hello! here's another chapter!
i'm really excited, i've got a lot stored for us in these new chapters
buuuut, i felt bad for making you guys wait so here you go!
-laceycrumpets
Juvia P.O.V.
"Breathe.." he whispered. "Just breathe, it'll be over soon." His voice, so silky, so reassuring. A lull of soft music was barely audible as it struggled to be played on the record player. Sniffing the air, it was mixed with metallic and harshness. Something cold, was running down my stomach and legs. I couldn't understand why my breathe became so jagged, my vision slowly changing focus. I was being held in temperate arms, in complete bliss from the wicked world. I forced my heavy head to look at this savior of mine, only to see a glimpse of his raven hair. Shocked, I finally felt the spasm of ache in my abdomen. He noticed my discomfort and gave me a winning smile. His sight touched my face with such gentle ease as it scanned me slowly. Something sharp, something very sharp struck farther into my stomach, tickling my insides. I gasped and coughed for salvation. I tried with all my might to push him away with no avail. I stared at him with wide eyes, only for him to chuckle and brush a lost strand of hair from my face. His thumb continued to stroke my cheek as he whispered calming words to me. I began cringing in hurt and attempting to escape. "Shhh... please don't make this difficult.." I couldn't believe it. I didn't want to believe it.
He was killing me.
Gray was killing me.
I was dying.
I couldn't handle the never ending throb in my entire body. I closed my eyes, ready to sleep, ready for my eternal rest. Something told me to look at him, one last time. He finally finished the deed, he stole my soul and now he was here to destroy my psychical being. I picked up the dead weight of my head, allowing it to hang off my neck. I slowly opened my eyes, only to see something different. A white tuft. My eyes started to hub on the person's face. "Come now, Juvia." Lyon said smiling. "It's time to go." I didn't think the razor could deepen into my flesh any longer. I continued intensely gazing at Lyon as well as grabbing onto the last bit of life I had left. Crying, hurting, choking on the pain. Perhaps my mind was playing tricks on me. Perhaps Lyon was here to assassinate me. Suddenly, Lyon's figure shifted and morphed back into Gray. I wobbled, thinking the blood loss was finally getting to my head. Yet again, Gray morphed back into Lyon. It became like flipping a coin endlessly. They morphed into each other, continuously, endlessly, as if fighting for dominance. Both of them were smiling. They shifted and altered between each other, I heard them speak finally in unison. "Juvia.." I screamed.
I forced my eyes open and gashed my teeth together, only to be greeted by the white ceiling and dark stillness of my bedroom. I laid there, attempting to recover. I finally wound the courage to sit up and breathe. His poison still laid deep in my veins, I couldn't shake myself of Gray's treacherous clutches. I glanced at the clock, only for it to mock me and say it was on eight in the morning. I decided to prepare for the day, seeing as I wouldn't be able to sleep again. Walking to the bathroom, I brushed my teeth and admired myself in the mirror. It wasn't much, the bags under my eyes didn't compliment my sad blue eyes. I had gained a little weight back from when I first left Fairy Tail. I hardly ate, my ribs were visible as my cheekbones. Frail, it what I would hear from those who would pass by. Was I damned from the minute I started loving? I shouldn't allow for this to bother me. It was my day off after all. I should embrace the day, embrace whatever comes my way. Pulling on a white skirt and lavender long sleeve shirt onto myself, I slipped on some brown boots and headed out my apartment complex. I heard the usual yelling of the next neighbors, their kids were always misbehaving. Of course, being a teenager isn't easy at all. "Mornin'." spoke a voice so tasteless. I turned to look at the red headed woman with her arms crossed, leaning against the wall. I narrowed my eyes. "Seera, what did you do this time?" I asked with a sigh. " She grunted to herself before rolling her eyes. "I ain't do nothin'! I was just doin' my job!" She was slim, taller than me; Lanky, with fiery red hair and dirty brown eyes, always smelling of raspberries. I took a good look at her, the desperation oozing out of her frustrated state. She was a introvert, always to herself. Dirty, messy. "Well your job isn't exactly legal, Seera." She shrugged and said: "If it puts bread on the table then I aint got not problem doing it." I wasn't for her selling her body off to the buzzards that call themselves men.
