Gray's POV
I relaxed on the coach as I flipped the channels. I glanced over at my homework spread across the table, I shrugged. I'll text Lucy about the literature terms and history report later; she's really good at writing. I smiled at a memory. She hates it when I read her stories; she claims it to be a crime...which reminds me: I stole her latest chapter yesterday. I need to read that before I hit the sack.
I reached over to grab my folder, my hands fumbled through it to pull the several pages out. Chuckling, I started to skim over the first page. She probably won't notice until tonight when she's writing her next chapter. I smirked.
My stomach rolled over making a loud growl; I got up and headed to the kitchen. Opening the fridge, my eyes scanned what we had to consume. Hmmmm...oh, there it is! I reached over and grabbed the leftover pasta from last night. I love pasta; it's simply amazing.
I removed the tub, then placed it the microwave for a minute. I walked over to get myself a fork, when the front door slammed shut. I poked my head out to see Lyon. "Hey, what's up?" I called as I set my fork down and walked towards him.
"How was hanging out with your friend?" I inquired, my feet still shuffling closer to him. His head hung down; I sensed something was off. "Lyon-"
His fist came barreling into my face. I crashed down on the wooden floorboards and slid slightly away from him. His eyes burning with rage and utter anguish. He sucked in a breath and snarled, "I fucking hate you."
My eyes went wide at his proclamation. "Wha-what?" I stuttered out; I was unable to think properly.
"Did I stutter?!" He snapped back. Then he made a run for the stairs, his feet echoing up them. I blinked several times trying to process all the events that occurred. The slamming of another door woke me from my thoughts.
Sudden anger rushed through me while sheer pain fell onto my cheek. Rubbing my sore face, I yelled as loud as I could, "You fucking prick! Hate ya too, bastard!" My eyes stung as the words left my mouth. I utterly despised these kinds of fights between us. It hurt to say such words and to hear them fired back. I clenched my fists tightly, rolling my head to the side, my feet shuffled back to fetch my pasta.
All kinds of emotions brewed up inside my stomach, it caused my hunger to wash away. I glanced down at the warm pasta; I felt disgust shoot up my spine. I set it down; fuck, I didn't even want to read Lucy's story anymore.
I sat myself down on a chair and hit my head on the table. Leaving it there, I closed my eyes.
Why did we grow so far apart?
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Lyon's POV
I trembled as my hand fidgeted with the lock, my hands shook with undeniable anger. An aching feeling spread across my mind, stinging my heart with great pressure. I closed my eyes as my knees crashed onto the carpet of the bedroom. A cringing pain surged into my knees, but I ignored it. That pain could not compare to the suffering that started to escalate.
Everyone, and I mean everyone, has used me in some sense to get themselves either closer to Gray or get some points with Gray. It made my hatred grow. I mean despite the fact that Juvia had been my friend before hand, before she found out we were brothers, she started hanging out more so to get a bit closer to Gray. I didn't let it bother me, but I knew it did.
My whole heart clenched inside, almost tearing at the seams. Biting my bottom lip, I shut my eyes tightly to escape the tears that were filling my eyes to the brim. All those fears of rejection and being unwanted resurfaced; slowly, they inched into my soul, firing my body in senseless misery.
As if I was through into an abyss of darkness, no light to shine and give hope, or at least show me a way. The continuing aching that ate at every fiber within me.
For once, can I not be seen as Gray's twin.
As Gray's brother.
As someone who will score you points with Gray.
As someone who will get you closer to Gray.
As someone who knows Gray.
For once…
Can I just be seen as who I am. Be seen as Lyon, and only Lyon. Nothing more. Is it so fucking hard to been known as Lyon Fullbuster? Is it that fucking hard? This is the reason I left. The reason I escaped the reality of it, the very reason I wished not to be around, let alone the same school as Gray.
He had always been, and always will be favored by everyone one else. He is always going to be loved. He was made to be cared for. To have millions of friends and adoring fans, people who look up to him. He was everything I craved be. He was what I tried to become.
He didn't work hard to get it.
It came naturally to him.
My fists slammed down on the floor, tears freely dripped down my chin onto the carpet.
Why couldn't I be like him?
Why must I be the dull and boring one?
Why?
I envy my brother. I utterly loathe him. I despise this feeling of jealously that builds within me and chokes the life out of me. He has everything. Every fucking thing.
And I, I barely hold the broken pieces that once lied beneath me. I had to work hard to get where I was when I was traveling. I had to earn respect.
But Gray, he already had it. It was served a silver platter.
More hot tears leaked out, my eyes still shut tightly. I hiccupped and stifled the cries that wished to escape. All this pain just kept building. Shit, it's barely the first day and I have already found myself on the ground dying inside. My whole body trembled as I forced my tears and silent cries back. My throat on fire; how badly it wanted to scream and screech.
My hands stumbled around, it clashed into a dresser. A sudden shattering sound echoed into my ears. I quickly opened my eyes; my eyes glanced over to whatever had broke. My hands brushed the glass away, lifting the frame, my eyes landed on her blue hair.
"Juvia…" my coarse voice croaked out.
Juvia. I love her ever so much. I would literally give me life up for her. If I could I would give everything she desired; I'd give her the world. My whole world revolves around the bluenette, no, scratch that, Juvia is my world. She is my everything.
A sniffle, a sigh, and a tear wiped away completed the actions that lead to me placing the frame back upon the dresser gently. My eyes stared at the photo. Finally I fell back into the same position. Tears burst out, no warning this time.
Even Gray had captured her very heart. The one person I had ever fallen for; her heart had to be taken away by my own blood. The love of my life was stolen from me without even a sign, a warning, or a simple notice.
Gray was someone I could never be. I knew that. I learned to cope with it, but today, I felt like myself and only me. For only a brief moment. I didn't not feel as though I was simply Gray's brother. No, I felt like I was Lyon. I suppose that only in fiction do such things occur.
But this is no fiction. This is reality.
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Lucy's POV
I shivered as the bitter winds of autumn picked up. I hugged my jacket closer, not bothering to zip it up. I blew out a breath as I crossed the street to get to Gray and Lyon's house. I needed to fix this.
Whatever Lyon was feeling, I caused it, so I must fix it. I saw pain within those onyx eyes of his. I know how it feels to be broken. Especially the kind of broken I saw in his eyes.
I finally reached the two story house, my hand balled into a fist as it stretched out to knock upon the wooden door. I shut my eyes as I took in a shaking breath. My fist came in contact, with a swift move of my wrist, I knocked three times. I waited patiently for the door to open. Fear slowly breaking through my barriers.
The door opened and my breath was caught in my throat.
OoooO
So? What do you all think?
Sorry if it is short, and I left it at a cliffhanger.
Also, I apologize if I made Lyon a bit too OOC. But I've always seen him being this broken, especially whenever he sees Juvia fawning over Gray. I also see him being quiet strong for telling Gray that he'd give up, even though Gray really doesn't have feelings towards Juvia in that way. (In my opinion...) I really think he shouldn't have... So please avoid the "Drama Queen" comments. Thank you.