She stood in front of the shop. It hadn't changed since the time she first visited it.
It wasn't hard for Lucy to sneak out of the bar, Natsu snoring logs and Juvia sitting in a corner braiding her hair while staring at a picture of the ice demon.
She stepped inside, her nose crinkling instantly at the heavy scent of incense. Behind a desk sat Mirajane and upon noticing the blonde she stood knocking over a lamp.
"Lucy!" She cried. The white haired woman sighed as she gripped the blondes shoulders. She could just barely feel bone beneath her seemingly paler skin. Even if Lucy hadn't noticed, Mira could instantly see the effects of being an Ignacio.
"Is he with you?" She asked sniffing the air. She could smell his awful scent, but hadnt caught sight of him.
"No. In fact I came to consult you about Natsu."
"Has he hurt you?" Lucy chuckled. Of course he'd hurt her, but not in the ways that Mirajane had conjured up in her mind. Lucy was in love with Natsu. She would no longer deny this feat.
But she knew he was not in love with her.
"No he hasn't. I came because I want to know how to get rid of it."
"I should've known you'd be back." Mira poured tea, handing a steaming cup over to the blonde. She stared down at her reflection hating what she saw. Bags were under her eyes.
Her jaw had sunken some, the same with her cheeks. She was...hideous. Maybe that's why he had pushed her the previous day.
When her lips had connected with his own he barely gave her the chance to register what she had done before she fell bottom first on the ground. He had knocked her down.
She coward away from the rugged look in his eyes and barely recognized his voice as he spoke.
"Leave. Now!"
She had scrambled away upon hearing him holler at her. Never before had he done such a thing. That's what made her come to Mira on this day.
She needed release. Release from the demon. Release from her imminate death.
"I want to get rid of his crest. I...I don't want to look at him a second longer." she struggled to fight the tears.
"Kill him."
She couldn't though and Mirajane knew it too. It was one of two options in severing the ties in which they held. The other option was dangerous and could very well lead to the blonde's death, the very thing they were trying to avoid.
"I won't spill his blood."
"And yet you'd let him spill yours?" Deep down Lucy knew she would. He could drag her to the ends of the earth and she would gladly let him. She loved him and that was the very reason she hated him.
"I'm not here to argue. I need to know how the hell to fix this mess."
Mirajane sighed and poured her tea down the drain. She proceeded to open a few drawers, pulling out all sorts of spices and knives.
"If you refuse to take his life then your only other option is to fix his mistakes." The white haired woman motioned for the blonde to give her her hand. She did so hesitantly.
Immediately she was in pain, a knife driven deep into her skin. Through lidded eyes she watched as Mirajane carved Natsu's crest into her wrist, blood pouring out profusely.
"What are you doing?" Lucy cried, tears falling down her cheeks. "Stop Mira. It hurts."
"This is what you wanted you idiotic girl." She tossed the knife to the side and reached beside her to gather some herbs and spices. Crumbling them between her bloodied fingers, the woman sprinkled them into the open wound.
"Di agir û agir de ez ji we re ruhên rojavayê emir dikim ku giyanê wê bargehê da dojê bişîne." The words made no sense to her yet she didn't care. All she could think about was keeping the contents of her stomach from coming up and her mind out of the depths of her pain.
"Look towards the western skies and stay clear of the one called Zeref." Mira brushed away a strand of Lucy's hair from her eyes giving her a perfect view of the bone she held tightly between her fingers.
"Correct his mistakes and you'll return to me within due time." Her lips grazed the blonde's forehead before she ran the bone directly in the middle of her chest.
Her blood turned purple as it stained her clothing. Her eyes began to close despite how hard she tried to keep them open. There was no pain.
When she opened them again she was no longer in the shop. Her clothes were back to normal and her wrist was as clean as it had been upon her birth. There was no evidence of his mark in her veins.
She looked at her surroundings. She was sitting in a lake, one with water the color of a darkening sky and the world around her seemed so much darker in both color and demeanor than the one she had been born into.
As she stood she noticed that the liquid had not tainted her. She wasn't wet much like how she had initially expected.
"The hell? Who the fuck are you?" To her right came a woman's voice.
The woman was a spitting image of herself. She knew not where she was or if she was even alive anymore. All she knew was that this girl staring directly at her...was her.