I found Seera collapsed on the street from dehydration. People would walk past her as if she wasn't even there. I had never seen the dark side of this town until that day. I took her in, allowing her to rest on my couch and recover. We only talked briefly, she spoke in short sentences. A strong scent of raspberries flowed off of her body. I fed her and gave her fresh clothes, allowing her to indulge in the luxuries I thought everyone had. I decided it was only fair for me to allow her to sleep in my apartment for the night. She nodded rather anxiously as I asked her and went upon my business of getting ready for bed. In the morning, I hadn't expected her to leave so soon. Yet, I didn't know what she was doing on the side of the road anyway. Didn't she have a home? A family? I pushed away these thoughts, only allowing her to become another memory. I'd opened my wallet to observe my well deserved money had vanished. I screamed angrily, throwing my wallet down and going into the hallway of the apartment complex, looking viciously around. No trace of her was left. The old maid sweeping looked wearily at me and smiled. "You were a victim of one of those poor souls. Living at night, dying at day, never to be seen again. They seem to have never seen a sunrise in their dark dawn." I was livid, I guessed that was why no one picked her up off the street. She was probably a vulture in another life, I thought to myself. Angrily stomping back into my room and slamming my door, I heard a faint chuckle from outside my door followed by sweeping of a broom.
It wasn't until I saw her outside one night, talking to some strange man. He seemed to get aggressive with her and she tried to retaliate. A vengeful piece of my heart said to leave her, to deal with her own pain and agony by herself so she could learn. But then I remembered, a little lonely woman, who was always followed by the rain. I remembered the feeling of no others caring for you, or acknowledging your presence. I took no hesitation in almost wringing the life out of that man. She fell on her knees, begging for sanctuary. Begging for a way out. She asked me to kill her that night. I don't remember what fell harder that night;
the rain or her tears.
"Juvs?" Seera looked at me with sad eyes. I looked at her, shaking my head to get rid of the day dream I dazed into. I gave her a small sigh and took her hand gently. "Let's go, Seera. I'll fix this." She lit up like a firework, as she willfully followed me.
Perhaps, for once, I was someone's sunrise on a dark dawn.
At the police station, I stood in front of a gruff man, heavily built with a beard to compliment his difficult figure. He scratched something onto his note pad before looking up. "This has to stop, Miss." I held my breath, hoping he would be willing to assist in preventing turmoil for Seera, her raspberry scent filling the room. I met his gaze with sad eyes. He sat back in his chair and winced, breaking me off of his line of sight. This wasn't the first time Seera had been here. I saved her from jail two other times, this being the third. "Please.." I whispered. His eyes snapped back to me, a bit frustrated and flustered. He heaved a very heavy sigh, and spoke breathlessly. "Just.. this last time, Miss. The fee will three hundred jewels." I let out my breath with relief and anxiously grabbed my wallet to pay him. Seera, who was behind me leaning against the wall, let a sigh out which took all her pressures and stress into the air. I thanked him dearly, as he waved his hand. Seera had already been out of the door, as the man spoke for one last time." If anyone can change her, Miss, its you." I hesitated, and then nodded, quickly following her out of the door. I made my way out of the police station, only to see her figure in the distance, her hands in her pockets and her fiery red hair tussled onto her back . "Seera, stay out of trouble." I whispered. I felt lighter at that time, as I was starting my day on a much higher note than before. Walking slowly in the other direction, I caught a good whiff of raspberries resting in a nearby cart.
Lyon's P.O.V.
I indulged in the baked goods set out in front of me. Thankfully, there were no fish related tastes in anything in the bakery I settled into. And on top of that, they had my absolute favorite blueberry muffins in which I had bought the entire fresh batch they made. Naturally, people would give me strange looks as I sit at a table alone spoiling myself with two plateful of muffins. I did my best to ignore them as they didn't acknowledge that there stupid town was seafood ridden and one of my teammates ate nothing but that. I sighed blissfully. They decided to get back to the guild as I took my vacation time away from them here. The jobs here were high paying, so that was a plus anyway to my getaway. I guess pampering myself wasn't bad at all. I heard the little bell on the door ring as another customer walked in. I was too busy to care anyway. I heard them speaking to the baker, asking for a blueberry muffin for themselves. Hah, I thought, they were just a little too late on that one. I heard the baker proceed telling the customer that I bought all of them. I then heard multiple footsteps growing louder dashing toward me. A fist pounded onto the table, disturbing myself blissful paradise. A gasp followed by me hearing a silky bell like voice. "Lyon?" That beautiful sound. I was hoping this voice would repeat my name. I looked up to meet a pair of blueberries themselves as they rested in her lovely eye sockets. I shook my head to save myself from the trance this lovely demon was putting me in. "Can't a man enjoy his breakfast without being interrupted?" I grew a bit agitated, seeing as she thought she could just boss me around. "I'm concerned about the fact that you believe it is okay to take everything for yourself. Many people enjoy those poor blueberry muffins-" "Including yourself?" I spoke sarcastically, tilting my head to the side and taking a huge bite out of a muffin. Her cheeks puffed up as she grew impatient. She sat in front of me, awaiting my permission to enjoy one herself.
This was going to be a long day.
so that was it, i felt really bad for putting this story off and i really wanted to write more
but, i decided i kept you guys waiting long enough!
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