Prolouge

Grand Magic Games, shortly GMG... There is only one day left until the first ay of it. Every guild is traveling to Fiore. One of them is Sabertooth. In the car of the stronest members,there are Rufus, Orga, Minerva, the master: Jiemma and a hoodied figure. Next to the car ran the twin dragon slayers, Rogue and Sting. (I wander why.) In the car everyone talked about the GMG, what they will do after they won it ect. ect. ect. Only one person didn't say anything.

"Hey, Sorata! Why are you so silent? Even if you are the silent type, you are way too quiet." said Minerva with a smirk on her face. The foodied figure, Sorata just looked up at her without a word.

"Lady is right. Why is that?" asked Rufus.

"Hey, Sora! What's the matter?" was Orga's question to his fellow god slayer. He felt something was not right. After all he was a god slayer too. And even if he won't admit it, he cared about Sorata.

"I won't like this year's GMG." answered a deep male voice shortly and emotionlessly.

"Ha!? What makes you say that?" asked the master. He knew it didn't mean good.

"I just have a bad feeling. Something dark will happen." answered Sorata.

"Hmm... That's pretty sad. Then you say we should be careful?" asked Sting outside the car."Not should, but have to be careful. I don't think it will be as small as an attack from a dark guild. This happening will be way bigger than that." said Sorata with a bit worry in his voice.

"I guess we should listen to him. New order: Win the GMG without risk or lose. Well, it's not like we won't win with ease." said the master proudly.

"YES, SIR!" was the answer to the order. Sorata just sihed at that and went to sleep with the thought of: It's up to them now.

And there they were. Sorata stood there, behind the group of people who were watching Sting's and Rogue's fight. "Why did I have to come with them. Idiot Orga and his dating habits. At least he should stop while we are here for the Games." Sorata just sighed and sat down on a near bench. After some fighting there stood a grinning blond on a beaten body.

"So, who's next?" asked Sting as Rouge just stood there silently. That was the moment when Sorata heard a female voice.

"Natsu! Where are you going?" shouted the female voice. "Natsu? No, it's just coincidence. I can't be the Natsu I know." Sorata thought to himself.

"Lucy! their scent... They are..." said a male voice. "Or it can be! Haa... I really won't like this year's GMG." Sorata corrected himself. "I better stop the upcoming chaos" Sorata finished his thining with that and took his way to Natsu and his guildmates.

After taking his way to Sting, who leaned down to a kneeling Natsu he stopped next to Sting and the back of Sting's head.

"Sting, Rogue! We should go to our place. It's almost time to start the selecting." Said Sorata with dangerouslydeep and emotionless voice.

"Hai, sir!" said Sting with childish voice. He turned to Natsu and said "See you in the stadium, Natsu-san! If you get there, of course."

"Sting! I know you are a fan of him but can you please stop with the idiot comments? Get to go already" Sorata said with dangerously low voice.

"Hai~, hai~! Just don't do dirty things while you are apologize." smirked Sting and followed Rouge.

"Like hell! *sigh* he's so irriating sometimes." said Sorata with a tird face and turned to Natsu and Lucy. "Sorry for that. He's just really want to fight with you. See you later Dragneel-kun, Heartfilia-san!" said Sorata, bowed slightly and went after his two guildmates. Natsu and Lucy stared at him and thought sweatdropping: "He's way calmer than the blonde."

"And here they are. The strongest guil of Fiore. SABERTOOTH!" shouted the commentator. The audience started to cheer as four guy and a girl came in. The first who realised was Natsu.

"OH! You are the guys from earlier. Where did you leave the hoodied one?" asked Natsu with anger and curiosity in his voice.

"He's resting. We're planning to use his power later. But don't worry, you'll fight him soon. I wouldn't be so happy to fight him. He'd whip the floor with you. As much I don't like to admit it, he is one hell of a fighter." said Sting with a smirk on his face.

"And now the first game is-" started the commentator but Sorata lost focus and slept over the game. He woke for the feeling of poking on his face.

"Orders, Sora?" asked a cocky voice of Orge.

"Is the game over?" Sorata asked only to be answered with a nod from the others who watched the game. "Then go back to our place." said Sorata and lead the group back to resturant(?) they came from.

END OF PROLOUGE

Bye-bye, see ya later! Yukna Fuichiro