AN: Hehe you guys are funny, thanks so much for your support by the way, it really cheers me up :3
Also, just to be clear, it wasn't so much the wanting a lemon thing that annoyed me (cause i understand why you would want one, i really do) it was the 'hurry up and get them together or make them kiss already' comments.
Anyway, Siegy babe's in this chappie (I HAVE BEEN WAITING SO LONG *SOBS* no but really even before i started this fic i was going to do a silly little thing about him and Jellal and Erza and yeah but i decided to smoosh it into here a while ago :3 even though its not the same thing really)
Chapter 13-
"And yet," Siegrain said, holding his arms out a little and giving a tiny bow towards them, "Here I am."
Jellal went to get to his feet but the other man gestured and spoke up with amusement.
"Oh, don't stop on my account, go back to what you were doing."
He paused and then continued, his smirk growing, "What were you doing anyway?"
"N-nothing!" said Jellal, jumping up and then growing dizzy for a moment.
"You always were a spoilsport, Jellal," Siegrain remarked with mild exasperation.
Erza, who was still eyeing the new arrival with surprise, climbed to her feet as well, catching his attention.
"It's good to see you again, Erza," he said, gaze travelling over her in her black dress, "I'm glad to see you haven't changed a bit."
She frowned and crossed her arms, "You haven't changed at all either, Siegrain."
It was certainly odd for her to look at him, he was exactly as she remembered, the same black and white coat and everything. It was...disconcerting to see the face of Jellal young once again.
"Why...how are you here?" she asked.
He gave a sly smile and took a few steps closer, tapping two fingers to his temple.
"That's a secret, Erza," he told her, his voice low.
Jellal, though still trying to understand the situation and also trying to ignore his slight headache, didn't like the way the other man was getting so close, nor did he like the tone and look in his eyes. He moved closer to Erza. His action brought Siegrain's knowing eyes to his and he hated the smug smile that he was given. Unable to maintain the eye-contact, Jellal looked away.
This is ridiculous, what am I doing? Am I jealous? I'd have no right to be, possessive either...and Siegrain...I don't understand.
"You need to leave," Erza said firmly to Siegrain, who answered with a little roll of his eyes.
"And why's that, Erza?" he questioned, "It's not like you two were doing anything anyway, right?"
"You can't be here, we're on a mission," she explained in a tight voice.
Siegrain raised an eyebrow and looked between the two before he spoke skeptically.
"You're on a mission...in fancy dress. Hmmph, well, in any case I don't think you've really been working all that hard on this 'mission', have you?"
"That's not true," defended Erza, "In fact the whole thing will no doubt be ended very soon, perhaps even by the end of tomorrow."
"Is that so?" asked Siegrain, again looking between the two, "Well then, I guess there's no harm in the two of you having a little fun."
He moved over to Erza's side and added in a whisper, "Or the three of us..."
Erza's eyes widened, her cheeks pinkened and she gasped, "What? You...we...can't! You're not even here!"
Siegrain laughed, "That's true, Erza...but you thought about it just then, didn't you?"
His lips curved in a smirk as amusement danced in his eyes. He pointed to Jellal.
"He's thinking about it too."
Erza glanced over and, sure enough, Jellal was bright red, looking to be trapped between embarrassment and indignation.
Jellal huffed out a breath, turning his eyes downward, "Go away, Siegrain."
Siegrain simply chuckled and shook his head, "I wouldn't even if I could."
Erza made a sound of disapproval and Jellal moved to sit on the edge of the bed. As he removed the jacket he was wearing, he frowned at the fact he was wearing a suit. He noticed only then that Erza was in a black dress that lovingly clung to her curves, he also recalled Siegrain's comment about fancy dress and how Erza had said 'seems as if you're back to normal.'
His heart sank and dread crept in, he put his elbows to his knees and supported his head with his hands, fingers combing through his hair.
What have I done now? I can only hope it was nothing too bad...Why are we dressed up? What's happening here?
"Besides," continued Siegrain, "It's much more interesting here."
Hearing the other's voice was a painful reminder, Siegrain represented a different, darker side of him and caused flashes of the past to cascade through his mind. He squeezed his eyes shut.
Erza jolted him out of his thoughts temporarily when she rested her hand on his shoulder and spoke to Siegrain.
"Why can't you leave?"
Siegrain answered by again tapping his temple and pointing to Jellal.
"I see," said the red head quietly, her eyebrows knitting together as she mentally dissected the situation.
Allowing her thoughts to drift back to just before she knocked Jellal out, she tried to imagine what he would have been thinking about.
Siegrain interrupted her thoughts, "So I wonder when this sad lump," he gestured to Jellal of course, "is going to forgive himself. That's the only thing stopping you two, isn't it?"
She opened her mouth to try clarify, but he went on, "Because you already know the whole fiancee thing was a lie and you know he liiiiiikes you."
Erza glanced quickly to Jellal but found he seemed to have retreated into his mind.
Laughing, Siegrain corrected himself, "He loves you, Erza, he thinks about you all the time and, sometimes...it's not so innocent either."
