I stared at the faint blue writing on the palm of my hand.
"Willius Jurgan."
When I got home that evening, I found I couldn't speak to my mother about what I had seen. This thought kept ringing in my head: "You don't want them to know about you being raped, and she does't want you to know about all those babies dying. Pushing her to tell you would be hypocritical." That, and the fact I just didn't know how to bring it up. "Oh hey mom, I watched the videos and I'm not sure if you knew or not but I found out about you being cursed and shit and all those babies dying and blah blah, so anyways how was your week?" It didn't seem right.
So instead, I'm going to find out things on my own.
xoxoxo
pat pat pat. My feet jogged at a steady pace, towards my destination. The library. I arrived moments later. The building was a third home to me, next to Fairy Tail and my own home. I knew my way around the place like the back of my hand. I quickly bounded up the stairs up to the third floor. Recorded Mages. This floor was made for every recorded mage in history. For example; theres a whole book full of Fairy Tail mages. Their history, any interviews they've taken, every job they've accomplished, friends, foes, boyfriends, girlfriends, everything. Of course, among those mages there is a section for me. Thank god they don't know everything though.
I start running my fingers down the shelves, looking for the J's. Then I find a book labeled, Recorded Mages (J-L). I pull out the book and slam it on the nearest table, flipping through the contents. It takes me five minutes to find, Willius Jurgan.
Willius Jurgan.
x689, Interior Magic
Willius Jurgan practices Interior Magic, magic that controls his enemies insides, (health). Willius has been known to have many enemies related to his magic. But no evidence has ever been provided for his past 'crimes' and thus he has never been arrested which angers his enemies. Part of the guild Memories Foul he is a powerful mage but his magic doesn't do well on most jobs. His wife divorced him three hours after they got married because 'He's a rotten fellow' according to herself, Marian Jewl. After getting in a fight with one of Fior's most powerful guilds, Fairy Tail, (for unknown reasons) he's gone into hiding and has yet to present himself.
I slammed the book shut and pulled out my key.
"Gate of the curses! Voodoo!"
"Voodoo is here."
"What do you know about Willius Jurgan?"
"Nothing."
"What do you know about Interior Magic?"
"I just know that a tad bit of curse magic is involved but that's only to make the magic long lasting on a particular individual."
"Can you tell if my mother is still cursed?"
He closed his eyes and focused.
"No, her curse has been broken once she sacrificed something she loved two years prior."
"What did she sacrifice?"
"If my sources are correct, she threw a childhood doll of hers named 'Michael' into lava."
I gulped and held back tears. I knew how much she loved that doll.
"Okay, thank you Voodoo, goodbye."
xoxoxo
"Good afternoon barmaid." Devan teased.
Lance was currently taking his mom's place behind the bar which was Devan's chance to humiliate him even further.
"Shut up before I make you." Lance ensued.
"Is that a request for me to pound your face in?"
"No, it's an invitation for me to crush your bones in front of your crush."
He blushed. "Ugh I hate you!"
However, before he lunged to take a bite out of Lance's throat, Simon showed up taking action.
Two minutes later it was back to peace (probably not for long) as I continued to frown at my drink.
My vanilla milkshake swirled into a tornado as I twirled my straw around, feeling too sick to take a drink.
"Yo, Luna what's wrong?" Devan asked.
"She's just upset cause Liam isn't here." Lance teased.
I frowned even further.
"Hey, I think she's really upset."
A tear rolled down my cheek.
"Oh shit! She's crying! I can't comfort crying girls! It's my weakness! I'm out." Devan tried to escape but Simon pulled him back to the bar, saying things like how it's their duty to comfort a crying friend.
All three boys leaned in eager to hear what was wrong with me.
But I didn't answer.
"Luna, I'll buy you something if you tell us." Lance offered.
I grumbled but complied.
"Well first off, all the adults have been glancing and whispering and just being weird around me for the past hour. Next, Aunt Levy has been crying in the corner, I haven't seen my parents all day today, and somethings just up." I said in a rush.
"Plus Liam's not here." I whispered.
The boy's took in this information, seeming they've just realized how the older people in the guild were acting.
"I dunno Luna, my mom said she left to go comfort your mom but I dunno what that means." Lance said.
I looked up.
"WHAT?! Why didn't you tell me?" I yelled, thus punching his gut.
"Ooof!" Lance cried.
"It has to have something to do with the baby!" I yelled.
I ran over to Aunt Levy.
"Aunt Levy, is there something going on with the baby?"
She wailed into Gajeel's shoulder hearing my words.
My heart sped up.
My dragon senses kicked in.
My nerved jolted, sending every emotion through my body.
Something's wrong.
I ran out the guild, ignoring the protests of the guild members.
I ran and ran and ran.
Ending up at the cottage, my fourth home. My dad and Happy's old home. We would camp out here when I was a kid. The old wooden sign still hung there in the same spot,
Natsu and Happy's home. +Lucy +Luna.
I already heard the crying.
The muffled screams.
The kicks of frustration.
The whines of un-fairness.
The silent whispers of comfort.
All too familiar to me.
I kicked down the door, panting from the run.
I saw my mother, broken.
