Nothing's changed and I still don't own Fairy Tail :)

Sooo, here's another chapter. An rearlier update, hurray! And I hope you'll like it, especially that in here – at the very last – you'll find out something more about Jellal and Siegrain's past! Yaay. Although not all of it yet – I want you to hear that from Jellal himself :D Uh, truth to be said, I really had difficulties with this one. I thought it's gonna be easier since I have everything planned… Well, boomer.

Ah. And here's gonna be some stronger language due to new character's POV (new = haven't written as him yet). Surprise.

Finally, as always – the chapter was only proofread. It'll be beta read later on.

TWELVE

Ya lo veo. Así Jellal tiene una jodida novia. Que interesante... (T: Now I see. So, Jellal has a fucking girlfriend. Interesting…)

Ash from an expensive cigarette fell down on the floor, not even bothering the smoking man. In fact, nothing could have pulled him out of his little trance.

Siegrain Fernández was sitting on a balcony at the hotel. He had chosen an apartment on seventh floor in order to keep his privacy. Moreover, it was extremely pulled ahead, hovering over the yard and two swimming pools, which was guarding and hiding him from others. No one could peek inside, not even at his balcony. Naturally, there were many voices of people partying below, mixing with each other, creating cheerful babel of the night. However, the bluenet was not listening to the hum that, theoretically, was reaching his ears. No. He was pondering, drowning deep in thought, so profoundly that it became damn exhaustive.

But it had always been like this. Every plan, all the schemes, and each arrangement had been carefully thought over, scheduled in every smallest detail – even though, in most cases, it was not him who had been planning everything out. Siegrain smiled mischievously; eso fue un secreto de todas sus acciones logradas. (T: That was the secret of all of their successful actions.)

But he had diffused again. Back to his dirty business. Notably that the night that had fallen aided the thoughts in his mind ideally.

Mierda (T: Shit), that fucking brother of his. Siegrain had been planning to have his revenge that summer, but since there was another person in all of this… The man grinded his teeth and braced himself in anger. He began to raise from his sun bed, but, suddenly, froze. On the second thought, though… It was not that bad. Relaxation crept through his flexed body, making him eased up again. He just had more to do – and yet another one to harm. He smiled evilly; well, he obviously did not have any quandary with that. A situation of that category certainly was not a new one; antes de aquello siempre habían sido situaciones así, ¿verdad? Lo sólo significa que me divertiré más. (T: Before that, there had always been situations of that kind, right? It only means that I'll have more fun.)And he even could entertain himself with that chick, hurting Jellal even more. Jodido suerte. Ahora me muero de ganas de usarla. (T: Damn luck. Now I can't wait to use her.)

The man laughed coldly. By then, he was rather content with his idea of revenge.

Suddenly, a crack of bedroom door being opened reached his ears and Siegrain sighed in annoyance. Claro, todavía está aquí. (T: Right, she's still here.) He had hoped that she had left a while ago, right when he had ended with her.

"Sieg?"

Fernández rolled his eyes, waiting impatiently for the woman to find him on her own. He would not help her in that. Tampoco (T: Nor) would he assist her later; she had just ruined his thoughts' flow and that was something unforgivable. If it had not been for her earlier usefulness… Well, she would not have left without any detriment… At last, a black-haired head of a Spanish woman appeared on the balcony, turning from side to side. Her small face lightened up when she spotted the one she had been looking for.

"Sieg, estás aquí! Temía que… (T; you're here! I was scared that you…)"

"¿Qué aún haces aquí? (T: What are you still doing here?)" He grunted.

"¿Q-qué? (T: W-what?)" She froze, not sure if she had heard right. "Pero me has dicho… (T: But you told me…)"

"Te aconsejo. (T: Let me advice you.)" The bluenet barked. "Nunca confíes en un hombre durante tener sexo. Escpecialmente si eres buena. Ahora, vete de aquí. (T: Never trust man's words while having sex. Especially if you're good. Now, get out.)"

"Sieg…" The woman repeated again, like she was pleading him to smile and say it was just a cruel, almost inhuman joke… But he turned around to face her with an angered expression.

"No me llames así. Vete antes de que me sentiré molestado y será peor. (T: Don't call me that. Get away before I feel bothered and it'll get worse.)"

She pressed her lips together, but turned around and ran to grab her things and leave that place, along with that monster, as soon as possible. Siegrain smirked and sat comfortably on the sun bed, content. At least he did not have to worry over that stupid hoe.

