I'm glad that I kind of have a steady going update schedule for this. Working on this was a major part of my nano project (sadly I didn't make the 50k). So I have many chapters already prepped for release! I hope you guys enjoy. (x
It had been almost a two weeks since the events of the beach. Fairy Tail was a place that thrived on gossip even if friendship was one of their highest values. Whispers of that day had been following Lucy around nonstop, and it didn't seem like she could catch a break. All the kids in magic theory had been talking about was the binding enchantment.
She tapped her pencil anxiously against the chipped table top. This school needed some renovations, but what was it to her? She eyed the clock, waiting for the last bell to ring. She had to dodge Gray and Natsu, they had been around her all week.
Gray had been deemed as her personal bodyguard (by who, she didn't know). And Erza was constantly surveying who she was socializing with. She was surprised how the red head managed to get so much information when she didn't even attend the high school anymore. The requip mage had gotten a prestigious internship with the magic council and she had been in Era ever since.
Her social life was placed in isolation because of her best friends, and she couldn't imagine what would happen if they stepped over the personal boundary. Sabertooth was five towns over, any possibility of an attack during school was impossible.
Though she was worried for Natsu, her best friend's relationship didn't seem too bright. Lucy had walked in on him arguing with Yukino over the phone. He was torn between two people, not like she wasn't either. Gray was breathing down her neck during school and she couldn't stop thinking about Minerva.
Whenever the dark-haired woman passed her thoughts, butterflies would arise in her stomach. Did she really have to fight such a suitable candidate?
Still tapping the desk, she could feel a buzzing in her pocket. Her ringtone ripping through the chaotic classroom. Everyone fell silent to the obnoxious Six Flags theme song, her face burning red. The silence was followed by an uproar of laughter, her teacher eyeing her with a tinkle of amusement. The bald haired man gestured to the door, letting her go if she choose.
Lucy held her head down as she left the classroom, the boys making jeering comments to her. She clutched the strap of her bba, the voice of Erik (or Cobra as he liked to call himself) ringing out above all the others. "Let the door hit your ass on the way out, Blondie. We know who's been all over it." His cackle was the last thing she heard before the door closed. That damned dragon slayer really knew how to press her buttons.
Shoving her hand into her pocket, she pulled her handheld lacrima out, silencing her silly ringtone. Without looking at the caller identification, she held the orb to her mouth. "This is Lucy," she hoped it would sound cheerful, but Erik's comment really hadn't put her in the best mood.
"Sounds like you're not happy," the voice on the other end drawled. Lucy didn't think it would be so easy to detect her annoyance. But she had an inkling of a feeling who she was talking to. A woman who was well aware of her power, unafraid to claw those who threatened her -Minerva. "I can make you feel ten times better." She spoke with bravado, so sure of her words. And Lucy believed it.
Lucy didn't care how Minerva got her number, she just wanted to get out of school. "Then what do you have in mind?" She replied as smoothly as possible, but the words felt awkward on her tongue. Her palms began to perspire as she clutched the lacrima-com, waiting for Minerva's answer.
"It's a surprise. I'm waiting for you outside." Minerva replied, the revving of an engine being heard through the phone.
Lucy peered out the window, Minerva straddling a motorcycle. She couldn't say what type it was, but it looked luxurious. It was black and sleek, the afternoon rays highlighting every edge. "I see…" Minerva held up her gloved hand, waving at her. "But I can't just ditch school."
Minerva shifted, putting her helmet into her lap as she glanced at her wrist. "I don't see the harm in walking out early. You're already out of class. Just come down already." She was fidgeting on her ride, becoming more curt as she went on.
Lolling over her options, going with Minerva didn't seem so bad. It was better than making a bigger fool of herself; she still couldn't believe that Erik would have the gall to say such a thing. But it was to be expected of the school's juvenile delinquent. Huffing, she pulled her head from the window and headed down the empty hallway. "I'll be down in about two minutes. If you don't have two helmets, there's no way I'm going." She flipped the phone closed, her heeled boots clicking hastily against the cheap linoleum floors.
