OMG YAY! 12! SO Amnesia is over and I still have no fudgin idea what the main character's name was. No name. None. Not one.
"Jellal," Erza said calmly as the schitzophrenic (Did I spell that right?) placed the phone back in his pocket, looking like he'd seen a ghost.
"We may have a problem, Erza." He said calmly.
Lucy stirred in her sleep. Turning to the side she reached her hand out for the clock that usually sat by her bed. Feeling no such object she was forced to open her eyes, oblivious to the hustle made by her awakening.
Opening her eyes she saw five or so maids bustling about the large room that at one point she called her own.
"What's going on?" She called to them, one of the maids near her bed paused her step and called to another to fetch a translator. That wouldn't be necessary, of course, but if Lucy was to make her father believe she was still pitifully unable to communicate by regular speech a few sacrifices in her dignity would have to be made.
Soon a large woman with a stern expression marched into the room. Her hands were sharp and quick, spelling out a brief "My name is Maria."
Lucy nodded and responded with her own delicate and graceful, "Nice to meet you Maria. My name is Lucy." Lucy smiled and Maria's face remained stoic.
"I am your interpreter." She gestured. "You are to be married."
Lucy was slightly taken aback. Only slightly, she was always going to have an arranged marriage. The timing just surprised her. "To whom?" She gestured fluidly. "I would like to meet him before the ceremony if possible."
Maria turned to one of the maids, speaking quickly and harshly. The maid seemed uncertain but nodded slowly after a bit. They spoke a bit more and the maid rushed away at Maria's command.
"This maid has gone to see if you are able to visit with the boy." Maria answered. "You will dress now."
The maids that were bustling now came to lift her from the bed, walking her behind a screen where they began to change her, why Lucy didn't know. She had always dressed herself when she was living here. Perhaps her father thought she was worse than she was, or perhaps he didn't trust her.
She emerged from the screen dressed in the typical Heartphilia Estate wear, a full length dress with a corset and crinolines. A pink sash wrapped around her waist and tied into a large bow at her left hip. The dress itself was a lighter pink than the sash. Roses were scattered over the dress and her hair was pulled into a bow. Her face was done in light pinks and her lips glossed.
The dress was itchy and she couldn't breathe.
"This way, Miss Lucy," Maria signed to her. Too tired to argue, Lucy followed. They traveled down the hallway and turned into the sitting room. Maria entered first, Lucy following behind apprehensively. She really hoped her father didn't choose another perverted older man.
She was seated at a large burgundy sofa. On another couch of the same style sat a bleach blonde boy with a scar above one eye. The opposite ear was pierced and a smirk was painted on his face as his eyes traced over her in a way she didn't appreciate.
"Hello," He said. "My name is Sting Eucliffe." Lucy turned to Maria who was standing above her. Seeing her movements, Sting cocked his head. "Is there something the matter, Lucy?" He asked.
Lucy could've full well answered but her eyes remained placed on Maria, waiting desperately for a translation. Soon enough Maria complied, signing out his words. Lucy nodded and then smiled at Sting.
"Hello, Sting." She signed, her hands smooth through the air. "I am fine, just a little," She searched for the right word before settling for "Impaired."
Maria spoke what she signed and Sting's smirk began to slide from his face. "Are you serious?"
Lucy nodded. Sting became quiet, obviously comparing things in his mind. He seemed to reach a conclusion and stood. "Excuse me." He said. "I should be right back." That said he all but stormed from the room and down the hall to the room Lucy knew to be her father's study.
Slumping slightly in her seat, Lucy attempted to breathe normally, such actions limited by the thick piece of fabric binding her already toned stomach and rather large chest. Maria came to sit in the seat Sting abandoned.
"I believe you've just lost you're fiancée." She signed. "A pity, really."
Lucy shrugged. "I don't really care. If he doesn't want a deaf wife then that's his problem. I don't want an asshole husband." She signed back. Her movements were sharper, more angry.
Sting stomped right up to Jude and threw a finger into his face. "You never told me." He growled. Jude merely sent him a bored glance.
"Never told you what?" He said absentmindedly as he rifled through a stack of papers. This infuriated Sting and he threw a fist onto the surface of the desk, hard. "About Lucy," he clarified. "You never told me about her condition."
"Merely an impairment, I assure you." Jude responded, swatting Sting's fist from his desk. Sting stood straight. "That girl isn't impaired." He spat as he turned to leave.
"That is what my family would call damaged goods. Good luck finding her a suitable husband." With that he left.
Jude Heartphilia sighed. It was evident to him now that his useless daughter had now truly become of no value. She would be returned to that home in the morning.
Natsu rushed through the hallways of the residential wing as fast as his other senses would let him. He fell twice and was certain he cut his hand the second time. Rounding another corner he came upon Erza's room.
He knew it was early and she was probably still asleep but this was urgent. He threw open the door, surprised to find Erza was in fact awake. "Natsu?" She called the second he entered, not a trace of sleep in her voice.
"Erza," He panted out, trying his best to breathe before continuing on.
"Lucy's gone."
Sorry for the late update, although its not really that late, I had an allergy attack. Sneezing all over the place isn't fun at all. Even now I've got toilet paper stuck up my nose to stop my runny nose. Feels like that scene from She's the Man when he's got tampons up his nose for a nose bleed.