After Dark
By simsgal
This story is rated M and contains mature situations and references. The language used in this story as well as the actions may offend some. I am warning you now—continue reading at your own will. This story may contain spoilers so I wouldn't read it until after you finish the Grand Magic Games Arc, or Portal Thingy Thing Arc (You know what I'm talking about).
I do not own Fairytail.
Chapter Two- Her day on the Job
?- Thursday
Lieutenant Scarlet grunts as she sends the hanging bag another punch. Sweat is dripping down her face and she wipes it with her arm before swinging at the bag more. It was seven in the morning, and she didn't have to be in at work until eight.
The redhead loved going to the gym in the mornings to help her wakeup and meditate on things. Bickslow recommended the gym near her place, the one that he goes to on occasion if his usual gym is too packed. Since that day, almost every morning Erza stops by the gym before work. She gets there at six, works out a little, sometimes spars with others there, and then goes home to shower and goes to work.
The tall girl notices her phone light up and then it starts to vibrate and ring. Panting, she takes off her boxing gloves and goes over to the phone, looking at the screen before accepting the call. She places her hand on her hip and looks at a few others work out as she talks on the phone.
"Hey, Scarlet. Are you supervising the field work today?" a man's voice asks her. It was Laxus, the chief of the station.
"Yes, sir. I am until Detective Blendy shows up to assist Realight." She tells him, wiping her sweat away and drinking some water. Laxus makes a grunting noise of approval.
"Good. After that I need you to stop by the forensic lab and check out some stuff." Erza winces. She hated going to the lab—being around all of those corpses made her so nervous and frankly frightened her.
"O-okay." She says. Laxus snickers.
"What? Afraid of a few bodies?" she rolls her rich brown eyes and gathers her gym bag after putting her boxing gloves in.
"Ha, no. Be there in about an hour, Chief." Laxus closes the line and Erza is on her way so she can get home.
Once she gets there, she drops her gym bag on the floor by the couch and goes straight to the shower to wash off the sweat and dirt she worked up. The hot water cascades down her body, and she scrubs her face to feel further invigorated. She washes her hair with sweet-scented shampoo and rinses. After her shower she dries off, simply towel dries her long, red tresses, and puts it into a damp yet professional bun on top of her head. Going into her closet, she picks out simple grey slacks and a plain light blue button-up. She looks at herself in the mirror.
Erza always thought she was average. Not beautiful, but not ugly. She didn't feel like she was someone you would stop to look at on the street because they took your breath away. She thought brown eyes were plain and always wished they were blue. Smiling at herself slightly, she puts on mascara and chapstick, and then goes to her small kitchen so she can have her morning coffee and some toast.
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"Hey." Bisca goes up to her husband's desk and leans against it. "Whatcha working on?" his eyes are glued onto the screen. It was his day off and he was still determined on working. Asuka had been dropped off at school about an hour ago and the two were home alone.
"Just some stocks. Pretty boring but Samuel wanted to look over and balance it." Bisca pouts.
"It's your day off, come on let's do something." She whines, rubbing his shoulder which gets his attention. She notices he tenses up at her touch. She turns the chair and begins to straddle him in the office chair. "I'm so bored. Entertain me, Al." she whispers before kissing him. She moves his hands so they're firmly on her ass that's barely covered by her jogging shorts.
Bisca still had a very nice body—she enjoyed working out and had her own yoga studio downtown. At 34 her breasts were still perky and her butt was nice and firm. Alzack begins kissing back as she moves her hands to grip his face as they made out. He pulls away abruptly.
"These uh, stocks. Need to be balanced out." He tells her. She gives him a look and then looks at the computer screen, and the desk which is covered in files and books. She sighs.
"Are you kidding me?" he just looks at the computer screen. She shakes her head in disbelief. She gets off of him and crosses her arms. "School finally started and Asuka will be gone most of the day and you're going to fucking work? On your day off?" Alzack swivels back to the screen.
"Well, I have to work, okay? It's been a real load on my shoulders. This is important." He tells her as she scoffs.
"Important?"Apparently that was the wrong thing to say because Bisca's purple irises are now glaring. "Alzack out marriage is important. My sex life is important!" she states him as she looks up at her.
