Disclaimer: All characters mentioned below belong to Hiro Mashima.

Warning: Mention of death and murders towards the end-ish. I tried to keep it as light as possible.

Knightwalker heard a light tapping on her door. Could that be… She growled. The prospect of getting up from the solace frame of her mattress peeved her so she ignored it. After several minutes, the knocking turned into an upbeat rhythm that relentlessly pounded on the door. The redhead finally rose from the comfort of her bed and opened the door.

It was the King.

"Hello, Captain Knightwalker." His eyes wandered on her skimp clad figure and rubbed his throat. "Your Majesty, are you all right?" He merely nodded, speechless at the moment. "It's late at night and I am trying to get some rest, so please return to your chambers." He pursed his bottom lip forward sullenly. "I can't sleep." The Captain could just predict what will happen next. This has been transpiring for the past couple of weeks, and she had a feeling that his "insomnia" was just one of his schemes. He slept fine in her opinion. An exasperated sigh escaped her lips, but nonetheless, granted him access to her quarters. The King jumped to her side of the bed and soon after turning the lights off, she followed.

"Stay on your side, understood?" She warned and flipped to her side, facing opposite from him. "Understood." Once settling in the covers, she heard some rustling and movement from the other occupant of the bed. Knightwalker felt an arm coil around her waist. He buried his face into her silky scarlet tresses and inhaled deeply. A content smiled creased his lips.

"Erza."

"What?"

"Tell me story." Like a child, he spoke in a carefree manner. "How about an event from your past." Her body went rigid. "I don't have any stories to divulge since most of them aren't pleasant." And it was the truth. Her "stories", the scars of her past, wasn't something she could simply narrate as a doting fairy tale, because they were anything but one. Sensing her discomfort, he tightened his hold on her. "Fine." It was quiet again and they remained cuddled against one another, each listening to the rhythmic beating of their hearts. But sleep was eluded their consciousness and instead, an awkward atmosphere mocked the pair, riling them wide-awake.

Wanting to fill the silence, Jellal spoke first. "Captain, how about your first meeting with Sugar Boy and Hughes. You three are quite a motley crew and surely your meeting wasn't too gruesome." She was quiet and with her back against him, he thought she had dozed off. "Why would that information interest you?" Knightwalker asked. He chuckled and the soft tremors that encased his hard form had a perplexing and yet, soothing effect on her own tired body. "Everything about you interests me. So how did you three meet?"

The redheaded Captain spun her body so that she was facing him. "Well, if you must know, for Hughes, I nearly hacked off his hand for attempting to pickpocket me. He was a common thief back then, but I saw something in him. If one can describe that something, it was a kind determination of some sort. He's still an idiot though, albeit a sufficient idiot. Don't tell him I said he's sufficient." Her last remark induced an affectionate grin on his lips. "Sugar Boy, what about him?" Knightwalker chose her words carefully.

"Sugar Boy." She began. "He was a mere foot soldier when he found me as a child, straddling over the corpses of my village's murderers." His breath hitched and in the dark, he gently reached for her mouth. "Erza…You don't have to press on." She nudged his hand away. "I followed those brigands and even though I was aware that they were twice my size, I proceeded. During nightfall, when they laid camp near the wreckage of my village, I waited until they fell asleep."

"I slit their throats with my dead father's knife and while confusion surrounded them, I carried on, my body moving on its own. All the while, the only thing I could hear were the pleading voice of my mother as she hid me, followed by her anguished screams, and then the…" Knightwalker's voice cracked. "And the…" He wrapped his arms around her. "No more, Erza." She evened her breath. More than a decade has past and the memories that were buried in the inner depths of her mind had resurfaced. She clenched her eyes close, but no tears would flow and her eyes were dry as the rainless desert.

"You asked, so I answered." She uttered breathlessly.

"Forgive me." Anger encroached his very being. He was mad at himself for bringing it up. Stupid, stupid. "I'm sorry."

"You already said that." The King couldn't see her, but despite that, he could envision her blank expression, riddled with the pain in her eyes. "It doesn't matter. Past is past. However, I did tell you that my stories weren't pleasant." He placed his forehead on hers.

"Erza." His sweet breath teased her skin. "Jellal." She pressed her lips on his, and he gladly allowed her to lead in their dance.

I have a feeling I might not be able to update next Wednesday, but since next week is the week of Valentine's day…just keep a look out for an update. I might upload something.

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