While walking through the front office, strange looks were directed toward her but nothing happened. Sure there was about ten minutes before school ended, but was it really so easy to ditch school? Lucy gripped her woven strap and pushed through the glass doors. A sly grin appeared on Minerva's face as she held up two helmets.
One was a stark black, tinted with violet as the light hit it. The other one was white, shimmering with golden sparkles. "I thought you might like it," Minerva said, tossing the white helmet to her.
Lucy was known to be very coordinated, but she failed to catch it. The helmet hit the pavement and she squeaked, scooping it up the moment it hit the ground. "L-Like it?"
"Mhmm," she nodded. "I buy all of my friends their own helmet," Lucy opened her mouth, but Minerva slid her helmet on. "And yes, you're my friend. Now get on before I get caught, you fairies are very defensive over the boundaries."
Lucy compiled very quickly, settling the helmet on over her head. It felt weird, as she hadn't worn something so heavy before but it would keep her safe. She straddled the seat, barely enough left to fit her bottom. "Thanks, Minerva. Are you sure buying a helmet was necessary, I could-"
Minerva cranked the hand bar once more, the motorcycle roaring to life. "I don't waste my money on random people, Lucy. You don't need to pay me back, I have enough money as it is already." At her last comment, a disheartening chuckle came. "Now get a better grip on me, we wouldn't want you to fall off. Your 'friend' wouldn't like that too much." Minerva pulled her hands, wrapping them more securely around her leather covered waist. She took this opportunity to truly embrace Minerva, scooting forward in her seat. She felt so secure being close to the tiger, relishing in the magic that seemed to always pour between them.
She squeezed Minerva's waist, her smile hiding under her helmet. Lucy was perplexed by the shift when she used the word friend, paying no mind to it. "If I fell off, this would be one hell of a ride. Now take us to your destination, my trusty steed!"
Now it was Minerva's turn to laugh, it was genuine and filled with heartiness. She pulled her heeled boot up to rest it on the bike, time slowing as they tore off. Minerva's bike booming with a youthful excitement, the tires careening against the worn asphalt. Lucy's vision waa black, tinted by her helmet's visor. A small twinge of guilt passing through her, seeing none other than Gray bounding against the school's courtyard.
Minerva along with the engine mocked him with their cries, drowning out his own pleas for her to come back. Those blue eyes sent a chill through her but she choose to look forward; right now Gray would only hinder her from her current goal. All she wanted was love, was that too much to ask?
Sure, she had noticed Lucy's classmate running through those glass doors. But did she care? Not one bit. In her own cunning way, Minerva had whisked the celestial mage away. She was going to give Lucy the time of her life, whether that boy or any of those other fairies liked it or not.
Moving the handle bar forward, she accelerated down the streets of Magnolia. She didn't have a clue as to where she was going, but she had a final destination in mind. The wind was hitting her sharply, briskly whipping against the wisps of hair that had fallen from her helmet. Those slim hands that were wrapped around her torso granting her more confidence than she typically had. Right now she was riding high, the streets aware of the daring side of her driving.
Keeping her eyes forward, she careened through traffic. Being careful not to startle her sole passenger, but the girl didn't seem to mind her speed. The stop light ahead had just turned yellow, but she had no intentions of slowing down. "Minerva!" Lucy's fingers gripped her waist, shoving her head into her back. The wind almost drowned her voice out, but Minerva could hear the urgency.
Feeling the adrenaline course through her, she beamed forward and passed through the crimson light. Multiple cars honked at them, halting as they passed through the intersection but she payed them absolutely no mind. Turning the corner she pushed them through the boundaries of Magnolia.
Slowly the colorful streets became more and more dull with each crossing, the town shifting into desolation. She knew this part of Fiore well, Minerva had grown up on these broken roads. It was a town far from where Sabertooth resided, a city in which she grew up.
The small town of Daffodil was worn down and torn up by the cities surrounding it. Everyone had stomped all over it, crushing and wilting it down to the bare thread it was now. In its prime everything was flawless and stunning, but now it was just a complete mess. Once again, Minerva turned, hitting her bar hard as they sped uphill.
