Hello hello everyone! I still alive writing and uploading stories! It takes me some time because I'm busy.. anyway I still don't own Fairy Tail, but Hiro Mashima does.. how I envy him.. but anyway hope you like the chapter (I needed to change few things)
You Wanted War
Chapter 1.
Juvia walked down a demolished street, the bombs on the area became more frequent few days earlier, and now everything was ruined, almost every place in this town was devastated. Most of the citizens who lived there were in unplanned graves under collapsed buildings, but the few who managed to escape fled toward the Russian border. Juvia shook her head, the power of Stalin and the communist regime that destroyed the lives of all the inhabitants of the Soviet Union. Really where the citizens want to live there? But on the other hand they had no other choice, in Europe's territory Hitler looked invincible, and they were wanted dead or captured. Juvia pondered and wondered which of the leaders were worse for Europe and the world and concluded that they were together at the same time, is the worst thing that could happen to the peoples of Europe, the Russians, the Germans, and everyone in this world.
In the late evening, Juvia covered herself in a dirty coat that was a several sizes larger than hers. A few days before now, she had found the jacket on someone who had been killed by the last bombing wave at the time. The coat was in fine condition, the dirtiness she had seen in the past week. With a heavy heart, Juvia closed the man eyes and stripped off his jacket. For a long time, she sat beside him, praying for him to get into heaven like the nuns in a shelter that took her in and raised her, show her. She touched his chest from left to right then up and down. Juvia fastened his hands and moved from the area with wet eyes of the terrible things she had to do to survive the frosty mid-winter weather in a small town in Poland. Juvia put her coat on her body and tremble when another cold gust of wind with the touch of snow had hit her bare face.
After a few days of wandering, Juvia found the place, the safehouse that General Jose had told her about. The heavy iron door was opaque and firmly attached to the rigid wall was the only thing that separated her from the end of the challenging mission. Juvia took a deep breath before taking her hands out of the pockets and rummaging through her bag for something.
She took out a small rectangular package with a couple of wires attached to it. Juvia glowed the box against an armored door handle and looked around suspiciously, but the city of ruins was an abandoned ghost town, and no sane man was anywhere near or even miles away from there because she was inside the bomb zone of Germany.
With trembling hands, Juvia changed the order of the wires and heard the start of the ticking that told her that her bomb started to work. She didn't like to work with explosives, but for ending that mission soon, she toughened her mind and activated the bomb. Juvia ran to the far end of the street and hid behind a stone wall of a church that had once upon a time was magnificence and full of glory, but now there was barely a wall, and the statue of Jesus at the altar left.
When the explosion came, Juvia closed tight her eyes and covered her ears, trying to ignore the loud boom noise from behind her. After the smoke had scattered, Juvia quickly and quietly returned to the door that was now half open and boiling hot from the heat in the lock. She entered a room full of dust, but not ordinary dust; it was not one that had gathered over time. It was stinking dust from incinerators and chemicals from the bombs fired into the area, and Juvia's bomb didn't help at all.
Juvia coughed several times and put the fabric of her black shirt over her mouth and nose so she could breathe relatively clean oxygen. Juvia observed the details in the dark-room, searching for the one thing she needed, for the thing she needed get so she could get the hell out of this shit hole. Between the shelves and the cupboards, she saw many items, jewelry, gloves, coats, used shoes and other forgotten stuff. Juvia chose to ignore them and concentrate on her goal before she died of lack of oxygen.
She searched for the envelope with the desired documents. The blue-haired women went through half the shelves until she saw an old brown wooden desk with a one and only locked drawer, they could not make it easier for her.
Juvia smiled contentedly and went to straight toward the drawer. Juvia knelt to the kneeled to the same height as she took out a small pin that caught a band of her blue hair. She didn't notice the hair falling over her neck as she concentrated on unfastening the drawer opened and after serving its use juvia put the pin back, fasten back a lock of hair. Inside the drawer were more than five notable brown envelopes of documents bearing the dates and title on the subjects found inside them. She smiled mockingly as she passed through the envelopes. They just made her life easy, those Poles.
When she saw the subject she was looking for, Juvia took the envelope she wanted. "An update on the Nazis' progress" it was the document sent by the spy in the highest echelons of the German army, the one that General Jose had searched for months and maybe in those records his name will be discovered. This envelope had been put in her bag, and Juvia was about to close the drawer, but the next envelope intrigued her curiosity. "The Final Solution to the Jewish Problem, Information Collected." The envelope was still closed as if they hadn't opened it before now, and in a second, she came to a decision. Juvia had put this envelope in her bag and left the toxic room before inhaling other harmful substances into her lungs.
