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Lyon's P.O.V.
I watched her eyes illuminate as she savored every bite of the supple muffin. Her soft lips touched them, as if she was kissing them to thank them for their taste. She spoke sometimes, to fill in the silence of the space. I didn't mind, it gave me more time to admire that face of hers. She left shortly after her third muffin, thanking me for company and the privilege of the baked good. She then warned me about buying out the bakery of the blueberry muffins again. I simply smiled at her as she walked away, then remembered our promise. "Oye, Juvia." She turned around slowly, her blue orbs sparkling. "Remember, you owe me." I finished with my winning grin. She shuddered a bit, perhaps recalling the memoir of that fateful day we encountered each other, then slowly nodded and pushed her way out of the bakery shop.
I sighed with a grandeur happiness, indulging in the sweet reminiscence in both taste and sight. She had a way of making my head sway with exasperation. I didn't know how to cope with not having her. It was almost like an obsession, every waking moment I had to focus on the task at hand to get a second of relief from the thoughts of that water mage. Swiftly looking at my watch, I gulped down the bliss of having time before my next job. It was police work, apparently they were hiring temporary mages to slow down the city's crime rates. However, I thought as I sipped on my black coffee, on the outside this city is so devilishly charming. "Who knew," I whispered, "what secrets lied in the depths of this place." I placed my hand on my lips firmly, counting on whatever my imagination could conjure up. "You know, if you keep talking to yourself, people will think you're crazy." I looked up quickly to meet a pale face. Her blood curls suited it very well. I chuckled. "Seems like everyone is crazy in some way." She smiled half heartedly, looking in another direction. "Well, some are crazier than others, others prefer to act crazy to entertain those whose craziness dwindles within them." She spoke as she had some sort of admiration towards the subject of someone's mental state. For a messy girl, her vocabulary was exquisitely formal. She sat down in the booth slowly, not looking in my direction. "I take it you're black and white in a gray area?" I spoke softly, taking another sip of my coffee. "Excuse me?" She replied, obviously taking offense as she gazed at me. "What I mean is, not from around these parts, I'd assume from your way of speech, you are of, how should I put this, of higher being."
She winced. "I guess I let it slip. Hm, fine." She laid back in her booth seat. "You've caught me by the tail." "A short tail it is." I said smiling. She sniggered softly at the remark, shuffling in her seat a bit more. "The name is Seera." She said as she propped her elbows onto the table. "No last name to go along with that charming name of yours?" "No.. no not at all. I've forgotten. It's past instances, I try to look forward." "Ah," I tried to sound as interested as possible. "No turning back?" She didn't respond quickly, lost in a daze. Her eyes like brown pebbles, resting on the table. I allowed a brief moment, before clearing my throat. She shook her head, slightly embarrassed from losing her train of thought. She grew angry. "I don't need a stranger prying into my life history." She hissed at me, placing her hand on the table to assert dominance. Something about her vulgar distaste for my curiosity reminded of that beautiful rain woman. I chuckled lightly. "Perhaps you should write an autobiography for the world to see instead of speaking to random strangers about your 'personal' history." She grimaced, absorbing the insult. Seera then chuckled herself and said, "Well, you're quick on your feet mister.." "Vastia. Lyon Vastia." I extended an arm out. Seera took it with mutual politeness lingering in the air. I checked the time on my watch again. Shit, this encounter was longer than I thought. The few minutes I had was frittered away by this woman. "Well, if you'll excuse me, Miss Seera." I said as I lifted myself from the booth. "I have an important job that needs handling. Thank you for your lovely company." I bowed gentleman-like and went to take my leave. "Mr. Vastia." She spoke fiendishly as she still sat at the booth, her back facing me. I turned slowly to look at her. She lifted her arm up and I was astonished. My expensive leather watch was resting in her porcelain hand. I quickly went back and reached for it when she clasped it into her hand and stood up to face me. "Perhaps, I don't mind some strangers dwindling into my history," She paused, "and making their way into my future." She giggled as she rested her knuckles on her lips. Seera then quickly grabbed my hand and placed the watch onto my palm. I felt something paper like rub against my skin underneath it. Seera leaned in closer and said "Come watch me perform; eight o' clock sharp. I'll see you then, Mr. Vastia." Seera swiftly walked passed me and flurried out of the shop. The scent of raspberries grew strong, as I thought the bakery decided to overdose on raspberry cakes and goods. As I walked out the shop, I saw there was no sign of her, and realized the raspberries traces she had left behind herself. What a strange woman, I thought. I had neglected to look down at the paper she had given me along with my watch she slyly stole. The paper said:
The Kit Kat Klub Presents
OUR LADY IN BLACK
Showtime begins at 8 o' clock
Come one, come all. Our Lady has many exquisite skills
and extraordinary talent beyond measure. Do not miss
your chance to see Our Lady live!