She sped onto a dirt lot, facing a crumbled and abandoned warehouse. There was already a various assortment of vehicles in the makeshift parking lot, but they all had come here for her. Coming to a stop the dirt settled around them, the engine's call slowly fading out. Minerva placed her gloved hand over Lucy's and removed her dainty hands. It irked her how much her magic had reacted to Lucy. She figured it would be over in due time, she just had to wait it out.
"I know it may not look like much, but we're here." She could feel Lucy slip off the seat, her boots crunching the ground. With a small maneuver of her foot, she kicked the bike's stand out. The silver piece of metal fitting into the dirt nicely as she set it down.
She leaned on the bike after she pulled her leg over, watching as Lucy pulled the helmet from her head. The afternoon sun shaded her hair the amber but the color of gold was still apparent. "Is there some type of party going on?"
It was apparent that she didn't know what to do with her helmet, already shifting the gear from arm to arm. Minerva smiled as she pulled her own off, her hair falling in waves over her shoulders. She held out her hand, gesturing to the white headgear. "You could say that, but it's much better than some highschool party. That much I can tell you." The moment her fingers touched the pearly surface, the piece disappeared along with her own helmet. "Would you like me to take your bag too?"
Her doe eyes sparked with confusion and Minerva materialized her own helmet again. "I have the ability to manipulate space, remember?" She crooned, a teasing lilt in her voice.
A small blush rose on Lucy's cheeks as she face palmed. "Yeah, I guess seeing your magic in the works was very new to me. I usually have my spirits store my stuff." Minerva raised a brow at this.
Lucy continued on shyly, "Yeah, the spirit of the maiden, Virgo will practically assist me in any way shape or form. As long as I ask her…" She paused and looked at Minerva coyly, "...but between you and me, she's a bit of a masochist too."
The blonde's small remark made Minerva smile. She had heard of Lucy's relationship with her spirits from Yukino, and she wasn't let down in the slightest. It seemed as if she were much more fond of them, than her best friend. Lucy held many more keys than Yukino, which meant she held more power. It didn't necessarily mean she was stronger by any means; this was something Minerva needed to check out for herself.
Which is why she brought Lucy here in the first place -a fight club. The blonde didn't fit the bill for this place, not one bit. She didn't seem like the type for such brawls with her cheerleader-like personality, but most importantly, Lucy was a fairy. Most of the people didn't associate with the likes of Fairy Tail, but Minerva would grant her premier access. It was her club, after all.
"Most maids are," Minerva quipped in return. She looked Lucy over and was surprised by the girl's wardrobe. Never had she seen someone dress so provocatively and handle it well. She would be saddened if she had to take her eyes off the blonde. "Now let's get inside, everyone is waiting for my arrival." Squaring her shoulders and lifting her chin, she led Lucy inside the graffiti covered building.
The walls were falling apart and there was hardly any lighting. Minerva had heard this site was supposed to be a parking structure but had collapsed due to faulty structuring. It was just another on the long list of failures for the city of Daffodil. She was glad it had fallen, because now she had a place to entertain herself in.
She heard Lucy gasp errantly as they stepped into the main chasm. The space was filled with piles of rubbage, the rocks piled haphazardly on top of one another. These stacks circled around what was the middle of the room, light filtering down from above. The soon setting sun offered little light, but the moon shone desperately into the circle. That same silvery light outlining the two opponents in the center. A mop of blonde hair and a darker head she was fond with stood bloodied and bruised, neither ready to back down.
"Welcome to the party, Lucy." Minerva chuckled deeply, ushering the blonde in. At the sound her own voice, many who were meandering on the rocks yelled the mage's name. Hoots and hollers welcomed the two in and she absolutely relished in it.
She was stiff and Minerva placed a hand on her back, closing the space between the two of them. Carefully she pulled a lock of hair behind Lucy's ear, magic bouncing between them. Minerva managed to hold her surprise in, but the blonde shuddered. "Don't worry, Lucy. These guys bite, but they are good acquaintances of mine. If they lay a hand on you, they'll be paying a fair price." Her lips barely moved against the shell of Lucy's ear, the blonde fidgeting in her place. The devil in her was currently in play and she couldn't stop making the fairy quiver, it was too much fun.