In a fast run, Juvia crossed the deserted town and reached a crossroads, the intersection that had passed several hours before. She turned the other way to where Jose had said she would be picked up from. It was a two-day walk and a one day's wait after she sent a message to their headquarters, The Lord Phantom. They were part of the offices that finds information about the information the occupied countries collected about Germany and the aim to discover all the spies in the German army, pretty much be a spy to Germany favor. Juvia served her home and her country with pride.
Although she didn't think their leader was right most of the time, Juvia did want to return Germany the honor she once had. Because of that Juvia agreed to join the army (who came to recruit her) at the age of 15 because of her talent to enter places that no one else succeeds before her. Juvia walked determinedly and did not stop until she had finished the job.
At the waiting station after an unending two days long walk, Juvia entered a crowded bunker full of supplies that her people had hidden for the worst circumstances at this war time. Juvia found the old radio and directed it to their frequency and started tapping in their secret code that the mission was done and successful. The code tapping was intricate and complicated, but Juvia managed to pass the message. She ate from the disgusting military food that was in everlasting cans and tried to sleep; only Juvia could be awake for over 50 hours and don't fall a sleep in her first opportunity. After an hour of hopelessly searching for required sleep without any success, Juvia began to go over her bag tidying and throw away things she didn't need, such as the stolen coat and a-holes full pair of gloves. As soon as she came back to headquarters, Juvia could put on her own warm clothes that were not dirty at all.
Juvia looked at the envelope she was not supposed to have, the one she was not supposed to be holding and biting her lower lip hesitantly. She wanted to know what was happening to the Jews, she knew that most of her country thought they shouldn't live with them, but she didn't feel like this. Juvia could not help but remember her friends from her time in the shelter, some of them were Jews, she remembers the fun they had together before the war began before the German army took her away and trained her to be what she is today. Juvia wanted to know what had happened to them. When the decision was planted in her head, she opened the envelope and took out the documents. Juvia read them carefully, trying not to believe words that describe in detail the horrors her own people do to them, to human beings. An expression of disgust and loathing crept into her face as she reached the last page.
Juvia violently and frustratingly tossed the pages to the sand-filled floor and began to cry as the words echoed in her head. 'Mass murder,' 'gas showers in order to keep the sanity of the Nazi soldiers,' 'no Jew will escape this fate.' ' A total extermination of all European Jews.'
How the people she grew up living with, the people she belongs to can be so cruel, so inhumane?
When the message arrived from the headquarters that in two hours they would pick her up, Juvia picked herself up after waiting in the small bunker and spending the night weeping bitterly.
Only after hours of endless tears, Juvia takes controls on her emotions. She knew, at that moment she can't go on and keep helping those people! Ones who could do such an awful things! She cannot be a partner in this mass murder!
Juvia thought hard what she could do, and she comes up with a crazy idea.
Juvia washed her face in the dirty water bucket collected throw a hole in the ceiling. She looked at her reflection in the water and saw that her blue eyes were surrounded by visible redness, but she had two hours before her ride arrives, and by then it would pass, at least she hoped so. Juvia set her things right for the last time and at the end of the two hours she came out of the bunker with her backpack and an expression that showed no emotion, as Army taught her in case she was caught by hostile forces. The enormous truck stopped in front of her, and she climbed into it. Inside the car was driving her very best friend in the whole world.
Gajeel, the long hair that was cut a long time ago and now was neatly tidied, and his face was still frightening with the scars of the holes instead of eyebrows and bloodshot eyes that made even the most dangerous animal in the world run for their lives.
"let's move," He said before she could close the door. Juvia hurried to close the door and fasten the worn belt that was there. Gajeel was known as the quickest driver in the headquarters, and the man who could freeze everyone at one glance, Juvia was mostly afraid of the first thing.
He climbed on the wild field and drove at a crazy high speed without looking at her. Juvia looked out the window and tried to get ready for what she was about to do. This is going to be an act of treason; they're going to haunt her down and kill her, maybe a public execution.
After a little more than an hour they had passed a distance that everyone else would have taken at least half a day to pass, Gajeel stopped the truck abruptly and even with her belt on Juvia flew forward and landed back, hard on the bumpy seat chair. Juvia bellowed out in fright noise and tried to calm her heart, which was dizzying in a fast race.
