A well drawn mahogany carriage by four powerful white pristine horses, trotted up the path towards the chateau . Coming around the fountain stopping at the two double front doors. Quickly the butler comes out from his seat and hurries opening the door to the carriage. Awaiting as the two figures come out.
The first one to step out, the same albino young man with a lean muscular built, with neatly combed back smoke grey hair, and those emotionless silver eyes, dressed a charming tux, with dark dress shoes. Turning back around he holds out his hand."...Let me help you Father."
Inside the dark wooden drawing room, with limited lighting, though thankfully the natural light came in through the large pulled back draped windows, the others Lucy and everyone sat aura felt so thick and eerie if a knife could be cut, it would not go through at all. The two maids there served them refreshments while you sat with your melancholy expression at the grand piano obediently supply the others with a dark melody tune. Since, Father was not home having forgotten that he had left along with another. Not wanting to displease him in any sort of way, and remembering his words echoing in your mind to be hospitable to any guest. The others followed you, to this room which you allowed them to rest.
Your eyes fixated on the keys of the piano, the melody flowed so well, not a beat was off. The large clock tick and tocked, as its pendulum swung heavily. Every second that went by seem to make the mood more tighter, no one knew really what to say. They tired to snap you out of it, but it seem like every single word that came out, went right over your head or just bounced out. They couldn't snap you out of it, it was like you didn't exist anymore. A former shell of yourself. It killed them all inside.
This dreaded music wasn't setting well anyone of them. Having a enough of this, crushing the cup in their hand standing up fiercely they go over to you and slam their hands down hard on the piano, cracking the lovely instrument. Which made you look at them, Natsu snarls at you.
Unfazed by his blazed glaze upon you, assuming something else as to why he had this sudden outburst."Is that tea, not to your liking?"
He growls."Screw the tea! Amora, snap out of it!"Before you could say anything, he lifts ups the piano and throws it to the side, scaring and startling everyone, even you in some sort of way. Looking at the demolished piano.
With somber voice of disappointment."Father, will not be pleased."Turning to Natsu. Placing a hand on him, which scared him. The touch you gave him scared it."It was his favorite."Hearing a sound that made you stand up quickly, and proper. This alarmed everyone, your eyes glued to the door awaiting like a pup for who came in. Natsu still in his state snaps out of it, when a familiar scent snapped him out of it. Turning he finds along with the others the same guy who brutalized you, standing there at the with a icy stare, his eyes land upon everyone.
Gray and Lyon stare daggers at him, feeling their eyes upon him. His silver eyes look at them signing their death. Taking his eyes from them, he looks across the room to you, realizing that the piano was not there, his eyes trail across to see the destroyed piano.
"Such rude, guest."was all he said."Why, have you come here?"he calmly demands.
Gray and Lyon stand up ready to go. Their eyes tighten with darken anger."You know damn very well!"Gray yells.
"Give us back, Amora."Lyon gets his magic ready.
Unfazed by their threatening attempts, brushing away what they demanded. He walks fully into the room."Amora, is home. Father will not be ple-"
A hand comes onto his shoulder, stopping the young man from talking."Nikolai, now now. Is that how we talk to guest."
Nikolai, finally a name to the young man, apologizes to person. Stepping aside to allow them into the drawing room. Everyone holds their breath, Gray and Lyon along with Sting could feel their muscles tighten in fury. Ultear and Minerva never had such a venomous look in their eyes before. Everyone waited for this person to come in. This Father, Nikolai and you have spoken so much about.
What they saw, was not whom they pictured in their mind expecting a maybe a much older man. The age of Marakov, instead he was a man that didn't seem much older really. With fair skin, properly groomed back russet orange hair tied into a ponytail, and eyes to match. Looking like a true gentleman in a dressed tux and monoclonal over his right eye, with pleasant facial features, he was handsome looking. That seem to loosen everyone's tension, his eyes where the opposite of Nikolai's, they where filled with emotions and warmth.
A smile appears on his face, happily greeting the others."Well, please excuse my son."Father places a hand upon Nikolai's shoulder patting it affectionately."He can be a stiff at times."chuckling softly to himself, putting his other hand in his pocket walking to the middle of the room. To get a good look at everyone's face, Lucy's eyes widen at the sight of his man. She wasn't sure but he seem familiar in some way."Well, are not a lovely bunch. If I knew we-oh dear."he noticed the broken piano."Well now, such unfortunate thing to happen. Ah...my daughter."he holds out his hand for you.
Everyone looks, watching as you respond to him. Walking towards the man, taking hold of his hand. He kisses the top greeting you."Welcome home, Father."you curtsey to him obediently, coming back up."Forgive me, over your favorite piano."
Lightheartedly laughing, Father brushes it off."Tis nothing to worry about, my child. Now, who are wonderful guest. I feel that I am not properly giving them the best hospitality."he turns to the others."Which I do hope, our new friends forgive me of such rudeness. I assure you, that I am not like this. I was just baffled by the destruction of my front gates and now my piano."He smiles jovially at them. Snapping his fingers maids and butlers come rushing in and attend to the broken piano."Now, why don't we all leave this deary room and you shall enlighten me as to why you, broke my gates and piano."still holding onto your hand, he leads you out of the room telling the others to follow. Gray never felt his eyes burn to much with anger, feeling a hand on his shoulder, it was Erza who shakes her head no. It was not the right time to act. Knowing she was right, he does as she non-verbally says.
