"Ugh, Gray... you know I don't want to tell you."
"I can tell you if you tell me."
"Just think of something in general! What you would do for the average male."
"Tell me, and then I'll tell you."
"Why are you so intent on knowing?"
"Why are you asking that? Just tell me!"
"Not until you tell me why you wanna know."
"....because... I-I'm......"
"You're what?"
"...............I'm..... jealous."
"WHAT?! That's the most.... moronic thing I've heard all day. I half don't believe you, Fullbuster."
He pulled me in and almost kissed me.
Somebody chose the exact perfect timing to walk into Gray's room.
It was Zeref.
~-~-~
I pushed Gray off and left.
Zeref turned around. "Silver?"
~-~-~
"Words can't express my anger, Fullbuster. I swear, as soon as Erza's gone, I'm poisoning you."
He leaned back. "Geez. You didn't care before when I kissed you."
"Didn't care?! I practically knocked you out. I could tell it hurt. A lot."
"Not really. OK, maybe a little. Plus, I didn't even kiss you. You're too touchy."
I went silent.
"He walked in, Fullbuster."
"Who? Zeref? Wait.... you said you liked..." He stopped. "You like... Zeref?"
"What-- just a little."
He mumbled something about idiots.
"Not like... to the infatuation point. Just, like, the tiniest crush."
Somebody poked his head into the room. "Silver? Can I talk to you?"
"Uh... sure?"
~-~-~
"Uh, I just wanted to say, well...... sorry. I guess my actions were the slightest bit rude and shocking yesterday... I'm awfully sorry. It's fine if you do not want to talk to me. I won't be surprised if you avoid me... for multiple reasons. You can leave, if it's to your preference." Zeref murmured.
I swung my arms around him. "It's fine, it's so okay."
"W-what are you---?"
I let go, looking the slightest bit like a ripe cherry. "Sorry. I'm going to talk to Jellal."
"Tell him... tell him I'm sorry. I c-can't talk to him."
~-~-~
Jellal quietly chewed his lip until a cut formed and started to bleed. He licked off the blood and said, "Silver, Zeref has changed since I had an experience with him. He's less emotional... more gentle, more forgiving.... in fact, it seems the evil had been... erased. But something is pulling my mind. Something's wrong. I don't know what... but something's been cast on him. Something that makes him less dangerous... yet... more dangerous. He feels more... humane emotions. Not dark, destructive feelings that make him glorify the gift of 'human life'." He rubbed his lip. "Silver, I must warn you... it isn't the real Zeref you're falling in love with."
"I'm not-- OK. I believe you, for now, Fernandes."
"Ah. Did he- excuse me for asking -say anything in particular?"
"Well... he said he was sorry, he couldn't tell you, so he just told me to. I know your past. I would apologize, too. But don't go despising Zeref just for it."
Jellal stood up and vaporized the chair he was in. "Tell him my past won't change. I don't care who he is now. I killed one of my closest friends because of him. Tell Zeref... it's too late. I'm getting revenge for what he did to my life." Jellal clenched his fist. "I'll kill him if I have to."
~-~-~
Like a slow-moving stone, I walked to my room. "This is so, so bad. Someone just kill me."
"Now, now, nobody's going to harm your fragile personage."
"Fullbuster... you get out of my-- hey, who're you?"
It was a young boy with dark teal-gray hair, one startlingly beautiful blue eye, and an eye-patch over the other eye. He was dressed fancily, his hair perfectly combed, his face washed, and completely flawless from glossy black-silk eye-patch to shining polished dress shoes.
"First, may I ask, who are you?" He said, a bit haughtily.
"My name is Jade. Silver. Scarlet. Call me Silver or die painfully."
"My name is Ciel Phantomhive, though my butler and servants do often call me master, or 'sir', more on the road. Anyway, where in hell am I?"
"You're in a... Platinum Mansion, I think. This is my room, so I should be asking that."
"I do give a minor thanks for your informing me-"
"Cut the grammar. I can barely understand what you're saying."
"Pardon me, but what is your meaning of that?"
"I MEAN, you're acting like some spoiled brat, kid!"
"Kid? You cannot be more wrong in your choice of words. I am the owner of the Phantomhive manor and companies."
"I don't care what the heck you are. You're in my room."
He coughed, rather politely. "Excuse me, but may you help me to the meeting room?"
"Um, meeting room?"
"Yes," His tone started to get a bit rude. "It bothers me, the service. Is this not the Goldenminion Manor?"
"I told ya, kid. It's the Platinum Mansion."
"How on god's earth did I get here?"
"Geez. It seems someone can't go without every answer. Stand up, you lazy brat, and get moving."
"Sebastian, where ARE you when I need you?"
A tall and exceedingly gorgeous guy appeared next to Ciel.
(Please do note Sebastian is one of my least favorite characters.)
He had medium-length silky black hair, perfect figure, and eyes that shone like dazzling rubies.
"Um-- uh, who-- are you--....uh....." I was utterly speechless.
Ciel's silk-gloved finger extended to my direction. "Sebastian. Punish that girl on her behavior."
"Always, master."
I snapped back into reality when I saw Sebastian lunging at me as fast as a bullet. I thrust out my sword and quickly side-stepped.
"HEY! ZEREF, GRAY, ERZA, JELLAL! SOME HELP, A CRAZY DUDE'S ATTACKING ME!"
The (now deemed weirdo) demonic Sebastian pulled an arsenal of forks from his tailcoat.
He threw them at me, and they shot through the air like rockets.
I swung my sword, the forks ricocheting towards Ciel.
Sebastian jumped to catch them, not quick enough.
I heaved my sword down and deflected the forks.
"Don't you have friends to help you with that, you supreme brat?"
"Friends. I, myself, never needed them."
"Y-yes, of c-course, my lord. You have n-no.... friends." He looked a little shaken.
"Some butler you are, Michaelis." I had no idea how I knew his last name.
I sheathed my sword. "You're welcome, Ciel."
~-~-~
"Oh, great. There's another kid?" Jellal said the next morning. He bit into one of the super-sour Pokemon berries. Ciel hadn't eaten anything.
"I am not a kid. I am the owner of the Phantom--"
"You know, you're a brat. Can I just tell you that? Phantomhive this, Phantomhive that. Guess what? Phantomhive doesn't exist here. Or in my world. Suck it up and be a soldier."
"Jellal, please." Erza sighed. "Both of you- you're idiots."
Jellal was silent.
"Pardon me, but what is your authority to--"
"The fact I can run you through with my sword in less than a second. Actually, you are a brat. Stop acting like you are the highest and mightiest. We're equal here, aren't we?
We nodded our heads, with the exception of Ciel and Sebastian.
"My lord is of the highest personage. I, simply, am just one hell of a but--"
"Yes, you are one hell of a butt. Please shut up." Lyon muttered, rolling his eyes.
Gray stopped. "Hey, does anybody else--"
The purple light was back.
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