I was impatient with myself. The reviews keep me going(:
It's just an extra chapter that is chronological. Maybe fitting in a few chapters back? I didn't want to show you this side of the story, but it's going to happen anyways. I felt wrong about it, but hey, whatever, right?
I don't know if it ruins the story, but it sure does tell a lot, on a different perspective. I only know, that I got a crap load of a mess in my hands in this story.
Anyways, please enjoy. Excuse any grammatical/spelling errors.
Extra chapter for you thirsty people.
Rated M: Language.
"You wanted this?"
Jellal turned around as the door opened quietly. A coral pink-haired girl peeked inside, her face visible as she held out a hanger with her dainty fingers.
"What took you so long?" He tilted his head and cocked an eyebrow. Meredy now entered, slowly closing the door behind her as she laid out the thing he needed onto the bed.
"Ultear."
"Aa." He said, "Thanks, Meredy."
Nodding, she rubbed down the fabric of the clothing, ridding of wrinkles as she silently huffed out in response. Jellal noted the way her eyebrows furrowed and how she was biting the inside of her cheek too hard. Meredy was practically breathing heavily through her nostrils, causing them to flare in a weird manner.
He didn't question. Jellal kept quiet. His eyes admiring the girl before him that busied her thoughts by unnecessary fixing. Porcelain palms continued to press down on the clothing as she repaired the sleeves and tended to the cloak. Her breathing finally matched the pace she was going in, slow and steady, as if she was sleep walking.
He stayed for another 5 minutes.
Then she stood up straight, Jellal watched as her posture went back to being perfect. Pink hair swayed to the side as she turned her head to look at him. He sighed as the hair came to a stop, it was no longer cute short hair, just long pink waves the made everyone want to play with it.
A weird glint shimmered in her eyes.
"Why are you leaving again?"
The question caused him to raise another eyebrow.
"An important matter." He simply responded. The need to go into description wasn't at all needed. Meredy knew.
"For that girl?" Her hands had clasped together and she had cocked her head slightly. A curious facade painting her face as she stood a foot away from him. Their eyes meeting.
Jellal shrugged his shoulders at her next question. Meredy had probably brought the picture of the scarlet-haired mage into her head. He was most likely right, but he didn't decide to correct her.
He cleared his throat, trying his best not to sound rude, "That girl… will be there, but she's isn't the important matter."
Meredy's shoulders dropped and her eyebrows furrowed more, "You don't have to lie you know."
"R-Right." Jellal gave a sheepish smile while scratching the back of his head. In a second he stopped laughing, "But i'm not lying."
"Of course." With that said, she turned on her heel and opened the door. "Tell her I said hi."
Then the door closed, leaving Jellal grinning awkwardly to himself. Oh lying… Why did Ultear and Meredy always think he was lying?
Bending over, Jellal took hold of the cloak, the dark blue ripped sleeves rested in his fingers. He circled the now rough fabric with his thumbs, scrunching it together as he brought his hands closer. A frown appeared. Certain memories surfaced.
"They're gone." He watched her as he spoke, she cringed at every word, shivering at every step he took. At every thud she heard. She was hurting and so was he, by watching her, watching her chest rise and fall at every hitched breath. From him.
"P-Please…" She whimpered. Jellal stopped, two feet away from the girl who was huddled in the corner. The dark room's light flickered, on and off, like a shutter to a camera. And the pictures weren't so pretty.
He gulped audibly, removing his mask to show his familiar face that she would know. That she should know. In fact, so well, that she didn't even have to see him without the disguise. He was so hurt though. At the sight of the poor girl. Pure disgust was something you could find in his eyes. He was sick of it, so sick of seeing it. So sick, he could throw up right now. It was revolting to him, he didn't understand. He could probably never grasp the idea of these actions. As of why they do it. Out of enjoyment too? Jellal was so close to slicing their throats instead of turning them in. He wished that he didn't ask Ultear to take care of it.
He sneered. Then the girl screamed, "DON'T!" Jellal made another accident by placing his hand out, thinking she'd calm down, "GET AWAY FROM ME!" He dropped it.
"I-I'm so sorry... Just look at me…" He whispered, "I'm not going to hurt you."
The frightened girl looked at him and he winced. A bruised eye and a puffy cheek, hair ruffled everywhere with a tattered shirt barely covering her. She brought her knees in and groaned loudly as they hit her stomach, he noticed as she kept her legs open, hands between them, then she cried, "W-Why?"
He clenched his fists and stiffened, she asked why….why? He wanted to know too.
Jellal's fists closed tightly, gripping the fabric to the point where it was wrinkled. Ruining Meredy's effort.
"Shit…" He murmured under his breath and then looked up at the ceiling, bringing himself to his knees, letting his hands drop along with the cloak towards the floor.