"I'm really busy right now, okay? Can we not do this this morning? Please? Can I just?" he gestures to the computer screen. Bisca, fed up goes behind the desk and unplugs the desktop.
"I hope you saved whatever you were doing, asshole." She then leaves their home office and goes into the bedroom and slams the door.
Fucking Alzack. Am I not sexy anymore? Am I getting old or something? The woman laments these things in her mind as she flops down onto the bed. She goes over to the vanity and looks at the wedding photo in a picture frame. She grins at it, and picks it up. She was so young—so curious and vibrant yet she wanted to be tied down with this man.
At the time his hair long, down to his neck and she probably weighed about ten pounds less. She puts the picture back in its spot and looks out the window. Maybe I am getting older. Boring; she sighs, thinking to herself. She sees a young girl jogging down the sidewalk and shakes her head.
Bisca and Alzack lived in the suburban part of Magnolia, that was about 45 minutes from downtown where the actual hustle and bustle was situated. Alzack preferred it, he didn't like getting caught up in a lot of things. Bisca herself liked the rush of the people, the constant chattering—it kept her young.
But now, she felt very worn and tried. She goes to the mirror and lifts up her shirt.
"I could lose 5 pounds." She tells herself, poking at her stomach. She then fingers at the ends of some of her emerald green hair. "Maybe a dye job." She continues poking and prodding at herself before deciding to go for a jog before heading to work. She walks past the office and Alzack is still working, more adamant than ever. "I'm going for a jog, sweet." she calls out, putting her tresses in a ponytail.
"Mhm, Okay." Is all he says.
"I love you." She says, opening the door.
"You too." Her eyes widen as she looks back in the direction of where the office is, down the hall. She goes out the front door and puts her music in before picking up a steady pace and jogging. She was actually quite active, so a jog was nothing for her. She thinks about what happened that morning so much her head begins to hurt.
You should lose some weight, dye your hair… Maybe get a boob job. Tan a little. Do something—you're so boring, Bisca. After arguing with herself in her head she stops at a stop sign to catch her breath and decides to make a call. The phone rings 2 times.
"Hi, thanks for calling Sakura Beauty, what do you need? This is Shae." Bisca bites her lip then sighs.
"Hi, Shae. I was wondering if you could fit in a wash and dye." The other end is a bit loud and you can hear laughing in the back.
"Hmm, oh yeah I have something open. Three, on Monday. Is that good?" the young man's voice rings. Bisca smiles and nods.
"That's perfect. Thanks so much—my name is Bisca B-I-S-C-A Mulan."
"Cool, great, See you Monday." The line ends and Bisca begins to jog back home. No more Mrs. Boring.
Jenny
The blonde yawns and tries to hide it. She had been at the site for about 2 hours and it was boring her to death. But she had to be there, per Laxus' orders. They were inside of Ultear Milkovich's apartment, where apparently the woman was found dead. Jenny walks up to an officer observing some notes left on the table.
"So, how long has this place been empty?" Jenny asks the young man. He looks up at her and blushes.
"Oh, uh well it says here that the only other occupant is on vacation in Ryuzetsu with her… fiance." Officer Conbolt speculates.
"Hmm… do we have a name?"
"Meredy Reese." She writes this down on her little notepad and then clicks the pen back in. "So with what we're getting at, it wasn't a romantic relationship between Reese and Milkovich?" Jenny asks him. He immediately blushes crimson and shakes his head.
"Oh, no. Here, I'll let you read these." He leaves the notes on the table and walks away quickly as Jenny snickers. He's adorable, she grins. The white gloves slip onto her hands and she picks up the letters and begins scanning it with her sea-blue irises. It wasn't adding up to her—there seemed to be some sort of relationship. More than a roommate situation. Maybe more of a sister-like bond?
"Detective Realight, in here!" she places the letters back down by the evidence number card and follows the voice that called for her.
"Yes, Milliana?" The young girl is in Meredy Reeses' room. It resembles that of a teenage girl, oddly, even though in the document she is said to be 21. Jenny sees what Milliana is gesturing at. The bed is unmade. "What the hell…. Milliana can you go get Sergeant Gryder?" she asks the young girl politely.
"Yes, Detective Realight."