My mother had been broken before, I knew of her mother and father, the reasons she left home. I saw the video, yes, my mother has been broken before. But she's always put the pieces back together. What I saw now, was a state of tiredness, no hope, fear, guilt, and pain. Something no one would be able to put back together.
My father sat beside her, trying to calm her down, even though at the same time he was trying to calm down himself. His dragon senses on over run from the tragedy. Happy was no where to be seen. Broken glass littered the floor. My frail mother shook in pain. It was just... Death.
They looked up at me. And I knew. Oh, I knew.
My stomach collapsed .
My heart wrenched.
My features crumbled.
No...
I turned, and ran once again.
xoxoxo
I jumped onto the window seal, sniffing once more to make sure he was there.
Wait, where was I?
The room was defiantly a boys room, but unusually neat. (For a boy's room that is.)
I sighed, turning my back on the window seal.
I guess my nose just led me to a safe smell, whatever that means.
I realized moments later I was hyperventilating.
My nails digged into the palms of my hands, trying to get myself under control.
I could feel my magic expanding, to the point of no return.
I could die.
Right now.
If I just let it happen.
Just let my magic over-run and collapse.
I could die.
And be consumed by nothing.
Nothing.
That sounds nice, doesn't it? No emotions, no death, no life, just nothing.
My lungs burned, my head ached, my heart pounded, my eyes burned.
Wait, no. Everything burned.
An incredible burn. Burning every inch of me, inside and out. Maybe it'll burn until I'm nothing.
Please.
Suddenly the door opened.
I whipped my head around to see Liam, in sweats, a tight gray shirt, and his red beanie, holding a bowl of chips.
"Luna?" He asked.
His voice. Oh his voice.
I acted before thinking. (Something I usually do)
Next thing I knew, I was in his arms. But I wasn't about to let go. No. I needed this way to much to just let go. He immediately dropped the bowl of chips, and held me against him.
"I need you." I choked.
He picked me up and carried me to the bed.
Next thing I knew, we were spooning.
God, if situations were normal I would have cried with happiness.
He nuzzled his face into my neck, taking a deep breath he said, "The baby died, didn't it."
The baby died.
I only nodded in response, knowing my voice would fail me if I tried to speak.
"I'm sorry Luna, I'm so so sorry." He hugged me tighter until he was practically on top of me.
That night, we just cuddled. We consumed each others scents until we couldn't know who's was who's.
My fingers traveled to his short hair unknowingly along the way, feeling all the waves and the warmth of his scalp. I might have shed a few tears but, even though my world was collapsing, I didn't have enough energy to shed enough. We didn't kiss. No, but it was clear he was mine and I was his. No other friends would comfort me this way. This was special. His breath and body were my blanket, his eyes my map, his mouth my dream, his arms my home, his words my hero. And soon, I fell into a deep sleep.
xoxoxo
"No, don't take my baby!" Came my mother's voice.
"I'm sorry miss, but you'll understand in the new era. You and this baby will help create this." Came a mysterious voice.
"No, one-magic is love..." My mother was obviously drugged, you could tell by the distant look in her eyes, he slurred words, and her weak, frail, body. She laid on a hospital bed, in a hospital-looking room. Her blond hair now a greasy mess, her fair skin now a sickly green, she was barely human.
"I'll let you hold him one last time." Came the voice.
And suddenly, a beautiful baby boy with blond hair appeared in my mother's weak arms.
"My boy, Igneel Dragneel. I love you." She cried.
Then, the hospital room disappeared and light filtered through my eyelids as I begun to wake.
xoxoxo
The first thing that registered in my brain was this wasn't my bed.
The second, the lack of warmth next to me.
Then, the memories of last night came rushing back to me in a fierce storm.
I grumbled as I stood up, my muscles aching from my previous temper tantrum.
I found my way to the bathroom, surprised I didn't look like a zombie.
Yes, my pink hair was wildly tossed to one side and I still had to wash away a little night's existence off.
But, it was kind of hot.
So I left my hair like that and continued to wash my face.
I took off my shoes (that I slept in, ew) and took off my clothes.
I walked back into what must have been Liam's room and opened a few drawers until I had what I needed. I'm a tall girl, so that whole "only wearing my boyfriend's t-shirt because it's hot" thing doesn't work on me. So instead I got one of his tee shirts, and some sweats, and followed my nose until I found Liam.
Surprisingly, he was in the kitchen, making... Breakfast?
Okay... That's really hot.
"Umm, hey Liam. I'm really sorry I crashed here... I didn't even know you had your own apartment, I just followed my nose and it led me here and yeah so I'm sor-"
"It's fine Luna, you had a tough night." He responded with a slight smile, while scrambling the eggs.
"Want me to help you out?" I offered.
But, he declined and said I could watch Tv until he was done.
Oh Mavis, if only every night I could cuddle up next to him and wake up to him making me breakfast.
Yeah, that would be nice.
A few moment later, Liam brought in two plates of eggs, bacon, and toast ready for us to devour.
Yeah, this was good. For now, this would ease the pain.
It was silent until Liam spoke up.
"Luna?"
"Yeah?"
"I love you."
"...I love you too."
xoxoxo
(A/N) Officially shedding tears.