A/N: So...I'm not sure. I just really felt like writing this chapter and put my other fics on hold for a few days. I feel bad for everyone else :( Oh well. I'll have those done soon too. This chapter's a bit longer than the last one which made me happy.

Random note: If you read the manga and are up to date on it (which you sorta should be or else you'll have no idea who half the people in this fic are!), I'm upset with Kyouka's development! *cries* If you PM me about it, I'll cry to you and talk about how cliche'd it was!

That incredibly random and strange note aside, I hope you enjoy the chapter!

P.S: As usual, these line breaks are 90% broken. Ugh. Put XOXOXO on top of them and they show up. Damn it all!

As Knightwalker stealthy raised her spear to pierce the woman pinning her to the tree, rustling was heard in her hut, causing Scarlet to drop her, shifting her attention to the noise.

"I don't believe for a second that anything you're saying is true," she let out as the older Erza simply shrugged.

"I don't really care much. What I want to know is who or what is in my house," balancing her spear on her shoulders she went to open the door. No one should've been in it as far as she was concerned. She assumed that an animal simply barged in and was rummaging through it. Not like it mattered, since nothing of import was there. "Plus, what makes you so sure I'm not who I just said I am? I don't really see why anyone would want to pretend to be me of all people. Impersonating Erza Scarlet? That has merit. People don't exactly know who I am. And if they did, well. We both know what they'd do," she turned to Scarlet, and with a very uncharacteristic girly voice began, "Erza Knightwalker is nothing compared to Erza Scarlet! Scarlet is so cool, so strong, so beautiful! Even if Knightwalker looks like her, they aren't the same at all! Scarlet is waaaaay better!"

"Hadn't you moved on from your insecurities of being compared to me?"

Forgetting about the hut, Knightwalker turned her whole body around, eyes filled with blind rage. "It's always about you isn't it? I've been back for all of what? Three hours? And it's already all about you."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"I get it. You're jealous aren't you?"

Raising an eyebrow, Scarlet's swords vanished and she crossed her arms, "Jealous? What would I be jealous about?"

"Maybe the fact that Lucy ended up choosing me over you? You lost. I won. For once, I won, and you hate it. It's been eating at you all this time, hasn't it? That you failed."

"Knightwalker, I-"

"Never call her that," a strangely familiar yet unfamiliar voice from inside the hut let out, as the door slowly opened. A figure clad in a dark hood walked out. "I was never in competition with Scarlet. Sure, at first, when I began developing feelings for Lucy, I felt as though I was being compared to her. I constantly thought that Lucy's feelings for me were because I looked like Scarlet. That I had her same voice. But if you were really Erza Knightwalker, then you'd know what you just said isn't true."

"Wh-...Why the hell are you talking as though-"

"As though I have my memories back? As though I know who I am?" the hooded figure revealed herself. "Maybe it's because I do have my memories back, and I know who I am." She pointed her spear at the impersonator. "But you. Whoever you are, you are nowhere in my memories. And I never gave anyone the right to pretend to be me."

"What is going on here? Are you Knightwalker?"

"Scarlet..." the whiter haired Erza turned to look at her, letting out a small smile. "It's been a while."

"What on earth happened to you?"

"Wait. Hold on," the scarred Knightwalker butted in, looking at Scarlet in shock. "You would actually believe that she's Erza Knightwalker? When nothing about her indicates such? What do I have to do to prove to you that I'm Knightwalker?"

"Nothing," the white haired, red eyed warrior let out in Scarlet's place. "You're not Erza Knightwalker."

Gritting her teeth, the so-called impersonator prepared her spear. "Who the hell do you think you are? How did you even get your memories back? There is no way Lucy was even near Tartarus, and there is no way you got to talk to her. So , tell me. How did you get them back?"

"What's it to you? How do you know so much about me anyways?" The white-haired mage took a similar stance.

"You're not Erza Knightwalker."

"Haaaa? You're still going on about it? Even Scarlet believes I'm the real Knightwalker."

"You have white hair and red eyes. You have skin as white as snow. You don't look like Erza Knightwalker. You don't even have her voice. All you have is her spear. A spear which belonged to my father. All you are," she moved so fast, neither of the other Erza could catch her movement, "is a slave to a demon." She pinned her down, spear going into her left shoulder, causing the white haired Erza to let out a scream of agony.

"Run back to Kyouka. Lucy would never believe you're me. You have nothing that makes you Erza Knightwalker. You're a failure. You let yourself go in the grief of losing Lucy, so much so that you let a demon make you her puppet. You don't deserve your memories, and you don't deserve Lucy."

"W-who do you think you are?" She gritted from the ground.

"I'm getting tired of repeating myself. I'm Erza Knightwalker. I wonder...I wonder if I can kill you now. Has enough time passed?"

'I didn't expect her to get her memories back without Lucy. How the hell did this happen? There is no reason for Kyouka to have returned them to her...Was it Silver? No. Sayla then? Tch. That rotten jealous little bitch. Can I afford killing her? I can't tell if it's the right time yet. This is going to become a problem. I need to have Scarlet keep her mouth shut too.'

