Chapter 11
They say a good compromise is when neither side is happy. Therefore, the sleeping arrangements that the three had eventually settled on must have been perfect. Erza had her own room where she couldn't keep an eye on Jellal. Jellal was in a different room where, even though he was in Erza's house, a wall separated them. And Lucy slept in the same room as Jellal where she could react immediately if Erza came in in a bad mood, though it meant sharing a bed with a guy.
No one was happy.
It was a perfect little moment they all wanted to erase from time.
The morning after Jellal's confession, Erza was up first. As always, she went downstairs and drank about a gallon of coffee. She wasn't naturally a morning person (it was necessary to get up early so she could be at the guild all day keeping people from misbehaving) so she needed something big to get her started.
Once she was actually awake, something horrible occurred to her. One the second floor, just above the kitchen, there was a blue haired demon.
What was Jellal playing at, anyway? Why cast a spell on her? What had he said he'd been trying for? Repulsion? She'd have to question him a little more today.
She was actually about to storm up there and demand answers from him right then when she remembered Jellal was, for reasons unknown to her but pretty damn obvious to anyone else, sharing a room with Lucy. And she didn't want to disturb Lucy.
Sighing, she made another pot of coffee incase Lucy wanted any when she woke up.
The next person to wake up was actually Jellal. This was at some point when Erza was making her first gallon of coffee. From the second he opened his eyes he knew it'd be a bad day. It was another one of those periods where he'd constantly jump between those two mentalities. That same god dammed mentalities that had caused him to cast that accursed spell on Erza that had led to him being in his current horrid situation.
He shut his eyes and rolled over, rapping himself up tightly in the sheets and accidentally pulling them off of Lucy. This was when she woke up.
Lucy didn't complain much about having the sheets stolen. Jellal looked like he needed them anyway. She got up and went into the bathroom. Though Erza lacked the various hair and skin products Lucy was accustomed to, the blond made due with soap, water, a brush, and a fairly cheap hair drier. It took her a little longer than usual, but an hour and a half later she was looking just as adorable as ever when she came downstairs.
It was a good thing she wasn't to big on coffee, because the last mug had gone cold a while ago by this point.
And so began the first day of hell…
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Rune Caster: Okay, a shorter chapter, but that just looked like the perfect place to stop.
