All for Scarlet
~Enough is Enough~
Yay, thirty reviews now! Thanks to all those that had supported me so far, which must be brought under acknowledgement of Nobody2012 and Jerza Fernandes as well as Burning Souls and Haru3Elie3Plue forthe fantastic reviews! I also thank the followers and favors of this story, such as severedserenity and Dragon-fang18 along with DiamondAnime. Arigato to you all. Anyway, today our school had a pretty interesting holiday, Happy (March 14,2013) and White Day! :D
Her terrified amber eyes seemingly was glowing in the sea of darkness as her hitched breathing sent great foggy breathings, sharply graced against the darkness that so drowned her surroundings and mind. Erza turned her head constantly, desperate to see even one flicker of light in this dreary blackness, but there are none, in which ever direction she turned to.
"Erza…"
Her eyes widened in fear as her gaze, like a wild swaying lantern she turned in every possible direction, he's here! She will never, ever be able to forget that dreary hiss of his, the same tone that had mocked Simon's death, the same voice that had sadistically tormented her even at the last moments before he personally pushed her into the lacrima.
A noticeable tremble gradually grasped her as her bewildered gaze scanned at the surrounding darkness; sweat soaked her forehead as her arms instinctively crossed her chest. She did not know from which shadow he will step out from, did not know what he would do to her, only that she would be as vulnerable as a newborn kitty before him.
And then all of a sudden, he appeared out of nowhere and right before her. The tip of his nose mere millimeters from hers…so close that she can scent the evil radiating off him. The sight of his eyes frightened her, and that intricate tattoo that belonged only to him seemingly sapped the energy out of her. Her Magic had seemingly faded into thin air, and she is helpless to even move before him. It was as if her Magic and body now no longer belonged to her, but to him.
She was the great Titania, but hatefully, she knew before him, she was only as if a child tempting to play big and brave. She was never strong before him, he is her only weakness.
"Oh, Erza-chan," That disgustingly dark voice of his was what she had dreamt in her nightmares and memories. The sole being that managed to haunt her for years. Instinctively she flinched, and although her eyes portrayed as much courage as she can muster, she hated herself for appearing so weak, to even sway from his eyes after only seconds.
"My dear Erza, why are you staring at me in such away?" His dark gloved hand suddenly lashed out and clutched her wrist, and although she tried to wrench it away, the pure evil glowing in his eyes immobilized her as efficiently as one of his Bind Snakes. "In a hurry to get away, eh? I thought you missed me."
"Stay away from me!" She hissed with more authority than she can possibly possess at the moment, but she was sure he knew that too.
"It was sad to hear this from you." What slipped from his lips was a voice disgustingly enough to make her choke, filled with false sorrow and fake pain. "I thought you loved me!"
Sudden rage spilled over. "Love you, a bastard that had derived pleasure from harming others, a monster that had personally ended your friends' lives and shattered their trust, and a psychopath that had abandoned all future and past in order to revive some dead-"
The look in his cruel eyes made her freeze; she hated how he had so much control over her. For a moment her train of thoughts slipped away, and she can only finish with a lame scream. "I will never love you, I hate you, I hate you!"
Her voice was suddenly cut short as his firm gloved hand twisted her arm painfully, but what surprised her was the sudden contact of his soft, moist lips against her dried skin that shocked her dead. His mouth was incredibly tender and warm, so ironically to his personality… It danced before the cave of her mouth as if asking for permission to enter and was so irresistibly wondrous to her lips.
Gradually, her resistance slipped away as the growing sensation of enjoyment overwhelmed her logics and sense. All those grudges and hatred she stored deeply for him since eight years ago evaporated as if mist from that one soft contact. Her eyelids flowed over her pools as she began to solely focus on that little kiss. She would love to blame this on some kind of his spells, but in reality, she was simply enjoying their it all.
Then all of a sudden, he pushed her away, smirking triumphantly with delight. "Do you still think so? Do not lie to me; you've enjoyed it, Erza."
She was momentarily silent with surprise and confusion at his words before her heart shattered.
"You've been playing with me, you've never meant it!" Her disappointment and surprise again was flooded away by disgust and rage as she realized the true intention of that kiss. "So I've never mattered to you, I should have known!"
"Of course you've mattered to me." His reply was blunt as his eyes suddenly grew blank. But his sadistic smile was seemingly only hinting that it was because she was his sacrifice for Zeref.
"Then prove it to me, release me from this haunt and nightmare of yours!" She screamed as hot tears rained down from her eyes, her now bruised arm trying harder than ever to escape from his clutches. "Enough is enough, eight years it has been. Simon was dead for months and you should have been too, release me and let me go! I never want to see you again."
He suddenly forcefully pulled her forward, and his face passed her neck, whispering against her nape.
