Shall it be Lima or Stockholm?

Intro; AU. He was a rival, an enemy, but still… why did she love him? Gajeel, the Hitman for Phantom Lord, the seedy bastard wheedled his way into the very heart he had shattered. Levy, the informant for Fairy Tail, captured and held for ransom. As the two war, who shall be killed, and who shall be saved?

Info: Contains mature themes, gang violence, and torture.


Burn It All

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He gripped the sides of his head, the unruly black hair sneaking around his knuckles and winding its way around them. He shook his head, this shouldn't be happening.

'That fucking bitch! When you're pummeled and the shit is beaten out of you, you don't act like that.' He looked back, not a single tear had been shed in that whole ordeal. He shook his head to dispel any thoughts about the foolish girl. 'She'll get herself killed with that kind of attitude.' He shrugged and continued to walk the path back to his quarters.

He was looking foreword to sleeping in the darkness, the air had a slight chill to it now… Summer was fading into fall slowly but surely.

The smell of hard liquor curled around his nose and made him retch silently as the stumbling footsteps drew nearer. Gajeel steeled himself as the scent was finally pulled from the alcohol; Jose. He could get quite mean when he drank a bit more than what was good for himself.

The disheveled hair, fuzzy eyes, and a flushed face gave him away. Gajeel didn't even need to check for the stench of sex around him to make sure his guess was correct.

"H-hlluuu." Jose waved and let a smile split his face. That smile changed from a phantom of kindness to that of carnal pleasure in pain. "Did da bitch speak yet?" He threw back the rest of the can in his hands, he was degraded himself low enough to drink from tainted aluminum.

Gajeel just gnashed his teeth and took it, this was his boss… what the fuck could he do?

Jose whipped around in a tight circle before facing him.

"How's if feel to be your dearest Daddy?"

Gajeel turned on a dime and let the anger roll of him in waves. His teeth ground together and his lip began to bleed with the force he bit. He rubbed his jaw and let the anger translate into the heavy steps. He came across a nameless grunt. Bad idea. There would be no funeral, for there was no body. No words could describe this layer of cold fury that settled into his gut, no words came to his mind; just an empty expanse of black, velvety, anger that ripped up and down his spine.

He turned into his hallway.

Lily had long gone hid under the couch, the approaching feeling of danger was enough of a warning for him to run and get as far away as he could from the dear friend of his who could possibly kill him.

The door was kicked down and splinters flew in in complete disorder. He let out a wordless howl of anger that continued even after he had cut the airflow to his voice box.

His fist connected with the side table, it snapped easily under the brute force exerted on it. His eyes wide and wild with the fury that remained. His sharpened teeth began to damage his lips as he ripped and tore at them unintentionally

His eyes were shadowed as he threw back his head; the anger was fading slowly but surely.

Only to return in a wave twice as strong. He hunched over, his hands gripping the sides of his head as his magic began to run rampart. His mouth wide, gaping, but soundless still. The green that usually graced the destruction was tainted with a strong streak of red that greatly resembled the blood he knew too well.

The couch was demolished in the mere blink of an eye; Lily flew like a black bullet under Gajeel's bed, the only safe place in the house now.

The wave of angry began to ebb away, his fury replaced by shame and a deep sadness. He fell to his knees and gripped his head tightly; the black crows nest tangled around and threw his fingers. His mouth caught in the fine line between of grief and stone cold furry.

The magic finally died away, his footsteps lighter and less aggressive than before, he made his way to the bathroom. He shed his clothes as he made his way to the closed door. He gently opened it but didn't turn the light on.

He let the water run long enough for a blistering hot shower. He climbed in and felt the tension and the last remaining tendrils of anger slip from his shoulders and join the water as it ran down the drain. Long breaths refused to rise too high in the steamed air that surrounded him. He leaned against the wall, the cold ceramic giving him slight goose bumps.

He shook his head and switched the water off, steam rose from his skin as he toweled off. He wrapped it around his waist and padded nearly silently to his shared bedroom.

He kept the lights off, the dimness gave him small comforts in the fact he couldn't be seem in the gloom.

Lily climbed out from under the bed as he slipped into a pair of black sweats. The towel was run through his dripping hair once again. Before he lay down over the covers.

Bright green eyes watched him from a safe distance. "What was that about?" His voice barely above a whisper, Gajeel flinched and rolled onto his side and patted the pillow next to him. A soft purr greeted him as a dip formed in the bed next to his head, Lily filled in that small area of the pillow nicely.

