Summery: Fire and mist had one thing in common. They were impossible to hold tight.

Pairing: Slight Mystwalker

Warnings: Not really anything graphic, for once. Just AU.

Dedication: All my Tumblr peeps~

Disclaimer: Unless I get the rights to Fairy Tail for my birthday on Friday… I doubt it.

AN: Ohai~ Not much to say about this. Didn't have a plot until a few paragraphs in, but it's come through alright, I think? Might continue, might not. Dunno yet.


Mist was, by nature, hard to hold on to. Which was probably why Mystogan was so difficult to get a hold of when people wanted answers. The mist spirit was secretive by nature, and the other faeries didn't know when he would show up. All they knew for sure was that he was on their side, and would definitely protect those he deemed worthy.

Still, would it kill a guy to show his face to his so-called nakama every now and then?

Hell, the only person that seemed to have ever seen his full face was the child wind faerie, Wendy. And that had happened years ago, right after the disappearence of the dragons. Since then, no one had seen more than his hazel eyes. Sure, Laxus, one of the more powerful lightning faeries, said he knew what the mysterious man looked like, but who knew if he was telling the truth.

Better to just trust Wendy.

Little did they know of his reasons for keeping his face hidden, of the tattoo that bound him to a demon lord, to the man who used to be his father. If anyone else saw the mark that surrounded one eye, they would never want to trust him, even if he explained that he wasn't a demon by birth, taking after his nymph mother. Lord Faust hadn't even been born a demon anyway, choosing to become one after the death of his wife.

There were demons in his service, however. The Knightwalker clan had fought for his family for generations, and the youngest of that house was a fire demon who was ordered to watch him, no matter what. It was Erza that Mystogan was hiding from. It was Erza that he prayed every night did not find out what he was doing.

The problem, however, was when he did see her, in the times he was alone. There were marks from her claws decorating his chest, punishment for escaping her grasp each morning while she was out getting her daily workout done. Another reason to hide his body from general view. After all, if people knew of what he did to keep the demons from hurting the fae, which would lead to them trying to stop him.

Or worse, kill her.

And, much as he hated his father, Mystogan didn't want to see the stubborn demoness dead. She was as much of a friend to him as she was an enemy, and quite possibly more. Erza was the only one who knew the real him, the one that didn't hide behind a mask, or a false name.

She was the one who knew Jellal.