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"Alright you lazy scoundrels, let's keep moving!" The boss was always so abrasive in the evening. Sheesh, we all just had dinner; cut the crap. I started hauling the boxes and equipment quicker to ease everyone's tired souls. I was exhausted myself but I wouldn't want to be the reason everyone was behind schedule. After all, it wasn't that hard of a job anyway. As I was lost in my thoughts, I noticed a strange object moving at us at top speed from the water. I didn't move for a moment and just stared, wondering. A few seconds later, and a few crashes later, I saw it was a strange tall man with snow white hair that had nearly destroyed the whole dock.
I retaliated quickly, grabbing him by the collar and slamming him on his ass. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" I said furiously. I felt the man come to his senses at my gesture as he watched a chicken trot away. He got up quickly and spun around, only to stop abruptly. He stared for a while. As it got uncomfortable, I grew impatient but the curiosity burned me on the inside. He finally got the courage to speak, but still in a stammering tone. "Juvia.. Lockster?" Strange. He knew my name, hell he knew me! "Yeah, what of it?" He seemed baffled by my reaction to him recognizing me. "It's me, Lyon. Lyon Vastia." Lyon? He seems familiar.. Ah! Yes! From the Grand Magic Games, Lamia Scale.. "Yes, ah, I do remember. From the Grand Magic Games, Lyon Vastia." I replied awkwardly. I would rather not be reminded of anything from my blundering past. I winced, wanting to leave him and the conversation at that. He eyed me with a soft expression before saying: "I can leave if you would like, Juvia, although I am curious as to what you're doing here." I looked up at him, exasperated. Jeez, I was an open book. I slowly placed my hands on my hips. "Well, I am on the job right now and besides, your stupid ass ruined almost our entire shipment." I said harshly to cover up any emotion that I may have been exposed. "I apologize for the commotion-" I interrupted, being as stern as possible. "Congratulations, guess who has to clean it up. And quite frankly, I don't appreciate your earnest interest in my choices." I didn't want to explain my whole life story to some weirdo who happened to be a crazy fan girl over me. Although, I should be understanding of that the most..
Whatever, this is not the time to be sympathetic. I've grown too strong to be pulled away by the tides of my past. I gave him a cold look, wanting him to leave but verily, he persisted like an idiot. He smiled, his eyes becoming softer as he realized my forceful composure of bitterness. "I don't mean to pry into your personal life, seeing as you are inclined to interrupt me in any case of me mentioning anything about your past. I do sincerely-" I interrupted again, brutally pushing his buttons as his brows furrowed. "Keep you sentiments under your pity, where they belong. Like I've said before, I don't have time for you seeing as you were compelled to demolish everything in sight for the satisfaction of your greedy hunger." He finally snapped, losing his gentlemanly edge. "If this place didn't serve anything but damn, putrid fish I wouldn't have been so inclined to disturb her highness at busy work." He retorted. I was beyond irritated. "Do me a favor and get hell out of here." I spat. He hesitated, studying me carefully. I attempted to be intimidating, burying my sight into his. This failed, seeing that he was a foot taller than me. He towered over me, returning the flaming stare. I hadn't realize how close we got to one and another, neither of us backing down. This bastard had some guts, I'll give em' that. I must admit, the older Juvia would've coward away, allowing him to know every detail of my situation and be as kind and nurturing as ever. No. No. This was different. I was different. Everything is different. I couldn't lose to the likes of him, especially as he was so similar to- "Oye! Juvia!" A voice called behind, this imbecile, interrupting my thoughts.
It was the man, the man with the sea green eyes whose named escaped me. Lyon was unmoved by the call. The man jogged over to us, as he stepped over the tarnished supplies and looked around, confused. "Uh, what exactly happene-" Lyon turned around to the man with a charming smile and spoke without missing a beat: "Hello, good sir. I am with the Harbor Inspection Association and I am here inspecting harbors and docks to ensure the safety of the crew and others." I stood there stunned, unable to utter a word. The man stared at him as well, caught completely off guard but moved by Lyon's words. "Unfortunately," He continued. "I have noticed a hazardous region on this dock. I have spoken to your harbor master and he explained that I could give orders to the workers myself to complete the task at hand. And so, with that being said," Lyon pointed to the sea green eyed man as his smile faded and his expression turned gruesomely dark. "You and the other men will clean this mess up this instant or I will have no recollection of you when I send in The Cleaners to do the dirty work. Of course, they're are many people that are capable of doing this job, so what should that mean if you were accidentally.. hm how should I put this.. unfit for duty?" The green eyed man shuddered under Lyon's threat. "Y-yes, sir! W-we'll get on it right away!" He shouted before racing toward the other men. I expected that man to be dense, but I had never seen him so cowardly, he completely shattered the manly outlook I had on him. Lyon gave the men a stern look before turning around, all of them flinched under his gaze. He looked at me and all I could do was stare in awe. Lyon was utterly amused by the entire event that took place, a comical grin took place of his serious stone face from before. He shrugged before saying: "Problem solved." He swiftly put his hands in his pockets and walked past me, allowing the situation to sink in a bit further. I snapped out of my trance and spun around as I watched him leave, wanting to say something to him. Perhaps to thank him. Thank him? For what? Getting me out of work? Perhaps so.
Even then, he was very manipulative. Persuasive, using his winning complexion to peruse people into doing things for him. I finally mustered up the audacity to speak. "I-" "We'll meet again, Juvia. In due time, seeing as.." He stopped and looked over his shoulder at me, his perfect white hair lying comfortably on his head , allowing his eyes to gleam under the sunset with lustful desire. "..you owe me." Almost on cue, the sun was gulped up by darkness as he continued walking, leaving me with sudden interest and intrigue. Just.. who was that man? "Juvia?" I heard a familiar voice behind me. The sea green eyed man spoke in a worried tone. "Did that inspector guy say anything to you?" I actually appreciated his worry for me, but was too caught up in my own intertwined thoughts to care, though I did take advantage of the situation. "Uh, yeah. He told me to uh go to the Harbor Inspection for employees to get a um yearly check up since my was long overdue." I was always a horrible liar, I needed to work on that. His expression turned easy as he nodded. "Kuzako!" The men yelled out. Kuzako turned around and quickly made his way back to cleaning up the debris of Lyon's tragic downfall against a chicken. Kuzako, huh? A strong name, for a coward. I'd come so far that my thoughts were even bitter. Sheesh. Something tugged at my heart however. Damn that Lyon. He reminded me of nakama, protecting each other through whatever means. I drank in the scene around me. Lamps and lights enlightened a soft scene of night life, as the workers finished up, thanking the sun for sinking itself into the darkness so they could relieve their aching bones. The shopkeepers eagerly closing up to join the nearby cafes and bars for live music and inexpensive alcohol. The water, of the water, was as black as my heart. Unknown. Distant. I had noticed this all from my walk off the dock, finally heading home, suffering from the yearning thoughts of just why she couldn't get rid of the image of Lyon. It wasn't infatuation, more of admiration. I didn't care for him, but perhaps a slight interest in him wouldn't hurt anyone.