"The past and things that should be fucking forgotten." Gajeel grumbled and buried his face into the slightly lumpy pillow; he preferred it that way anyway.

He let the weight of the day fall from his shoulders; he let a look of bliss cross his face as the velvety darkness of sleep beckoned.

His crimson eyes flashed from the clearness of righteous anger to the bleariness of exhaustion-induced sleep. Lily purred lightly, pushing him over the velvety edge.

The enormous window didn't match the size of the room. A small crib was up against the right-hand side and the small doorway was on the left. A breeze lifted the white lace curtains gently as they swayed in the currant. That same current cradled the many metal chimes of the mobile.

A small child lay among the many blankets that surrounded him. He was swaddled in the best, no room for impurities around this child of misfortune.

He cracked his eyes; the bright light penetrated the gloom that engulfed the air. His burry eyes watched the mobile with an innate fascination. He gurgled quietly and reached for the things he could never reach; it mocked him and his inability to sit up. He cried out in frustration.

The small babe tried to roll over, his limbs refused to comply with the silent order. He fussed and threw his frogged legs with as much force as he could muster. This only helped in removing a few of the precious blankets from their constraining grip on him.

A pain grew within his lower abdomen, and it inflated to a painful revulsion in him.

The cry began low in his chest and grew to the shrill wail of a hungry child. His clubbed hands thrashed out and punished the stuffed animals that dared to fall towards him. His fussing sneaked out the crack of the door, as it stood ajar ever so slightly. A stream of light quickly filled the darkness that betrayed the gloomy hallway.

A hand wrapped around the edge of the door and the smiling face of a woman broke through. Her voice soothed the child instantly. "Oh what a beautiful morning, oh what a beautiful day, oh what a beautiful morning, everything's going my way!~" She sang out loud and clear, the fussing dimmed to a gentle coo as he reached up for his loving nanny. "Did you sleep well my dear?" She reached into the crib and brushed the blankets and animals of assorted types. "You're so called mother sucks at this, doesn't she?" She quietly whispered to the child in her care.

She pulled him up gently, supported his head all the while. She changed the filthy diaper and slipped the young boy into a simple grey onesie. She muttered something along the line of, "Don't need no fancy outfits when you don't even show the poor boy the world." She shook her head and gently cradled him to her chest and hip.

Cautiously she made her way to the kitchen with him in tow. She set the poor baby into the seat designated for him and began to stir the water in the pot, she took out a box of noodles and added about a fourth of it to the boiling water. She twirled on those tiny feet and slipped the door of the fridge open, pulled out the milk and spun once again and shut it gingerly with her left foot. She danced to the counter and filled a small plastic sippy cup. She nimbly twirled to him and set it gently between his limp hands.

"Today you turn three, will you speak?" She said it more to herself than anything. "You're a beautiful baby and I will always love you no matter what you do." She leaned in and gave him a quick kiss. He gurgled happily and reached a fist up to her face.

She leaned in; his fist cupped her face as he replicated the movements she had done so often to him. He pulled her foreword and smiled a tooth-filled smile that broke her heart. Small tears welled up in her eyes; his mother didn't deserve such a child that was as wonderful as this.

He puckered his limp lips like she had; he pressed them against her forehead. Her tears came faster. "If only you were perfect in every other way, you're such a beautiful child." His hands fell limply to his sides. He gave her a quick grin before sticking that tiny pink tongue out.

Another woman entered, her hair in a wild mess as she gripped the glass in her hand

"Good morning, ma'am." Nanny lowered her head in respect, but those eyes… those eyes betrayed her true intention.

"Fill up meh glass!" She shoved the wide mouth object towards Nanny, Nanny did as she was told and returned it. "Did dah boy speak yet?" She slurred and eyed up her son with disdain in reflected in those eyes.

The boy stuck his tongue out and reached for the bowl of food that would be place din front of him. He tried to grip his spoon, but it fell with a sharp clatter to the hardwood floor below.

"Still as useless as ever." She quipped and entered the other room quickly.

"Bmph." He gurgled gutturally and curled his face into a look of determination.

She cocked her head and pretended to ignore him.

"B-aph." He shook his head as his face turned purple with his anger. "BADUH!" He swallowed and tried once more. "Bad." His tiny finger pointed to the exit his not real mother had just exited.

