Hello! Back from the dead with another chapter!
Finals week has been killing me so I decided to be artsy today.
Please be sure to leave a review, it helps out a lot! 3
Take care, lovelies!
-LaceyCrumpets
**Song: Back to Black by Amy Winehouse**
Juvia POV
Seats were filled with snobby rich people all over with their rattling jewelry and chattering teeth. Seera had reserved a VIP seat in the front of the Kit Kat Klub, as she wanted me to see her progress as a performer. Ever since I had gotten into her life, Seera blossomed into something better, something more potent to her nature. Toxicity has a long lasting effect but I was certain that I was the anecdote to her downfall. Two large men in black suits greeted me at the door scornfully until I presented them with a matted black ticket with a silver lining across it. They apologized mindfully and one of them escorted me through the seating area all the way to the front. Incredibly, the VIP persona did not seem as snooty or close minded as the rest of the velvet crowd. They looked at me as one of their own, as the same side of a coin. I reluctantly took my seat, and looked to the man seated to my left. A sharp nosed fellow with sleek black hair and devious faded green eyes. His scaly snake tattoo swirled all around his arm as if it were alive, probably some magical tattoo. "Enjoying the view, darling?"
The slithering rasp voice caught my attention. I looked up to see the man catching me gawking at his arm tattoo. "I.. I've never seen such a life like tattoo.. pardon my staring." I responded with an intimidated whisper. He chuckled and said, "The name's Sylvester, most people know me as Cerberus." "Cerberus?" I questioned, "Like the mythical dog with three heads?" "Yes," Sylvester spoke in surprise of my knowledge. "Pardon me for asking, but why that name? For yourself, I mean." He smirked then turned his gaze to me and took a quick breath. "Well," he paused. "You see, there's two types of people in this world. Ones who enjoy the limelight and those who shine the light. However, those who have the limelight can't shine without those who take care of the light, make sure its nice and shiny and bright. Those who lurk in the darkness and work behind the scenes to make sure everything runs smoothly."
I nodded, still confused. "Okay.. well how does that name apply to you?" I asked, disregarding if it sounded disrespectful or not. He smiled genuinely as he looked at me again. "Well, Miss..?" "Juvia." "Well, Miss Juvia, a Cerberus is a multi-headed dog or animal per say, however did you ever stop to think what else makes up the animal other than its heads?" I shook my head. "Ah, now it is said that a Cerberus has the claws of a lion, a mane made of snake scales, and a serpent for a tail." As he finished his sentence, the snake tattoo swirled around his entire arm to prove his point entirely. "So.. you're the behind the scenes? The lurker in the darkness?" I whispered. Sylvester blinked slowly as confirmation as he took his attention to the front. The lights faded down as I was still dumbfounded by this man's brilliance. The show was starting.
Lyon's P.O.V
Walking smoothly across the boardwalk with my hands in my pockets, I couldn't help but feel guilty. I didn't want to think that Seera was a part of the underground crime organization. She was too free spirited to be tied down to such lowly activities. I wanted to help the desperate child, she seemed lost and yet so carefree. She appeared to me as a fiery little sister of some sort, someone I had to look after constantly. Perhaps I can convince her tonight after her show to stop these shenanigans. Ah, I need a drink. This Cerberus better pray that I don't find his sharp nosed ass. I finally arrived at the huge neon sign that read "Kit Kat Klub" in shiny red and purple letters. Two large men smirked confidently as I approached them. "No free walk ins, bub." One growled with a gruff voice. "Beat it." I reached in my pocket and revealed my matted black ticket with a silver line. They're eyes widened as the one who spoke cleared their throat.
"Right this way, sir." He mumbled as he walked in front of me. I followed cautiously, not trusting the environment around me whatsoever. It was a large theater, filled with wealthy people that might as well have been made of gold and silver. I couldn't understand why people would want to be so artificially made with no sense of humanity left. "Here." The bouncer pointed to an empty seat in the front row. I thanked him as I sat down; he trudged away without a word. With such glamour of theater, all I could think of is what type of trouble was Seera really into. The lights dimmed immediately. The microphone boomed with announcer's voice with a soft piano in the background, "Ladies and gentlemen, it is our sincerest pleasure to invite you on a journey of salacious and juicy allure that is the Kit Kat Klub. The Lady…awaits you." With that, the large velvet curtains opened to reveal a grandeur piano with a beautiful woman in a shimmery silver dress laying upon it. She began to sing, her voice still rings in my ears till this day.
