REWRITTEN. FINALLY. YAY.

Old description: I've actually been planning this fic ever since Sting and Rogue made their debut in the manga.

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To say that I wasn't expecting the fist that came flying into the man's face was an understatement.

He was practically cursing everything in sight the moment we stepped off the train and into Crocas. He didn't even stop to wait for Lector as he quickly retreated into the busy streets, in search for a cool beverage to cool his raging headache.

So when we finally caught up to him, slumped against a nearby bench that was surrounded by morning glories; I did the only thing I was good at...

I stood in front of him, acting like an umbrella hiding him from the sun's hot rays.

No actually, that was what Rogue was doing.

I kind of just stood there, uselessly, as I wagged a cold water bottle in front of him.

"You know you could've waited," I muttered as I placed the bottle near his cheek, watching as he shivered and snatched it out of my hand.

"I didn't want to stay there any longer than I had to," I heard him mutter under his breath before taking a big gulp of water. I sighed and looked away before a familiar warmth crept into my cheeks. I was just glad he never commented on how loud my heart was beating every time I was around him nowadays.

Sting was exactly like how everyone made him out to be- cocky. He could be a jerk too, but never more. At least not to me. To me, he was just a misfit among the individuals of another's mind. A character unlike any other.

That was what I thought of everyone in Sabertooth actually... a group of misfits under strict rule.

It wasn't hard to set us apart from everyone else after all; we were pretty noticeable with our big flashy costumes and what not.

A sigh was dying to escape my lips as we moved again, waltzing down the busy streets of the flower capital looking for our hotel. We didn't talk much; if not for the small exchanges of insults and punches that Sting and I would always have, despite the situation, but I was fine with that.

I love being around them.

I love being around Sting and Rogue and their exceeds.

So to say that I wasn't expecting the man who insulted me from afar to have his face punched in was an understatement.

Sting was still sort of grumpy when we rounded a corner into the Crocasian marketplace, he didn't like how scents kept mingling together in this place and kept giving me a look every time I bought Lector and Frosch a fish (man, for exceeds- they sure do eat a lot).

The insult, if it could even be called one, wasn't really that bad in context actually; he called me an immature girl who didn't deserve to be in such an acclaimed guild.

Well, that was how the insult started actually- the man then went on to bad mouth my secret insecurities and despite the fact I knew he didn't know better, I felt the anger seep up in me. But before I had the chance to burst, Sting had already punched the guy out.

And he didn't stop his rage.

Which was how I found myself in the situation of trying but failing to hold onto the dragon slayers' exceeds still while watching as they mercilessly beat up challenger after challenger.

"Come on!" Sting roared in triumph as he planted a foot on one man, "is there no one who knows how to fight here!"

Half an hour into the fight-turned-tournament seemed to brighten his mood at least.

Fidgeting with nervous fingers, I watched as the white dragon slayer threw a man into a nearby street vendor without even breaking a sweat.

I knew he was always itching for a reason to start up a fight, that was just the kind of person he was; I just never liked the buzz that seemed to always spring up during these sudden duels. People talked. People murmured. People buzzed.

All the noise was always too much for my ears; like Sting and Rogue, I had sensitive hearing. But unlike them, I never could cope well in populated places unless I was distracted. I felt like my head was about to burst as people pushed and shoved behind me.

"There! They're the twin dragons of Sabertooth!" one man squealed, pointing out what everyone else had already cried out obliviously.

"Sting Eucliffe and Rogue Cheney!" Another man screamed as he pointed and turned around to get the attention of his friends.

"The strongest members of the strongest guild!" A four eyed bystander observed beside me, pushing up his glasses and scribbling something down in his notebook.

All this noise, this buzz, brought back old memories. Memories that I learnt and planned to continue pushing away for another eternity as I scrunched up my fists. I wasn't always this sensitive. I used to love the noise. The buzz.

I wasn't always in Sabertooth either.

"So those rumors about you entering the tournament were true after all!" I heard Sting let out a mocking laugh and looked up.

Rumors?

I didn't say a word nor moved from my spot as Sting continued to provoke Natsu Dragneel aimlessly- ahh, those rumors.

I still felt tense as I watched and listened into their conversation, if not just listening for the lull of Sting's voice. There were so many rumors flying around these days; small tidbits of information of Fairy Tail's return, of their participation, of the possible appearance of my old guild as well. The same guild I was running away from.

My head was beginning to pound again as I watched Natsu growl angrily and pounced at the white dragon slayer.

Everything was happening so fast that I almost missed the sight of a familiar face.

Some years ago, I was in the library back in the town of which Sabertooth resided in when I came upon the White Dragon slayer slouching against a bookshelf in the corner of the fantasy section with a book in one hand and a picture in another.

It was when I first joined Sabertooth. At that time, I was caught between deciding to go greet him or pretending to not see him and moving along. All thoughts were set aside though when I heard him curse under his breath and slammed the book and picture onto the table beside him.

He didn't even see me when he stalked out of the corner and out the library. He was in a dark mood- you didn't need to be a genius to know, and was probably going to go with Rogue on a job so I didn't dare follow to try to return his things. Instead I remember letting my curiosity get the best of me.

"We're going, Lily." I snapped out of my thoughts as Sting's face popped out of nowhere and began to drag me away. I was so surprised that I let my guard down and felt myself heating up despite how many times I tried to stop acting flustered around him. His arm was still around my shoulder when I finally told him off meekly. He only smirked that killer smirk of his and patted my head, "since when did your ears come out, bunny girl?"

I think I could've died.

Oh dear gawd, this isn't as OOC as it sounds like! I swear! I promise you character development or else you may burn my pathetic body over a camp fire and roast marshmallows over it!

Well that's the first chapter, I hoped you people liked it~

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