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Adherence
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The Fluke
"Lucy, you say? Why, that's such a wonderful name," Wu mused aloud as he appraised the girl before him, eyes pointedly raking over her figure. "And it's such a shame, really…" He held up a filthy hand, as if he were about to offer her a handshake. But, instead of extending said hand, it began to glow, radiating with light and a bright blue rune symbol.
Lucy, the girl, was exceedingly familiar with the gesture.
When the light faded, Wu, the bandit, had countless knives laced in-between his grimy fingers. So many knives, in fact, that Lucy couldn't count all of them.
"You're quite beautiful," he said, aiming those pointed, gleaming weapons directly at her heart as an eye closed in mock-concentration. "Almost too beautiful, really; you're the girl I dreamed of when I was younger—proper, polite, sweet, beautiful, and so easily fooled." Suddenly, the face that had been doing nothing but smiling for the last hour twisted gruesomely, turning into a sour, horrid frown that left Lucy shivering from its swift and flawless change. "Is this how fate mocks me?" he demanded venomously.
She remained silent, her hands clasping onto themselves tightly behind her back. Her light eyes were still wide.
Wu snorted in irritation. His hands jerked to the side, from the girl to the space directly to her right, the knives glinting in the sunset's orange-pink lighting. "Step away from the suitcase."
Lucy blinked dumbly, her mouth opening to protest.
"Now," Wu added dangerously, his beady eyes turning into slits. "And raise your hands."
The dirty bandit watched carefully as the frightened girl did as she was ordered—raising her hands high above her head, her bottom lip trembling in fear, her light eyes filling with tears. A grin tugged at his lips; how he loved that look on women…that look of complete and utter defeat. It filled him with a sense of power.
And when Lucy raised her hands completely, he felt himself smirking; until, of course, he realized that she was holding something in one of her satin-gloved hands. Something that caught, glinting, in the dim and fading sunlight, he realized after squinting at it for a moment. A key.
He scoffed in an outrageous manner. "The key to your suitcase, if you would be so kind," he said, holding out his left hand, free of daggers and knives, palm up, his fingers curling inwards repeatedly. The action said, gimme.
She hesitated a mere moment before making eye contact with him, her gaze suddenly steady and unblinking. "This isn't a key to my suitcase," she murmured to him softly.
Surprised, Wu only blinked at her, his hand falling back as he muttered, "No?"
"No," she affirmed, her hands coming together above her head to wrap themselves around the key. Her light eyes shimmered as she looked back towards the bandit. "I am linked to the path to the world of Celestial Spirits, now! O spirit, answer my call and pass through the gate!"
Wu, immediately recognizing the situation, felt his skin prickle as the air grew dense with the weight of magic.
"Open the Gate of the Golden Bull! Taurus!"
And there was a sudden cloud of smoke, like a smoke screen had been activated, shrouding the entire path, blanketing any line of sight. When the bandit heard the tell-tale sound of snorting and a deafeningly loud cry that sounded suspiciously like the bellow of a cow, he turned around and headed for the safety of the bushes. However, this escape was prevented when a large battle axe dropped pointedly in front of his feet, coming just a hair of a centimeter short to leaving him without a big toe. Wu froze accordingly, the smoke rising and slowly clearing.
"My, your breasts look moo-re wonderful by the day," an obnoxious voice hummed.
"Nice shot, Taurus!" that same, once-scared, female voice sang. "And stop looking at my breasts!"
Wu felt the rage boiling in his stomach. He had been tricked, blind-sided, completely caught off-guard by this…this girl, this child who looked to be half his age. Angrily, he spun around, almost collapsing when he placed more pressure than originally intended on his right leg, the injured one. "Very clever, very sly," he hissed to the young woman, who, much to his surprise, was no longer wearing a dress.
Nor was her hair as black as night, falling down her back like lovely, inky silk—her hair was a fair blonde color, and her once-light eyes were a heavy, molten chocolate hue; a very addicting combination in itself, he thought privately. Her pale skin was flushed pink from excitement, he deduced as he watched the smile slowly spread across her face.
She'd been under an illusion spell, he realized.
