Shall it be Lima or Stockholm?

Intro; AU. He was a rival, an enemy, but still… why did she love him? Gajeel, the Hitman for Phantom Lord, the seedy bastard wheedled his way into the very heart he had shattered. Levy, the informant for Fairy Tail, captured and held for ransom. As the two war, who shall be killed, and who shall be saved?

Info: Contains mature themes, gang violence, and torture.

All That You Are

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The buzz sounded against her leg, making her call out in alarm into the filthy air that surrounded her. The haze settled back over her after being dispelled by the quick movement she had just executed. Both Jet and Droy glanced over at their smaller counterpart, both their object of affection and protection.

Their eyes passed over her and dismiss any danger, returning to their drinks.

Her hand dove into the little pocket of her nearly nonexistent shorts that she preferred to wear in the heat of the day. The little screen on front lit up as it buzzed once more.

'Mirajane… what for?' The thought bounced around between her blue curls as she flipped open the tiny device, the woman's voice rang loud and clear within her ear.

"Levy, run." Mirajane's voice was barely a whisper; the worry was evident in her tone. "You need to run." The line suddenly crackled and a familiar scream pierced her ear, then it came to an ending halt and the call was canceled. Levy sat there, dumbstruck, the phone slipped from her hand and clattered to the floor as her eyes slowly widen with realization.

Both Jet and Droy dove for the phone and grasped to get a hold of her attention. She just sat there, numb to the core.

"Guys, we gotta go, Mirajane…." She pulled her phone away from Jet who nearly drooled on it, and told the server to put the drinks on Fairy Tail's tab. She pushed the phone back into her back pocket and gripped both the boys. "We need to go, now." Both of them shared glances then nodded towards her.

The moment they set foot of the door, a flurry of activity ripped the twilight sky.

Droy's seeds were spread and his bloodthirsty vines broke loose, a few of their attackers were caught up in the thorns and tangles. His yells of victory were mixed with the grunts of pain. He rose above the crowd of me on a thick vine topped with a hungry mouth that dove back to quench its thirst for blood.

Jet blasted off on his God Leg and desperately tried to keep the shadowed men away from his beloved Levy. A few of his yells were overheard from the panic and confusion on the street. He slammed quite a few into the walls of the surrounding buildings, but he was forced back as the onslaught continued. Levy lost sight of them both from a moment.

She was frozen and gawking like an idiot; she was still taken aback by the sudden charge of the enemy. A steely hand gripped her forearm and nearly jerked it out of its socket as the man whipped her around to face him. His deep red eyes pierced her soul and fed on her fear, a scream of ancient terror was ripped from her gullet.

Droy rose from the dust of his scuffle, nearly unharmed apart from the scrapes and bruises that came with punches and well aimed kicks. Jet was worse off, limping slightly and holding onto his hat for dear life as some unknown magic threatened to rip him off the ground. She saw a fist connect with Droy's face, clipping his jaw and knocking his head back while he threw his arms back for balance.

She screamed from them to run, she knew there was no hope for them to win. The grip on her arm tightened to an almost crushing amount.

Their moments at the bar, so peaceful and quite, seemed to have happened ages ago.

The other men backed off, leaving their leader to casually glance at his prey with those predatory eyes.

He chuckled darkly and increased the grip on her arm.

"We only need her, dispose of them." He flicked his wrist and turned Levy away from her friends, their screams reaching her ears as she struggled to fight against this trained murderer. She bit his arm only to blanch at the metallic taste and the possibility of breaking a tooth. She clawed at him only to find that it left barely a red mark.

"NO!" She shrieked and struggled continually, her efforts in vain. Behind her, the screams grew quiet and the laughing drowned out the pain of her comrades. "No…." She muttered, barely a whispered. Her body went limp and the numbness sank in. Her captor pulled her down an ally and slammed her against the stone.

"Phantom Lord needs your brains, but we didn't need the two morons." His sharpened teeth trailed into a sharp smirk that twisted his face in ugliness.

She didn't meet his eyes, her own filled with tears and she struggled to hold back her pain for her friends, the hope that they survived still lingered.

"What?" He said in a lighthearted tone that held deception at its core, "In shock my lovely little pet." He moved his hand to her throat and pushed her harder against the wall. "Maybe they're dead, maybe we tortured them, and maybe we killed them in ways you could never imagine." His tone grew darker. "I'll do the same to you." A small sound broke the heated silence between the two.

