August 7, 2015

"THERE!" the pinkette slams the registration form onto the desk as his brother adjusts his glasses, "I MADE A CLUB! IN YOUR FACE, ZEREF!"

"Natsu, did you even read the terms and conditions to making a club?" Zeref asks and Natsu's confidence broke.

His brother sighs, "Obviously not, by that expression. Natsu, to form a working club in the academy, you need at least eight active members. If you're the president and Miss Heartfilia is the vice president, you're going to need a secretary to keep up with all the paperwork and a treasurer to manage the club's funds. You're also going to need a faculty advisor that is willing to take time out of their schedule to deal with supervising."

"You could be the faculty advisor." Lucy suggests.

"I already signed for it. No other teacher would dare to help a club run by my brother. Unfortunately, he's a bit of a troublemaker." Zeref says.

"Hey! It's not my fault that Elfman was sitting next to me in the chem lab!" Natsu shouts.

"And?" Zeref says.

"Or the fact that ice prick was holding the silver nitrate." Natsu remembered another time.

"And?" Zeref rubbed his forehead in annoyance.

"Or that one time Loke had too much hair gel on." Natsu was twiddling his fingers like a child.

"So, that was why Loke's hair was singed off!" Lucy remembered the time her cousin came home with slightly burnt hair.

"WHATEVER! What's your point, Zeref-nii?!" Natsu shouts.

"You. Cause. Nothing. But. TROUBLE!" Zeref rubs his forehead and sighs, "You and Miss Heartfilia should go find some new recruits for your club."

"But, it's free period-"

"I DON'T WANNA HEAR IT! SO, GET GOING!" Natsu was chased out by his brother while Lucy slowly walks after him, sighing in regret for what she just might've gotten herself into.

"He's going to kill me one of these days..." Zeref sighs as he hears knocking on the door frame.

He looks up and sees a girl with a mess of light blonde hair in pigtails and a pair of warm green eyes. Her school uniform was tidy as always.

"Knock, knock. School newspaper's here!" the cheery voice of the girl could be hear as she slips in and closes the door behind her.

"Mavis..." Zeref says as the blonde places the thick pile of newsprint on his desk.

"Thought you could use the company." she says as he turns to her on his swivel chair and she innocently sat on his lap, legs wrapping around his waist.

"You lock the door?" Zeref asks as he pulls off his glasses and places them on the desk.

"I did. How much time?" Mavis asks as she slowly pulls his jacket off of his shoulders.

"I've got half an hour..." Zeref smirks as she warmly smiles.

"Good." Mavis smiles, pulling her tie off as Zeref grabs her chin.

"I think need to loosen up anyway." He licks his lips.

"Mind helping me out a bit?" Zeref asks as Mavis grabs at his tie, loosening it enough so that it would come off with ease and she began to unbutton his shirt.

"You mean like this?" she smiles as one of his hands go under her shirt.

"Just like that." Mavis moaned feeling Zeref's hands roam over her chest, kneading her breasts.

"Z-Zeref-kun..." Mavis completely unbuttons his shirt as she starts the first kiss, entangling her fingers into the fabric of his shirt, pressing her heat against him.

"Come here, Mavis." Zeref grabbed her hips and pressed her against his crotch.

"You left your windows closed again. It's hot in here." He takes of her sweater vest and is quick to remove her dress shirt to find her in a pink, silk bra.

"I thought about wearing your favorite today..." She blushes, taking the ties out of her hair so that the light blonde curls would fall down her back.

"Thank you for wearing this for me." Zeref smiles, kissing her neck as one of his hands continues to grasp at her breasts, slowly going under her bra.

"Zeref-kun..." Mavis moans and one of his hands leaves her breasts and goes under the uniform skirt, touching her wet heat over her panties.

"Hush, Mavis. We only have a few minutes longer." Zeref chuckles.

"You're mean."

"You know I love you."

"Do I know that?" she contemplates that for a second, seeing a sarcastic scowl form on his face.

She laughed, delicately placing her hands over his cheeks, "Yes. Yes, I do."

"What. In the utter. FUCK?!" Gray shouts as he quickly begins to get away from Mr. Zeref's classroom.

He curses at himself for going back to get his jacket. Like it really mattered. The cold from the air conditioning really didn't bother him as much as it did other people.

"At school though..." he shakes his head, desperately trying to rid himself of the thought.

Little would he know that his thought would land him into someone. In that second, he hit someone, having them both tumble down to the ground. Gray managed to get up first, rubbing his head with his plastic arm and groaning about hitting the marble floor. He cracks one of his dark eyes open and sees a head of blue hair, a girl lying on the ground with a wheelchair turned on it's side not too far from her. He recognized her. She's the new girl from his class, the one without-

He looked over her figure and seeing that her unusually long skirt was slightly lifted up along her thighs. She didn't really have legs, not even prosthetics. She had half of both her legs, at least to the point under the knees. There were bandages. Lots and lots of bandages, covering stumps were her calves and her feet were supposed to be. Once she realized her skirt was raised, she desperately tries to push it back down so no one else could stare.

"I-I'm sorry..." she squeaks out and Gray vigorously shook his head.

The fuck was he doing? She can't get up on her own! Help her, moron!

"No! It was my fault!" Gray shouts, immediately standing up to help the girl back into her wheelchair.

"You okay? Nothing else broke?" he asks, not wanting to make the girl suffer anymore than she looked like.