And by this girl's side was an overly large, humanoid bull—who towered at a staggering height, snorting and wrinkling the golden ring that pierced his large cow-like nose—that Wu recognized a short moment later as a Zodiac Summon. The bull-man, Taurus, bunched up his enormously large bicep in a show of raw, unadulterated strength, steam pouring from his nostrils.
No doubt, the creature was intimidating, more so than Wu himself.
The bandit requipped, summoning more daggers in both hands. Threateningly, he held them out at arm's length—one hand towards the girl, the other towards her beast. "I give you props, girl, but are you so naïve that you think you're the only one to have set traps?" he asked and waved his hands, the daggers threatening to fly at any moment.
Taurus, the bull, immediately went to place himself between Wu and Lucy, holding out both arms in a sort of shield. He snorted, creating another puff of steam. "Bring it oooooon!" he exclaimed, wrinkling his nose ring again.
Wu twirled the daggers in between his fingers expertly, feeling the small blades kiss his skin like living silver. Considering the stature of his opponent, it appeared as though he'd already lost the fight—after all, he, a wounded, scrawny, desperate bandit, was facing a healthy, impossibly-buff humanoid that carried a double-edged axe almost too big for his own body. However, brain over brawns, as the saying went. If he couldn't physically defeat the bull-man, Wu would just have to outsmart it; which, all things considered, looked relatively easy.
Wu smirked. "Don't you need your weapon?" he called to his opponent, eyeing the axe that laid embedded in the ground just behind his heels.
Taurus grunted. "I am moo-re than capable of fighting with my fists." As if to prove this, he smashed his two fists together, the resounding noise like an angry clap of thunder.
Wu inched his foot back towards the bushes again. Taurus had strength. What did Wu have? The power of disguise—he blended in perfectly with the forest surroundings, and the bull would stick out like a sore thumb, just begging to be ambushed with that bulky body and flashy black and white color of his skin. Smirking, Wu whipped around, ready to dash—he would be able to put up with the pain in his leg if for a while—only to stop short robotically.
He was met face to face with two other males—both looking more than eager to battle, the hair on the top of their heads practically bristling with obvious tension. The two stood side by side, relatively close in height, both scowling darkly; the one to Wu's right, his hair a vibrant shade of pink, cracked his knuckles as fire began eating away at both of his taut hands while the one to Wu's left, a young man with extremely light blonde hair, scowled darkly and crossed his arms. It seemed as though Wu had been the one outsmarted.
"So you weren't alone," Wu called back to Lucy humorously. His eyes were trained on the two males in front of him, their auras growing steadily more threatening by the very second.
The pink-haired one looked especially dangerous as he gnashed his teeth together in a display of disgust.
From behind the bandit, Taurus by her side, Lucy replied almost smugly, "I'm never alone…not with my nakama, anyway."
Wu almost felt like laughing—albeit, sarcastically, bitterly and angrily at the same time. His blackened eyes seemed to darken further, if that were even a possibility, as he gazed at the two figures staring him down with deadly intent. No doubt, the two were furious with him for threatening the girl. Ah, such a sight for sore eyes, really, to see men with such a soft spot in their hearts for a single woman—she was special to them, Wu deduced smartly. And the best way to defeat an opponent, was to attack their very heart, figuratively speaking of course; he was to attack the thing they appeared to cherish them most.
The girl.
Faster than the party of four around him could have predicted, Wu had pivoted on his good foot and made a beeline for the girl. Gathering speed, he rushed towards her, hearing her gasp in obvious surprise as his hands stretched outward in a grabbing motion—the knives glinted in his hands.
"Lucy!" came the alarmed cry from a worried Natsu.
But, the bull-man hadn't even needed the word of warning from the dragonslayer; his gigantic body had moved on its own to place itself between his master and the oncoming danger. Enormous arms spread out in a shield, biceps bunching and coiling in anticipation as Taurus glared down the man speeding towards him. Mere seconds later, Wu and Taurus were face to face—or, rather, face to chest—and the humanoid summon wasted no time in reaching out with massive hands, gasping for the bandit. Taurus shoved Wu aside easily without using a good portion of his raw strength.
Wu grunted accordingly, a frown spreading across his face smoothly. Direct attacks would prove to be ineffective, it seemed.
Lucy glanced at Wu and then at Taurus, her hands tightening around the whip attached to her right hip and her fingers dragging across the material of her jeans. "Taurus, don't worry about protecting me, you need your axe," she said pointedly, her eyes snapping to the spirit's weapon laying just a few yards away.
