to become part of the madness, I slowly backed away into my open doorway. I shut the door tight and yet I was still able to hear the din.
I knew why they were shrieking.
Jellal Fernandes had been released.
Being me, I had a growing suspicion about how Izumi and Jellal disappeared on the same day. It would have been the worst case scenario, but I had to keep the possibility in mind.
My train of thought was suddenly cut off, my doubts quickly confirmed.
"-Izumi was always a wayward child." The interview was live, showing a man with icy blue eyes. The statement caught my interest.
"The evening before she disappeared, she asked me to release Jellal Fernandes." He continued on, ignoring the stunned gasps.
"What would Izumi Miyoko want to do with a criminal?" The channel's reporter forcefully asked him the question.
"You mean Izumi Fernandes," The man claimed matter-of-factly.
Fire danced in my eyes. In an attempt to free my anger, I slammed my fist against the table.
Why would she do something like that?
Half of me could understand, but the rest of me couldn't. Was it really that easy for her to move on, something I couldn't do?
Jellal Fernandes was the last person I wanted Izumi to become acquaint with. After all this time, she'd been with him!
Gritting my teeth, I threw the remote at the T.V, smashing the screen.
Finally, I was freed from the information I didn't want to hear.
I knew that whether I like it or not, she was with him and I could do nothing about it.
Damn it!
It was just so frustrating!
Firing up the computer, I searched the surname Toshiko.
It wasn't Izumi's last name any more, but it was the last name of her foster parents and her sister, Katsumi.
The television was still sparking somewhere behind me, but I was to consumed with the site I was reading to really care.
Apparently, her 'father's' name was Takashi Toshiko and her 'mother's' name was Etsuko Toshiko. Somehow, I had missed the press' pouncing all over Izumi and Katsumi's adoption. If only I had seen the news then, perhaps this never would have happened…
Scrolling down, I focused my attention on the article where Takashi was talking about Izumi.
'…I never understood her fascination with Jellal.'
I laughed aloud coldly. Like he would know anything about that.
'She was unpredictable.'
This man was full of shit. Izumi was the most predictable person I knew, no matter how hard she tried. She didn't do things secretly like he claimed she did.
What I really needed to do was to find Izumi, but the first place I would have to go to would be her parents' house. Unfortunately, given the amount of attention the whole affair was getting, I was going to have to wait…
Izumi's POV:
A jaded sigh escaped my lips, sounding ten times louder than it really was.
That's how quiet it was in the house.
Or was it my house?
Wait, no. Was it our house, considering that Jellal and I lived here… together?
Bunching up my eyebrows in frustration, I gave up entirely. It was just a house for God's sake!
"I'm so bored." My voice was gruff from lack of interest.
"As am I." Jellal's voice was lackluster.
It had been like this for at least a week since Jellal's recovery. Once the house how been thoroughly explored, there was nothing to do. Both of us had been pretty much trapped inside since the blizzard set in. Speaking of the snowstorm, all of the windows were whited out, not even allowing us a glimpse at the destruction outside.
Squeezing my eyes shut, I tried to think of the things I would do when I got bored. An idea popped into my head.
"Did you happen to see any games lying around?" My voice wasn't really hopeful, but if there just happened to be –
"Not one."
The last shred of hope I had vanished. "How disappointing." Even the mockery in my voice was dull.
"If it would entertain you, we could make up a game." Jellal's voice was so dry that it cracked me up.
"Hahahaha." I clutched my stomach as my shoulders shook lightly. "I used to do that when I was little."
"Are you saying that my ideas are childish?" Even Jellal, typically stoic, showed slight annoyance.
"N-"
"Because not all games are for children. In fact, I know a lot adult games." Jellal broke off my denial.
"Why didn't you say so earlier?" My fit of laughter had ended by now.
"I hadn't thought that you were the type to play such games." He stated as if he already had my personality figured out.