"Call me Jenny." At this the brunette smiles and goes off to find her superior, ponytail swishing behind her. Who leaves for vacation without making their bed? She ponders. She squints and uses her glove to pick up a single blond hair from the pillow—it was long and slightly curled at the end. She places it in a small bag and holds it in her hand until she can give it to the forensic crew that would be there in half an hour. She observes more of the room. She goes over to the vanity and looks at some of the girl's pictures: a graduation photo with friends, a beach photo, they are all girls. There is a photo of Meredy and a young man. Jenny takes a picture of the latter with her phone and then props it back up, in the mirror.
"Yes, Realight?" Jenny swivels around to see Doranbolt Gryder standing in the doorway. She blushes at his presence, feeling young and foolish like Romeo. Doranbolt was 30 years old, and very attractive. He had a small scar on his cheek from an incident when he was a rookie. He had messy bedhead black hair, and mossy green eyes.
"Bed is unmade—found that really strange because most people like to come home to a clean house." She states simply.
"Hmm, that's true. She is supposedly on a vacation with her fiance?" he asks as Jenny nods. She reaches in her pocket for the small bag.
"Also, I found this hair on the pillow." She hands him the bag. He looks at it, and puts his gloves on before taking the strand of hair out of its confinement.
"Are you sure it's not yours?" He teases as she grins.
"Not with a split end like that." She chuckles before picking up the photo. "I have a feeling this is the fiance." Jenny adds as Doranbolt puts the hair bag in the bag and puts it in his pocket. In the picture, the young man has long, blonde hair down to below his shoulders that is messy and beach-like. He's tall, over 6 feet. He and Meredy wore matching dark blue swimsuits—his trunks and hers a simple bikini.
"Defintely blonde." He says. "You think it could be his hair?" Jenny shrugs.
"Why would he be here so recently?" Doranbolt's usually serious face turns into a joking one.
"Why do you think, Realight?" she glares at him playfully. "This girl is a babe." He snickers as she snatches the photo away.
"You stop, horndog." She begins to leave the room after placing the photo back.
"While we're at it, let's get the lab to check the sheets for suspicious stains!" he calls after her as Jenny just shakes her head at him, smirking.
Doranbolt Gryder has been working with the Magnolia's Criminal Justice for a long time and loved it. He was always offered higher positions but he always politely refused because he loved working with the new recruits. He said it made him feel young. Old coot, Jenny thinks while observing other people.
"Lieutenant Scarlet." Jenny nods at the slightly older woman respectfully and with a smile.
"Realight." The redhead replies. They begin to walk together through the living room. "How are things going here? Find anything?" Jenny's austere demeanor is back.
"Uh yeah, there were some notes on the table regarding Meredy's absence." Erza nods.
"Yeah, yeah, I read those—Milliana showed them to me."
"Went in the bedroom and found some hair on the pillow."
"Milkovich's?" Jenny shakes her head.
"No, it was in Meredy's room so I'm guessing it might be her fiance's. I gave it to Gryder so he could give it the the lab crew once they arrive." The blonde looks at her watch. "They should be here any minute." Erza nods.
"I'm stopping by there after here to look at the body."
"Yikes." They both simper a bit.
"I'm running for coffee, anyone want anything?" Sho asks. Jenny nods.
"Hell yes, get me a light sugar extra whipped cream chocco blend, thanks Sho." He nods and takes the seven bucks she gives him. Erza takes out a ten.
"Sorry, no change, Sho. Get me some cake pops." Sho smiles cutely at the two ladies.
"No problem, pretty ladies."
"Thanks Sho, you're the best." Jenny gushes. The young man then leaves to go to the coffee shop after getting more requests. A coffee could really boost her up right now.
Sherry
"Mm, Ren." Sherry pulls away from her boyfriend's kissing. "I have to get to the scene. Jenny says Erza is about to leave." The bronze-skinned man rolls his eyes and continues to kiss her any way, placing his dark hands on her pale thighs as she straddles him.
"Just." Kiss."Don't go." Another kiss. Sherry moans as he bites her lip. She then tries to get up.
"I wish I could stay but I can't this is important." She pouts, crossing her arms over her faded orange t-shirt and perky chest. "What do you want for breakfast?" she asks him.
"It's like, 11." He states with his same rude-sounding tone—even though he really isn't being rude. He just sounded like that. She curls some of his black, messy hair around her finger.
