A/N: ok so ill let you guys decide whether Macao really is the bad guy, or if the true reason is yet to come *raises eyebrows suggestively*
Anyways as always, read, review and enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own fairy tail
Cana stood beside the bed, her body quivering with fear, the white dress heavy like shackles. The door opened. The door closed. Within a breath he stood before her, a frown creasing his face. His blue brows met at the centre, merging into one domineering line like those soldiers marched in, like those used for execution… his execution, the boy with the eyes'.
He raised a finger, flicking away the thin material hugging her shoulder before flicking away the other side. Her dress fell away and she instantly missed her shackles. She fought the need to cover herself like the women told her- the gaggle of women that followed the newest piece of trivia. Just let your body react the way it wants and don't fight him, they said, over and over they said it- don't fight him. But right now she wanted to fight like the boy with the eyes had taught her, fight him and the repulsion at his eyes on her. This man who she had once looked to like a father, his son like a brother, now with his eyes filled with forced lust stepped forward, his breath reeking of alcohol she wished she could have drunk. He leaned forward, hot breath like a foul lotion lathered on her neck. But when his lips brushed her neck, his hairy upper lip scraping her sensitive she couldn't help but stiffen, taking in a sharp breath of air.
He scrunched his eyes shut, muscles tensing beneath his wedding attire. But he couldn't force himself to continue. She was the little girl with the shy smile that held his hand at the carnival every year, pointing at the balloons despite her age- he couldn't force himself on her, anyone but her. To her shock he withdrew, with an apologetic smile he took a step back.
"I can't lay with you my dear." He said, his gaze never straying from her eyes as comprehension flooded over her. She felt immense relief which was followed by overwhelming shame at his confession. What had she done wrong?
"Did I do something wrong?" she stuttered, still shaking with fear despite his soothing words. She dared not look up from her feet, her breasts obscuring her view.
"Not at all my dear, but in all truthfulness do you want to lay with me?" he asked, his years apparent now more than any other time, the lines of his face like a tally of moments Cana had never had to endure. Cana felt the tears burn her eyes as she tried to stop them from falling but alas it was not to be. Once the first dropped the others followed like a storm over a horizon one beautiful with mellow colours, her sobs like the thunder that made windows rattle and babes cry. Her head shaking from side to side, her body betraying her mind.
"I'm so sorry.." she whispered through the tears, clutching her face. In one swift movement he grasped the blanket, wrapping it around her before taking her in his arms, not the way a lover would but a father comforting his child.
"Shhh, child. None of this is your fault." Macao hushed her, "We can keep this between the two of us, yes?" he said, hoping their discretion would help disarm her insecurities. Cana nodded, her head bobbing like a buoy at sea, no control over its actions since its deposit in the sea.
"I'm so sorry…" she repeated, burying her face deeper into his chest.
"You have nothing to be sorry for my dear."