Jellal was reckless as he laid next to Erza in bed. All he could do was toss and turn until he finally ended up laying on his side, looking out the window.
"Jellal," Erza said softly as she twirled a strand of his hair on her index finger. She knew that something was wrong with him.
"Mm?" He didn't move from his side.
"What's going on with you? You've been acting strange all day and I want to know what's going on and I want to know NOW!"
He turned to look at her by rolling over and then propping himself up with his elbow, "I'm just thinking is all."
"Thinking about what?"
He sighed, "everything," he sat up and rubbed the nape of his neck as he looked down at his bare torso, "I've held a lot inside over the years but now all it's doing is eating me up inside."
"Jellal," Erza sat up as well and placed a hand on his back, "you can tell me what's wrong, okay? I simply want to help."
He looked over at her, "I was there when Gray and Lyon died."
Erza's eyes grew wide, but it wasn't in a good way. Her eyes grew wide with anger, "you WHAT?!"
"Hold on Erza, please let me explain everything to you."
The anger quickly disappeared from her eyes, "I'm listening."
"I know who did it."
Erza's brown eyes now filled with sorrow, "who did it?" Her voice was soft, "I need to know."
"It was..." bzzz... bzzz... bzzz. His phone vibrated on the end table on his side of the bed, "damn it..." he mumbled, "hold on Erza." He grabbed his phone and answered it as he got out of bed, "hello?"
"Did you mean that?" Said the voice on the other end.
"What?" He left his room and walked into the hallway, shutting the door behind him.
"Earlier today. You said you would rather die than keep who killed Fullbuster and Vastia a secret. Is that information true?"
He was silent for a moment before the voice that was disguised became familiar to him, "this has gone on long enough! Kill me if you must but this is something that must be known to the public and I will tell at least one other person. Gray and Lyon's friends have every single right to kn-"
"NO! Tell a single soul and I WILL kill you. Understand me Jellal Fernandes?"
"I..." he thought about how desperate Erza was, and how badly Juvia wanted to know for Gray and Lyon's sake, "I understand."
"Good," and then there was nothing on the other end of his phone besides dead air. He sighed before he returned to his bedroom.
"What was that about?" Erza asked as Jellal crawled back into bed, phone still in hand. He said not a word. "Jellal?"
Still remaining silent, he typed something up on his phone and handed it over to her.
"What is this?" She took the phone and read what he had typed, "seriously Jellal what is this? I don't understand."
He took the phone from her and began typing up some more.
"Jellal this is ridiculous! Please just tell me who did this. I really want to know."
He erased everything he had just typed up before and began typing up something completely different. Once done, he handed the phone back to Erza.
"Is this...?" Erza asked.
He nodded. Erza quickly got out of bed and grabbed the jacket that was closest to her, grabbed her phone off the dresser and put on her slippers. "I'll be back," she spoke, still holding his phone in her hands, close to her heart.
"Er-" he started.
"I need to visit Gray's grave."
"Instead of going to his grave go to Juvia's."
"Wh-what?"
"Gray. You know how you and your friends planted that tree? Well, his spirit, according to Juvia, is in her house."
"So... so Juvia... she... she knows him?" Her voice was soft as she took in what he had just said.
"Yes she does. She's trying to help him too, so earlier today before we left for the ice festival and you were showering, I told her everything I just told you however I didn't get to say who it was since Lucy and Natsu showed up right as I was about to."
"That's why you've been acting strange all day?"
He nodded, "don't say that name out loud. My life is on the line here Erza."
"What?"
"I'll explain later. Go see Juvia. Talk to Gray. I'll be here waiting for you."
"Come with me."
He raised a brow, "what?"
"Come with me. Please."
Slowly, he nodded at her. He got back out of bed, quickly throwing on a shirt and a pair of pajama pants and his old sneakers before he followed Erza down the steps and out of his house. Their destination? Juvia Lockser's house to put this whole murder mystery to rest.
Author's note: I hope this chapter wasn't too random and out of place but I, for some reason, wanted to include it. Jellal has finally told someone! So now, before the next chapter goes up I want you all to guess for yourselves: who did it?
One more thing, do you all want a prequel to this? I think it would be fun to write but I want to know if people would actually read it.
Anyway, leave your thoughts and reviews. I look forward to reading them all!