"But, Lucy…" Taurus began protesting without looking back over his shoulder, keeping his keen eyes trained on the calculating bandit before him.
"No buts, I can take care of myself, if only for a little while…trust me. Natsu and Galahad have my back." The blonde's voice was clear and had that unwavering tone of authority to it that compelled most to do as she asked.
Taurus, it seemed, was no exception as he begrudgingly inched to the side with the speed of a snail, his beady eyes still fixated on Wu as though the bandit were threatening to attack at any given moment.
His eyes still darting back and forth between the form of Wu and the weapon he needed, Taurus made a mad dash to Lucy's right, hoping that for all things holy, Lucy knew what she was doing. As soon as he had done so, turning his ripped back to his owner, the bull-man heard the unmistakable crack of a whip and instantly knew that she had drawn out the Fleuve d'étoiles.
His rough hands clasping around the handle of his axe, Taurus rounded and swung his arms in a wide arc. He was prepared to leap into action and defend Lucy, the worst scenario playing through his mind—imagining that in the split second he had turned his back, Lucy had been lethally harmed. Taurus completed his pivot, arms and legs ready to charge, only to see that Wu had made no move on Lucy whatsoever… Rather, he was smirking wickedly, amusedly, while a single knife in his hand glistened as if its blade had been forged from the dust of diamonds.
Lucy's knees were bent, her stance ready for action and cautious at the same time.
And when Wu's hand twitched, she snapped her whip again, holding out defensively. Afterwards, she raised the hilt above her head, pulling it taut as a bow with her other hand, in an offensive sort of stance, but Wu crouched to his knees, his blade sweeping towards the ground near a thick, gnarled root. He'd severed something—a rope, a string, a wire…a spring to a trap.
"You're not the only one who can set traps, my sweet," he hummed darkly.
Confused, Lucy let her arms drop and she took a hesitant, sweeping glance around the area, brown eyes narrowed in suspicion. Nothing from the left, right, or from behind her, she concluded after a minute's pause; her brows creased. Where could there possibly be a…?
Her narrowed eyes widening, Lucy gasped and jumped backwards hastily just as a giant log came crashing down from above, yanking down branches and twigs in its noisy wake. It smashed down, splintering and shattering into shards of sharp wood, sending dirt, moss, leaves and twigs flying in all directions. Lucy coughed as dust seeped into her eyes and throat.
Sneaky bastard, setting up traps beforehand.
"Lucy!" Taurus shouted, having watched the second-long scene in horror.
At the same time, there was the unmistakable chant of, "Lucy!" from her two teammates, both sounding equally distressed. Though, between the two, Natsu's voice had been louder, clearer, and Lucy didn't know if it was because it was just that—louder and clearer—or if it was because she was specifically tuning into his voice, listening for him and him alone.
Drawing in a deep breath, she replied, "I'm fine, I'm fine," to all three concerned males. But honestly, she wasn't all that fine. In her hasty dodge, she had—like a rookie—landed incorrectly on her feet and bent her right ankle at an awkward angle that wasn't entirely natural. Gingerly, the blonde pressed down on the injury, testing the level of pain.
A dull throb twitched but her toes wriggled.
So, Lucy sighed, it wasn't broken, just sprained or dislocated.
"Impressive maneuvering skills, dear," Wu's voice taunted, causing her to simply scowl in reply. "But, unfortunately, your friends weren't so lucky…"
At this, the celestial spirit mage literally felt her blood slowly freeze, turning to cold slush in her veins. "Weren't so lucky…?" she repeated slowly. "What do you mean by that? What did you do to them?" Lucy demanded snappily, hands tightening around Fleuve d'étoiles.
In front of her, limping heavily to one side, Wu grinned, his dirty face glowing with amusement. "Why don't you see for yourself?" he mused, waving a hand to his side in a viola motion and bowing his head in deliberate mockery.
Directly behind him, where Galahad and Natsu had once stood, was a hole. A big hole. A pit, Lucy realized shortly thereafter. Wu had set up a pitfall, and judging from the scraping and grunting noises coming from deep within, her two comrades has been caught in said pitfall.