She gulped and shook her head. "Don't say bad. Bad is not a nice word. It's a hurtful word." She put a hand on his head and smiled kindly. Her tears had long since dried up. "Say this. L-O-V-E." She pronounced the word slowly and carefully, making sure he was paying attention to her as she spoke. "L-O-V-E, is a good word. It's a nice word. I love you. See." She kissed his cheek and went back to cleaning and making luncheon for the ma'am and her ladies. She left him to ponder the word she had given him.

He moved his tongue, mimicking her own movements. He shook his head and tried to futilely grip his milk cup.

The morning went on as usual, but darkness seemed to grow from the other room just outside the doorway. It seeped and curled its black tentacles that latched onto the outer rim of the door.

He shrieked as the sound of a beating reached his ears, his mothers wails of apology making the scene all the more darker. The door flew open, the mundane and normal shattered as that tall man's fist beat Nanny down even as she tried to cover herself. She held the babe close to her chest and curled around him, protecting him from the relentless fists.

He heard a snap and the room grew quiet.

He leaped out of bed, his fist half way transformed into a pummeling ram. Sweat ran down his back as it's cold fingers bloomed with gooseflesh along his skin. His breathing caused his chest to shutter and heave. He ran a hand through the nest of damp hair, the black tresses refused to let his fingers pass through them easily. His wide eyes slowly began to return to their normal slits of red.

He glanced at the clock and let his body fall back to the bed.

'I've been asleep for a few hours and still…' He shook his head and rolled to face Lily. Those bright green eyes pierced the gloom as they calmly stared him down.

"What'da lookin' at?" Sleep made his sleep slur, mix that with a pinch on panic and you got an almost stuttering Gajeel.

"Some idiot who can't sleep after he hit a girl." Lily stood up and stretched. "To set your mind at ease I suggest a good work out." The cat smirked and leap of the bed gingerly, leaving the pillow to cool and return to its normal shape.

He smashed his fist into the pillow and rubbed his eyes roughly. He rolled out of bed and let his instincts kick in so he wouldn't hit the floor. His feet kicked up under him and he stood next to the bed. He pulled the sheets up in remembrance to one of the only people who had ever loved him. The dark green over cover was smoothed, and the onyx and silver pillows were placed, only then did he slip out of his sweat pants and pull on a pair of plain black boxers and a new set of sweats that were a washed out grey, a black wife beater top finished the look as he padded silently to his living room.

Lily waited patiently by his bowl as Gajeel grunted and filled it with the tiny kibbles the damned cat loved so much.

"I'm gonna listen to you for once. Bastard." Gajeel huffed under his breath and turned to the door. He quietly exited and continued down the dark hallways that mimicked his dream all too well.

As he walked, he examined his hands, the blood from yesterday was washed clean but the blood of the past is much harder to scrub from calloused and worn skin.

'Better check on the bitch.' He turned down the other hallway and rapped his fist harder than he meant to on the door. It quietly opened to show a very small woman, her bright red hair and eyes gave her a blood thirsty look but the look held within those eyes was gentle and caring; the perfect person to look over the girl.

He didn't even need to speak his mind before she opened the door to him. The wall of monitors greeted him. He leaned in to get a good look at the bitch he had floored just a few hours ago.

He was shocked at the visible deterioration. She lay shivering in the stained sheet. Her skin covered in black and blue welts that hadn't been there before. Her hands covered that angelic face as grimaces of pain flashed and made her cry out in a strangled sigh. The sheet was colored in her drying blood and pus. She moaned in pain, a few words of unknown origin but one stood out above the rest.

"Daddy." She shuttered once again. "Don't hurt me no more." Her words were like those of a childe, a badly beaten child. His blood froze, she was just like him.

She shivered and quaked in her unsightly skin, when she lowered her hands the gruesome swollen eye and slip lip caused him to blanch at the damage he had caused… just like his father. He wasn't above beating a woman, but this was different… he had killed plenty of men and woman and a few children as well. She was different.

Wait… he wasn't affect by this, this wasn't his problem. If she had spoken, none of this would have happened to her! He reassured himself with that.

"Send her food, I need her shaken but not dead."

"Yes, sir." The woman bowed and left him alone in the room to observe the very damage he had caused.

The door within her room opened slowly, an unknown man entered. He growled deeply within his throat, but left her to her own fate.

He hoped grunts would be there, he really wished to feel flesh and blood between his fingers.


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