Celestial Heart (A Fairy Tail Fanfic)

Chapter 2: Do Fairies Have Tails....? (The Eternal Question)

If I killed Lucy right now and threw her over the side of the boat, would she wash up on shore? And if so, would I get blamed? Meh, I bet I could pin it on the pedo Flame Mage. He looks like he could.... ok actually he doesn't look strong enough to beat a child. But there's always the problem of witnesses.... I could jump in after her and pretend I drowned.... Maybe I should just stop this increasingly awful train of thought.... Yeah, that's be good.

I snapped back to attention, dragging myself from my morbid thoughts. Lucy and Salamander were still talking, so I assumed I hadn't missed much. I shifted uncomfortably on the oddly-shaped couch, crossing my legs in a way I wasn't used to. I had to keep my dress from sliding up my thighs and exposing even more of my skin. Damn Lucy, making me wear an exact copy of her maroon-purple dress. Just because I didn't own a dress didn't mean I wanted to borrow hers. And why did she have two of the same damn dress?

Lucy had dragged me here, against my will. "Here" was the Flame Mage's boat, where his party was currently raging. He'd sought out my sister and I and pulled us into a private room for some alone time. If Lucy couldn't read the obviously dirty looks he was giving us, I feared for her. I really did.

"Lucy, huh...? And Winter? Such pretty names," the wizard commented, standing before us while he poured us each a sparkling orange drink. If that was alcohol, my mood just perked up a bit. I wasn't a drunkard, but I knew how to enjoy some more sinful drinks.

"Thanks," my sis chirped in response to his compliment, bobbing her head. I muttered a simple, "Whatever," turning my head away. 

"Let's toast with a glass of wine first," he said, offering us the drinks by sliding them across the low table. I leaned forward, my nose twitching. That didn't smell right... Ignoring the incredulous look her gave me, I picked the glass up between my thumb and forefinger and took a whiff that sent me reeling. Either that wasn't wind, or he'd done something to it.

"Don't you have to attend to other girls?" Lucy asked. To my ears, which were perfectly attuned to picking out my sister's emotions, she sounded a bit hopeful, and very creeped out. To anyone else, she sounded like a flattered teenage girl.

"It's ok," he replied, re-corking the bottle of suspicious wine. "I just feel like drinking with you." He snapped his fingers, and the orange wine broke into little round droplets and levatated from the glass, drifitng slowly towards us. Ick. What kind of parlor trick was that? 

Salamander directed us to open our mouths, saying the pearls of wine would simply float in. I ground my teeth as a response, completely refusing the request. When I saw Lucy only an inch from allowing the wine to trickle, I slapped a hand over her mouth, then swatted the globs of orange liquid into the wall, rising to my feet angrily. "More cheap tricks?" I practically growled, as Lucy slowly understood the situation. She rose to her feet also, glaring menacingly (sort of) at Salamander.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," he replied smugly.

My upper lip lifted in a snarl I quickly stamped down. No need to turn feral for an ass like him. "Sleeping drugs are a bit old-fashioned, Salamander," I mocked, throwing the word at him like an insult. 

"Ooooh, how did you know?" 

"That stuff smells rancid. And I think you've misunderstood something. We want to join Fairy Tail, but I would rather be burned alive, and fed to rabid wolves than allow you to so much as touch me. Or my sister."

"You're such a bad girl," he said lowly, a satanic smirk curling his features. "If you'd just gone to sleep, we could have done this peacefully."

"Eh?"