"Natsu! Galahad!" she called out in alarm.
From inside the pit came a few defined grunts. "We're fine, Luce," Natsu's voice replied, albeit strained. A wheezing cough followed not long after, making Lucy's heart clench. "We'll figure a way out of this, so hang tight for a second." After his voice trailed off came the sounds of sifting dirt and snapping roots, as if hands were eagerly digging into the sides of the pit, looking for a hold of some sort.
"It's no use." Wu peered over his shoulder and into the impossibly deep hole that he had painstakingly dug not but a week ago. "The soil is too soft to support your weight, so don't even think about scaling, and even if you sat atop one another's shoulders it would be pointless... That pit is over 300 centimeters deep, more than double your height. So, sit back, relax, and enjoy the show." Laughing madly, Bandit Wu threw his head back, a single arm clenching around his abdomen as if to keep himself from falling over.
"Bastard!" Natsu seethed from inside the pit, his rough, calloused hands digging into the loose dirt of the sides. He wound his fingers deep into the soft soil, bypassing roots and small stones, before ripping his knotted fist out angrily in a show of his frustration. Dirt laced underneath his fingernails and delicately filling the lines along his palm, Natsu held up a clenched fist. "If you hurt Lucy..." he hissed warningly, green eyes crackling with promises of pain and suffering.
Above him, feet perched precociously on the edge of the pitfall, Wu cocked an amused, gritty brow. "A threat? That's almost laughable, coming from someone who's trapped in a hole with no means of escape."
"Just you wait," the dragonslayer muttered, his tone dark. "I'll find a way out, and then I'll kick your ass!"
Beside him, Galahad's eyes were narrowed as he began to think over the situation—as he had observed, Natsu was not the brightest when it came to escape plans, but he was right in the general way. They had to find a way out of this pit, otherwise something would probably happen to Lucy. And they'd be damned before they let anyone or anything harm her—it was the one thing that the two of them apparently agreed on.
"Big words..." Wu murmured. "But, unfortunately, I don't have any time to play with the likes of you... A fair lady requires my immediate attention, I hope you understand."
"Bastard!" Natsu repeated as he ground his fists into the sides of the pit.
Meanwhile, Lucy stood stiffly, her gaze shifting from the hole in the ground to her opponent as she weighed Fleuve d'étoiles in her hands. What was she supposed to do? Attack Wu, or save Natsu?
And Galahad, she reminded herself sternly. Galahad was trapped in the pit too, not just Natsu.
Honestly, she didn't know which option to choose. On one hand, she knew she was capable and she felt as though she needed to prove that she could handle herself by taking the bandit down. On the other, she had a dislocated or badly sprained ankle and no other teammates—except for Taurus—to rely on. So, the answer was clear, really. She needed to free Natsu and Galahad first and foremost for the better of the mission. It also meant that she would need to offer herself as bait, again, in order for Taurus to be able to help them.
"Okay," the blonde huffed to herself. "Taurus," she turned to her summon, orders eager on her tongue, "I need you to..." But she stopped after taking in the appearance of her spirit.
He stood proudly just an arm's length from her, he had his axe in both hands and his feet were planted firmly on the ground. The bull-man almost looked completely normal, as he did every other time that he was summoned. But, despite this, Lucy's eyes could not ignore the…shimmering quality to his body. Parts of Taurus were rippling, fading, warping in ways that were exceedingly unnatural. She could honestly say that she'd never, ever seen anything like it…and it scared her to some degree.
"Lucy..." Taurus said, uncertainty clear in his voice.
"What's going on?" she asked meekly when he shimmered once more.
"Your supply of magic is running low...I can't stay here much longer." His voice was low, hesitant, and yet serious at the same time. Dejectedly, the humanoid cast his eyes from his master to her assailant. His mouth twisted down. "I'll find Leo; he should be able to help moo-re than I can since he can force his gate open."
Swallowing tightly, her knuckles turning white, Lucy could only nod. Her supply of magic was running on empty? How was that even possible? Taurus had only been summoned for ten minutes at most and she had been in battles that had lasted at least two hours! How could her magic be so depleted? It just wasn't possible.
But when her spirit's form warped again, eliciting a startled grunt from said spirit, Lucy knew that it was entirely possible. Somehow.