"What do you want for breakfast?" she asks him again. "Oatmeal?" he rubs his face but nods as she smiles at it. "Okay, I'll go make my baby some oatmeal." She talks to him in baby-voice.
"You better stop that." He warns. "Go." He tells her softly. As she gets up he smacks her ass, revealed in dark blue cheekies and then puts his hands behind his head and looks at the ceiling. He thinks about the first time he laid eyes on Sherry, and how he knew that she was perfect and that he wanted to be with her. He didn't show it, of course. Ren rarely let people see his sensitive side—only his close friends and family witnessed it, and of course Sherry Blendy, his girlfriend of two and a half solid, love and lust filled years.
Now of course they argue, but they always work it out—even though Ren is quite stubborn. After sighing, he finally gets up and goes to the drawer to get a t-shirt to put on with his boxers. He goes to pee, which seems like an eternity to him. He then goes into the kitchen and living room area, which was nicely furnished with both of their complimenting tastes. The couple lived in a nice townhouse about 15 minutes away from where Sherry worked and 30 from Ren's real estate office. He turns the stereo on so soft neosoul rings throughout the house. He leans on the counter and watches his beautiful girlfriend make them both breakfast. He loved her long legs, they were so lengthy and added to her model-like posture. Sherry was tall, about 5'8. She used to be very self conscious about it, but Ren loved every single inch of her, and he towered over her anyway at 6'1. He felt like they fit together perfectly.
The pink-haired woman notices her significant other staring and grins before putting some of her dark pink hair behind her ear. Ren goes around to put some coffee on the pot, reaching over the stove above her head to get the coffee liners. Her cheeks flush—his touches still made sparks run throughout her body, especially the accidental ones. After getting everything set up so they both have coffee with their oatmeal, Ren leans on the counter where the sink is, admiring her gorgeousness.
"You're gorgeous… you know that?" he mutters huskily to her. She giggles and goes to get bowls out of the cabinents.
"Mhm. You're incredibly amazing. Did you know that?" she asks back as they go to sit at the table. Ren laughs revealing a dimple.
"Of course." Sherry rolls her blue eyes and goes to get the butter, brown sugar, and milk to add taste. "Be careful at work today." He tells her sternly. Sherry liked when he got commanding.
"Yes, sir. You better sell some nice condos or something.
"Oh trust me, I will."
Levy
Levy wakes up a little after noon. Her eyes adjust to the light pouring in through the window and then she realizes she's not in her college dorm, but in her old bedroom. Sighing, she blinks at the white above her some more before rubbing her eyes and getting up. She goes to her suitcase and pulls out her bathroom stuff as well as clean clothes to wear, and she lays them on the unmade bed.
Once in the shower she washes her hair and scrubs her body clean—Levy loved invigorating showers. The small girls stands under the almost scalding water, and when she is done rinsing her hair the bathroom is steaming and smells like cotton candy.
Wrapping the towel around her body, she goes across the hall to her room and closes the door to get dressed. She puts on the blue t- shirt that showed a little of her stomach and the white shorts that stopped a little lower than mid-thigh. She simply puts her wet hair back in a matching headband and then goes downstairs where her mother is playing soduku and her father is sitting on the couch, reading the paper. Who still reads the paper? She wonders while huffing.
"Well, good afternoon, Leviana. Finally decide to get up?" her dad asks teasingly as she tries to hide her eye roll.
"Yes. Good afternoon." Her mother smiles at her.
"Baby we saved you some breakfast, it's in the microwave." The older woman tells her daughter. To Levy it feels oddly tense in the room. She shrugs it off and goes to eat her breakfast ham and cheese eggs as well as grits. Her mom always made the best breakfast. She heats up the food and goes to get herself orange juice. She leans against the counter and exhales as the microwave counts down.
"Shit." The small girl mutters to herself after the plate burns her hand. "Why are you so hot?" she sits the plate on the kitchen counter-island so she can eat alone. But, before she slides into the barstool, she goes towards the staircase but stops to listen.
"Levi you have to tell her. I think she needs to know." Another kid? Levy thinks. Poor him. she scoffs. But then she hears something else.
"Sona, she's going to throw one of her little hissyfits. You heard what she said last night." Father McGarden mumbles.