"Damn it, Jellal! I'm so freaking bored that I would play anything!" I waved my arms around in desperation.
"Really?" The blue haired man's voice sounded oddly honeyed.
"Yes!" I huffed, exasperated.
"Great." Jellal replied, a sly smile on his face.
Oh snap.
"Did you just trick me?" I accused him earnestly, my voice dead with delayed shock.
"Absolutely."
I let him off the hook, eager to put an end to my ennui. "What's this 'game' we're going to play?"
"Just a basic drinking game. I found some alcohol in one of the cupboards. I'll go and get it."
Alcohol? Basic?
How can you put those two words in the same sentence?
Well technically they hadn't been, but still!
Jellal chuckled at my spaced out expression, turning around to go retrieve the bottles.
What had I gotten myself into?!
It seemed to sink in when Jellal poured a clear fluid into two matching shot glasses.
"What do I do?" I was entirely lost.
"On three, we both drink it. Whoever gets drunk first loses."
My face fell. What a crude game!
Jellal didn't wait. "One, two, three."
In synchronization, Jellal and I took the glasses to our lips.
For me, it was a whole new experience. The liquid burned in my mouth, so I swallowed it quickly, and it burned the whole way down.
I shuddered in disgust. "It tastes like… gasoline."
"Are you giving up?" Jellal joked, a challenging glint to his eyes.
"Not at all!" I retorted with unwavering certitude.
Two shots became four, four became eight, and I began losing count at that point.
It was absolutely remarkable at how the game had totally backfired on Jellal. Somehow, I wasn't really getting that affected by the drink, but… I don't know what to say about him.
"Surrender." I commanded the blue haired man, but he resisted me.
"Nesver." Jellal's speech was slurred.
He let out a cute little hiccup, which happened frequently.
"Why? You're totally blitzed."
"I'm noht losing to ah girl." Jellal insisted, reaching for the bottle.
When he tried to pour more of the alcohol, he missed the glasses and poured it all over the wooden table. Still unaware of the mess he was making, the bottle slipped from his hand, shattering into pieces all over the table.
"I'll clean it." I offered, not wanting Jellal to cut himself trying to fix the mess.
"No!" One word came out clearly, and very angrily. "I cahn clean et myself."
Jellal stood abruptly, staggering over towards the kitchen. Yet somehow he missed the open doorway, slamming headfirst into a wall.
That was exactly what I was worrying about.
He landed splayed out on the floor. "Owww." He mumbled, pressing his hand against his forehead.
Honestly…
I think Jellal had a little too many.
In the bathroom, I grabbed a big Band-Aid for his head. It was just a hop, a skip and a jump from the bathroom to the living room, so I was back seconds later.
"Can you sit up?" I questioned.
Jellal obliged, but then stared at the Band-Aid as if it was the devil. "Are yhu going to puht that on me?"
"Yeah." I responded, since it was pretty obvious.
"But…" Then he whispered under his breath, and it sounded like he said 'real men don't wear those.'
"Jellal." I caught his attention, his troubled onyx eyes staring down at me. "I don't really care about your dignity right now. I just don't want you bleeding on the carpet."
His face first twisted into disbelief, then rage, and then ended in sincerity. "I undehrstan."
I pressed the Band-Aid onto the wound just as Jellal lifted up his bangs. Before I even realized it, he wrapped his arms around my waist, closed the distance between us.
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Oh my god! He was – he was…!
Jellal rolled over, trapping me beneath him. His lips crashed against mine, tasting strongly of alcohol.
I tried to push him off me, to free myself from his compelling kiss, but Jellal was way too heavy for me to force him away.
His body pressed against mine, and I felt every contour of his muscles. Heat rose up towards my cheeks, and I'm sure Jellal saw my flushed face when he pulled away.
"Get off me!" I demanded, still trying to push him off.
"Why? Don't you like it?" He exhaled on my neck, causing a shiver to travel down my spine.