But, what she needed to do now was accept the fact that she wouldn't be able to use magic for very much longer—it didn't matter why, as she would take time to deduce the reason later, because it was happening right now. Lucy needed to focus on the now. And right now, only one thing was for certain; she had a large handicap—with a foot out of commission and most of her keys now useless, Wu would easily be able to render her harmless.
"I'm sorry, Lucy," Taurus apologized feelingly, his voice belying his utter concern. "I'm confused as much as you are...but it's obvious that I'm not going to remain here for moo-re than another minute. I'll find Leo, I promise, and he'll come to help you."
Stunned, and a bit shaken, Lucy only shook her head. "No, it's okay, Taurus... I just recently recovered from a cold, so maybe my magic was affected by it."
"No magic and no friends..." Wu snickered. "No hope!" The bandit lifted his hands, palms facing the treetops, and requipped.
Again, Lucy held out her weapon defensively. "Hurry!" she told Taurus, her voice rising. "I'll need Loke's help."
"I'm ooooon it!" Taurus declared, saluting, before completely shimmering away.
"It's just you and me now, my sweet," Wu chuckled with dry amusement. Then, he revealed his new weapon of choice, and it had Lucy taking a few backwards steps. "This is my favorite toy," he said, caressing it lovingly like a mother would a child, "you should be honored that I would even think to skewer you with this." As if emphasizing his point, Wu shoved the tip of his very large and very threatening spear towards Lucy.
She took another step back, her knuckles whitening around the handle of her whip.
"Guo-Qiang," Wu announced proudly, stroking the hooked blade on the end of the spear's pole. "An ancient weapon and my personal favorite."
It looked about as intimidating as the name suggested. The pole was long, easily over two hundred centimeters, with a gleaming blade on the end that was flat and curved and decorated with red silk strings. Lucy gulped. It was as if the thing was specially made for gutting people on the spot.
"It took me years to master it due to its sheer length…" the bandit continued boastfully. "But don't worry, this will all be over soon enough. And because I think you're…decent," he snorted as if amused by this comment, "I'll think about making it painless. Maybe."
Lucy found herself scowling. "I don't take pity from strangers, and don't worry," she mocked, "you won't even have the chance to land a scratch."
The comment didn't even have time to sink in before Lucy found herself looking down her nose at glinting stainless steel. Startled, she lumbered back, flinging her whip out in automatic retaliation. Of course, it made no contact with Wu and merely snaked around the pole awkwardly. Wu yanked his weapon back, drawing a grunt from Lucy as Fleuve d'étoiles was all but snatched from her hands—she had to pull back in order to keep from losing her weapon.
Huffing, the blonde, celestial mage stared down her opponent carefully, watching his every twitch. He was proving to be exceedingly unpredictable in his strikes, which was bad for her. She liked patterns, she could handle patterns and work her way around them. What she couldn't handle, however, was random attacks—rushing headlong into battle with no plan just wasn't her strong point. It was more Natsu's ideal. But, whatever the case, she was on her own for the time being. She would have to make do with it and manage to avoid his attacks…somehow.
Across the way, smirking at her while he continued to limp to one side, Wu suddenly swung his Guo-Qiang in a wide, side-sweeping, arc. It forced Lucy to bend backwards—and at that moment, she couldn't have wished more that she had taken gymnastics as a child—and put weight on her bad foot. She yelped.
"A bad ankle, eh?" the bandit sneered.
Good, now he had a target. This would all be over in a matter of seconds. And then he would deal with the other two brats in the pit, one at a time, and enjoy slicing them to itty, bitty, unrecognizable bits. Oh, how he loved doing that.
Lucy, grimacing and biting back another cry of pain, shot Fleuve d'étoiles out with a snap, smacking away the blade and forcing him to stumble if only slightly. He then rounded with a counterattack, a chop straight down the middle, heading right down the center of her body. And she would have dodged…if her ankle hadn't decided to give out on her. Collapsing with another gasp, Lucy could only watch in horror as the blade came ever closer. She could feel the wind it created as it cascaded downward.
This was it… She was going to die here.
"Lucy!"
At the familiar voice of her lion spirit, the blonde blinked. And suddenly, she was a good five yards away from the blade-of-doom where it was successfully wedged into the ground, creating a mini-crevasse. Stunned, Lucy gasped again, clutching at her heart.