What had he been thinking about…? Oh. Right. He had been pondering about his brother's upcoming vendetta.

Besides… It was not only him who craved vengeance on his brother. The whole gang from their district, their gang, plus three greatest mafia chiefs, and number of victims along with former colleagues… Well, they all somewhat did. Surely, since his dearest brother had disappeared, all of them had partly repaid him already for various harms… However. Only him, Siegrain, had suffered from their rage. And he hated his brother for that. Surely, not only for that… Still, for escaping, Jellal deserved much, much worse than what he had experienced…

The man grimaced and lifted his shirt above his abs, then pulled it off him. There was a huge, hideous, cicatrized, broad wound. A scald, to be exact, going from his left arm to his hip, ending right above his groin. Of course, not mentioning thin traces of trickling liquid which had caused the scorch. Yes, he remembered all too well how it had happened.

Siegrain took another sip of his drink and mused. They had caught him that day. Roberto de Saint Tropez (AN: a lame nickname, I know. Forgive me!), a Mafioso of their neighbor district… He had been promised a huge sum of money for the stock – of course, with Jellal already out of the gang, Siegrain had been acting on his own for a while by then. Anyhow, he had always been the one to act – it had been Jellal who had been planning everything, each of their moves and schemes. Therefore, devoid of that, he had made a mistake.

Having found out about the scission in their mafia gang, that prick had decided it had been a great opportunity to destroy them. And so he had done. His people had caught him by surprise and, having him tied and knocked out, had taken him to the de Saint Tropez's mansion. Or rather to its dungeons. Chaining him up, they had never missed the opportunity to kick and hit him. Well, as expected from the second biggest mafia out there. Finally, when their boss had appeared, Siegrain might have said something unnecessary… And he might have bitten out the man's finger when he had approached the tied bluenet to tease him… But to have him undressed and stretched on a table, along with the strongest acid held above his bare chest?

Cabronazo. (T: Bastard.) He had been playing with that acid, spilling it slowly lower and lower, letting it trickle down on his side, burning his skin deep inside. Actually, Siegrain considered himself quite lucky; de Saint Tropez had stopped right before his pride. He had heard that not many guests of that kind had had such a stroke of luck.

Nevertheless. He should not have had it. He should not have experience it at all. What angered him the most was not the fact that his enemy had caught him and played with him, but that he had been the only one who had received such a thing. Jellal should have had it, too. Unquestionably, his brother – there, Siegrain spat and spilled with disgust – had a different level of cruelty and, well, he was less rotten. However, he deserved it just because of his existence, that he was his brother, they had used to be a team, and, finally, just because. Now, he, Siegrain, was the one walking around with the scar and a crave for revenge.

¿Por qué? Why was Jellal always the one who had it easier? Better? Why was he the one who had gotten the whole hotel thing? Why had they been good with the mafia business while he had been there, and when Jellal had gone away, he had failed? Why, why, WHY?!

The drink was thrown in the opposite wall, the glass breaking into hundreds of pieces and wetting everything around. Anyone who would look at the man right then would consider him out of his mind. He seemed to lose his human expressions… Eyes wide opened, bulging, with madness within. Lips parted, gasping for air in terrifying emotions and in fury. Then, Siegrain swore. He regretted having thrown that woman out. Now, he had no one to beat up and transfer his anger on… Well. Temporarily.

"Jellal! Are you all right? What's wrong?"

He was strolling on the beach with Erza, when, suddenly, a sensation of something bad that would happen hit him. The prevision he had was sturdy and full of rage, and Jellal was almost certain it had something… No, everything to do with Siegrain. Therefore, he grimaced and braced himself on Erza for support.

"Yeah, I'm fine, don't worry." He replied after a few seconds, breathing heavily.

"Are you sure?" She seemed both startled and preoccupied. "We can head back…"

"Erza." The man sighed and cupped her face, gazing into her eyes to look confident. "It's fine."

"… Okay."

He took his woman's hand and went ahead with the walk, nonetheless, his consciousness seemed to be absent.

Esta sensación… (T: That feeling…) The bluenet knew that Siegrain was planning something terrible. He could feel that in himself and had sensed it lingering in air while they had been… Let's say, talking. Actually, many would be quite confused about that kind of reaction; many, except for the ones that had twins. There was an incredibly strong connection between them, also, many similar or exact things were happening to that kind of siblings. In spite of their low tolerance towards each other, both Jellal and Siegrain were conscious of the emotional correlation.