She nodded and stepped forward from Minerva, stepping out of the darkness. "This is my guest, Lucy. We are to play nice with her today, if not you are expelled from here. But that's not before you get a taste of my fists."
Most of the population were males and they whopped at her introduction. The two in the ring turned and eyed them cautiously before stepping out. The one with darker hair grinned and stepped forward, "Great timing, this demon was just about to get his ass kicked." Blood covered his fists and portions of his face, brightening the feral look in his crimson eyes.
"The fuck ya mean. One more explosion and it would've been lights out for you, pincushion." Very animatedly the blond shook his fist at Gajeel, his canines bared. Jackal really had a knack for blowing up on people. He did look to be in much worse shape from his combatant, not that it mattered much to her. "Now that the lady is here, I can't give ya the lights out you deserve."
Minerva tutted, placing a hand on her hip. "You guys are always so desperate, it's pathetic. And it's also very impolite that you started without me, for that you two are punished. You cannot participate in the next meeting."
Both growled but didn't dare to challenge her word. The two took their separate ways, allowing the spotlight to be directed upon herself. She grinned as everyone's attention was finally on her, she loved the attention -it was a home away from home. "Now," looking around it didn't seem as if many others had turned up, "I think we should show Lucy how things work around here. Don't you agree?"
Many blank stares were directed toward her and a single hand lifted. It belonged to none other than Cobra, and he stepped from the shadows. "If Blondie is here, she might as well get initiated. Don't ya think? It's one of the rules you implemented from the start, m'lady." He hissed mockingly, a maniac grin curling on his face. Lucy flinched at his words, shying into her side.
Minerva shook her head, "She isn't here to join." She sent a glare his way, warning him to behave.
"She might as well be, why else would she be here? Unless this is your idea of a first date, you lesbian cu-" He sputtered as a hand clapped him on the nape of his neck. Lucy's face turned bright red at his comment and Minerva wanted to point it out so badly, but she would wait another time.
"You're so rude, Erik." Midnight's two-toned hair glistened as he stood next to the dragon slayer. "Minerva isn't going to take your bullshit any longer. Last time you pressed her buttons, she kicked your ass to the curb." The members erupted into laughter and she thought on the memory fondly, it was such a good meeting. She showed his punk ass who truly was boss and she was ready to do it again.
Cobra immediately zipped his lips shut, cursing under his breath. "So what if it's a date? My personal life does not involve you, Erik. Now shut your trap or I'll show you the door." She replied smoothly. Looking around, she eyed the crowd and pointed at two opposing figures -Sting and Flare.
"Get out onto the floor and show us what you're made of." Minerva stalked over to a makeshift throne, gracefully sitting upon it. She beckoned Lucy over, gesturing to her lap. "Come and sit." The blonde blushed, shaking her head.
"If there's rules here, I will oblige. I can fight instead of Sting." Lucy wasn't shy in her words, but there was an underlying uncertainty.
This made Minerva grin, she was just one surprise after the next. "I suppose you can, but it's not going to be that easy. You can relax for now, Sting."
Sabertooth's president groaned as he stepped out of the ring, taking his side next to her. "I wanted to fight today, Minerva. You promised me, " Sting whined. He sat on the arm of her throne, leaning against her.
"Behave yourself and you can go after Lucy." With her toe, Minerva nudged Lucy into the circle. "There is only one rule: you must knock your competitor out with the use of magic. Whether you push them out of the circle or knock them out." She grinned as Lucy shuffled passed the white chalked runes. Minerva didn't give the celestial mage a chance to back out, those same runes glowing as she stepped over them. With the snap of her fingers, a cage sprouted from the ground, confining the two girls inside.
Minerva stared in awe at Lucy, her stomach turning at the thought of her pale skin being marred by the psychotic red head. Flare was a force to be reckoned with.
Lucy did not come here prepared to fight; her clothes were revealing and she didn't even have the time to stretch! Eyeing her opponent, Flare (she believed) was dressed like her -maybe ever worse. A long red sundress covered her body, the top v-neck line showing an obscene amount of cleavage. A large tribal-like mark covered her bosom, but it was distinctly familiar to Lucy.
