Heartfilia Associates is a business built upon the backs of many and held up by the most taciturn of business men. Or so many would say, but beneath the surface is a history far darker than even its current CEO wishes to admit: and trying to escape may lead to the death of the one person he holds dearest of all: his daughter.
Series: Fairy Tail
Timeline: Alternate Universe
Main Pairing: Nalu
Rating: M for Future Chapters - T for now.
Note before reading: This is a story that takes place in an Alternate History where a lot of Things from the Flapper Era is pretty present, but you can make your own judgments on the time it takes place for yourself. That being said, Natsu’s personality IS going to be different than what you might expect, as I am experimenting with the personalities of Edolas Natsu, Earthland Natsu and my Version of END, mixed together in one person.
That being said, enjoy!
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‘Something, especially a clue, that is or is intended to be misleading or distracting.’
There were times when it felt as if the ashes and scars would never fade off his weathered hands. When copious amounts of scrubbing could never rid him of the true history that marred his mind and heart. Eyes blinking, slow and hazy from sleep- he would see the redness of blood, the black of old charcoal and soot- a follow up blink and reality would remain.
Calloused fingers: clean, but hard. His body would ache from the hard floor groaning as he slowly raised himself to greet the day. There were no birds outside his window, no laughter, no sound of cars or daily life.
Just a faint buzzing, a voice in the back of his mind telling him that reality was temporary. Where he once was, a dream that carried so many memories, was where he belonged. Preparing for the morning, face shaved and clean- dark eyes would stare into the mirror of his small bathroom, stinging as green was placed within them and glasses placed on the bridge of his nose.
You’re running away from the past…
His body stretched while he slid his arms through a steam-pressed shirt- muscles bunch and tense together, too tight, before releasing and he sighs. Would he ever feel relaxed? Freshened up, dressed and coupled with a tired, worn face that would slowly melt to a soft, timid smile as he walked out the door.
How far will you run, until footsteps circle back and it overtake you?
Red Herring
Chapter 1:
A Sea of Cardboard Faces