No to mention that it had helped them in the past…

Abruptly, Erza squeezed his hand and looked up into his face. "I think you need some time alone… Don't you?"

"I-I…" He stuttered, frowning. Was it a good idea? Being alone? Or maybe he should go to Siegrain and talk to him? No, it was pointless. So, should he tell Erza what was the problem? But why would he bring her up into all of that? Could it be that Siegrain wanted to reach him through her? All in all, Jellal shook his head and sighed. "Vale. Let's go back."

Far away from the sunny Spain, Gray Fullbuster woke up with one of the most enormous hangovers he had ever experienced. His pounding head and sore throat proved that he had drunk way too much for himself.

The brunet sat up, wondering. He was trying to recall what had happened and how in the world he had found himself in his own bed, when that was something he did not remember. In fact, he remembered little.

"Ugh, my head…" He mumbled, covering his eyes with one hand and moving to the edge of the bed. He had to drink something. Now.

Gray walked hesitantly towards the kitchen and opened the fridge. He took out a bottle with water that was standing between a yogurt and a beer bottle and drank it all at once, not bothered by its coldness. Then, he sighed and braced himself on the table. Well, the liquid helped him with refreshment; not with the memory.

Suddenly, he budged and reopened the fridge. Gray furrowed his brows.

Why were those products there? He did not recall buying the yogurt, bananas, cream, duh, even beer lately… "What in hell…?!"

Fullbuster turned and spotted a single piece of paper, left in a visible place. He came there and took it, inspecting the item. There was something written, but he did not reckon seeing that style of writing before… He figured there's only one way to find out what was it all about.

Dear Mister,

Juvia brought you home safely and got you to bed. You can find some first-drinker-aid stuff in the fridge. Lastly, Juvia hopes you're fine.

It's better to talk, not to drink. If you need a friend, find Juvia at the bar.

At first, Gray read the note and bobbed his head. Later, having realized that he had not ingested anything yet, he read it again and frowned. What? Once more, he went through the letter.

"Who the bloody hell is Juvia?"

Had she really brought him home? Wait, how had she known where he lived? Thousand questions were forming in his mind, which only intensified the headache. All in all, Gray grunted and caught his head. Why could he not remember?

After a while, he sobered a little and, in better psychical state, thought the situation over. The brunet still could not recall anything what had happened after his fifth glass of whisky, so the most obvious – and the only – solution was to return to the bar and ask for that Juvia, of whom he had no memory.

Erza Scarlet was sitting on sand at the beach, observing the moon hovering above waves and listening to the hum of the ocean.

She had taken Jellal to his apartment and, not wanting to bother him longer, she had left. Moreover, she had promised both him and herself that she should not look for him that night. The redhead really wanted her love to rest and, preferably, sleep with the problem; from her own experience, she knew that sometimes it was the best solution.

There was no point in denying that Erza was worried sick over the man. After all, the appearance of his brother had seemed to affect him badly… He mentioned having dreadful memories, but Scarlet was not entirely sure, why, though. Jellal had never actually told her…

Suddenly, she heard steps behind. Thinking that it was some other guest on a stroll, she did not bother to turn around. However, soon, the woman felt a tap on her shoulder. The one that had touched her said one word – but that was enough to freeze blood in her veins and to know all too well who it was.

"You."

Erza turned her head with raised brows, then frowned and moved away from the intruder. She had been warned by Jellal to watch out and avoid meeting the other Fernández… And there she was; caught by him, alone. Thus, having no way of escape, she simply stated: "You're Jellal's brother."

"Like hell I am." Siegrain answered, smirking wickedly. "I thought I knew those scarlet hair. So, can I join my brother's woman?"

"Whatever for?" Erza crossed her arms, furrowing her brows even more. "I don't see any reason to that."

"Oh, I have a little business." He said and sat right beside her, making himself comfortable. "Actually, I've never introduced myself. I'm Siegrain."

She eyed the stretched hand of the man, but did not shake it. "Erza. And I still fail to see how I could help you."

"I see someone has been warned." He joked, then shrugged and went on. "I want to know more about the one who got Jellal. After all, none of the women ever had."

She did not reply.

"Pues, you knew about it? Not bad, he certainly doesn't go around, telling people something like this." Siegrain cocked a brow at her and eyed his companion. She shivered, feeling uncomfortable under his mysterious gaze. "And what about his… I mean, our past?"

Once more, Erza said nothing, preventing herself from biting her lower lip. Upon seeing her expression, though, the man clicked his tongue.