He left no time to regret, kept it wet, with his same old safe bet
Me, and my head high, and my tears dry, get on without my guy
Curious, why would a high society crime lord want a theater to begin with? Its public and easily accessible, makes no sense.
You went back to what you knew
So far removed from all that we went through
Unless he is doing to show off the amount of power he has and how he is untouchable, but he could do that in a number of ways. So, why a theater is the question?
My odds are stacked
I go back to black.
Easy access without cops? No. Smuggling? Perhaps. Intel? Maybe. Some sort of communication perhaps? But, what way would they communicate through a theater so publically? They can't just go up and make announcements to the entire theater without the police knowing their every more.
We only said goodbye with words. I died a hundred times
You go back to her and I go back to..
I go back to..
Unless they're using some sort of code? Using a code word for everything would be kind of difficult though. Maybe just a description of what they were supposed to be doing, maybe just a few words are coded. Now, how to get that code out.. then it hit me.
I go back to us
I love you much
The songs. The songs are the codes.
Gray's POV
"I hate this fucking fish town!" I hollered taking out clumps of shrimp out of my hair as I walked through the crowded marketplace. I try to do something nice for someone and it ends up all fucked; Jenna better pay me well for this. You would think getting information in this town would be a piece of cake considering how small and remote it is. Nope, these people are as quiet as mice and some of them are just ravenous like rats.
FLASHBACK
As soon I get to Holy, I started my work. Reeked of fish here, couldn't help but gag by the overwhelming smell. I walked into the closest bar to get any information about Seera and this town in general. It was a rather large bar with rowdy customers and suspicious characters. I make my way to the bartender, asking for a beer. I sat for a second to catch my breath. I couldn't really get over what I did to Lucy nor could I think neither me or her could forgive me. Must I really be a piece a shit all the time? I gulped down some the beer. "But, even what I did to Luce could never compare to what I did to Juv—" I started choking on the beer I was attempting to chug. Coughing and spattering, the bartender laid a glass of water in front of me. I nodded as my gratitude and drank it down. After my episode, I closed my eyes with remorse. "I deserved that," I thought. "I deserve far worse than that."
Just then, two grubby looking guys walked into the bar and sat on the stools in the left of me. Both ordered drinks and started chatting; I couldn't help but eavesdrop on their conversation. "Aye, you hear Seera's gotta performance tonight?" The bearded one said. "Yeah, boss says it's a big announcement. Says everyone gotta be there." The bald one replied snickering. "Something big is going down Donny, and I gotta feeling it ain't good." The bearded man said sternly as his guzzled down his drink with no repentance. "Excuse me," I spoke up as they both looked at me anticipation. "Where is this Seera performing exactly?" Donny mean mugged me as he spat out "What's it to ya, Spikey?" I shrugged off the insult and replied, "I just have some business with her." They both got up abruptly and surrounded me. "Oh yeah?" Said the bearded man. "Well, then you've got business with us. bub."
END FLASHBACK
I gave those two assholes a good ass whooping and got the exact location of Seera's perfomance: The Kit Kat Klub. I felt confident, walking out the bar with a strut. That was only when a heaping three pounds of fucking shrimp was accidentally dumped on me from an above window. I still feel them all over my body. I shivered. Anyway, I had a destination set finally. I arrived at the Kit Kat Klub just in time for the performance. Two bouncers guarded the entrance like some type of treasure was inside. I didn't really want to cause a scene, so I decided to scope out the building. I found an alleyway and a ladder. Perfect.
The roof surely won't cause too much of a scene if I pick and choose my time to move. Now, how to convince Seera to come back with me was the real question. For now, I only had a plan to get to her. Multiple windows were set onto of the roof and I had a clear shot of the entire theater. I plopped one open and looked down to the stage to see saw a girl with flowy red hair performing. That's gotta be Seera. I scoped out for any guards and something caught my eye. In the front row. Something blue. My vision got blurry. I felt like I was going to puke out my organs and my heart. There. There she was. I was sweating beads. I couldn't feel my pulse. That was her. My hands were numb. That shade of blue I could never forget. I felt dead but alive. I uttered her name as I felt myself falling unconscious.
"J..J..uv..ia.."
I felt myself fall.