Face now matching her hair, she scoffed, "I highly doubt that."
"Hmmph," Siegrain smirked, "Well, you're right I suppose, he barely ever lets his thoughts go that way. So boring, isn't he?"
"Not at all," disagreed Erza, gaze returning to Jellal once more and softening.
Silence flooded the room and was only broken a few minutes later when Siegrain spoke again, his tone derisive.
"How can you even love him, Erza? He's pathetic and he's done such unforgivable things. He. Killed. Simon."
Her glare snapped up, outrage seeped in and a sort of protective rage heated her blood. But, before she could give Siegrain a piece of her mind, Jellal let out a broken whisper.
"M-make him go away...pl-please..."
Her chest tightened painfully and she moved to stand before him, her hand, whose hold on his shoulder had unconsciously increased, slackened and skimmed up to lightly grip his chin. She tilted his face up and, though she knew what to expect, it did nothing to ease the pain that lanced her. His eyes were filled with his inner torment. The tears that were brimming, spilled over and slipped down his face, running past his slightly trembling lower lip.
"Please," his voice was hoarse.
Her own eyes seemed to burn and, though her throat felt constricted, she knew she had to stay strong. She bent closer to him and ignored Siegrain as he did the same.
"Jellal," she said softly.
"Told you he was pathetic."
She didn't bother glaring over at Siegrain, whose face was only inches away from hers and Jellal's.
She focused only on the one she loved and blocked out the other comments made.
"Jellal, look at me," her voice turned firm, "Don't listen to him, clear your mind and just look at me."
It was almost impossible for him at first, to stop himself from hearing Siegrain. But as Erza's face drew that little bit closer, his eyes became glued to hers and he focused on the strength, warmth and...love that he saw in her gaze.
The world narrowed to only her, everything else was dull in the background, grayscale while she remained in colour.
His heart began to race for a different reason and his eyes couldn't stop themselves from drifting down to her soft lips. It was only because he was so intently staring at her mouth that he even registered the quiet words she spoke.
"I'm sorry, Jellal."
What?
He knew sudden pain for an instant and then nothing.
Erza, in her rush to move and see if Siegrain had disappeared, didn't catch Jellal as he fell forward off the bed. She winced, hearing the sound of his head hitting the floor.
"Sorry."
But at least she had been right. The magical thought projection that was Siegrain, was gone. She would've smirked and congratulated herself but she instead awkwardly hefted Jellal back onto the bed. She then sat next to him once he was splayed out. She gave him a sad smile.
"Always tormenting yourself, aren't you, Jellal? I wish I could say that was unbelievable but it's not."
Reaching slowly out, she brushed her fingers over his forehead, moving a few locks of his blue hair.
Then with careful strokes, she removed the tears that still clung to his skin.
She shifted onto her knees beside him, steadying herself by placing a hand on his chest. This was a rare opportunity. Jellal 'asleep', looking so peaceful for once, it was not a sight many could say they'd seen.
The tips of her fingers drifted lightly over his tattoo as she studied his features and resisted the urge to make her position more comfortable.
No, she told herself, do not climb onto him, don't even think about it.
Her gaze became caught by his mouth and the longer she stared, the more aware she became of the tingling sensation spreading through her. Transfixed, she brushed her thumb across his bottom lip.
The tingling within her sparked. So she did it again after a moment of debate.
Then she jumped as his mouth suddenly moved, forming her name in a muffled question.
"Erza?"
Her cheeks turned a bold pink as her eyes met his, there was no way for her to know how long he had been awake for.
He might think I'm a pervert! She inwardly panicked, Maybe I am a pervert!?
She realised she still had her thumb on his lips and she quickly pulled her hand away and straightened up, nervously tucking her hair behind her ear as she looked to the side.
Jellal suppressed a groan as he suddenly became aware of every hit his body had recently taken. Holding his head, he slowly sat up.
Remembering Siegrain then, he glanced around the room with widened eyes.
"He's gone," he whispered, "What happened?"
"I hit you again," Erza explained, glad he hadn't said anything about her odd behaviour, "You were subconsciously projecting Siegrain's form, probably because you were thinking about him when I hit you earlier."
Jellal winced and glanced sidelong at her, "You hit me again? What did I do the first time?"
Erza shrugged, "It doesn't matter, what matters now is that he's gone and you're back to yourself."
His fingers brushed a bump hidden by his hair and he flinched.
"Here, let me look," suggested Erza, fancying herself to be quite the nurse.
Before either of them could over-think it, she tugged her dress up a little and moved one of her knees to the other side of his legs, lightly grabbing his head and tilting it so she could study the injury.
Jellal blinked several times.
Still there.
Whether or not Erza knew how their position brought her breasts right in front of his face, was a mystery to Jellal and one he would've tried to solve if he hadn't been trying to focus on keeping calm.
AN: THIS CHAPTER WAS PAINFUL FOR ME TO WRITE. well the parts with Siegy anyway
Also i think there's only another two or three chapters left of this story.