My family scares me... like no joke. My mother is friggin insane and my father and sister are not far behind. I swear they are in secret clown cults or something. TOld my sister she was a creeper. Her respons, "Hiiiisssssssssssssssssssssss... BOOM!" Darn you minecraft video addiction... sigh. My sis is sad, really.
You know something sad? My life used to be anime, anime, sleeep, manga, school, anime. But now its just fanfiction, sleeep, school, desperate attempt to find a new anime to watch. Fairy tail will not leave my mind. But then again, thats not too bad. Oh well.
"Are all the preparations in place?" Jude asked sternly. The butler nodded, "Yes sir," He said. "Everything is as you requested."
"When will he arrive?" He absent-mindedly leafed through a small stack of papers on his desk, waiting for his servant to answer.
"Soon, sir. We were told a half-month's time at best."
"Half a month?" Jude's outrage at the time frame was evident through his voice.
"Yes sir," The butler replied smoothly. "They claim they have matters to attend to before the union can be finalized. They ask for our patience in the matter. Do you wish to search for another candidate, sir?" Jude waved him off, easing back into a relaxed position on his large leather chair. "That will not be neccesary, Caprico. It may take that much time to convince Lucy dear of the idea. See to it that she is informed post-haste. She must be ready to be fetched in two weeks. The wedding will take place in three."
Caprico nodded and bowed slightly, his large form balancing gracefully. "Of course, sir. Will that be all?"
"Yes Caprico, you may go." Jude waved him away, turning his full attention to the papers on his desk. Caprico nodded, raising himself from his bowed position and turning towards the door. Once outside he marched hurriedly to the nearest phone.
He picked it up smoothly, his face betraying none of the uneasiness he felt. Quickly he typed in a number, waiting as the line connected. "The Black King has made his move" He said, "The Knight will advance in a half month, the Check in two weeks, and the Checkmate in three."
His message delivered he hung up the phone, hopeful that the man he put his trust in would follow through in the protection of the White Queen.
Jellal placed the phone back down on the white pedestal. He smirked.
Two weeks, huh? That should be more than enough time.
He picked up the reciever once more, punched in the number, and waited.
"Master Sting." A pale haired woman called. "You've been summoned to Fiore for an arranged marriage by your parents. They say you have a half-month to decide."
Sting looked up from the television to cast his maid, Yukino, a slightly bored but intrigued look. "Do you have a picture of her?" Yukino riffled through the ruffled pockets of her short maid outfit for a moment before pulling out a shiny photograph from her left apron pocket. "Here, Master Sting."
He took the photo and cast a peircing glare all over the blonde captured on it's surface. In a flash he stuffed it in his pocket, turning to Yukino he said, "I accept. Tell my parents I will leave immediately." He rushed out the door to his room, stuffing a few items in a bag before returning to the foyer and rushing out the door to the private jet.
"I'm leaving now." He called as he hopped in the pilot's seat, donning the typically bulky headphones and sleek black shades, flipping switches and dials as he prepped for take off.
Yukino waved from the window as the small plane zoomed out of sight. One gone, she dialed up the Heartphilia's, informing them of his quick arrival.
"Hello again Caprico." She greeted the elder butler sweetly. "Yes, I'm afraid our Young Master took less time than his parents had anticipated. He should be ariving shortly. Thank you, Goodbye to you as well."
Erza gazed intently at the man that now stood infront of her. "Are you certain of this?" She asked calmly, fighting desperately to fight the panic that bubbled just below her stoic features. The man nodded. "I'm afraid so, Erza. I couldn't tell you much over the phone but my information is without a doubt valid."
She began to pace the perimeter of her room slowly, allowing the information to sink in. If what he said was really true then she had no time. "What do we do now, Jellal?" She asked the blue-haired man. "How can we help her?"
To this Jellal sighed, his eyes dropping a few feet and his head tilting slightly to the side. "I really am truly regretful to only bring you bad news, but I have yet to find such a thing. Her father's influence is vast, making escape dangerous and difficult."
"Can we not fight him?" Erza demanded, her patience running thinner than ice in August. "Surely we can at least stand up to him."
Jellal sighed again, his eyes reflecting the pain of being unable to help. "I'm afraid the same influence that makes escape impossible, also makes retaliation suicide. The only person who could stand up to him noow is Lucy herself. And even then he may not listen to her. I believe she's succumbed to the idea that him finding her and taking her back is inevitable. What with her first runaway attempt ended in her becoming deaf."
Erza nodded. "You could be right." She opened her mouth to speak again but was cut off my the loud ring of something in Jella's pocket. Holding up a hand to the redhead, Jellal pulled out his cellphone and flipped it open. He cast the caller's name a wierd glance. Hitting the talk button he held it to his ear, "Hello?" He said uncertainly.
"We have a problem." The worry hastened voice of Jude Heartpilia's most trusted butler filled his ear. "The Knight may be moving sooner than expected."
"How soon?" Jellal became slightly flustered, this was most definitely not good.
"Today." Came the man's hurried response. "Tomorrow at the latest."
Watched a new anime yesterday called Amnesia. Good, but uber confusing. Chickie (She hasn't even been given a name yet) Keeps waking up with amnesia, finding out one of her guy friends is her boy friend, regaining some memories, then getting in another accident in which the process continues, only with different dudes. The memories keep building and confusing the hell out of the poor, soft spoken, nameless, chickie. Poor chickie. But the dudes are hot. Oddly dressed, but hot.