Chapter 16

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The first train car was empty when Lucy and Jellal entered through. It was some high-class lounging car that would have obviously house a party with champagne, or a group party for a special occasion, no doubt. It was lit with lights and decorated with red velvet couches and trimmings. On top of the couches, on the cushions, where filing boxes stacked with paper and folders. Lucy fixed the straps of her backpack as she went over to one of the couches and looked at the papers.

"What are these?" Lucy asked outloud, glancing over to Jellal scanning the rest of the car before pulling out his small handgun that he kept in his pocket. Lucy was comfortable with Jellal holding the gun or even using it...as long as it didn't hit her, at least.

Jellal looked at the files and shrugged boredly. "Order forms, probably. Drug dealers sometimes do stuff like that...keeps things organized for them," he explained while preparing himself to go towards the back door.

Lucy then peeked at the table next to the couches, seeing three, thick files with a giant red circle marked on the covers. Jellal saw her looking around before smiling to himself. "You're quite a curious one, aren't you?" he teased, causing Lucy to nearly drop one of the files she picked up from the table. "They probably put down the names of their clients and where to deliver them to. It's a very long process and probably very boring for you, Lucy. I wouldn't waste too much time on them."

"You know a lot about this, don't you?" Lucy huffed at his teasing. "It's like you've done stuff like that before."

Jellal chuckled. "Well, yeah, when you're growing up smuggling drugs for the bad guys for the sake of your life, you kinda learn a thing or two about them."

Lucy stilled and stared at Jellal, who seemed unfazed by what he just said. "What?"

Jellal met her stare with a polite smile. "My wife and I were raised in the same gang as kids, and we did jobs that cops wouldn't think children would take part of, like drugs and stuff," he explained briefly. "It wasn't a pretty childhood, I'll be honest, but we definitely got in trouble once we were able to leave together. Makarov found us when we just got out and offered us to join Fairy Tail, and we've been working on our record ever since."

"I'm..."

"Don't worry about it, Lucy," Jellal shook his head. "You gotta learn about some of our bad past sometime, right? You know Mira's and her siblings already. It's not a sensitive topic in Fairy Tail, to be honest..."

"But still, I shouldn't have -!" Lucy turned to face him, instantly red in the face. She shut up when Jellal raised his free hand to her.

"Erza was planning on telling you eventually, since it seems we will be working now and she wants to be honest with you," he smirked. "My wife isn't used to making impressions on people like you, so she would most likely freak out if she tried telling you herself - she'll mess up her words when she gets flustered." Lucy nearly popped when she heard him mutter at how he thought she was simply adorable when he proposed to her. Apparently the strong redhead nearly passed out and went on a one-person-conversation with herself about how she probably wouldn't live up to Jellal's expectations as a wife and all.

Lucy's grip on the files tightened. She never knew the history of Jellal and Erza, only knowing them as very mature and super nice and accepting of her. For her, she felt a little bit guilty that she was given everything anyone could ask for (which she didn't, and that's what drove her to run away), while her new home were much less fortunate.

Jellal was busy trying to peek through the curtain of the exit, seeing that the next car behind them was closed from prying eyes. Readying his gun, the older man with the facial tattoo thought for a quick moment before calling for the blonde to come over.

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