The others follow. With Nikolai behind the group, watching them closely. Father walks everyone down a nice long hallway, telling them of the art work upon his wall. Regaling in delighted stories heartily. Coming to a more open room, he tells everyone to sit, while he does so with you right by his side. Nikolai comes in last and takes his seat on Father's other side. Sitting firmly up, crossing his legs, the others his attention. Gesturing for them to tell why they are present.
Feeling the unruly emotions from everyone, knowing there needed to be a clear head, Erza stands up to speak for everyone."Sir, she right there."she points to you."Amora, she is a very close and dear friend of ours. And we've come for her. He on your left."she gestures coldly to Nikolai."Came and brutally attacked and dragged her away. All we want is what rightfully belongs to all of us. We would prefer not to shed any sort of violence. But I assure you, there will be."her voice drops heavily.
Taking in everything, Father calmly looks at everyone in the room. Then finally to you."So, you are the ones who have kept my turtledove away from me? And her family?"he states himself up, adjusting the cuffs on his sleeves."I would be willing to hand over her, really I would. Your words move me so much. But, you need understand."he closes his eyes for a second only for them open up with a sharp threatening look."She is my turtledove, as is my son. They belong to me, and no one else. You see...I love rare and exotic things, items...the works really. As you can see."his eyes return back to their normal jovial ones with a smile."I have provided a lovely home here. With my two lovely children, whom..."his eyes land upon Jura."Master Jura, I have raised taken in off the streets. Surely, the Magic Council would not love to hear how a member of their own has taken it upon themselves to come to my home and impose upon it. Without proper verification."Taking his eyes off the man, he looks the others. His eyes fill with sympathy."I am truly moved by your words really I am, over my daughter. But, Amora has no recall of such people in her life. But from the look upon all of you, you will accuse me of lying. Saying that she does. Trust me, I am all about ones and others rekindling their bonds. It is the most touching thing ever."he fawns over it, fanning himself. Placing a hand upon your stiff one."Amora, is my child. And she one I love greatly, just like my son."he places a hand on his son."Is that not right my children."
You and Nikolai both nod your head."Yes Father."
Having enough of this, Gray stands up abruptly with Lyon and the others. "That is a DAMN lie! Amora, doesn't belong to you, you did something to her. I know you did. You better give her back or I swear..."
Father looks at the dark haired teen. He could feel and see the anger directed towards him, no there was something else behind those eyes. That fueled him, something much deeper that sparked something in Father. A coiling smile appears a bit on his lips. A deep low chuckle was that soon turned into a eerie laugh. Standing up quickly, walking towards Gray and the others. Nikolai was about to do something but Father puts out hand for him to stay where he was. Stopping just a few feet away. From him and the others. With an imposing stare upon them, his warm eyes turn into a sinister twist with a smile to match. Looking directly into Gray's eyes who stares back hard. Chuckling to himself, Father finding this amusing. His eyes relax."...Here."he stands aside for the mage."Go, and see yourself. Go on."he gestures to you, Gray looks at him suspiciously, trying to figure out his game. Seeing the tenseness, Father's eyes soften meaning no harm.
Looking at the man, Gray gives him a look watching him carefully. And walks over to you, Nikolai watches him closely. Reaching you, Gray gets down to your level. You look at him, with your melancholy eyes never changing. He searches hard for any sign of you. But he couldn't see anything, it was nothing like a mirror.
In a dry voice, you speak to him."...What are you looking for?"
Gray just kept looking right at you, not even moving his eyes once. Firmly staying on you, as if trying to get you to remember something or anything. But nothing. Bring his hands up, he uses his magic to make a ballerina. Holding it infront of you. This caught your eye, looking the spinning woman, so delicate looking and fragile. He knew this worked before,he felt it might work again. He takes your hands and places it in the palm. Your eyes remained focused on the figure. Looking to Gray, who's eyes light up with hope of you remembering.
Placing the figure back in his hands."...I do not know thi-"before you could finish.
Gray grabs hold of you firmly. When he lets go of you quickly, looking at you petrified. Looking at his hands, he wasn't sure what it was. But ever it was, filled him burning anger, turning around to Father. He rushes the man, ready to pounce. His fist drawn back to land a punch."You sick BASTARD! What did you do!"he demands in fury.
Nikolai and you quickly stand up and intercept Gray's attack upon Father. Who was unfazed. Smirking at Gray, who was stopped by Nikolai's hand tightly around his throat. Squeezing it like a bug. Gray struggles to get free. The others now ready to defend Gray, everyone waiting to make their move.
Father just found this amusing, walking to Gray with a sinister look in his eyes. He drops close to Gray's ear. Whispering something only he heard, making the young man look at him pure frozen panic. The look in Father's eye told him that it wasn't a lie at all, and what made is sicking was the pleasure Gray saw in the man's eyes. Before he could do anything, he felt himself becoming heavy, with Father holding his hand out telling him to rest.
