Lyon-sama No Tameni (a FairyTail Fanfiction) by Seth's Kiss:
A/N: Hi there! I'm Seth's Kiss and I've been writing here for a little more than three years now. I have an eccentric but vividly dark imagination and a rather odd combinations of characters and ideas for fics that I'm more than happy to share with those who are willing to read them.
A kind note of consideration for those who may not grasp the title: in Japanese, when saying 'for someone's sake', or 'for someone', as in 'in the name of that person', you'd say the name of that someone followed by 'no tameni'.
Warnings: This fanfiction will be rated M, as there is the insinuation of rape (it might not be explicit, given that perpetrator isn't human, but it is written to look like a scene of violation). Also, I usually am not too fond of writing with cuss words, yet do expect to find one or two, here and there within my writing. Again, if these themes or anything else doesn't appeal to you, either because it offends you or you are still underage: Please, do NOT read it... Thank you for your consideration.
Disclaimer: I do not own Fairy Tail or its characters (they all belong to Hiro Mashima); I do own everything else however (which is just the plot really): it all comes from my very eccentric and endless imagination (I really wish there was an off-button at times). I'd also like to apologize beforehand if any of the characters are in any way O.O.C, so please let me know when you believe they are. I mean, I try as hard as I can to keep them in character (as we all attempt to do as fanfic writers, I suppose), but I tend to let my writing take over my imagination at times.
Full (and Official) Summary: Oneshot: Set near the end of Episode 57, where Sherry Blendy tries to kill Gray Fullbuster, only written down from a different, near darker, perspective. Rated M (as there is implied rape). Proceed with caution.
Die...
...Must die.
They just must.
All of them.
Every single one of them.
For Lyon-sama...
FAIRYTAIL. MUST. DIE!
Sherry bellowed an inhuman cry, roaring like an injured beast, black tears of ruined mascara abundantly trailing down her cheeks, as searing pain spread within her like a wildfire throughout every inch of her shaking frame, her being, her very soul.
Her conjuring powers, her magic turned dark, sinister, heeded to her violent and delirious wrath, stirring Mother Nature, corrupting her and having her wield weapons, forming giant soldiers made out of every speck of given stone, earth, plant, tree. And then, all at once, all of them, together as one, struck...
"What the heck you're doing?! Cut it OUT!" yelled out the Fairy Tail mage as he hastened to move out of the way of her enraged induced onslaught, dodging as best as he possibly could whilst everything came raining down on him, loathing him, abominating him, condemning him.
"I WILL CUT YOU!" she screamed, crazed and darkened blue eyes blistering with rage while she pointed her hands in his direction, her fingers like directive arrows to her Dolls that rapidly followed her command "CUT YOU TO PIECES!"
'She's completely lost it' thought Gray, barely evading an attacking tree, its roots and branches viciously spearing at the ground where he had been standing mere seconds ago.
Falling into a stance as he went to summon his magic, the male mage faltered, attempting to come up with a way to effectively halt her without hurting her, an ally, a friend. Lyon's friend.
That didn't appear to be a problem for her however, as she was quick to take advantage of his hesitation to increase exponentially her offensive upon him, reducing even further his chances of evasion, chasing him around relentlessly and swift to cut off every possible escape.
"Shit!" he exclaimed as this huge boulder suddenly came hurling, out of nowhere, straight for him.
There was a problem though. If he dodged to the right, plants' stems would spear right through him. If he dodge to the left, a patch of moving mud would sink him. And should he run forward, Sherry would be waiting for him with her rock no other options and the looming threat closing in fast, he hastily took the only alternative he had left: taking a considerable jump backwards.
But that, unfortunately, proved to be the worst decision he could ever make, and he only realized it upon seeing Sherry smirk with dark triumph as he leaped backwards and out of the way. Not a moment later, right after setting his feet down, the trap awaiting him set in motion, charging at him quicker than he could react.
In no time whatsoever, Gray found himself elevated high up in the air by one of her tree Dolls, trapped within its bindings made of branches, his hands bound out of reach of each other, rendering him now utterly powerless to call upon his magic.
Gritting his teeth as he fought to break free, Gray struggled to cast a glance in the female mage's direction: "Hey! What's your deal?! Put me down!"
With her cherry pink bangs shading her eyes, her frame stiff, she wordlessly shook her head slowly, her Doll responding to her refusal, by tightening its branches around the male mage even further, its unrelenting hold now becoming menacing as well as increasingly painful. He could start to feel the breaking pressure applied pushing upon his bones cruelly. Just a little more, and they'd snap.
"L-Look, I don't know what's g-gotten into you" attempted Gray with difficultly, panting as the grip constricted even more, now starting to restrict his breathing "But we should b-be focusing on finding Lyon. So l-let me go!"
