The Past We Shared {Book 1 of the "Tortured Fates" series Fairy Tail FF AU}

15: The Brat and the Bastard

Hello my lovelies! I literally have to show you all this song, and it kind of fits with the chapter and Nashi's feelings. Now there is something I want to make clear in this story, hopefully I don't loose readers.

Zeref is immortal. He stays the same age. So you all need to calm your turtles if something fluffy happens okay?

Okay I love you all, and shout out to my sister (she doesn't have a Wattpad sadly) who GOT HER PERMIT I FEEL LIKE A PROUD MAMA! I think I'm more excited for her than she is for herself XD

Sorry this is so short, I typed this all in one sitting :P

Okay my babies, I love you all <3

{Nashi's P.O.V}

Was I making a mistake? I kept asking myself as Zeref had my wrist in a death lock, leading me to my bedroom. A pit forms in my stomach as he talked to me in a cold and closed off manner, nothing like how he did yesterday. I felt if I were to hug him he would break my collarbone.

In a way, I felt bad for Zeref. I saw the sadness in his eyes as he lead me around his huge empty manor, going down endless hallways I was sure I would get lost somehow. "Zeref?" I found my voice, and his deep marble eyes peer into me silently.

"What kind of magic will you teach me?" I ask, fidgeting my wrist around in his sweaty hand. "My magic." He answers coldly, his eyes snapping away from me like I was a blinding light and I hurt his eyes. All of his suddenly cold words and actions were wounding my pride.

"What kind of magic is your magic, exactly?" I ramble on, and I could tell by the way he was grinding his teeth behind his closed jaw he was already getting fed up with me. His hand slowly wrenches  around mine tighter, and I yelp out.

"Zeref, that hurts!" I cry out, already feeling my veins constrict to form a nasty bruise. He doesn't ease up, and only stops walking when I resist him to take me any further down this creepy, dark mansion. "Let me go!" I whine, feeling tears form in my eyes from pain.

His hand is basically cutting off my circulation, and I finally do something I knew I would regret.

I shoved him hard, and since he was unsuspecting of my fighting back, he released me in surprise as I gave a hard punch to his ribs. I felt my hand tremble and pulse as my blood vessels began working again, filling my once blue hand with a pinkish skin tone.

"You brat!" He hisses, and I sneer up at him, still angry.

"You bastard!" I snap back.

Both of our faces drop in surprise at my sudden, rather inappropriate choice of words, but I still didn't take them back or apologize.

"You didn't have to come with me, you know this right?" He spats, rubbing his--hopefully-- bruised ribs.  "And I also didn't have to know that my mother nor father never loved me, either now do I? But I suppose we're both disappointed." I growl.

I point down the ominous hallway, then snap my fingers in an authoritative tone I hadn't ever used. "Now take me to my room."

Zeref swallows a lump in his throat, then doesn't take my wrist this time, but my hand. He holds my fingers in his a lot more gently, a lot more... caring. I could tell this man would give me severe whiplash. Even if he was the only one I could trust.

"In here." He gestures, his tone a lot more deep and throaty, more tame than his original outburst. I am met with a large ornate door, hand carved, most likely. Jewels seemingly melted into the wood, all decorated many different patterns and swirls.

I grab the brass knob with my hand and slowly crank it open, leaning on it with all of my seven-year-old weight. I open the door and sneeze, dusting tickling my nostrils and making my eyes water with allergies.

Inside I am met with a rather regal room. Off to one side of the deep maroon walls, lies a four poster bed, clad with a thick guilt and many throw pillows. A large plush rug lay on the soft wooden floor, a grand marble fireplace with cold embers inside squatted facing the bed.

"This is your room." He said, dropping my hand like he touched a viper snake. "Thank you, Zeref." I say rather sourly, and he nods humbly before backing out of my room and closing the door with a reverberating click.

I sigh, then walk over to the large four poster. I slowly sit down, the worn mattress squealing under me. I immediately felt a pang of homesick-ness. I wanted to go home, but... was my whole life a façade? Did my father or mother really not love me?

Did I... Kill, my own mother without knowing it?

I wiped a tear, feeling as if I rushed into this whole mess, because if I knew I had thought about it longer, I would still be home. In my familiar bed, in my familiar room, knowing my Pa... Father would be home soon.

I flopped down on the dusty sheets, stirring up dust but I didn't care. I felt more tears fall into my hairline. I felt like this was a mistake. Yet, I felt this sense of foreboding, that if I were to return, I would get nothing but scolded.

A strike of boldness flashes through me, and I smile, knowing I'm not under my father's watchful eyes anymore. I was free, I could do anything I wanted, without being lectured.

Zeref may be a pain. But he's my pain.