"Exactly, honey. She loves that school. I won't let you snatch her out of it." At this Father McGarden gives his wife a look, peeking over his glasses.
"You will not instruct me on what to do, Sona. I am the man of this house. I made the right choice for me, you, and my admiration for the Father." He snaps. Levy's eyes widen. "Besides, she was wasting away at that damned school. All she probably did was toss her body around and attend parties with filthy boys." Levy had heard enough.
"Enough!" Levy shrieks, hands on her hips as she glares at her father.
"Leviana, do not yell. Do not raise your voice." Her mother says, using her full name meaning she was serious. The blue-haired girl does not care.
"Stop beating around the damn bush and tell me what is going on." She spats venemously. Her father stands up, towering above her, newspaper still in hand.
"You will not talk to your mother or me in that tone! I knew sending you off to college would be a bad idea! You have gotten even more flippant than usual." He growls back. Levy says nothing. "From your attitude to those shorts! You even dress like a harlot."
"Levi-"
"Quiet, Sona. It is your fault, we could've had a son. Levi the II would've been a better child than you, he would obey me and walk in the path of god." Sona gasps and hides her face in humiliation, looking at the floor. Levy is pink faced. "But that's okay, Leviana because you won't be going back to that university.
"W-what? You cannot keep me from going to school! I worked hard to get there and I'm not leaving now!" she screams. Levi had enough. He takes the newspaper and smacks Levy across the face with it.
"LEVI!"
"Quiet, Sona! You will speak only when spoken to! Now go upstairs!" Like a loyal puppy, Mrs. McGarden obeys and trudges up the stairs, giving Levy a pitiful look. Levy holds her face and is about to run out of the house. "Go ahead, run. You always do, Leviana. But you'll end up right back here. You have no more college money. I invested it into the church so we can save others from damnation—Leviana you need to help yourself."
"I fucking, hate you." She sobs. "I love that school, daddy! How could you do that what will I do now?" her eyes begin to blur as she thinks of her roomate and her classes, and all the fun she has being away from home. She thinks of the library and the late night study sessions and the parties she has been to.
"I don't know. Figure it out."With that Levi goes upstairs and a door slams, leaving an upset and flustered Levy. She goes to grab her phone off of the kitchen counter and her keys and gets into her car.
She knows she shouldn't be driving in the hysterical manner she is in but she doesn't want to be in that house with a pushover mom who never speaks up and a highstrung oppressive dad. It takes her 3 times to get the key in the ignition but when she does she already knows where she's going.
Whould she even be able to finish her sophmore year? Would she be able to continue the semester, even? The thoughts of having to drop out because her parents used up her money tore her to pieces.
When she gets to the bar she slams her car door and hurries in.
She bumps into someone because her vision is so blurry. Levy falls down on her butt, and she stays on the ground and starts sobbing.
"Oh shit… are you… uh…" the man is mad and looks bewildered. "You should really watch where you're going." He says more harshly. Levy looks up at him and sniffles.
"Fuck off."she tells him before standing back up and pushing past him to go inside. The man just looks at her and shakes his head before going to his car.
What was that all about? He wonders. He gets a phone call.
"You need to come pick me up, Gajeel." The black haired man sighs and rolls his eyes.
"On my way, Wendy… how much did you get?" on the other line the young girl sighs.
"About 200." Her small voice says. Gajeel grins and then goes to his car. The sickos loved the young ones.
"Gihi, be there in 10."
?- 2:30 pm
"Okay, class. So after you solve the inside of your parenthesis go ahead and apply the exponent on the outside to the answer from the inside." The young teacher turns to face her class of bored and confused preteens.
"Wait… so how did you get 49?" someone asks. She sighs. These kids needed as much help as they could get. "Ms. Lockser this is really confusing." The voice sighs. It belongs to Asuka Connell. Juvia smiles at the 10 year old and goes over to her desk; there was a soft spot for Asuka and she didn't know why.
Of course, as a teacher she couldn't show favoritism or put one student over another. The blue-haired woman hoped it didn't show.
"Well, Asuka. What is the first rule of PEMDAS? Once you're down to basic operations?" The young girl thinks for a moment, before tucking some of her jet black hair behind her ear. Juvia gives her a hopeful look.