"Maybe..." she suddenly gasps dramatically, staring at a certain part of her wheelchair.

On the left handlebar looked to be a sticker of a man in a red suit. And his head was missing.

"MY DEADPOOL STICKER!!!" she screams and Gray flinches when dark blue eyes started to stare into his soul.

"U-Uh..." he was actually quite frightened of the legless right now.

"Juvia's stickers have suffered greatly... In order to compensate for your crime, Juvia orders you to become her slave!" she points a finger in his face and a confident smile was plastered on her face.

"Eh?" Gray was confused and then, he thought about it.

...

...

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"EH?!"

"Buckley followed the three of them into the kitchen and asked, as he had at least once a day, "Where's Susie?"

They were silent. Samuel looked at Lindsey.

"Buckley," my father called from the adjoining room, "come play Monopoly with me."

My brother had never been invited to play Monopoly. Everyone said he was too young, but this was the magic of Christmas. He rushed into the family room, and my father picked him up and sat him on his lap.

"See this shoe?" my father said.

Buckley nodded his head.

"I want you to listen to everything I say about it, okay?"

"Susie?" my brother asked, somehow connecting the two.

"Yes, I'm going to tell you where Susie is."

I began to cry up in heaven. What else was there for me to do?

"This shoe was the piece Susie played Monopoly with," he said. "I play with the car or sometimes the wheelbarrow. Lindsey plays with the iron, and when you mother plays, she likes the cannon."

"Is that a dog?"

"Yes, that's a Scottie."

"Mine!"

"Okay," my father said. He was patient. He had found a way to explain it. He held his son in his lap, and as he spoke, he felt Buckley's small body on his knee-the very human, very warm, very alive weight of it. It comforted him. "The Scottie will be your piece from now on. Which piece is Susie's again?"

"The shoe?" Buckley asked.

"Right, and I'm the car, your sister's the iron, and your mother is the cannon."

My brother concentrated very hard.

"Now let's put all the pieces on the board, okay? You go ahead and do it for me."

Buckley grabbed a fist of pieces and then another, until all the pieces lay between the Chance and Community Chest cards.

"Let's say the other pieces are our friends?"

"Like Nate?"

"Right, we'll make your friend Nate the hat. And the board is the world. Now if I were to tell you that when I rolled the dice, one of the pieces would be taken away, what would that mean?"

"They can't play anymore?"

"Right."

"Why?" Buckley asked.

He looked up at my father; my father flinched.

"Why?" my brother asked again.

My father did not want to say "because life is unfair" or "because that's how it is". He wanted something neat, something that could explain death to a four-year-old He placed his hand on the small of Buckley's back.

"Susie is dead," he said now, unable to make it fit in the rules of any game. "Do you know what that means?"

Buckley reached over with his hand and covered the shoe. He looked up to see if his answer was right.

My father nodded. "You won't see Susie anymore, honey. None of us will." My father cried. Buckley looked up into the eyes of our father and did not really understand.

Buckley kept the shoe on his dresser, until one day it wasn't there anymore and no amount of looking for it could turn up."

"Do you always read tragedies?" she squeaks, dropping the book from her hands and onto the floor.

She frowned, turning to meet the person that interrupted her and saw fire. His eyes were bright red, burning with color that made her shiver. Worst off, those eyes were staring down at her, making her feel smaller than she actually was. His black hair was long, spiky, flowing down his back and changing shape whenever he moved. A flash of silver could be reflected in her eyes wherever she could see. The boy had a lot of piercings to show off, not to mention the fact that the arm he had rested against the bookcase was completely metal as well.

"So, you're the mopey kind of girl who can never find love and results in tragedies?" he chuckles and she sees a wide smirk filled with sharp white teeth that contrasted to his tan skin.

"I am not!" she whisper-shouted, snatching her copy of Alice Sebold's The Lovely Bones and going back to try to find her page.

"You were at the part where the father is trying to explain death to the kid." the boy mentions and the small blunette slams her bookmark in.

"How look have you been standing there for?" she asks, removing her reading glasses and adjusting her left hand.

"Long enough to be distracted." he chuckles, removing his metal arm off the bookshelf and began following her into the back of the library.

"Well, you've had your fun. You can go away now." she shooed him away, hoping to be rid of him as she tries to find another book to rent.

"You're fun to tease." he gives a smirk and I turn away, walking back to my table in the library to continue the story.

Needless to say, he followed me. He managed to grab the chair in front of me, swinging his legs around to sit down and have his arms rest against the headboard of the chair. He was still wearing a smirk on his face.

"Don't you have someone else to bother-" he interrupts me with a simple question.

"You ever read books about real romance?" he asks and I blink.

"What?" I was slightly confused by the context of his question,

"Here." he takes The Lovely Bones away from me and places it on the table before grabbing my hand and dragging me over to a shelf in the back of the library.

"Here. Read this." the boy grabs a particular book of a higher shelf and hands it to me.

I adjusted by glasses, reading the title as it recited as Fangirl by a Rainbow Rowell.

"Rainbow Rowell? A big guy like you reads books like this?" I was astonished by the tall, burly boy that towered five feet over me.

"What can I say? I'm a romantic." he gives a hearty chuckle as I grip on tightly to the book.

I like his laugh. I suppose if he could laugh like that, he couldn't be all bad.

Right?

Right.