I'm sexy and I know it NO I MEAN Here I am! Back to fanfiction!
Sorry for the late update. My life has been messed up with all the finals starting. But now, it's finally SUMMER BREAK~! *echoes*
Okay, let's get back to the story. So Emi has declared something reaaalllyyy shocking in the previous chapter and in this chapter we will dive further into her past life. Let's get readin'!
Disclaimer: I'm sexy and I know-SHIT I MEAN Fairy Tail is owned by Hiro Mashima-sensei.
"I'm a former slave."
"What?" Reflexively, Lyon stands up. "Don't fuck around with me. I hate the word 'slave' and anything that has to do with it!"
Emi gives him a blank look, like she was already used to that kind of response. "I know what you're thinking, but seriously, I'm not kidding."
"What's the proof then?"
Emi strips her jacket, which makes Lyon blushes. "Pervert, spoiler alert. This won't be pleasant."
Lyon starts to examine her exposed skin (Oh and by the way, she still has her inner shirt which is short-sleeved so don't worry Lyon's fangirls) and is astonished to hell when he saw scars and bruises decorating her ankles, calves and arms. Although he's used to seeing those since he's a fighter, those scars meant something different. Something…..abusive.
He rubs his eyes to make sure they didn't play tricks on him, but the scene stayed the same. He begin to think that Emi wasn't kidding around at all.
"Done ogling, silver popsicle? I'm getting cold here~" says Emi, joking around while trying to reduce the tense in the atmosphere.
Without even getting a reply from Lyon, Emi quickly grabs her green spring jacket and wears them in a flash. Only after that, Lyon realizes that he was spacing out too long because of the shock.
"Enough proof now?" she smirks.
Lyon gulps. Now he's curious about her history. "Sit down here, Emi."
"What now? Why don't we get something to eat while chatting? I'm starving~" she pouts with her cracked lips.
"If you agree to tell me about your past then let's go." Lyon tries to make a trade. "I'll cook."
"Lemme hel-"
"NO."
"Aww…..What? It's not like we're having troubles when I cooked last time," Emi complains.
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"Are you sure?" Lyon stares Emi into realization. Seconds later, she sweatdrops.
"No it's okay, I take that back."
"Dinner's ready!"
"Thank you ma 'lovely hubby'!" she nonchalantly thanked Lyon.
"You're welcome ma 'lovely wife'! Now cut the crap out and let's start digging!"
10 minutes later….
While wiping her mouth with a napkin, Emi felt like she was missing something. No, apparently, they are missing something throughout the whole dinner thing. Lyon seems like he's still enjoying his dessert obliviously.
"Hey ice boy."
"Yeph?(Yes?)" He turns to Emi with a spoonful of caramel pudding.
"I think we need to do something during the dinner…."
While munching the sweet caramel pudding, Lyon remembers back the thing they are talking about when they got back from the grocery store.
"OH CRAP YOUR PAST! Nevermind, let's just start it anyway. I know my cooking is too delicious that we forgot the whole world for just a few seconds," and he smirks at the last statement.
Emi let out a long sigh. "I don't know where to start. All that I know is my life is born as a slave to this mansion. I am an illegal child, born behind bars of the big white house. Both of my parents served this one arrogant bastard named Thomas Blake. He was the right hand man for military something at this secret organization, in which I don't know until now. That's all I know about him, my master. Even now I felt like slashing my tongue because I still call him….that. But one thing for certain, he ain't soft-hearted man. Once he knew that I was born, he immediately banished my parents but forced me to stay. I was seven that time. I thought my parents are going to come back but until now….," she looks down, feeling gloomy.
Lyon is astonished. There's still people being made as a slave these days? Who would've believed that? Unless they see Emi themselves, maybe their doubt will reduce, but not entirely vanished. Emi's scars are far from a battle's after-effects. It more to a scar being made to look as if she's owned.
"Wait a minute, Emi. Can I see your scar once again?" insists Lyon.
"For what?" she blushes thinking about he wants her to show her body again.
"I felt like I've seen that scar somewhere…."
Slowly, with embarrassment, she strips her jacket again showing the scars to Lyon. After he had confirmed what he was looking for, he looks at Emi intensely.
"Emi, I've seen this kind of patterns before. It's on one of the thug's that I fought the other day."
"Which one?"
"The mission that I went with my group. Do you remember? You cook dinner for the two of us that day."
She snaps her finger. "Oh yeah I remember now! What about it?"
"I think that criminal has the same nightmare as you do. Let's go to see him tomorrow and ask about this Tom-cat."
"It's Thomas, Lyon 'darling'~"
"Right, Thomas Blake. Maybe I could ask Hibiki if he could look up his information later on." Suddenly his eyes meet with the clock. "Oh it's 1 am already? We chat too long!"