She knew that most of the people gathered here were juvenile delinquents of sorts. It was obvious because of her classmates Cobra and Midnight, but she didn't have much of an idea who anyone else was. But this was the perfect spot for such shenanigans, and to think Minerva would be the head of it all.
Coming into the rundown place, she knew something was off but she didn't expect a fight club. Out of all the possibilities, it just had to be this. She wondered what Minerva could possibly be thinking by bringing her here. But if this place had rules, it was her duty to follow them. With or without invitation, she would assimilate with this rag tag bunch. Her end goal was to become closer with Minerva and this would surely do the trick -hopefully.
Looking back, she met those alluring hazel eyes. They sparkled with a unfamiliar darkness, beckoning Lucy to step forward. Minerva crossed her leg, leaning back in her rocky chair of royalty. "She can't save you anymore, Blondie."
Flare shuffled across the tattered floor, crooning her head at Lucy. There was only one problem, Lucy wasn't trained in fist fighting. She didn't know if she could do this without her whip but she eyed the redhead anyways. "I don't need her to save me." As much as she tried, her words wavered. Those gathered snickered and Lucy could feel her face heat up, pulling her hand to her side.
All too familiar keys warmed against her fingers, her spirits consoling her through the metal. Before she could pull one off her ring, tendrils of red wrapped around her wrist. In one quick motion, her hand was pulled from her hip; those same locks glowing red. Her wrist flared up, burning in the wraps of hair. Lucy hollered in pain, yanking her wrist from its bindings.
A manic smile encroached on Flare's features, daring Lucy to touch her keys once again. Her body thrashed over from one side to the next, sending more of those red strands toward her. Lucy's heart skipped a beat as she successfully dodged the girl's assault, pulling Virgo from her belt. "Gate of the Maid, I open thee! Virgo!"
With the queue of bells and pink mist, one of her most powerful spirits appeared. A small flick of her wrist indicated one command -distract Flare. Holding out her hand, her fleuve d'étoiles, her most powerful weapon appeared. Flailing it to the side, the tail radiated with blue magical energy. She cracked it at her opponent as accurately as possible, hoping to get her off-guard.
"If we're starting, let me introduce you to Virgo!" Lucy exclaimed as Flare dodged her own attacks. At this point Lucy was waiting for her spirit's own queue.
Multiple threads of hair came at her once again and she barely managed to escape from them. They kept trading attacks, blue and red crossing paths numerous times. Flare's red eyes burned with each failed attack. "Now sit still," hunching forward, her hair molding into a large dog, "Hair Shower: Wolf Fang!"
In an effort to block, she placed her forearms in front of her face. This did little against the force of her attack. Flare's hair barreled into Lucy, making her skid into the white rune border. Immediately she hopped back up onto her feet, her whole body burning from the dog's bite. "Who said that you could leave?" Those feathered fringes of red, wrapped around Lucy's boot and pulled her deeper into the ring.
She couldn't help but scream as her body was dragged across the rough landscape. Lucy pulled at her belt, her fingers skimming over her most reliable spirit. "Le-"
Silken strands wrapped around her mouth, smoldering her lips. Another scream ripped from her throat, Flare's ruthlessness neverending. "I never said you could speak either. Just scream!" Her red hair pulled Lucy up, holding her up by her wrists. The color glowed brightly, the heat tearing through her smooth skin.
In desperation, Lucy bit down on her tongue as to not let another cry of pain break through. A new feeling of warmth spread over her tongue, mixed with the taste of iron. Everyone was screaming and rooting for Flare, not one call for herself. Lucy hung her head in shame, trying to pull her wrists from their entrapment.
The ground under the red head's feet began to rumble and Lucy cheered internally. A great big hole appeared under Flare's feet, gravity doing the rest of the work. She fell into the opening, her hairs releasing their hold on Lucy. "Now Leo!"
Her trusty lion appeared in a burst of gold, winking at Lucy. "Anything for you, princess!" Leo lunged forward, his fists glowing with the power of Regulus. As he jumped down into the hole, she feel to the ground. Her body burned from Flare's magic, the pain making her vision blur.