Her phone buzzed again.

"Oh? Backup?" He chuckled and maneuvered her to reach into her back pocket. "Hmm, who's this?" He turned it around and used the hand holding her neck to force her to look up at it.

The name Makarov shone in bright green letters, the smiling face of her surrogate father and leader was just behind it.

"F-father." She chocked out, her tears welling up again.

He flipped open the phone and held it to his ears.

"Hello." He answered casually, as if this was his own phone. "Hmm… oh. She's right here, begging to be saved." He locked eyes with her. "What? Kill me, ha!" He rammed his hand harder against her neck, making her call out in fear and desperation. "Go to main street, you'll find the bodies of her guards pinned to the great tree in the park, good luck keeping them alive." Her eyes widened as her hope ballooned again.

She heard some rapid harsh words.

"Shut the fuck up. If you ever want to see your little bitch again, come knocking on the great door of the commendable Phantom Lord. Sure as hell you'll receive the great welcoming you maggot shits deserve." He flipped the phone shut and crushed it in one hand. "There goes you're little toy and your last hope of help." He let his fingers loosen slightly only to be replaced with twice the force as before. He let the shattered phone drop to the ally way floor.

He let that fist caress her bare midriff, before pummeling her harshly. Her scream shattered the silent sorrow as it was replaced with a burning pain. She gagged on her own bile as it rose in her throat; she curled up against the wall and tried to cover her vulnerability. The pain shot through her in pulses and when she closed her eyes red sparks danced with the pulses. Her cry was cut off by his hand as he slammed her back against the wall once more.

"Got a good fucking seal on yah, try breaking that without your shitty second hand magic." His black hair framed that harsh face she had come to memorize and hate immensely. "Go to sleep." He bashed her head once more, letting her fall limp to the ground. Her legs bent out from under her and she collapsed into a heap at his feet. He glared down, the toe of his boot nudging her arm. "Out like a light." He muttered under his breath.

He picked up his target and threw her over his shoulder, his dark clothes surrounding them both as he walked further and further into the alleyway. Darkness fell on the duo as he trudged through the muck and filth to a simple black door. No lights shone under or in the cracks that surrounded it, it was unmarked and very vague. You could walk by and never second-guess the true meaning behind the door.

He knocked six times in different areas of the door. A small portal opened at eye height.

"Good evening, Mr. Redfox, pray your adventure went well from the look of the lady over your shoulder." The man warily eyed the legend before him.

"What's it to you." He snapped back quickly, his piercings adding emotion to his contained fury.

"Nothing at all." He let the door slide open, a set of dark stairs stood behind him. "Welcome home, to Phantom Lord." He swung his arms wide in a mock salute to the beast before him.

His dark feathered clothes and steeled edging cloth camouflaged him in the dark; the man didn't see the metal beam before it smacked him hard enough to crack his skull.

"Watch your fucking tongue."

He continued on his way down, the girl hadn't stirred once in her forced slumber. He shifted her for his own comfort as he continued his trek down three flights. He came before a grand double door of ebony wood. He only had to knock once and they gracefully swung open without a sound on oiled hinges.

"Ahhh, my dear boy. You've made it back. OH! And you brought the girl." The man who stood before him kept his midnight shaded hair tied back in a neat binding, his high eyes brows arched in comical ways, and his greasy mustache curled to bend around the corner of his sharply angled mouth.

"Hello, Father." Gajeel went down on one kneed, not setting the prisoner down.

"Gajeel, please rise and stand before me as a man should." Jose Porla rose from his seat and set a hand on Gajeel's free shoulder.

His eyes traced the multitude of piercings that lined almost every orifice of his follower's masqueraded face. His hair remained unkempt and tangled, darker than the shadows that surrounded them both, and that sharply masculine face held no need for most emotions. He smiled upon the boy he had raised to do his dirty work.

"May I see her?" Gajeel nodded in reply and shifted her so she was held in his arms bridal style. Her head remained supported by his muscularly banded arm.

Jose glanced her up and down, from the mysterious blue of her hair to the soft curve of her legs. "What a lady she is." He murmured, captured by the sleeping innocence caught on her face. He eyed the bruise the wrapped around her neck, "Your work I presume." Gajeel nodded once again and remained stony faced. "I would like to see the seal." He shifted her to reveal her midriff, the mark of Phantom Lord stood darkly out from her naturally creamy tone of skin. "Called 'Fairy' Tail for a reason." He murmured and watched her sleeping face for one more moment.

