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Chapter 7: Subtlety of a flying brick

Lucy's POV

When I awoke, all I could see was a pair of blue shades over hazel coloured eyes.

Loke hadn't left me, he had kept his promise.

I smiled up at the orange haired man before blushing furiously as I realised he was holding my hand.

The redness in my cheeks only darkened when I looked around and saw my father and younger sister staring at me. Michelle with concern, and my father with anger.

"Father..." I whispered, pulling my hand away from Loke's and pushing myself upwards to sit against the headboard of the bed.

"You weren't eating again Lucy." He said sternly, "You know how I feel about your stupid attempts at seeking attention."

"I wasn't looking for attention, I just wasn't hungry." I bowed my head, staring down at my twiddling thumbs.

"Like I'm going to believe that excuse again. You're such a selfish child! I was taking Michelle out for lunch during my break and I had to drag her out here because of you." It was starting again, he was getting angry.

"Papa, it's ok. I didn't mind, I'm just glad Lucy nee-chan is ok." Michelle glanced at me, gave me a quick smile before her expression became fearful as our father stared her down.

"No, it's not ok Michelle. She keeps causing trouble for our family and it's not fair on any of us," He turned back to me, "Your mother is extremely ill and you're pulling stunts like this again. Maybe I should just ship you off to some school abroad and we won't have to deal with you anymore!"

His voice was starting to increase in volume and I could feel the threat of tears stinging my eyes. I didn't want to cry, not now, not in front of Loke.

Oh god, Loke.

His playboy smirk had been swapped for a look of utter disbelief. His jaw had dropped open and his eyes were wide as he tried to comprehend the scene playing out before him.

But father had no concern for the orange haired man, he was focused solely on making me feel completely worthless.

"You're making this family suffer Lucy. You're wasting our time and making your mother worry herself half to death. Stop being such an attention seeking bitch and start taking responsibility! You have to learn that nobody cares about your 'problems', nobody cares!" My father shouted so loudly that the whole campus could probably hear him.

The tears spilled over and heavy sobs wracked my body. I pulled my knees up to my chest, forming a large ball. God! Why did he have to do this?! I already knew how disgusting and fat and ugly I was. I didn't need him to make me feel even more useless!

"Go ahead, cry! You're still looking for attention! Cry all you want brat, but nobody feels sorry for you. You won't get any sympathy from me!" He yelled harshly.

"Papa...stop!" Michelle was on the ground, sobbing now as well.

"God damn it Michelle, shut up! You're turning into a whiny cry-baby just like your sister!" Father had now turned on his other daughter which only made the both of us cry harder.

I buried my head in my hands, wanting to hide the tears from my long-time crush. I didn't want Loke to have to see me like this.

Smack!

The sharp sound of flesh meeting flesh caused my head to snap upwards.

The scene before seemed surreal.

There was Loke, his eyebrows narrowed, his mouth curled into a frown and fury blazing in his eyes. His hand was raised and he looked incredibly pissed.

My father's mouth had flopped open unattractively and his cheek was turning red from where Loke had slapped him across the face.

"With all due respect sir, that is no way to treat a pair of young ladies!" The orange haired man snarled angrily.

For a few brief moments I was the happiest person in the world. Loke had stood up to my father!

But then everything came crashing down into a world of chaos.

My father pulled back his fist and swung at my fellow classmate, hitting him right in the face and knocking him backwards onto the ground.

"No!" I shouted as Loke fell to the ground.

"Papa, don't!" Michelle screamed as our father moved towards the man on the ground to hit him again.

Michelle grabbed onto his arm and tried to hold him back. I sprung out of bed, despite my weakened state and attempted to do the same. However, it was of no use.

The older man broke free and began to punch Loke repeatedly in the face, causing his lip and nose to start bleeding and dark patches to appear on his face.
Michelle and I tried desperately to pull him off but he just kept going.

It was only when Loke was an unconscious mess did he stop.

Our father rose gracefully and dusted off his hands, "We're going home." he commanded.

Sharing a terrified glance, Michelle and I had no choice but to go with him.

Quickly, we followed the horrific man out of the infirmary and to the parking lot where he had parked his expensive looking car.

Why I was being dragged along with them – even though I didn't live with them anymore – was beyond me.