Pulling herself back up to her feet, she could feel a great pull on her magic. Virgo's gate had closed, Flare cackling from the small opening. Lucy picked her whip back up, stumbling over to the deep pit Virgo had made. Leo and Flare were dodging each others close ranged attacks.
"Lucy Kick!" The blonde dived down, feet first. Her heel connected with the back of Flare's head, sending the girl down to the floor. Her hair spilled around her form like a puddle of blood, those tresses tangled and dirtied from their battle.
She stepped from Flare's body, the effects of adrenaline leaving her body. Lucy felt a wave of exhaustion pass through her, leaning on the dirt wall. Leo nudged her body with his foot and gave her the thumbs up.
She acknowledged him with a small nod and looked up toward the night sky. The stars called to her and she smiled.
"The bitch down yet?" A head of yellow hair peared over the edge of the hole, his snarl revealing two rows of sharpened teeth.
"Back off, Jackal." He was yanked back, Minerva's face appearing instead. A proud smile lifting on her lips as her hazel eyes met her own. "You made me worried for a second. I'm glad to see you could handle yourself, Lucy."
"You shouldn't doubt her." Leo chided, hefting Flare into his arms. "Although I don't approve of this, Lucy is capable of handling herself any day." He huffed, a film of dust covering his glasses.
Minerva eyed the spirit with much thought, those red lips falling into a scowl. "I never said I doubted her talents. She wasn't supposed to participate anyways, lion. I'm not who you think I am." She turned her attention from her spirit to Lucy, holding her gloved hand out to her.
Lucy could feel Minerva's magic pour through her, graciously accepting the tiger's hand. She failed to notice her other spirit's gate closing. The stars had left her, eyes growing wide as her side burned. Looking down she could see crimson red locks spill through her abdomen, all of it covered in her own blood. She released Minerva's hand, falling back into the large ditch.
"I win, Blondie." This was the last thing she heard, Flare completely unhinged as she fell into the space of darkness.
Minerva's reaction was instantaneous, everyone else in uproar. Her tattooed wrist flaring with a cool heat as Lucy fell, hissing in pain as magic burst from her fingers. A swirling black guise flew at Flare, truly taking the psychotic bitch down now. Deep down Minerva knew it was a bad idea to let Lucy fight.
"Sting, get down there and tend to Lucy." Urgency was laced in her command, her throat straining against it's leather confines. Minerva then pointed at Cobra, "You, get Flare out of here. We'll deal with her later. And to the rest of you…" She paused and quickly contemplated the best course of action. An injury such as this had never occurred before.
"Get the hell out of here. If so much as a word about this gets out, I will come for you personally." Minerva seethed and threw her hand out to the side. The group of shifty delinquents didn't question her, meandering on their way out. And there was a certain injured dragon slayer, that stuck out like a sore thumb on the leaving crowd. She needed him for their trip to Lamy's. "Everyone except for Gajeel."
The iron dragon slayer stilled in the crowd, waiting until the rest passed by him. "Why the hell do I hafta stay? I did nothin'."
Minerva eyed him, not amused by his small outburst. "It's simple really. I need you to carry Lucy, we need to get her to Lamy."
It was clear that he disagreed with her idea, it was written all over Gajeel's face. "Isn't there someone else we can take her to? That… girl really has a knack for grinding my gears. And she's super fucking creepy."
She shook her head and pointed to the massive hole. "Just do as I say. Help Sting get her stabilized and I'll meet you at Lamy's place." She began to stalk off toward where Cobra had taken off with Flare. Lamy always fell for Minerva's tricks, Sting and Gajeel would be good eye-candy for the boy thirsty doctor. The girl wouldn't be able to resist her finest.
"Aye, where do you think you're goin'? You can't just leave us with this blonde bimbo."
Lucy's name burned and Minerva grimaced as she turned. "Dealing with Flare is my top priority at the moment. If Lucy dies or gets an infection, or some other debilitating wound because your lazy ass won't help her, then you're next on my list." Gajeel gulped, fear fuming off of him. If she didn't need him, he would be in just as much pain she was about to give Flare. "Got that, Redfox?"
