Love, Lust and Lies (A Fairy Tail Fanfiction)

Don't Recall

I remember that night clearly. It was the night I met you. The first time since our high school graduation six years ago. It was raining from earlier that afternoon and in the metropolitan district of Magnolia, the rain had not stop falling. There was a heavy traffic jam that night and I sat in the backseat of the taxi. I supposed to be going home that night and for some reason, I don't remember why I had to. Elfman was on a date with Evergreen, your employee and Lisanna was at a sleepover at Lucy's. Why did I have to go home?

Perhaps I was tired. Tired of the mundane stresses of human existence. Perhaps I wanted something exciting to happen, maybe I wanted nothing to happen. Maybe I just needed a change.

Twenty minutes. I had spent twenty minutes in this insufferably hot, unmoving traffic. The taxi driver played some old tunes on the radio, tunes before either of us was born and the rain continued unabated. I couldn't take it anymore. I opened the car door and walked out. I heard the taxi driver yelling at me, or maybe I didn't. I don't recall.

I remember hitting the ground. I remember my clothes becoming soaked. I remember the cold sensation of my feet walking through the puddled streets of Magnolia as I threw my heels in the trash. Things were trash anyway. I remember the hushed whispers of passing civilians, I remember the sensation of passing my hand through my soaked bangs.

It's so cold.

I remember a wall. I remember hitting said wall and I remember being on the ground again. As if my clothes weren't soaked enough. I remember looking up and seeing your face. The same square jaw, the same spiky hair you were so proud of, just shorter. Those electric blue eyes that would always paralyze me. Even now, they left me defenseless. All I could do was stare. The neon city lights flashed behind you, giving you an air of authority like he didn't already possess one.

I remember you scanning my seemingly defenseless form. I remember you smirking down at me. I remember feeling my brows crease together and you huffing in response. Maybe that was the reason I left you. Your arrogance and your overinflated ego were just like this shower. Annoying and unnecessary.

"Going somewhere, Miss Strauss?"

Your first words in six years and I couldn't be happier. Condescending, teasing apathetic. Typical of you. You talked to me like a was a child, like I had never felt my teens. It made me so glad to see you again.

"Just home, Laxus." I answered you, finally getting up. As far as I'm concerned, this encounter never happened. I walked past you and I remember being stopped abruptly. It was like you didn't realize that we were still standing in the rain and I would really, really like to be dry again. I saw your gaze leave my face and drift down before meeting my eyes again with a smirk. Disgusting. Maybe that was the second reason why I left you.

"Really? Home Mirajane? We both know you don't want to do that."

Maybe it is what I want to do. How would you know? Your arrogance assumes everything. You're looking down on me like you know everything and its irritating.

"At least let me get you somewhere dry."

Oh, so now you realize we've standing in the downpour like two idiots. Honestly...

"Really?"

Your eyes give it away Laxus. I know exactly what you want. I'm not giving in.

However, strangely I don't remember much after that. I mean I remember us walking away. I remember us talking. I remember us entering your vehicle. A mistake on my part honestly. Even now, I can't figure out what exactly tempted me to walk into that trap. It was only a matter of time.

I don't remember much of my conversation. I do however remember you driving in the opposite direction of my house. You knew damn well where I lived. My address hasn't changed. I remember protesting and I remember you smirking. What was going on in that devilish head of yours, honestly.

I remember seeing your house. You lived in a penthouse just outside of the city. The only lights on were the ones in your front lobby. I followed you inside and I remember not being impressed. Sure, your house was beautiful, but it wasn't the most outstanding thing I've ever seen.

Everything after that happened so quickly. It's a all a blur. I could only remember certain parts with clarity, the rest was just a high-speed blur. I remember you asking about you, about us. I remember saying the same thing I said back then.

I want nothing more to do with you.

I reminded you of the rumors. Even now, you denied them.

"Babe, it's not like that."

"Mirajane. It wasn't like that."

"She's just a friend."

"For fuck's sake. Why won't you understand that she was a friend?"

Same damn excuses. Even after all those years, you wouldn't admit your mistakes. I didn't want to hear that 'she was just a friend' and 'they're just lying.'. I know you know I know. Yes, she was nothing much. I know that. Just a fling. Emotions running high that night. I wanted you to say the truth. Yes, she was just a fling. Yes, my friends pressured me into this. It meant nothing to me. I'm sorry. That's the truth. We both know it. Why won't you admit it?

"Mira. I love you. I've always loved you. Why can't you understand that?"

Lies. Lies. Lies. Lies. All lies. I won't fall into this trap. I won't. I refuse to... I don't want to.

"Mira, please."

Don't listen. Conceal, don't feel, don't let it show.

"Let me make it up to you..."

My last memory of clarity. From then on, everything was a blur. Quick paced as I said before. I don't remember action, but I remember emotions.

Giving in, warmth, ecstasy.

I remember labored breaths and a warm room. I remember soft sheets and sweaty bodies. I remember those electric eyes. I remember being warm after enduring almost an hour and a half in the rain. It was a quick memory and then I remember darkness. Then came the next moment of clarity.

I remember you wrapping your arms around my waist. I remember you pulling me closer to you, closer than we already were. I remember your warm breath tickling my ears as you whispered the words I last heard six years ago.

"I love you."