Title: Poisoned Blades - Chapter 6
Pairing: GraLu (Fairy Tail Fandom)
Summary: She broke through his impenetrable wall.
Rating: T
*An entry for September 2013 GrayLu week's Day 6 prompt: Memory
*Reposted from my Tumblr Account. All chapters will be in drabble lengths.
Disclaimer: I don't own Fairy Tail.
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His anger was rolling off of him like a raging fire.
It pained him.
It broke him.
It ruined him.
Whoever said that the truth could set one free was a downright fool. It didn't free him. In fact, the harsh reality was chaining him down to a pit full of sadness and agony.
He trusted her and she destroyed it.
Juvia was right after all, Lucy had been reeking of danger ever since their first encounter. As ironic as it sounds, she was a wolf in sheep's clothing – deceitful, cunning, and threatening – all being masked by her pretty and innocent face. He was charmed by her and he fell right into her trap.
How could he let this happen? He was supposed to be the cautious one and yet... Gray shook his head to the side and unsheathed his sword out to cut his table in half. Moping around wouldn't help him, he was a trained assassin and protocol dictated that all enemies must be eliminated.
All enemies.
Whether family or friend, kin or stranger, men or women; what had been branded as adversary must be eradicated at all costs.
But...
Bull shit!
How could he even do it when even the thought of pointing his sword at her tear-streaked face twisted his heart into unfathomable shapes?
She had woven in deep in his system that even in his anger, he could never kill her.
Never.
He pushed her onto the wall and he gritted his teeth – dark orbs glinting with menace; "Lucy, answer me. Are you an assassin from the Vastia clan?"
The blonde stiffened at the question and tears immediately fell from her eyes.
"Damn it. Answer the question!" his hand curled around her neck and he felt her swallow a breath of air.
"Stop fooling around with me. I saw the blade in your bag with the insignia of the Vastia's and no one outside of that blasted clan is allowed to have it. So tell me now. Are you from the Vastia?"
Her silence was grating on him and he almost brought a hand to her cheek if not for Lucy's agonizing whimpers.
"What if I am? Would you kill me for it?" her fingers encircled the hand holding her neck, "Would you throw away everything because of it? What difference would it make? I already told you before that I'm Lucy - your Lucy. Isn't that enough?!"
Gray's grip loosened slightly and he bowed his head a little in an attempt to cover his eyes, "But you lied to me."
"If I didn't, we wouldn't have this."
"Tell me honestly, was it all a lie?"
She was sobbing uncontrollably now but her determination to win him back gets the better of her, "No. My motives might have been tainted from the start... but all of that changed because of you. Because of what we experienced together – as strangers, as friends, as l-lovers..."
Her cries were piercing him and the urge to hug her was overwhelming, but right now he would shove his desires aside for the feeling of betrayal was echoing in his heart.
"It's over." He said, his hand slacking and leaving her neck.
(The sword he carried called out to him, but in between her tears and her unfaithfulness, for once, he turned his back away from slashing a foe.)
And he'd rather distance himself from her if it meant sparing her life from demise.
He loved her – a fact that would forever remain to be true.
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hugs and kisses,
Fia