But little did we know, he wasn't quite done with us yet.

When we got to his house, he took out his remaining anger on us; painting us black and blue with his fists and leaving us lying on the floor, gasping for breath.

"L-Lucy...nee-chan..." Michelle panted, dragging herself across the dark coloured carpet towards me.

"Michelle..." I whispered her name, my voice breathy and low.

We struggled to crawl towards each other for the pain of moving was almost unbearable. But eventually we made it.

I wrapped my arms around my younger sister protectively, letting her sob into my shoulder whilst I let my silent tears fall drop by drop into her soft, hay coloured hair.

I was such a failure as an older sister. It's my job to protect her but every time father gets angry I can't do anything except get beaten alongside her. I'm forced to watch her suffering.

And that's only when he drags me 'home'.

Father only ever takes me to his home to beat me. But I wonder what Michelle has to go through when I'm not there.

I get to live in my apartment with Levy, Juvia and Erza, whereas Michelle has to live with this monster. She'd no doubt continuously get abused, even when I'm not there.

I'm thankful that I moved out straight away when I finished high school, yet I feel as if Michelle might be secretly resenting me for leaving her behind.

She's only a few years younger than me. She's a senior in high school, so she'll be graduating at the end of this year and then she'll be free.

Maybe she'll move out, get her own place with a couple of her friends and find a way to move on. But I don't think she'll let herself.

She feels obligated to stay at home and look after our sick mother. Father does nothing to care for her, so if neither Michelle or I were there to look after her...

I don't even want to think of what could happen to her.

Mother...

The only reason Michelle and I can't report our father's abuse is because if we did, mother would suffer. She loves him dearly and has no idea that he beats us.

If we were to tell her, I'm sure that her heart would break.

"Nee-chan..." Michelle wipes her tears from her sapphire orbs and looks up at me nervously.

"Yes?" I ask, smoothing back her dark gold locks and attempting to smile, even though it pained me to do so.

"Would it be ok if I stayed with you for a couple days?"

Jellal's POV

It had been a fairly boring lesson so far.

Natsu and the rest of the gang (minus Erza) had been their usual rowdy selves, but they eventually calmed down enough to actually stop talking and start reading.

The rest of the period was pretty quiet. There was the occasionally whisper or remark about how old the book was or what their plans were for after school, but other than that, there wasn't really any noise.

I decided to pick up my own book – a different one to which the students were reading – and make myself comfortable.

Well actually, the book didn't even belong to me; it was one of Ultear's. S he'd leant it to me after I came across it sitting on my dining table a couple days ago.

It was titled 'Angel's Hell'.

It was actually a pretty good book so far.

It was about two girls, recently turned sixteen. And to celebrate, their entire family throws a 'Coming of age ceremony', where they're officially accepted into their family's secret society.

This society is made up of soul collectors who take on one of two forms; an Angel or a Reaper. The main character, Rika Shiori, becomes an Angel, whilst her step sister, Mei Sakahara becomes a Reaper.

But there was a legend that whenever two girls of age sixteen have their coming of age ceremony on the same night, an ancient family curse will arise once again.

It's then that new characters come into play.

Before the coming of age ceremony, Rika discovered a teenage boy called Matoko who has been living in her house for quite a while. Her mother, Reira, was letting him stay there since he had nowhere else to go and was the son of her close friend.

As it turns out, this boy is what they call a hybrid (A cross between an Angel and a Reaper).

Later that night when Rika and Mei return home, he and a demon named Miko are waiting for them along with a woman you calls herself Ren, who just so happens to be the head of their group of family's.

The book seemed kind of stupid at the start, but surprisingly, I was finding myself getting into it.

I leaned over my desk to grab a small charcoal coloured case before opening it and removing my reading glasses. I slipped them on, rested the book in my lap and begun to read.

'Rika...'Matoko whispered sensually, pressing my body against the wall and pinning my wrists above my head, 'If you keep strutting around in such an arousing outfit, I'll have no choice but to claim you as mine.'

The blonde girl shivered lightly, attempting to contain her heavy breathing. His leg was pressing between her legs and making her entire body feel tingly.

'Go ahead.' She whispered to the dark haired teen, pushing her hips forward against his, 'My parents won't be home for another week or so and Mei is staying at a friend's house.'