"He didn't tell you that, did he?" Having no reply from her, he continued, pretending to be in deep thought. "Well, it's damn traumatic, I'd say… Our past, our childhood… No wonder he didn't want to harm your, ah, sensitive mind."

"N-no…" Finally, Erza mumbled. "Jellal never mentioned anything at all."

"But that's strange. I mean," Siegrain budged and turned to look at her again, frowning. "You're close. And he still hasn't said anything… Well. He surely has his reasons, all right."

The redhead was not sure about what to think anymore. To start with, Siegrain did not seem like an entirely rotten and malicious person; he had been behaving quite like a worried brother… Should she consider asking him, or even having and actual conversation with him on a few matters? Of course she did not trust him. Nonetheless, maybe he could answer some of her general questions. Secondly, considering what he was talking about… Having been presaged before, Erza suspected that the other Fernández was trying to plant a seed of doubt within her, or even to rebel her against Jellal. Still, it did not change the fact that she was interested… Duh, even fascinated by the whole enigmatic aura of their abstruse past. The woman knew that Jellal needed time. And she was willing to give him as much as he wished to have to finally enlighten her. However, at the same time, she had a feeling it was essential for her to know the truth – and why? Because, along with the emerging Siegrain, Erza knew she had been pulled into something more than just a mere love relationship with the model.

In the meantime, Siegrain was observing her face, changing from doubt to confusion. I got you, he thought, , her thoughts were interrupted.

"So, Erza. What do you do?"

"Ah?" She glanced at the man beside her and sighed. "I'm… An interior designer."

"That's interesting." He commented without much enthusiasm.

"And you?"

"Oh, that's a little more complicated thing." Siegrain grimaced and she could see a mixture of anger and sadness in his expression. She wondered whether he was truly miserable, or he was just a perfect actor. "Actually, since Jellal got all of the family business, life was rather tough for me. Not everyone is that fucking lucky… Whatever. Maybe I'll tell you one day, but not now."

"Please, don't feel obliged to tell me anything. I just asked out of courtesy." Erza rolled her eyes.

"Still cagey, huh? Well." The bluenet shrugged and made a move, which could be considered as preparation to standing up. "If you'll ever get more interested in all of our family issues, and believe me, there's so much to it, find me."

"Thanks, but I think I already have a reliable source of information." Scarlet squinted her eyes. She knew she could not show him the ignited preoccupation within her mind.

"You say that now." Siegrain answered calmly, smirking. Unexpectedly, he reached out and caught a strand of her hair, sliding it in his hand. Erza was too shocked to react. "Anyway, the room's number is 762. And now…"

"Siegrain!" A yell full of anger was heard behind the talking pair. The woman closed her eyes, thanking God in her thoughts for the Jellal's sixth sense and appearing on time.

The called man let go of her hair and burst out laughing. Next, he stood up and spared a last look at Erza. Before turning around and walking away, he whispered so that she could have heard. "Remember, you have time until you leave."

Having stated that, Siegrain tugged his hands into the pockets and walked away, not turning back. At the same moment, Jellal jumped in front of Erza and gripped her shoulders.

"Are you okay?" He asked fiercely.

"Yes, I…"

"Did he do anything to you?"

"No, I really…"

"Did he tell you anything? You mustn't listen to this bastard!"

"Jellal!" Lastly, Erza could not have stopped herself and exclaimed; the man became silent, staring at her with anxiety and concern. "No, he didn't tell me anything, nor did he do something wrong. We… He found me here and decided to talk to me. That's all."

There was a longer pause, in which the model was observing his girlfriend, searching for something in her eyes. At last, he cupped her face, kissed her, and pulled into a hug.

"I believe you." He whispered. "I'm sorry for overreacting. But he's not worth being trusted… And when I saw him with you… I thought…"

"It's… Okay…" The redhead replied, yet, a little unsurely.

Was it really okay, though? Just why exactly would Jellal be that worried over her talking to Siegrain? And what in particular had he thought about? There were so many questions… And no answers at all. Just how long could she go on like this, in a complete ignorance?

In conclusion, Erza was becoming scared. All of that secrecy was slowly turning into more than just dark past; and she was worried, that that "past" would soon develop into reality.

So?

Actually, if you're wondering, Siegrain is a great actor. And he definitely is not sad. He's such a bad guy that he has no more scruples. (I've always wanted to make such a character :D)

As always, thank you for every form of support and appreciation. And I hope to get some feedback again :) I love knowing what you think!

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