"Really?" Emi turns to look at the clock at the wall. "OH NO MY JOB STARTS TOMORROW! OKAY LYON GOOD NIGHT~" Her voice fades away as she sprints upstairs and cleans herself before going to sleep.
He blinks, astounded by how fast she did all that in one minute.
"Hey, you're gonna get cavity if you didn't brush your teeth properly," he shouts from the kitchen.
"SHUT UP OLD MAN!"
"Excuse me! There's a mail for you~!"
The front door opens, revealing a grinning Emi in an orange uniform, holding a letter in her hand.
"Good day, sir! A mail for you!" says Emi with a very nonchalant tone. "Thank you very much, young lady," replies the man in the house with a smile. After Emi walks away a few steps from the house, she checks the next letter.
312, Allen Street. She memorizes the location and her mind tries to figure out where the house is in an imaginary map. About 2 hundred meters away from here….Got it!
For the next few seconds, she jumps up and down before skipping for five meters. After that, she starts running for the next twenty meters and accelerates her pace on every meter she covered. Around a hundred meters from the start point, she is already sprinting at 240 miles per hour.
She have to use hidden forests trails and deserted roads so that no one will stand in her way. If not, a horrendous crash will occur. And at the speed of 240 mi/h, it won't end with just bruises and light scratch. Therefore, she tries to use roads that are not crowded with people. Twenty minutes later, she arrived at the wanted residence. She slows down and ends up skipping for five minutes in front of the house.
"Excuse me! There's a mail for you~!"
"Here's your tip for today." The manager holds out a bunch of cash and gives it to Emi. "Good job for today. You've been a great help."
"Thanks!" Emi receives the hard-earned money with a overly happy face. Since she takes on a lot of work that requires a great deal of distance from the post office, she received more than other regular postmen. On the way back, she constantly sniff the money, as if she could smell the money came crashing on her. Today, her first pay made her day.
"LYON!"
At the banging voice of Emi, Lyon that is trying to flip a fried egg accidentally threw away the pan to the ceiling. And to make it better, the pan stuck there. Lyon sighs.
"What is it, my sweetheart EMI~?!" At the end of the sentence, he goes outrageous. Emi runs into the kitchen after hearing the voice coming from there.
"Lyon~!" She hastily hugs Lyon, leaving him blushing hard.
"Wha-What is the meaning of this?"
"What is the meaning of what?" Emi looks up to Lyon, and realizes that his face has turned crimson red.
"Why are you hugging me?"
"Oh…." She glances again at the position they are in. "Can't I hug you?"
"Yeah, you can…." Lyon's eyes looks away, trying hard not to look at Emi's cute smiling face but he felt so hard not to blush. It's because he can sense her boobs pressed on his abs. "….But maybe not this close…."
Emi goes blank. "No, I'm not letting you go~!" She hugs him even tighter. "Because today I felt so happy~!"
"Nevermind, just tell me what made you so happy today."
Finally she let Lyon go. He breaths out a loonngg sigh, relieved that he didn't have to use force to push her away or….better not to mention the other consequence. Emi shows to Lyon the tip she got at her job today. "Look!" she grins happily.
Lyon turns to the money. Well, that's a lot of money for a person who just started to work. "Just what kind of job you've been doing?" He starts to become suspicious of Emi.
"What do you mean? I went through a lot for this!" she pouts.
"Didn't you said you're doing postal service? The money you got…..It's like two times the pay for a B-class job."
"So? You're jealous?"
"I didn't say I was jealous!"
"So why did you ask where I get the money from?" She walks away from the kitchen with a sour face and goes to her room. "I thought I want to give a treat to you, but since you're suspicious of me then…" She acts out to close the door of her room.
Lyon's head quickly spins to Emi's room and tries to chase after her. "Emi, oh Emi, come on! I was just kidding!" He knocks on Emi's door. "Emi~ please~ I'm hungry."
She halts herself from closing the door and saw Lyon's puppy eyes. "Please…." he begs to Emi. His shirt is already gone,she thought to herself. She stares hard at him for a minute and gives up at the end. "Okay~"
"Yay! I'll be ready in a few minutes!" He walks into his room next to Emi's.
"It's okay, those clothes are fine the way they are-" and then she saw his full set of outfit in front of her room. "…No, you need a few minutes…."
Man, he sure can strip in a jiffy.
I'm sorry for the extremely short chapter._. I'll try harder to make it longer in the next update. And I ask this from you, please punch me! QAQ I've been so lazy that I made you guys wait for so long! It's not hard, just type "punches twinSlayer" in the review box. I hope that can make me realize what I've done! QAQ
And that's it for this chapter. Hope to see you REALLY soon. Jaa nee~ ;-;)/