Without another word, he dropped down and all she could see was the top of his head of hair. Minerva grinned at her win but the feeling didn't last for long. Once out of the demolished parking structure, her main focus was on Cobra. Pulling out her lacrima com, she dialed the said dragon slayer.
"We got her in the back of the truck. You failed at knocking her out though." As Minerva walked, his voice echoed through the speaker. "And right now, she's really putting up a fight against Midnight's magic."
Hastily she walked through the makeshift parking lot, searching for the industrial white van. "It wasn't my intention to knock her out. That bitch needed to be put down until I got to her. Now make sure Midnight keeps his hold until I get there." Minerva scoffed and ended the call.
A yellow light was timidly shining on the dirt lot, white doors open wide. Positioning herself right in front of those same doors, her hands were consumed with her own magic. "Release her, Midnight."
Midnight withdrew a relieved sigh and stepped out of the truck, Cobra following in suit. An ear piercing scream shattered what little patience she had left. Minerva was really going to enjoy teaching Flare a small lesson. The red head curled into the back of the van, attempting to hide from Minerva. How silly.
Manipulating the space around Flare, Minerva restrained all of her limbs. A purplish grow radiating off her body as she held the hair mage. "Did you really think you could get away with it? Lucy is mine, not yours." She seethed, her emotions strangling her thoughts.
Flare cackled, insanity covering her features. "That tramp couldn't win. Her porcelain skin just had to break. At least the red will compliment her outfit."
Midnight and Cobra stood with their arms crossed, not once flinching as she began to torture Flare. Her stomach was reeling with anger, pushing it all into her magic. They made absolutely no move to stop her, only stood as watch for the law. Minerva was merciless as her magic dripped from her, making sure Flare felt the burn with every attack.
It felt like ages had passed when she was done with Flare but it had only been five minutes. Five minutes of piercing shrieks and cries of pain. And she did all of it with a smirk on her face, it was a joy to utilize her powers for revenge. If this had happened to anyone else, she knew that it would have been handled differently. But no one was allowed to lay a hand of ill intent on Lucy except for her.
Flare's injuries didn't compare to the blonde's but she left the woman sitting in the back of the truck. Grabbing ahold of the two steel doors, she slammed them shut. "I think red look best suited on her right now. Take her to the doors of Raven Tail and drop her off. If she makes contact with anyone here, let me know Cobra. As far as I'm concerned, she is a traitor."
Cobra grumbled and shoved his hands deep into his pockets. "Whatever you say, Minerva. Make sure not to dwell on your thoughts too much, they're dangerous." He stalked off to the driver's door and Midnight hopped into the passenger seat.
Shit, Minerva thought. Cobra had just heard every single thing. "Damn right I did." Cobra yelled as he pulled off.
She hoped he wouldn't use this information as leverage. Cobra wasn't the type to meddle in others business, but if he tried to pull anything, he knew she would be on it in a minute.
Walking back to her motorcycle, not one vehicle inhabited the lot. She was impressed by the clear time of everyone, it left her impressed. Her little band of misfits really knew when to listen. Speeding down the dark hill, she took many side roads to Lamy's shifty clinic. It was after curfew and she couldn't risk being caught. It would be harder to get things done if she had a run in with the cops.
Minerva cam skidding to a halt in a dark alleyway, knocking on rust-encrusted door. The door squeaked open, a small girl stepping through. "Why can't I ever be left alone with such lovely boys?"
She could feel her eyes roll into the back of her head, Lamy was the same as ever. "Shut up, will you? Did you manage to get her stable?"
Lamy began her unusual hyperventilating as she led the way through her so-called clinic. The lights were flickering and there was absolutely no sense of organization. The place looked like a rat's nest, hospital beds strewn about, medical supplies placed were placed in mindless spots, and nothing looked sterile. But it was Minerva's only option for now.
"I wouldn't have come to the door if she wasn't. But you two girls need to leave." She pulled back a worn and stained curtain, revealing Lucy.