"Why?" He asked.
"I don't know…" He said. Mavis only knows…
Jellal closed his eyes and sighed. Taking in long deep breaths with the images from the event. He wasn't there at the beginning, but he was through the end. His imagination had burned the scene into his mind so that it felt like a memory. The feeling of crying then washed upon him.
He didn't get it. It was impossible to say but easier to feel.
Damn it all. He didn't count the months, or the days, he only knew, it happened a year ago. Maybe even a few more days. But it was clear, all to clear for him, like it happened yesterday.
He squeezed his eyes tighter for a couple more seconds then opened them. White dots flying everywhere whenever he blinked. Then his mind wandered, how is she? When was the last time i've seen her? Hopefully she returned…
Scoffing silently, Jellal stood back up, taking the rest of the clothes into his hands and hung them in his closet. "Of course she returned… It's been a year."
He grimaced, standing still to look at the outfit once more.
"Oh, I hung them in here." Jellal watched her. Bruised skin that made porcelain look bad was exposed as she slipped from the sheets. What once was flawless skin, exposed as she didn't bother to take the blanket with her. He smiled.
The marks left dark spots, but she said she could rarely feel the pain anymore, so she let him. Let him touch them, exploring every dent in her beautiful body that he some what yearned to heal. To feel underneath his own skin.
During that time he swore, he made a oath, he promised himself, that he wouldn't, with this girl, who walked in the purest of light, wouldn't, he couldn't, fall in love.
He bit his lip, what is this thing, love? Closing the closet he walked to his bed and hastily plopped onto his back. Chuckling lowly.
"I surely don't know."
"So, how am I suppose to forget?" She asked, her bag slung over her shoulder as she walked beside him. She had to return back to her teammates she said she came with and Jellal wasn't favoring it, but in reality, he pretended not to care.
"How do you avoid death?" Jellal asked.
"I don't know. How do you?" She stopped to stare and look up at him, he looked down. Her mouth was open slightly to show pink and white.
"Well, most don't worry or think about it." He shrugged his shoulders then tucked hair behind her ear, receiving a blush matching scarlet. "Do you think about it?"
She brought her head down. "Recently? Yes. But before? Never."
"You have people to keep you from thinking, right? To strive." He asked. She nodded, a small but sure smile came to her lips.
"Then it's like that. You don't think or worry about me. And it's easy. Right?"
She raised her shoulders and shifted her weight to her left leg, "Not really."
Jellal chuckled lowly, "Of course it is. If you've done it before, you can do it again."
Seconds, minutes, hours passed. Jellal was staring up at the ceiling, continuously thinking, unknowingly worrying. Why was it now that he was reminiscing those memories? That played like an hour long movie.
Was it normal? What would she think?
Groaning loudly, Jellal got up, throwing the blanket across the bed messily, something Meredy wasn't quite proud of whenever she fixed it. Ignoring that fact, he walked over to his closet. Staring at the outfit that resembled greatly as Mystogan's own.
"Here we go." He huffed.
The two doors signifying as the front entrance stood before him. Jellal brought up the mask across his face, tugging it securely. His other hand was on the handle. Maybe this is a bad idea.
Out of conscious, he pulled the door open. Slow enough to give an eerie creak, as if he stepped on an unsure floor board. The only thing visible now was the moonlight that shined it's way through. Accompanied with small wind squeezing through the crack. No, it's okay.
The door opened wider, letting strong gusts of wind come in, whisking his cloak behind him. He shuddered. Maybe i'll-
"I thought you were leaving next week?"
"Holy shi-" Jellal jolted and jumped back, letting go of the door for it to be slammed against the wall, allowing the night to enter.
"Oh my-" Jellal turned around, "Ultear! You scared me."
"You've been deep in thought lately," the daughter of Ur crossed her arms underneath her chest.
"A-And?" He stuttered, retrieving the door handle again to shut it behind him. "That gives you a right to scare me? I could have woken up, Meredy."
"Just what has been on your mind?" She cocked an eyebrow.
"Things I can't fathom into words." Jellal shrugged his shoulders and brought his hands up.
Ultear furrowed her eyebrows, "Well."
"I'm leaving early, I have things to take care of before I set off." He lied.
"I see…" She muttered.
Jellal looked down at his face. Waiting for her to say more or to at least protest about his decision. The silence stretched on far too long. She didn't say anything but he did still feel her presence and eyes on him. He sighed, finally looking up to Ultear whose gaze seemed never broken.
"I'll be going now." He gulped.
"Right… Take care of yourself." Ultear murmured and left the room without waiting for him to leave.
"Soon," he breathed. "Soon."
I feel like I ruined the definition of suspense... I could not wait any longer. It was hurting me.
I love you Jellal.
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