And that was all it took for the hybrid to sleep his angel off her feet, rushing her upstairs and to the bedroom. He placed her on the edge of the bed before hesitating, turning his head away with a slight blush tainting his cheeks.

Rika's hands reached forward, gliding over his thighs, up over the hills and vales of his well-toned abdomen, to link together behind his neck.

'Now, now. Don't be getting all shy on me,' the blonde smiled seductively before brushing her lips against his ever so lightly, 'Become one with me, come inside me...Matoko.'

The bell rang and I jerked suddenly in my seat. I glanced around quickly, hoping none of the other students had taken notice of my awkward movement.

I have a tendency to drift off into my own little world when I read a book. So much so, that I barely notice what's going on around me.

By the time I'd managed to completely unhinge myself from my stupor and get over the tightness of my pants, the majority of the students had filed out of the classroom, no doubt gathering their things and getting ready to leave for home.

I watched as Laxus, Gajeel, Natsu and Gray chased each other out of the class room, Juvia – out of adoration for her idol, Gray – was not far behind. Lisanna and Levy were giggling to themselves, saying "boys will be boys", before being yanked out of the room by a hyperactive Cana and effectively spilling Erza's books and assorted items all over the floor.

"Gomen ne, Er-chan!" Levy shouted before crying out in pain as her arm was almost ripped from its socket as Cana pulled her along after the rest of their group.

With a sigh, the scarlet haired girl bent over to pick up her belongings.

Now this would be a seemingly innocent thing to do if it weren't for the fact that her back was to me, giving me a perfect view of the line of red lace poking out from top of her charcoal coloured shorts. That, and the fact that those shorts were just way too short to even be called such a thing.

I averted my eyes, very aware of that same tightness from before reappearing. I couldn't get like this now!

I decided to distract myself by gathering up my books and packing everything way, taking my time to make sure that by the time I looked up, Erza would have long since gathered her things and walked out of the room.

But to my surprise, when I finally did look up, I met a pair of deep brown eyes.

Her lips were parted slightly as she studied me with an odd expression on her face. She stared me down through her long lashes before slamming her books down on the mahogany desk.

Without warning, she strode around the expensive piece of wood, grabbed me by the nape of my neck and crashed my lips against hers.

I was shocked to say the least.

My face was flushed and my arms were half raised awkwardly. It took me a while to respond but before I knew it, I had on hand on the small of her back, the other tangled in her scarlet locks.

I felt her tongue sliding along my bottom lip, asking for entrance and I quickly opened my mouth in response. Our tongues could battle for dominance.

I shoved her up against the dark coloured desk, our hips grounding together out of pure instinct. She pushed herself upwards so she was seated on the expensive piece of furniture and wrapped her legs around my waist, effectively pulling me closer.

I found myself tilting my head to deepen the kiss and running my hands along her sides gently. Erza moaned ever so quietly which only increased my hunger for her.

I ravaged her neck and collar with kisses, suckling on her pulse point and giving her earlobe a little nip.

Her dark orbs fluttered shut as she gripped at the fabric of my black sweater, pressing her curvaceous body even closer to mine.

I pulled back to admire her beauty for a moment, drinking in her gorgeous features and drowning myself in them. Those eyes, that hair and those lips! They were so plump and kissable, slightly swollen from our kissing and pouting as she raised a perfect eyebrow at me.

I grinned like an idiot and she responded with a small smirk before entwining her fingers in my hair and pulling me back down towards her.

Our lips collided once again in heated passion and eagerly moulding together. My hands grasped her hips and she tightened her grip on my shirt.

When we finally pulled away, gasping for breath, I was mentally kicking myself for getting sucked in so easily.

All she had to do was walk up to me and press her lips against mine and I was a goner. I could have been in a class full of students, with their parents and all the teachers at this university and I wouldn't have given a shit as long as she was still kissing me.

The redhead eased herself off the desk, slightly unsteady and blushing madly as she collected her things.

She made her way towards the door, leaving me standing there breathless and gripping my chair for support.

When she was about half way across the room, she turned around, her scarlet hair whirling around her shoulders as she did so.

"Next time we have a study session Jellal, I'm going to punch you in the mouth."

