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Lots of drama and pain in this chapter. I finally got three reviews for the last chapter, so as promised, here it is.

Previously:

Sweating, tired, about to sleep, but smiling and still herself, to the very end.

Erza.

Erza Scarlet, the girl with the red hair.

The girl that I fell in love with.

Lucy's P.O.V.

The next couple weeks passed by in a blur.

Tea with Mira.

Lunch with the ever suspicious Juvia and sweet Lisa.

Library with bookworm Levy.

Stressing training sessions with Erza.

Small talk over dinner with a drunk Cana and a sharp Evergreen.

A desert with a lot of weird people.

Not that they weren't hot.

Whoa, whoa, forget that I said that last part.

Cough, anyway, the mental sessions were becoming easier and easier to resist.

Rouge's was far by the hardest.

Rouge's Mental Session

I was getting a bit used to the torture room.

Really, Lucy, you have to stop sounding like a madman.

Rouge floated into the room.

He stared at me so intensely, that I started to get self conscious and blushed lightly.

He smirked, then disappeared into the shadows.

"Once you can catch me, I will stop."

I was confused. Stop what?

Then the shadows started swirling around me, making weird blood red doors appear before me.

Experimenting for a bit, I randomly opened a door.

Rogue stepped out.

Or at least a different of Rouge.

He had glasses, and he was squirming under a gaze that wasn't given.

He pushed his glasses up to his nose.

"I'm really sorry about this!"

He squeaked, and then started giving me complicated math formulas.

My mind started spinning.

Jellal's torture would have been better than this.

My mind snapped into focus, as the memory of the intense pain woke me up.

I slammed the door shut, and the string of problems faded away.

The door was now engraved with words that said,

'Death by Math'

Haha, Rouge. I thought. Very funny.

I started on the next room.

This time, it was a Rouge, and he was shirtless, and he was glowing with confidence.

Sort of like the opposite of the Rouge that I had met seconds before.

He smirked.

"Hey, babe."

Whoa whoa whoa. That is totally not the way Rouge speaks.

He pushed my hand into his chest.

My face was probably burning by now.

"Ya like that?" He whispered in my ear, nipping it gently.

Rouge. Does not. Use slang.

His face was inches away from mine now.

Suddenly, I recovered myself, kicked him spot on, and slammed the door shut.

As I tried to get over being near that piece of hot stuff, words came up on the door.

D

E

A

T

H

B

Y

D

E

S

I

R

E.

Really, I thought, glaring at the door.

Is that the best you can come up with?

I was about to grab another door randomly again, but I figured it would be no use, and sat down to think.

What had made me snap out of it?

The first time, I had remembered Jellal's torture.

The second time, Rouge had bit my ear.

Speaking of which, as I reached for my ear, that really-

It popped into my mind.

THAT'S IT!

IT HURT!

(A/N: Um, Lucy, we all knew it hurt, the pint is?)

Silly author, the key is pain!

Pain made me snap out of it!

Gnashing my teeth together, I punched myself full force in the stomach.

The pain made me cry out, but it worked.

I was back in the torture room, Rouge looking at me like I was some kind of alien from Outer Space.

I reached up and grabbed his cloak.

"Got you, " I said with a smile.

He vanished into the shadows with a look of astonishment, and some small respect?

I was getting there.

See, that wasn't that bad.

But what was stifling was the desert with Grey.

There was like, dead silence, and awkward silence.

I fidgeted with my spoon, playing with my ice cream.

He ahemed, and tried to make some conversation.

For some reason, I just put a finger to his lips, and winked.

A small blush-Was it a blush?- spread across his cheeks, and he muttered a, "Gochosma deshita." (Thank you for the food.)

And vanished into the depths of the tubes.

When I touched my forehead to make sure I didn't have a fever, I was burning hot, and decided to go to sleep early today.

Now, I was walking thorough the hallways, ditching training for a bit.

Then, I bumped into someone.

I muttered a quick, "Sorry," and was about to keep walking, when that person caught my arm.

I glanced back at him, and gasped, shocked.

"You're-"

Ho ho. A cliffhanger.

This was just me being mean.

Remember I need 3 reviews for this chapter, for an update!

Sayonara,

Allora chan