"NEVER!" screeched Sherry deafeningly, her anger once again influencing her magic and drawing a pained scream from the male mage as the woodened bindings detaining him abruptly spouted thorns that cut into his bare skin, piercing every part of him exposed to the branches.
"I'll make you feel exactly what I felt when Lyon-sama..." she choked upon uttering his name, more tears streaming down still as she found herself unable to finish her sentence, to admit out loud his tragic death, before her features hardened to a terrifying degree of insane inhumanity "I'm going to rip you apart. From the inside out."
He barely had the time to register what she had said, before the thorns wedged under his skin dug further in, going deeper and then twisting sharply, repeatedly, doing so all at once. There was no word to describe the excruciating agony it was.
Although a completely ordinary reaction, human nature's first impulse towards pain failed him, for the very moment Gray parted his lips to cry out at the torture, guaranteed his death sentence...
Though immensely relishing in his suffering, Sherry did hesitate a second before her next strike. She was about to kill this young mage, was about to have his blood stain her hands forever...and as it was for Lyon-sama's sake, she did not mind it one bit. There was no turning back now.
"Do it," she uttered softly, her command directed to her Doll, which hastened to comply, one of its many branches - one that was of an average size, not too large but not that small either - raising to level with Gray's face as he yelled in pain, before it took aim and swiftly charged past his lips, assaulting the male mage's mouth with such fierce violence, that his screaming was cut off midway, leaving room to loud, muffled gagging sounds instead.
Shocked and horrified beyond measure, Gray's first reaction was to try and break free, but the wooden appendage, having already generously coated itself within his saliva, had comfortably began to ease its way forwards, making dreadful squelching sounds as it thrust its way further down his forcibly pried open mouth, wedged in now far too deep within his throat to be expelled by spitting it out.
It was only then that the magnitude of Sherry's threat hit him, and hit him hard.
A terribly unpleasant feeling ran through his entire being upon realizing that he was going to be horrifyingly helpless as the tree's branch, with excruciating slowness, penetrated his throat and pushed its path further and downwards, before it would, once nestled in deep down enough, viciously impale him from the inside. Rip him from the inside out - just like she had promised.
Gray's eyes doubled in size at that realization, horror not even beginning to define how he felt. He was going to die.
The invasive stem of bark had already gotten halfway through his oesophagus when his Ice Magic, acting on its own accord as a defensive mechanism to protect their host, swiftly froze the offending appendage, from the tip to the other ones imprisoning Gray, before shattering it all to smithereens.
The Ice Magic had been too fast for Sherry to react, only able to watch with a dumbfounded expression as the Fairy Tail mage came crashing down in a heap upon the ground, coughing violently as to expel what had forcibly entered him, its form now significantly reduced to mostly water and tiny glass-like pieces of ice.
As her fingers stilled, so did Sherry's Dolls, standing by as the female mage pursed her lips while considering the young male laying half-conscious upon the ground, panting and bleeding. She had the upper hand clearly, and she was just itching to murder him knowing she could do it without a single hitch.
Only, Sherry simply wasn't satisfied with that outcome any longer.
Her darkest desire currently was to hurt him, to really hurt him, more so than she was presently hurting. Hence killing him this effortlessly, wouldn't be good enough...
"It'd harm him more to destroy his precious friends first, wouldn't it, Lyon-sama? We will see him wallow in despair at their demise. And that, would be a greater gratification than a swift kill," laughed out Sherry sadistically, crazed eyes narrowing darkly "Yes, Lyon-sama, that is best."
Pleased with her reasoning, she turned her back to the barely breathing and now passed out Fairy Tail mage, before walking off with a sickly swaying step, resembling a morbid marionette whose sole purpose, now that it's strings of sanity were cut off, was to avenge Lyon-sama.
And apart from that very single, significant fact, nothing else existed anymore.
Not even herself...
A/N: Oh, good. THAT'S over, phew. So, I recall this idea gnawing at a corner of my brain ever since I watched that episode where Gray was like totally helpless under the hold of Sherry's Doll before passing out in pain. And all along, ALL I could think of was that scene just freaking screeched rape. I know, I know, my brain is weird...
My original outline for this fic was a lot more...let's say graphic, in the sense where the Doll actually committed a full rape on him before Sherry kills Gray in the end. I kind of toned it down because one, I am aware that many - who like Gray Fullbuster, and I mean the Juvia-sort-of-like like - would have my head for causing such grief to their beloved character; two, it disturbed me to go that far - I was like, no, can't, no way. Plus, I was too lazy to make this fic any longer than what I did get to write.
It feels good though to get this story out of my life so I can move on. It was really, really bugging me.
Please feel totally free to check out my other fics (if you can stomach them: my writing is pretty dark). Thank you for giving this fic a bit of your time. Bella Ciao!