"What happened sprinkle?" He said in his usual deep voice, and concern was shown in his speech, which was not used to expose any sort of feelings.
It was only then that Juvia noticed that she was behaving suspiciously. Every time Gajeel or any other driver picked her up, she always talked about what happened there in the war zone, about the cities, how hard it was to get what she needed, but this time she was quieter, quieter than a fish.
"Nothing," Juvia said, and even in her ears, she could hear the lie in her voice. She knew Gajeel would notice it too, he knew her so well.
"We don't move until you tell me what happened," Gajeel growled, and Juvia knew he meant every word he pronounced.
"I cannot tell you," Juvia said, and Gajeel raised eyebrows for her first-person talk use. He understood that it was important, he knows that Juvia always used a third person talking apart from a few critical and life-changing moments.
"Got me curious," Gajeel said and looked at her with interest.
"I can't tell you, please Gajeel. You must not know." Juvia looked at him pleadingly. He had to get off the subject. He could not know. She must not entangle him in what she about to do.
"It's not that you're going to desert. You can tell me." Gajeel tried to convince her, but the warning in her eyes told him that he had hit the target.
"Juvia, if they catch you, they'll kill you!" Juvia looked away from him and looked out with her hands crossed and determined written all over her features.
"You cannot do that!" Gajeel grabbed her by the shoulders and made her look at him. She saw the horror in his red eyes. She knew how much it would hurt him to lose her too after losing his father. Juvia almost yielded to her desire to tell him, to make him come with her, but she knew that Gajeel had nothing but the army and her. The Chances are she will not survive the next few hours she cannot take away both her and the army from him; those were all he lived for.
"Why do you have to do that?" Gajeel choked on his words when he saw that nothing made the most open and chatty women in the world speak.
Juvia was silent because how she could ruin his life? Her very best friend life? The only family's life she ever had?
Moments after finally, she surrendered to wanting to explain to him in fewer words she could why she could not stay in the army and to fight for Germany.
"I can't stay after reading what our people do. I'd rather die before being a part of such horrid things." Juvia took out those words out of her mouth with great difficulty.
"so I'm coming with you," he said slowly, in a quiet, sincere voice after he saw the terror and disgusted her eyes.
"Anything that is enough to make you desert is also a good enough reason for me."
"No, Gajeel, you can not, you will die with me if you come. You must not! I wouldn't let you!" Juvia cried frightfully at her best friend she had in the whole world would die for her, he was her only family, he had to live, for her, that she could die in peace, knowing he was alive.
He looked at her again and smiled maliciously.
"Someone has to protect so you wouldn't die on me," he said shrewdly, and Juvia knew that the discussion was over, stubborn as a mule, someone like him she had never met before, and she loves him for it.
Once Gajeel decides something, he doesn't change his mind, and no one can convince him otherwise, not even her. Juvia looked at him in shock and gratitude. She loved him like a brother and apparently the feeling was mutual. She could not live if he died and that was how he felt, and some say that Gajeel does not have a heart of gold, how wrong they are.
"Make an escape transport for tonight, at exactly nine o'clock." She ordered him and smiled as she heard his unique laugh as he restarted the truck and pressed the gas at full strength.
"Yes sprinkle, jihi."
Gajeel parked the truck in a warehouse that at first looked deserted, but it was a cover their headquarters had set.
The old door scorched marks on the walls, even the smell itself stank and made people repulsive and never thought to enter. The warehouse was an entrance to the underground headquarters that was dug deep into the ground. Juvia jumped out of the high truck in a quick move into the floor concrete into and moved to the iron doorway at the other end of the warehouse. After she came down the cold metal ladder, she reached the corridors of familiar headquarters where she and Gajeel had assigned for the last six months. The base was built from three floors. The first floor and the nearest to the exit was the office of a high-ranking officer like General Jose; the second floor was their operations rooms where all the weapons, bombs, maps and equipment needed for battle and survival were kept on the same level. The last floor was the residence of the soldiers and the dining room. Like the rooms of Juvia and Gajeel. Juvia stood in front of General Jose office's brown door and knocked on it as hard as ever.
"I'm busy, come back later," Jose shouted through the door in his hushed voice.
"Sergeant Lockser is reporting from the mission, sir," Juvia said and knew as always that Jose would get up and open the door for her. After all, her mission was critical, and she was one of the few on the staff he trusted on.
