Erza X Lisanna 2
Erza could remember it well. It was before the fateful day that Lisanna 'died', when they were all much younger. No one else knew about it, and Erza had initially thought she would take their last conversation to her grave, until Lisanna came back from Edolas. Now, the redhead had begun thinking back to those old memories.
Erza had been bullied by Mirajane again; of course, in those days, Mira was a troublemaker, but Erza didn't usually take shit from her. They would fight more often than they would exchange words. This particular engagement, however, had affected Erza particularly hard. Mirajane and the other girls had begun talking about boys much more often lately. They didn't say a lot about the boys of the guild, but they couldn't get enough of those handsome, strapping young men that were always showing off their cool new hairstyles in the magazines. It was degrading sometimes, the way they fawned over them.
Then, one day, Mirajane came approaching Erza with a very specific question.
"Hey, Erza, I noticed you don't like hanging out with the rest of the girls too often."
"What? Of course I like being with all of you, it's just...usually you are all trading around those magazines you got the older guild-mates to buy you and stuff, and talking about guys...I just don't get it. I'd rather talk about something else honestly. Anything else."
"You have a problem with men or something?"
"I don't have a problem with men. You know that some of my best friends are men!"
"Ah, yeah, maybe I should instead ask...you're not attracted to guys at all, are you?"
Erza's face turned scarlet-red, a perfect match with her long hair. "W-What?"
Mirajane snickered at the sight of Erza's obvious discomfort. She went in deeper with the proverbial knife. "You never showed a shred of interest in any guy, even though everyone else is, and you don't even like talking about that sort of thing. Let me guess, you're actually into chicks, aren't you? Could that mean you've been checking out my chest or butt when I'm not looking? Not that you can ever have me in a million years, but, wow...I never knew you were such a deviant, Erza!"
"I'm...I'm not a lesbian, you idiot! And you don't even know what 'deviant' means!" Erza shouted back at her. She took a swipe at Mirajane with her fist, but the silver-haired girl swiftly dodged it, moving her head back just in time. Mirajane stuck her tongue out from between her lips.
"Can you prove you're not?"
"Just because I don't like talking about guys doesn't mean...it doesn't mean anything, okay? There might be a guy I liked a long time ago, but he's gone now! Leave me alone, Mirajane!"
"What? You want to spar again, Erza? I'll consider taking it back if you beat me!" Mirajane laughed, raising her own fists in an offensive pose.
Erza was breathing heavily. She could feel tears welling up in her eyes, and heat rising all over her body. It was true, just because she didn't like gushing over guys like a brain-dead idiot was not worthwhile evidence at proving she was a lesbian. Unfortunately, for the past few months, Erza had begun to suspect her own sexuality. It had nothing to do with magazines or boys or Mirajane's ass; many other factors were to blame. Her own uncontrollable feelings, the lack of clothing of some older female guildmates, the strange thoughts that would fill her mind at night, and many other things. It was mainly all going on inside Erza's mind, and she was deathly afraid of it. Mirajane's accusations were just making things worse.
"Erza, what's the matter? Fight me! I'm raring to go!"
"Just...just leave me alone, Mirajane!" Erza was in no mood to fight at all; she just wanted to be alone and gather her thoughts. The last thing she wanted was for people to suspect her of what she herself had been suspecting for ages now. She spun around and stormed off. Mirajane was left standing there, bewildered. She also failed to notice that another person had been watching their conversation; her little sister, Lisanna.
Dropping her book on the spot, Lisanna rushed off in the same direction Erza had gone.
It didn't take that long for Lisanna to find Erza, since she was sitting out on a bench in the hallway a few doors down. The redhead wasn't crying or anything, she was just staring off into space with an odd expression plastered on her face. Her fingers were digging deep into her knees. Lisanna sat down beside the redhead, and pat her on the shoulder.
"I'm sorry about what my sister said, but she honestly loves you like any other guildmate. She just can be a real bitch sometimes."
Erza's concerns faded for an instant as she looked at Lisanna with her eyes wide and her jaw dropped. "Did...did you just swear, Lisanna?"
"What? It's not like I can't, just because I'm two years younger than you guys! And it's true, you know!"
Erza couldn't help but laugh. She nodded in agreement. Suddenly, Lisanna reached over and took Erza's hands in her own, prompting the redhead to look the younger Strauss girl straight in the eye. They stared at each other for a long, empty second of silence. Lisanna, for all of her youth and supposed naivete, had proved to say some things that rang truer than the words of any self-proclaimed adult.
"Erza...you don't need to be ashamed...of how you feel,"
Erza gasped.
"I've noticed it, too. Maybe I shouldn't have been watching you so much," Lisanna's cheeks flushed red, "But...you should never feel conflicted about what you feel. You know self-doubting yourself isn't the Fairy Tail way either. You should go with what you think makes you happiest. I mean...it's only fair to you, right? Umm, sorry if what I'm saying doesn't make much sense, but please, don't let my sister get to you. You're a great person no matter what, Erza."
Those were Lisanna's words, as best as Erza could recall them. A few days later, the horrible incident occurred that caused Lisanna's 'death', altering Mirajane's personality forever. As much as Mirajane got on her nerves, Erza would never have wished such a horrible thing upon the Strauss siblings. There was truly much to be thankful for that the trio was finally back together again.
Nonetheless, Lisanna's words from that time had stuck with Erza, and through them, she gradually grew in confidence. She came to terms with her sexuality, her sexual attraction toward other women. She kept it on the down low for several more years, but after the incident with Jellal and the Tower of Heaven, Erza discovered how valuable her life really was. In her line of work, she could die any day. It didn't matter how strong she was. Someday she might need to sacrifice herself for the sake of her beloved guild. It was a possibility.
She didn't hold back anymore; she fully explored all of these perverted desires she had bottled up inside of her. It was both an exhilarating and exhausting time for her, but she didn't regret any of it. She was a womanizer, at least for a while. Surprisingly, many women were more than happy to accept her into their homes and their beds. However, even with so much debauchery filling her life, Erza began to want a certain someone for a lot more than any other girl could provide. A girl who had come back with them from Edolas. A girl who had helped her become happy with herself.
Erza smiled softly as she threw Lisanna onto the bed, both of them several years older and several years wiser than when they last spoke. Lisanna didn't mind the roughness of the older girl; she found it just an exciting prelude for what was to come. Erza climbed on top of her, and cupped Lisanna's cheek in her hand. They smiled back at each other. The bed creaked slightly underneath them.
"Lisanna...you don't know how happy I am, to see you're still alive..." Erza whispered.
"Heh, it's wonderful to see you too. You've gotten quite bold. I guess you decided not to worry so much, just like I told you, huh?"
"Oh? You remembered that?"
"Of course. I mean...I've been interested in you for a while...and seeing you upset, well, it made me feel upset too..."
"You don't say?"
"C'mon, Erza, we're not kids anymore; let's stop beating around the bush! I want you, and you want me. It's what I could never say when I was younger, but now...please, show me how much you've changed..."
"Ha ha ha, I'm not the only one who's bold...alright, alright, as you wish..."
They began kissing. Their kisses grew more and more passionate while their bodies were wrapped tightly together, there alone in the bedroom they now shared as a couple.