My eyebrows shot upwards and I felt my mouth dry up almost instantly. She had kissed me and now she was going to punch me?

She smirked, "I'm going to punch you in the mouth. With my own mouth. Softly... Because I like you."

My breathing hitched, causing the redhead to grin at my reaction, "That and you're one hell of a kisser!" She chirped before skipping off before I even had a chance to react.

I felt my brown orbs widening at her statement which still echoed throughout my mind.

Next time...

She wanted there to be a next time.

Shit.

Don't get me wrong, I would love to kiss that scarlet haired beauty over and over again among other things. But she was still my student!

Why was I getting so flustered by this? I used to be so calm and collected and then Erza waltzed in with her charming smile and strawberry scent and I was lost to the world.

I seriously need to get my shit together before our next study session. Wait...When is the next tutoring lesson?

I pulled out my diary hurriedly, flipping through the lists of events and tasks listed for each day until I reached the current date. Flipping a few pages ahead I realised that our session was this Saturday. I had less than a week left before the lesson! Not to mention that I'd have to see her in English all the time since I had that particular class almost every day.

I sighed, mentally exhausted from spending the last couple hours thinking, rethinking and over thinking my feelings for this one girl.

Erza Scarlet.

She was both smart and beautiful. She had one hell of a temper, yet was decisive knew how to get what she wanted. When it came to the two of us, she could be as subtle as flying brick – as proved moments ago when she kissed me out of the blue – but she could also be quiet, kind and caring.

I'd seen that side of her when Ultear and Meredy showed up at my house on Saturday. Ultear and I sat at the table and chatted about anything and everything, whilst Erza had seated herself on the floor so she could play with the young girl. They'd gotten on so well; laughing and playing together despite their age difference. The redhead hadn't even minded when the 7 year old asked her to play dolls; she just went along with it.

It was nice, friendly atmosphere. Almost as if we were a family.

Ultear was like my older sister, Meredy, my niece and Erza... My girlfriend.

But I knew I was deluding myself thinking that things could be so simple. Erza couldn't be my girlfriend, even if I wanted her to. She's my student, I'm her teacher. That's how things are supposed to stay.

Erza's POV

What the hell have I gotten myself into?

I just went up to him and kissed him for no reason at all. Anyone could have walked in and see Jellal and I making out on his desk and then it would have been all over.

Jellal would be fired, maybe even sent off the prison if my parents got involved.

Oh god, my parents.

If they knew what I was doing they'd be so disappointed.

They had always expected the best from me. Wanting me to be perfect in every way. I had to get good grades, show etiquette and grace at all times and make sure I was always looking my best so that people would know I was from a rich upstanding family from very high up on the social ladder. My parents wouldn't allow people to think I was just an everyday commoner.

It was ridiculous. I didn't want to act like a snob, like I was better than everyone else. I just wanted to be myself.

My parents thought they were letting me have some form of free will by letting me choose my own friends instead of hanging around the bunch of handpicked wealthy losers my parents had picked out for me.

Believe me, I was grateful for that. But they still forced me to go to all their expensive work events to make them all look good even though I was already 19 turning 20 next month.

They expected me to take over their company when I turned 21 next year.

I don't know how to tell them I don't want a job in medicine. Their company runs a string of hospitals and that's not what I'm interested in.

I just want to be free to do what I want. I want a career in something creative. Something like drama or music or art. But most of all I want to be free to be with Jellal.

I know none of this is possible right now but I wish it was.

I truly wish it was.

Ok, so there's chapter 7 done!
I was really confused with this chapter since I had both people who wanted a chapter on Lucy and a chapter for Jerza. So as usual, I tried to divide it up equally. Of course there's that little bit more Jerza since this is prominently a Jellal x Erza fanfic.
I'm tempted to do a chapter from Levy's POV since that would provide an outlook from someone who's not directly involved in any of the relationships. This way you could see the way Loke and Lucy as well as Jellal and Erza interact with each other from an outsider's point of view. Win or fail? Let me know what you guys think :)
Also, do you think it's spicy enough to change to M rated yet? The stuff I have planned for the future is definitely too hot for a T rating to handle. But I'm not sure if I should change it now or later :|
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Wonder-chan xx

Please feel free to check out my other FT fanfic, Pain can lead to Love (GrayLu).