"Aha Juvia, I missed your refreshing presence."
Jose said through his thick beard and Juvia tried not to show the shudder that always came to her when the General looked at her with greedy eyes.
"Sir, the mission was successful," she said to him in a flat voice and an emotionless face as she brought him the envelope with the wrong papers. He took the envelope and turned to close the door but not before winking at her. As soon as the door closed behind him, Juvia let the chills go to her body in full power. Then she hurried to her room for a quick shower and rushed to the organizations for their fabulous escape.
Juvia dressed in tight black clothes under a standard day-to-day uniform and went to the operations rooms to take supplies like maps, weapons, and food.
Juvia found an empty operations room after she greeted some of the soldiers who recognized her. She knew that at most she had an hour until Jose called her back to his office, if not before. She collected a few guns and ammunition, two maps of Europe, one of the most recent Nazi conquests and the other without them. A supply that is enough for two weeks, Canning and three large water canteens, Juvia tossed the stuff disorganized into the backpack. Just as she was leaving the room, one of her soldiers came into the room.
"Sergeant, General Jose wants to see ."
The soldier said with a salute. Apparently what expose Juvia was the surprise in her demeanor, her face showing fear and panic are not used to her, and the soldier knew immediately that something was wrong, looked around and saw her bag. The soldier took out his weapon and pointed at her. Juvia thought, Doesn't he know who she is? She's the Rain woman Juvia like the way storms hits the least predictable times, and she always brings a rain of blood with her.
A second had passed, and Juvia lunged forward and reached his trembling hand. She turned his hands and used his pistol to strike hard behind his head. He fell into her hands unconsciously. With a heavy sigh, Juvia put him in an empty corner, tied him up and put a cloth on his place him against the far away wall and locked the door behind her.
Gajeel met her on the way to an escape transport, and she gave him the kitbag.
"Warm up the engine?" He asked in a whisper.
Juvia gave him a warm smile before turning to Jose's office. "See you in 15 minutes." She whispered that they were in the same step. Gajeel saluted her and hurried to the exit.
Juvia knocked on the door that she had knocked on less than two hours ago. The door opened quickly, and the general motioned her in. Juvia entered the same familiar and empty office as its owner. A desk was full of paperwork and a small bar full of whiskey, other drinks and an anesthetic that Jose had used on female soldiers to get his way with them.
"Do you know why I called you?" Jose said and folded his hands and rested his head on them as he sat in the back of his desk looking at her voraciously.
"No sir," said Juvia, looking at his disgusting black eyes, even though in her mind she shouted, "Yes, I know!"
Jose shifted and leaned against the chair and looked at Juvia, studying her carefully, as if trying to find out what she was hiding.
"The documents are false, did you know about that?"
"No sir," Juvia replied calmly and confidently.
"If you read the documents?" He asked with a thick hint.
"No sir" Juvia answered again.
Jose examined her and stood in the direction of the bar, pouring himself a glass of the drink he liked most.
"Whiskey?" He offered her a glass.
"I'll be happy sir," said Juvia. It was the first and last time she had agreed to drink anything he had prepared, and Jose smiled excitedly and returned his full concentration to pour alcohol and mix the drug.
"The documents you brought were probably not arranged in the right envelope; you will have to return to that place again," he said.
Jose could not see or hear Juvia when she took out a small pocketknife that she kept in her pants pocket for that for this exact moment. Juvia walked on her tiptoes, quietly just like a snake toward him.
In one second the knife entered the central vein of the general's neck as he choked with surprise and pain. Juvia took the knife out as fast as you ripped out a band-aid and the General fell at her feet. Flattening the floor with the blood that ran happily out of his body.
"Just as you did not blink to rape female soldiers, you did not blink to kill an entire kind people, as the documents say," she whispered venomously into his ear.
"Y-you-trait-tor." He began to spit blood and coughed.
"I am happy to be a traitor to a country that murders innocent people because of their origin." She spat these words on his face while life left his eyes.
Three minutes later, the alarm at the base was operating with grating intensity, and Juvia was already running toward the car, the only one who made an engine noise. Fortunately, the soldiers didn't think they would escape from the base but managed to get inside. Until the soldiers understand what happened, Gajeel and Juvia will be out of Poland and on the way to the Vilna forests where there were reports of an unorganized army operating against the Nazi forces.
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