We are located at the Harbor Plaza!
Hurry in, our seats will get filled up!
I stared at the paper, reading it word for word. It's not everyday I get to meet a famous person. A performer, huh? Why was she all tattered then? Perhaps to cover her image and not be suffocated by adoring devotees. Hmm; alright Lady in Black, I thought to myself, let's see what you've got. I shoved the paper into my pocket as I trotted my way to the police station.
Gray's POV
"Hey, watch where you're going! Filthy scum." a shrill voice screamed. A tall, slender woman who looked like of the "esteemed high class". Her dark blue high heels clicked upon the cobblestone street as she held her nose high. "If your fat ass wasn't taking up the entire road, I don't think we would have this problem." I murmured in her direction. Apparently, I had murmured a little too loudly. I felt a crashing weight on the back of my head as my body flailed to the ground. A large man in a blue suit spoke roughly to me "Speak to your senator's wife with a little more courtesy next time." The bitch smiled proudly and clicked on. The townspeople just stared, none of them dared to approach me. My palms were digging into the ground. The ground around me was pure ice by the time I got back up. I grabbed the man in the suit from his back collar and slammed him into the cobblestone, allowing the leftover ice to pierce through his skin. His bloodied body cause the bitch to scream as I made my way to kick the other suit's asses. One by one, they dropped like fruit flies. I gave a menacing stare to the cruel bitch as I walked toward her. She looked around for the townspeople, but they gave her no sympathy or aid. "Young man, if you so dare as to- stop what you're doing- my husband will-" "Will what?" I growled at her as I towered over her small figure. She squirmed under my raging atmosphere. Suddenly, her look of fear turned into a diabolical admiration. "You know, young man," She spoke with a grin crawling onto her face. "I've never met such a strong mage before. Perhaps you could come work for me." Her body language was enticing and inviting. She was young for a senator's wife, her face still appealing and her body was nice. I lowered my defenses, giving into her allure.
"How much we talkin' about?" I spoke dryly. "You should know, dear boy, I treat my guards very, very well." She emphasized her words as if suggesting something else. Although I almost had no interest in her, the money was something I needed badly. After not giving it much thought, I gave in. "Fine lady, I'll take in the offer. Don't think things are okay between us, I jus' need the money." The victory glistened in her eyes. "Perfect, escort me to my home immediately." She turned rapidly, her blue high heels clicking in perfect unison with the scenery of the town. The townspeople carried on with their regular actions, exchanging glances and sharing a mutual terror for the evil witch. I honestly didn't understand how I was alive at this point, three months after.. after.. ah. It had been hell. It really had. Hopping from place to place, allowing myself to be taken in by homely people who cared enough about others to restore a pinch of my faith into humanity. The last family had found me in the darkest of alleys, probably closer to the pit of hell. My beard had taken over my face like tall grass, my clothes tattered and ripped to shreds. Eyes bloodshot, my hair looked like a bird's nest. They cleaned me up like a shiny new penny ready to be tampered with again. I left everyone behind, not being able to look back. I attempted to go back, to start fresh again. It wasn't the same, everyone's eyes were clouded with judgment. Here I was, attending to the hand and foot of some evil warlord's bitch. What had pissed me off even more was her repetitive nature of wearing the color blue. Blue dress, blue heels, blue suits? As if it weren't bad enough, her name started with the letter "J". Jenna D'ivsor, wife and secretary to the senator. I couldn't help but allow the thought of the rain woman to linger into my putrid brain and reckless heart. I couldn't help but whisper her name in the hopes of her hearing me. "Juvia.." "Did you say something, guard?" The witch questioned without looking back. I paused for a brief moment to look up at the selfless sky giving me hope.
"No, nothing at all."