Grabbing onto the spear lodged in her shoulder, the white haired Erza forced it out of her, landing a kick in the attacker's stomach. Jumping back enough, the red haired Knightwalker recomposed herself quickly. She couldn't take the risk. She couldn't afford to disappear. She needed to break her.

"No matter how tempted, I for one would never choose a demon over my lover. Tell me, how many times have you let Kyouka have her way with you? How many times have you enjoyed it? Or even begged her? You gave into the pain and pleasure she offered you. Did you even try fighting back? You claim to be Erza Knightwalker, but I would have never let her break me like she did you. You are not fit for the name, and we both know why."

Swallowing, the pale skinned Erza grit her teeth. She had let Kyouka have her way. And it shamed her to admit that she had enjoyed it. But it wasn't her choice! Her body had reacted, and Kyouka knew exactly what to do. She knew how to take control of her, with or without her memories. But that didn't matter. She was Erza Knightwalker. And whoever this pretender was, they were going to pay. Whatever magic they were using was topnotch that was for certain. The spear was identical to the Ten Commandments, the hair, the eye color, the skin color. They were all what they should've been. And the voice. That was her voice. A bit on the older side but she knew it to be hers. The woman in front of her reminded her more of her mother than herself, but she knew that it wasn't Zera. Whoever they were, they had managed to fool Lucy, but not Scarlet. For some reason, Scarlet knew that this Erza was a fake, of some kind at least.

As she prepared a counter however, the red haired Knightwalker simply walked up to her and bent to whisper something in her ear. Eyes wide in shock, she fell to her knees, quivering.

She hadn't been lying. It was...The woman standing in front of her was Erza Knightwalker.

"Then...Who am I?" The woman on her knees let out quietly.

"I told you, didn't I? A slave to a demon. Now get out of my sight."

She couldn't fight her. She couldn't stand up against her. She had no right to. After all. She wasn't Erza Knightwalker. If the woman in front of her was Erza Knightwalker, then she couldn't be the same person. It just wasn't possible. She knew. She knew she was Knightwalker! White haired Erza was positive. She was from Edolas and she later came to Earthland with Lucy. She knew. She had all the memories. And yet, for some reason, it felt surreal. Was it really not her? If the woman standing in front of her was really Erza Knightwalker, then who the hell was she? A clone?

What did it matter anyways? Though she knew she felt strongly for a certain blonde celestial mage, the woman standing in front of her was that person's lover. She had no right to Lucy.

She got up on her feet, taking her spear in her hand and turned around, slowly walking away, as the rain continued to hit her.

"Wait! Knightwalker! Where are you going?!" Scarlet yelled out, trying to chase after her only to be stopped by the red head next to her, who held onto her shoulder.

'Come pick up your garbage.'

"We need to have a talk about what just happened. And I'll answer any question you seem to have. But I am only going to say this once more. I am Erza Knightwalker. If you don't believe anything else I say, at least believe this."

Looking into her eyes, Scarlet knew. This woman had been acting peculiar and strange earlier, but what she said now was the truth. Though she still had her suspicions, the woman in front of her was Erza Knightwalker, and she was about to explain what that whole mess she'd just witnessed was. On closer inspection however, Scarlet noticed something. As the rain wetted their hair and showered their bodies, the roots of the woman's hair had slowly begun to whiten.

XOXOXO

"Kyouka-sama..." Sayla whispered in her sleep as she clutched onto the naked woman who had her back to the bedpost.

"You're a good girl, aren't you?" Her leader laughed out as she caressed the girl's head. "I'm sorry I've been neglecting you lately. I forgot how adorable you were with your constant begging."

'Come pick up your garbage.'

She heard a voice. The demons of Tartarus had always communicated telepathically, but she could not understand why this voice had the power to talk to her. Especially when she hadn't heard it in so long.

'How can you talk to me?'

'I'm not your little slave.'

'Then why do you have her voice?'

'Do I really? Last I checked, your pet has a pretty demonic voice lately.'

'Who are you, exactly?'

'What's it to you? For the record, after what I told her, she'll probably beg you to take her back. But then again, you didn't know she was missing did you?'

"Erza," Kyouka's eyes widened slightly. Erza had run away? But why? It didn't matter. She needed to get her back. Then would she deal with the intruder.

Untangling Sayla's hands from her body, she got off the bed. She didn't feel like wearing the entirety of her typical clothes and helmet, as such she simply grabbed one of her many battle suits that lay in Sayla's closet. It was a dark, skin tight cloth on her upper body, partially covering her chest. Black detached sleeves went on both arms, followed by a black thong and long stockings to complement. As typical of these clothes, she was more or less very exposed. But she never minded. She clipped her belt around her waist and left the room. She wondered for an instant if she should revert her hands and legs to human ones, but quickly decided against it. She liked her limbs. No real reason to change them to human ones unless it had to do with punishing Erza. Through Plutogrim, she noticed it was raining all around Magnolia. She sighed, hoping Erza hadn't caught a cold in the rain. It was a strange thing to worry about she concluded as she simply put the thought aside. It was a bit unnerving how human she felt at times.