"So, this is their informant." He rubbed his chin. "All of their secrets bottled up into one tiny human, what a way to waist knowledge." He shook his head and glanced over at Gajeel. "Take her to one of the nicer cells, see to that she is cared for and when questioning comes I would like your assistance as well."

Gajeel nodded, understanding his orders to a 'T'.

"Good, now I have other things to attend to."

Gajeel took his leave with his prisoner in tow, she remained held in his arms as he ventured down one more level and took a right into the hallway he didn't know as well as he would have liked.

He froze as he lifted his foot to take another step, but the girl in his arms kept him from doing so. She gripped his shirt tightly, her knuckles turning a shade of white as she violently clung to him. She let out an unsteady breath and muttered something he couldn't hope to understand. Small tears welled around the corners of her eyes; she let out a small sob and fell silent once again.

He shook his head at her foolishness and meandered his way to the cell she would be contained in.

The room had white washed walls and a single bare bulb that hung from the center of the ceiling. It flickered on occasion as jolts of electricity ran through it at an irregular current. The small cot was pushed up against the right hand side and a single stainless steel commode and sink were in the opposite corner. Upon the cot was a single white sheet that would serve as the blanket.

He view the room with distaste, he preferred his darker room that was toned with old wood and deep greens. He knocked those thoughts out of his mind and lay the girl upon her bed.

Her grip on his shirt remained even after he had released her.

"Release your fucking claws." He mumbled and pried her hands off his shirt. They fell limply onto her chest as she cried out, missing the touch. She curled up into a ball on her side and snuffled once more before falling limp and silent.

He watched her, his curiosity growing with the stupid bitch who didn't act like a hostage should. He decided he had watched her enough, and pulled the sheet up to cover most of her skin.

'Her clothes did a fucking well job at that too, stupid cunt.' He rolled his eyes and locked the door behind him without a second glance.

The hallways soon became familiar as he continued to travel upwards.

He turned into a friendlier looking hallway, the residence of the Hitmen. He let out a contained sigh that seemed to come from deep within. He pulled out a small key, unlocked his door, and flicked on the soft lights.

A soft mew reached his ears.

"Hey, Lily." He bent down to scratch the ear of his beloved companion. He chuckled darkly, 'who knows what they would do if they learned I had a single soft spot.' He kicked off his shoes and fell into his deep couch. "Quit with the cute."

"Whatever you say." The small black cat slinked across the room to rest at his feet. The small scars were outlined in the dim light that surrounded them. "How'd it go?" He climbed up next to Gajeel; folding his paws under him, he curled up into a tight ball and set his head on the Hitman's lap.

"Well, the Fairy Tail maggots were easier to take care of, their headquarters lay in ruins as well… an easy job that took minimal time; the girl was even easier." He let a sly grin cross his face, remembering the pain he had installed into her.

"Oh really, so you'll be able to pry the information we need out of her? You'll be able to do that without killing her? I can only say I have unneeded pity for the girl, to be taken in by you of all people." Lily cracked an eye to gaze up at his dear friend. "Sometimes I forget you're a broken person too." He stretched and leapt off the couch. "I'm going to bed, have fun tomorrow."

The words stung and cut deep, Lily knew all too well what he had done and the fights that would soon follow because of it, but he couldn't help but think of the girl again. Lily flicked his tail as he rounded the corner into their shared bedroom, no doubt the damned cat would be taking over his pillow and half the bed by the time he made his way there as well. He clenched his fist as an unknown emotion welled up within him.

'She had been called Levy. Simple name.' He looked back, the fear in her eyes. It was a fear for the people close to her, not for herself… the pain and anger that those eyes had held as she finally met his gaze. The tears, god, did he hate tears.

He was a fucking monster who did dirty work without ever getting his own hands too filthy… his conscious never really thought about it for it was all he knew.

Well, here it is. I knew it would change a lot since I first started to write it. It began as a story of two highschoolers… yeah… I know. Whatever, I'm happy with this… and yes there is more to come so subscribe and give me a bit of feed back will yah! The more I get the happier I am, and the happier I am the more chapters you receive… so GIMME!

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