"No." Amidst all emotions that were surging through me, I wasn't sure if that was a lie or not. "Get off me." I ordered again.
"Not happening." Jellal teased me, a sideways grin on his face.
"Please." My voice became pleading.
Still not listening to me, Jellal leaned forward, and took my bottom lip into his mouth. He lightly sucked on it, and I tried to squirm out from beneath him. Switching to my top lip, Jellal's tongue licked dangerously close to the entrance of my mouth.
If I were to say anything, considering how close we were, I'd end up kissing him! However, if I don't move…
As if Jellal sensed exactly what I was thinking, his hands travelled down to the end of my shirt. The tiny space between was just enough for Jellal to begin tugging my top off. Jumping in surprise at the boldness Jellal was showcasing, my lips connected with his.
Surprisingly, he leaned back, until he was straddling me. I'd noticed a little while ago that his speech had returned to normal. "If you're true to your words Izumi, then why don't I see resistance in your eyes? All I see," he bent down, murmuring in my ear, "is lust."
For a moment I was a little shocked, but I tried to play it safe "You're just drunk."
His soft chuckle unnerved me. "Am I?"
"Stop screwing with my head, Jellal. I don't like it." To show my dissatisfaction, I frowned subtly.
"I'm not doing anything. But you're lying to yourself." Jellal made his point, only messing with my brain even more.
"I'm not lying!" I pressed my hand against my burning forehead, narrowing my eyes in defiance.
"Let's test that."
"Wait! Wha-" I broke off in a cry of surprise as he nipped at my neck, then trailed his tongue along my jugular vein.
Focusing on a patch of skin, Jellal began sucking solely on one spot. A small whine escaped my lips, and my head tilted back automatically.
"Do you like that?" He taunted me.
"No! Stop it!" Denying him, I closed my eyes, wishing this would all just go away.
"You're lying." I could make out the mischief in his voice.
Exhaling loudly in a fit of anger, I glared up at Jellal. "I'm not lying!"
"Then what are you feeling right here." He pushed on my lower stomach, right where all my emotions seemed to be swirling.
"I feel nothing but loathing, Jellal. I hate you! I hate how you make me feel, and I hate how powerless I am against you!" The words flew out of my mouth, and I didn't even know what I was saying.
He seemed to stop for a second, as if waiting for me to finish. "And what did I do, to make you hate me so much?"
"You wouldn't listen to me." I struggled against him, but I wasn't making any progress.
It was a ridicules reason to hate someone, but I couldn't come up with a believable excuse in this state of mind.
Did I hate him?
Or course not! But right now, I'm hardly thinking about anything. All I'm doing is reacting.
"I'm listening now, aren't I?" Jellal used my own excuse against me.
"I hate you." I claimed again, ignoring him entirely.
Regardless of my words, Jellal set his hands on the sides of my face. "What a shame."
Locking lips with me, Jellal started getting bolder. His tongue pushed its way through my pursed lips, and started exploring my mouth. In rebellion against the intrusion, I jabbed my tongue, as if it were a spear, at his. Even if I wished it was, my tongue was nothing close to a spear, and I ended up gliding my tongue against his.
I clearly sent the wrong message.
His hand snaked its way up to my scalp, grabbing hold of my hair. Now with even more control, Jellal angled my head back, allowing him better access. A hiccup shook its way through Jellal's body, rocking his hips against mine.
Being so overwhelmed with our emotions, neither of us noticed the howling of the wind as it picked up in speed. We didn't even see as one of the rocking chairs started rising, buffeted by the precarious gusts.
Jellal and I didn't become aware of this until the rocking chair smashed through the window, shards of glass scattering all over the room.
Torrential amounts of snow began blowing through the room, and the temperature dropped considerably.
With Jellal taken by surprise, I managed to push him off me.
Seconds later, I scampered away from Jellal, not really towards anywhere in particular. Just anywhere. I had to get away from him, at least until he became sober again.
How could I have known that fate had other plans?
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