"Lucy, are you okay?" Loke was kneeling in front of her, concern and anxiety clear across his handsome face.
"I'm…I'm fine," she replied shakily.
"No," Loke frowned, watching as her shoulders slumped and as she stared blankly at where she had been sitting just moments before, "you're not. Stay here, I'll handle this; it won't take long." Rising, Loke began to dust of the dirt from his black slacks and then straightened his collar. The loyal spirit craned his neck and fixed Wu, who looked exceptionally dejected, with a dark glower.
No one touched his master in such away without divine retribution. And Loke was more than happy to deliver the punishment himself.
Lucy blinked again, snapping out of her shock. "Wait!" she said, catching his wrist as he took a threatening step forward. "Wait, I need you to help Natsu and Galahad."
"Natsu?" Loke repeated, stunned, as he met her eyes. "And who's Galahad?"
"Ah…" Lucy grinned wryly, letting out an awkward laugh. "I'll explain later. But, they both got themselves trapped in that pitfall over there." She pointed accordingly to the hole just to her left. "My magic is low, so I can't handle Wu by myself, which is why I'll be the bait until you can free Natsu. And Galahad," she added hastily.
Loke was frowning again, immensely disliking the idea of his precious Lucy as bait. Just the thought made his lips pucker and his tongue curl with sour distaste. "I'm not sure I like the idea of you acting as a decoy," he stated dryly.
"What other choice do we have?" she challenged, a brow raised. "I'm not strong enough to pull them out, and I probably couldn't reach them anyway. It'll only be for a minute or so, I can handle myself for that long, I promise."
The lion spirit was still grimacing, his lips turned downwards. "You handled yourself real well," he remarked sarcastically, feeling the need to roll his eyes behind his sunglasses.
"Loke!" Lucy's eyes narrowed.
"Alright, alright," he conceded hesitantly. "I got it…just don't get hurt, okay? I don't know what I'd do if you got hurt…"
"I'll be fine," she assured. "Just go!" The girl jumped up, balancing on one foot, her whip drawn once more. The fierce look had returned to her eyes, making those chocolate orbs light with female determination that made Loke smile.
"As you wish, Princess."
Once he had turned, Loke heard his master crack her whip, signifying her readiness for battle. With the snaps of her whip resounding in his ear and her grunts of exertion echoing, Loke dashed for the pit, folding to his knees instantly when he caught sight of a familiar pink-haired idiot trying, and failing, to climb up the side of the pit. His outfit was filthy, dirtied with soil, mud, leaves and he had smears of it along his face, hands, feet, legs and matted into his hair.
"Loke!" Natsu hollered, his eyes narrowed and blinking rapidly to clear away the dust. "Where's Lucy? Is she okay?"
"She's fine…for now," the spirit replied. "Come on, grab onto my hand, she needs your help." He reached into the pit, straining for as deep as he could reach, fingers stretching.
The dragonslayer didn't need to be told twice as he leapt up, quite ungracefully, to clasp onto Loke's awaiting hand. Both biceps of the two males bunching and coiling, Natsu was promptly launched into the air when Loke flung his arm back, fire igniting in his hands and engulfing his legs.
"Lucy!" he shouted, teeth bared as the wind raked through his hair. "I'm here…" His sandal-clad feet landed on the dirt ground with an audible thump, zaps of pain racing briefly up through his ankles.
But, unfortunately, just as he caught sight of his blonde teammate and nakama, the dragonslayer had the privilege of watching from afar as she tumbled to the ground in a heap, just next to Wu's feet—blood was pouring from her side. Even from as far away as he was, he could see that she was paler than usual, and she gasped in pain while she clutched her side. Then, her eyes closed. And they didn't reopen.
Natsu felt his world crumbling at the sight. "Lucy!"
The dragonslayer had never experienced tunnel vision before, but it didn't startle him one bit when all he saw was Wu, leering triumphantly and having the gall to nudge Lucy's limp body away with his dirty boot. In the next moment, everything was red.
Blood red.
Phew. Bit longer than the previous chapters, ne? Natsu's angry...and that's never good. Next time, chapter fifteen: The Suspicion! Lucy's wounded! Is she alright? Or...will something else make its presence known?
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