" Multiplying." Juvia nods and smiles cheekily.
"But there is no multiplication, so go ahead and divide this first part." Asuka writes out 54/4 on her paper and then inputs it into her calculator. "14."
"Right, good. So what is 14 divided by 2?" Asuka rights 7 next to her work. "Okay and what's 7 squared?"
"49." Juvia bumps her fist, and gets back up.
"You got it. Okay so I'll go ahead and collect the homework, pass it up to the front, make sure your name is on it. You guys have quizzes on Monday so please study. Ms. Lockser want to see A's and B's." Juvia tells them. Juvia collects the papers passed up from the front row. The kids then start packing up so they can go home. Juvia looks at Asuka and then sighs because the inevitable would soon happen.
"Bye, Ms. Lockser!" a student calls out to her. She grins cheekily.
"Bye, Tommy. Work on your exponents, okay?" he nods and she sits back down at her desk, getting ready to input grades. Each child files out one by one as their parent comes or to go to their bike or older sibling.
Asuka is packing her things into her purple backpack and grins when her dad comes in.
"Dad!" Alzack Connell smiles at his daughter and hug her.
"Hey, kiddo. How was your day?" he asks her.
"Good. Ms. Lockser helped me with my math today a lot." Juvia sees Alzack smiling at he and a pink hue crosses her milky face.
"Oh yeah, it was nothning. She goes over to Asuka and kneels down. "And don't tell but you're Ms. Lockser's star student." Juvia winks and whispers. Asuka laughs and tucks more hair behind her ear.
"Well, we appreciate it." Alzack says. Asuka begins digging in her backpack and then fishes out an envelope.
"Oh yeah! Daddy I have to go give this to Carla."
"Okay, make it quick bug. I'll wait here." He tousles her hair as she runs off to give another student the envelope. "Her birthday party. She's excited because she'll be 11." He informs the teacher. Juvia feels very tense in the room with him. She goes back to her desk and sits, crossing her legs.
Alzack can't help but look at how long and smooth they are, even when her skirt stops at a little below her knees. His eyes travel up to her blue head of hair that was up in a clip so long neck was prominent. He walks around the classroom, looking at a few pictures drawn by students. Juvia clears her throat.
"Uh, Juvia has to go. Meeting. It was nice seeing you. Juvia loves your Asuka." She always spoke in third and second person—it was quirky but no one minded it.
"She loves you too." He says following her out, trying to avert his eyes from her backside that looks nice in the skirt.
"Say hi to Bisca for Juvia." She says sweetly while locking the door to her classroom.
"Will do." Alzack replies. Juvia smiles at him then walks off towards the other door down the hall. She lets out a breath she didn't know she was holding as she opens the door and plops down into the conference room. "There you are kid. Let's go home." Alzack says to his daughter before they leave the school buidling.
"Carla says she's coming." Asuka states excitedly.
"That's good. So you want ice cream?" Alzack didn't have to ask, he already knew the answer as he pulled up to the ice-cream stand.
"That'll be one birthday cake and one vanilla, please."
Chapter Two/
Okay so that marks our ending for chapter two. There are still MORE characters that will be in the main loop. I wrote these chapters as a kind of sample to see if you guys like it. I want at least 5 reviews discussing any quirks, good things, bad things, anything. Encouragment would be good.
I just don't want to get to into this story and then it flops, you know what I'm sayin? HahaHAHAHA
Anyway
The ages are kind of everywhere for this. I will put who I've mentioned so far, not in order of age just listing their age ranges.
Kids: (10-11) Asuka, Carla
Late Teens: (18 and 19) Wendy
Early Twenties: (20-23) Milliana, Sho, Meredy, Lucy, Levy, Romeo, Plue, Virgo
Mid Twenties: (24-26) Juvia, Jenny, Unknown Man from Diner, Cana, Hibiki, Gajeel, Sting, Angel
Late Twenties: (27-29) Erza, Ren, Sherry, Bacchus, Bickslow
Early Thirties: (30-33) Aquarius, Laxus, Doranbolt
Mid Thirties: (34-36) Bisca, Alzack
Forties: Sona McGarden 43, Levi McGarden 46
That's all. Next Chapter should have some review replies when I read them.
-Simsgal