Her lips released a whimper from his roughness as his neck slipped past hers. But even without seeing his face she can tell he was grinning. "None can do. I've already let you go once, and I have no more right to do that again. You too have no freedom to escape from me."
His voice trailed away before hissing out the sentence that she so much feared and despised. "After all, my dear Erza, freedom is not a thing that exists in this world!"
In a flash she sat up, rivers of sweat drowning her entire being. The warm sensation of stinging hot tears burned against her eyes before pooling down, gleaming iridescent before the ray of moonlight through her windows. Her breathing was hitched as she gasped for air.
Her head dipped down, and her scarlet hair with dews of sweat splashed forward onto her blankets before shimmering liquids of tears flooded down her eyes, wetting her lashes and staining her cheeks red. This night mare was one of many she had endured several times a week since her exile from the Tower years ago.
Her trembling hands grasped herself into a hug as her body vibrated with fear. It's been eight years, and she was ashamed that she was still so vulnerable against it. She can never force herself awake before he says that hateful sentence she almost despised so much to hear. He and that sentence of his was her greatest fear, capable of slashing her hopes and reasons to live into confetti.
"You've always managed to hurt me so badly." She murmured as a golden light flashed around her before her red crossed pajamas flashed into the common armor she always wore. The sensation that the metal was around her body though, did not comfort her at all. "Should I l-love you, or should…I hate you? If we ever meet again…should I grab you…and never l-let you go…or should I kill you…"
Her body jolted with pain as her heart noticeably began to throb in her chest. "Jellal…I do miss you. If I've never…abandoned you, e-eight years ago…would you st-still be that, that kind boy I knew?"
Meanwhile…several miles away from the outskirts of Magnolia City, Jellal's calm eyes are staring into a squad of Rune Knights, whose tense and nervous eyes dared not to leave his presence, as if expecting he is to attack any time. He sighed; they worry too much, if he were to turn himself in, why would he try to harm them? But…he did hear stories of how devious he was in the Past, maybe they have a right to worry.
"Well, what are you waiting for? Take me." He declared at the Knights that are just meters away from him as protruding his hands that had twisted into balls of fists before him. "I won't resist. Hurry up if you want to capture me, here, you can put the Magic suppressing handcuffs on me if it makes you more comfortable."
The leader turned to Shirou who was trembling behind him with a nod and a jerk of his head towards Jellal's direction. Jellal watched with mild eyes as Shirou gulped with a slight flinch, sweat dotted his forehead as he cautiously, with the handcuffs grasped before him approached Jellal.
The blunette smiled, Rune Knights actually aren't all that innocent and brave either. This leader was sending his troops over to him instead of himself, even though Jellal do understand that the leaders at battles and war must remain alive and well, this… is pretty cruel to his followers.
It didn't matter though, once the cuffs clasps against his wrists, his Magic will fade away and he will be led back to the Lacrima Prisons back in Era. Then Nadal will be all mighty and cruel while he is to be a victim and one that is disrespected and disgraced. Awesome, he can't wait to relive it all; after all it is what he deserves.
Before he can do so though, suddenly there was a howl in the air that at once jolted his mind with surprise. He was not expecting it at all as Shirou who was approaching him fell to the ground, shivering with fear with the cuff out of his reaches.
There, standing before him was the small tearful figure of Auriel, trembling with worry. Her eyes glowed with a certain truth and faith. "You can't take him!"
His eyes narrowed at her foolishness, had she not realized that she had just thrown herself into a whirlpool of complicated trouble? "Auriel! I have my reasons. If I am predestined to be a villain locked away until my life withers and fades…so will it be!"
He had previously wondered what he should do after mysteriously escaping prison, somewhat surprised on how he managed to escape without even remembering it all, although he cared little. He wondered if he should go see Erza, or should he return to prison. Although he knew his appearance may bring her discomfort, maybe even having the Council mistaking her into his supporter which may bring her troubles, he did miss her so much, and there may also be a chance of her being the same.
But now he wonders no more. It was almost as if a little game he played with himself, he will go see Erza, but if he was to be discovered and sighted, he shall return to Era with chains and cuffs again. And he quite respective of the game rules.
Maybe…this is a sign, that I mustn't return to Erza…she will suffer at my presence, and I have no right to torment her anymore, mentally or physically. His eyes sealed away from the showering bright sun. Erza…I love you, as long as I live, I swear I shall never again try to harm you…I will happily return to prison. I hope you fare well, sayonara.
A little bit rushed chapter, eh? :D Sorry for the quick flow but I've promised a release around today on my profile. As I typed this story, I was listening to "My Heart will Go on" by Celine Dion, so I hope I've captured some of the emotions into the texts. Thanks for all the reviews, mina! :D