XOXOXO

It wasn't hard finding the confused and terrified girl who simply stood and watched as Kyouka walked towards her through the trees.

The demon was going to kill her. She wasn't going to survive this was she? She failed her twice over, she disobeyed her, got her memories back and ran away. Kyouka was going to kill her. She fell to her knees, tears threatening to stain her beautifully pale cheeks, as the demon arrived at her footsteps.

She hadn't seen Kyouka all that often without her helmet, regardless of the fact that they had spent six years together. She was a gorgeous woman, even with the weird claws for hands and bird-like feet.

"You're going to catch a cold," the demon let out with a gentle smile as she looked down at the soaked woman. "Come on," she extended her hand, but it wasn't taken.

"You're not going to kill me?" She let out quietly, her voice quivering.

"If I wanted to kill you, do you think you'd still be alive right now?" She accepted the hand a few seconds later. With Kyouka's inhumane strength she was quickly thrown up and landed in the woman's arms.

As Kyouka turned around to make her way to her destination, the girl in her arms let out, "If I'm not Erza Knightwalker, then who am I?" Causing Kyouka to stop and look at her in shock.

"Who told you that name?" The demon questioned with a forceful voice. One her so called slave had never been able to disobey.

"S-Sayla did. She gave me my memories back. Or at least I thought they were my memories. But I'm not Erza Knightwalker, am I? Then who am I?! Am I a clone who happens to have her memories? Am I just some weird experiment you made up to be a memory bank? What the hell am I?!" She began thrashing in Kyouka's arms frantically.

"If you don't calm yourself, I'm going to drop you off a cliff."

"That may be better than what I have now!"

"Okay, let's start from the top shall we?"

Kyouka turned around once more, deciding to take a detour. Sayla's jealousy had given her a huge blunder to clean up and she was not going to enjoy it. She made a note to thoroughly punish the girl once they were back at Tartarus.

"You're Erza Knightwalker."

"That's impossible."

"Girl, if you interrupt me one more time, you will really see what a pissed off demon can do." Her threat was enough to have Erza turn her face away.

"You're Erza Knightwalker. And there is only one Erza Knightwalker," she glared at the mage who held her tongue, knowing a single word when not given permission to talk would probably be the end of her. "You were attacked by Lord Zeref. You were left to die, but I saved you and brought you to Tartarus. All of this happened six years ago. Now, during those six years, after having noticed your lack of cooperation, I took your memories from you. It proved to be successful. I would occasionally return them when you screwed up a mission, and give you an appropriate punishment. Now. This woman who convinced you that you're not Erza Knightwalker? Well, I have some suspicions as to who she might be. But that aside for now, she's lying. Even if you had plastic surgery today, and didn't look at all like what you should, you would still be Erza Knightwalker."

It was strange. Kyouka's words were very...comforting. But Erza didn't understand it. Why was the demon trying to comfort her even after she tried to run away? She knew that Kyouka never did anything without clear reason. So what was going on?

"Look," she stopped walking. As the rain continued to shower them, still in the demon's arms, Erza looked to Kyouka for an instant, noting the very cruel smile on her face, before turning her head around. They were on a cliff overlooking Magnolia. Though at first, she wasn't certain what she should be looking at, it soon became very apparent.

XOXOXOXO

"I love you, Erza," the blonde holding onto her whispered, trailing kisses on the sleeping woman's body. "I wonder how this works...You're even more attractive with all these scars." Gently kissing her lips, she rested her head in the crook of Erza's neck for a brief moment, taking in the woman's scent. It really was Erza. And they had really just had the best love making session she'd ever been through. She didn't have a chance to ask her what had happened with Scarlet, or why she was drenched, as the moment her lover walked in, she had already been pinned to the bed, clothes being ripped apart. Lucy was used to Erza being gentle, but she certainly wasn't in this case. The blonde didn't mind it though, as it had been a different kind of exciting.

Leaving the woman's neck alone, she untangled herself from her and got up off the bed. She was going to go take a quick shower before Erza woke up. However, as she made her way to the bathroom, she noticed a strange black book laying on the bedside table.

"What is this?" She whispered to herself as she slowly went to grab it. Did it belong to Erza? Right as her fingers were about to touch the out of place book, it was snatched away from her. "Erza?" The younger woman looked at her surprised, not having expected her to wake up.

"It's a memoir," she let out quietly, her fingers tracing the cover of the simple black book. "A memoir of who I used to be."

A/N: Alright, that's the end of this chapter. Hopefully you guys aren't too confused. I'm hoping I put enough clues in place to identify both Knightwalkers. I know some of you already guessed, and others might have some idea after this chapter, but you'll get full confirmation on whether your suspicion was right or not soon!

I hope you enjoyed the chapter. R&R is appreciated! See you next chapter!