She was lain on a dusty bed, only two bags attached to her. Her wrists and ankles were wrapped, along with her torso. Blood seeped through the bandages wrapped around her midsection, and Minerva frowned.
"I'm gay for christ's sake. My presence, and Lucy's do not hinder you from 'your boys'. Now what's the final verdict?" A small sigh of frustration came from her as she sat at Lucy's bed side.
Lamy wheezed and picked up a small clipboard. "She received second and third degree burns on her wrists and ankles. But what we need to worry about it the gaping hole in her stomach." She tapped the board apprehensively, observing Lucy's monitor. "Those burns will be easy to heal, but her abdomen will be harder to fix. I can't do that over night."
"You mean you can't be bothered with it." Minerva snapped, tired with the demon already.
Lamy frowned and spoke quickly, "She's not really my problem, is she? I don't see why I have to fix someone who's already so… pretty."
Minerva huffed and stood, grabbing the clipboard from the small girl. "If you're not going to do it, I will. Sting and Gajeel will have no part in it either." She had Lamy on a string, the girl's eyes widening with deprivation.
"No, no. I'll start the preparations now. As long as those boys help me, everything will be done. And this busty blonde will be patched up as good a new. Not one blemish or scar, I swear." Lamy's words were rushed, she never wanted to lose the attention of a male.
Pushing the board back into Lamy's hands, she nodded. "That's what I thought. Now hurry up, I need to have her back before dawn."
"Sting! Gajeel! Hurry up and get this bimbo to cylinder one!" Lamy ran from the room, leaving Minerva alone with Lucy.
Once again, she settled at her bedside. Minerva eyed her surroundings before taking Lucy's hand in her own, sighing in relief as that small twinge of magic jumped between them. She opened her mouth to say something, but snapped it closed. Lucy was unconscious and no one else was there to listen to her.
Her golden hair laid flat against the white pillow, not one person bothering to pull the covers up over her. Leaning down, Minerva fixed it; laying the strachy sheets over her frame. She even went as far to tuck her in, a small smile dotting her lips. Timidly she pet the hairs on Lucy's forehead, tucking a long strand of hair behind her ear.
"You did so well today, Lucy. You fought with spirit and wit, trumping Flare's laughable tactics." Picking up the unconscious girl's hand, she peppered it with a small kiss.
"Yeah, we'll get her. Calm the fuck down, bunny girl." Gajeel obnoxiously clambered into the room, trying to shoo Lamy off. Minerva quickly dropped Lucy's hand and stood, looking right at the pierced male.
Lamy paraded around him, practically worshipping his every move. "But just let me," she wheezed, Lamy's breath hitching, "observe those muscles as you work. It will give me some research material."
Gajeel's patience was completely absent as he pushed the small girl out of the way. "Observe this then."
"Be nice, Gajeel. To Lamy and Lucy, I don't want to fix anyone else up today." Smoothing her hands onto her suit, she stood up. Gajeel scoffed and pulled the bed Lucy was in, pushing her out the door.
"Yeah, yeah. No way am I gonna fuck with you, but you should get this demon off my ass." At his words, Lamy began to maniacally giggle. Minerva felt some guilt, but this situation was also too funny at the same time.
"I'm going to take a walk instead." Minerva gave Gajeel a pitiful pat on the back as she left the room. "I'll be back before the night is over."
She took one last look at Lucy, her wrist pulsating with and unknown flame of desire. She ignored it and exited into the back alley of Lamy's shit-hole of a clinic.
Her motorcycle was nowhere in sight, the night enshrouding it. Yet she could hear the engine of her bike purr. "Nice bike."
"Nice to see you've finally found us, Gary. Oops, I mean Gray." Minerva grinned, feigning a small apologetic smile. The lights of her bike flickered on, covering Minerva in a blinding white film.
This weekend didn't look to be getting any better at this point.
Phew... This chapter has been longer than the previous ones. I really loved writing all the action, I think I'm starting to get a knack for writing those type of scenes. But due to the type of action... I may change the rating. And no, I am not planning on writing any smut for this particular fiction, I like the current dynamic between Lucy and Minerva (x
I hope the pov switches weren't too overbearing! Lemme know what you think!
~ Newg