Hello, people of Earth who own computers! It's me again, Alice-chan! Only I brought some friends... and a cat! This is my new story, that you've all been waiting for, Crossworlds! Now, you might think that this is just another one of my stories, but it isn't. You see, this story is not only written by me, but also my good friends, Samrit and Blitzing. I've been working my butt off editing all of the chapters we have written so far! This story has been a lot of fun to come up with and write. For as much stress as it's giving me, being in charge and all, I know that it is beyond worth it. Now, here is the full summary I promised!
Samrit and Alice were always big fans of Fairy Tail. It was their dream to be in the famous magical guild that they read about in their favorite manga, Fairy Tail. Never in their lives did they think for one minute that their dream would come true. After an espically troublesome day, they find themselves in the beatuiful city of Magnolia! After meeting Vince, a Werewolf Slayer that was born of the same problematic circumstances as Allie and Sami, they train and become proud members of the one and only Fairy Tail! But, can the Fairy Tail gang keep up with their new nakama's big secrets and dangerous past? Find out what happens when we cross worlds.
So, without further adeu, Enjoy!
Crossworlds Ch.1 by Alice Harkey
It was 6:30 AM. Really, did it have to be so damn early? I hate getting up early! I'm more of a sleep-till-noon kind of girl. Mornings don't really exist in my little world. But, school demands that I roll my lazy butt off of my bed and onto the cold, hard, wooden floor, landing with a loud and painful thud. You know, right after I beat the hell out of my alarm clock for being so dang noisy.
My morning routine is the usual; trudge like a zombie to the bathroom to freshen up, trudge back to my room less like a zombie to get dressed, trip at the top of the stairs, roll down to the bottom, pick myself up, and wonder how I'm still alive today.
Breakfast? Who eats breakfast anymore? No, I have to run to the bus stop to catch the bus or I'll be walking to school. Let's see who good your logic is. If I don't like to wake up until noon, do you think I enjoy walking to school at almost seven in the morning? Yeah, I'd rather lie down in the middle of a road, and a busy one at that.
I sound so lazy, don't I? Well, never fear! I make up for it after school almost every day from three to five. I have marching band practice, and though you have now just labeled me a big geek, whoever said that marching band isn't a sport can go to hell. I would love to see you march in two parades in one day, march in another one the next day, go to school the day after that and endure gym class, and then have more band practice after school the same day from three to five. Let's see how enthusiastic your joints and muscles are to move and function. I play the flute, so it's not half bad carrying that while I march. But, oh, those poor susa's and percussion… oh, and bells!
Okay, so there I am at the bus stop. I'm waiting, I'm waiting… UGH! I hated riding the bus! I really wished I had my license and my own car. Then, I wouldn't have to ride the disgusting smelling school bus with all of the underclassmen. Usually, I'd get a ride from my best friend, Sami. But, she'd been having car issues lately, so getting a ride was a no-go for both of us. Sami was like a sister to me, so no doubt, she'd feel guilty about not being able to pick me up and drop me off.
"Hey, Allie. No ride today?" one of the kids in my neighborhood asked. Nope, I just felt like riding with a bunch of gross underclassmen that morning… by the way, sarcasm is my best friend.
"Sami's having car trouble," I answered, keeping my sarcastic reply to myself. I was going to try really hard not to start the day off being a bitch. He replied with a quiet 'oh' and turned away from me. I could only hope that he'd leave me alone.
Well, I feel awake enough for introductions now. My name is Allie, short for Alice, and I was a junior in high school, almost 17 years old, 16 until August, when my life changed forever. Now comes the part where I tell you what I look like and I get an awesome confidence and self-esteem boost.
I have wavy and slightly curly, medium length, brown hair that's darker underneath and lighter up by my bangs that frame my face. I also have natural blonde highlights that really come out in the summer because of the sun. I'm not the tallest person, about 5'3, but with the help of my three-inch heels, I'm about the height of a 'normal' person, or so one of my friends has said. I usually don't wear my heels to school though, even though they are the cutest pair of boots ever! They're tan with thick, black soles that remind me of work boots. They're on the shorter side, only reaching to about the middle of my calf.
Oh, dear me! I'm rambling on about my shoes! Okay then, back to me. I'm not super pale, but I'm not really tan either. I do have a darker skin complexion, though; an olive-like skin tone. I get that from my dad's side of the family. He's Italian or something like that. Others tell me I'm not fat, but I still think that I might be at least a little chubby. One of my friends lashed out at me once because of that, saying "You are NOT fat! You're like a freaking TOOTHPICK!" I laughed a little at her and she continued her rant, saying, "Call yourself fat one more time and I'll push you off a cliff!" That got me to shut up real quick even though I knew it was an empty threat. There isn't a cliff for miles out where I live. I don't call myself fat anymore, and it's not really because I'm scared I'll be pushed off a cliff, more as I find that I feel awesome when I tell people I'm sexy and skinny.
Is it just me, or do I ramble a LOT? Oh, well, you'll live. At school, I'm a bit of a looser, but I'm the coolest girl ever according to all of my friends, which would be including the 160-some kids in band. Okay, I'm lying; they think I'm a dork.
I love to read, mostly manga's like Fairy Tail and fanfictions, and I love to write, again, mostly fanfictions. I also love to play video games, sing, draw, dance when no one's around, sleep, eat, read (yes, I meant to say it twice), and, you know, live… kind of. Don't worry; I'm not an emo, suicidal, weirdo. Oh, and I really love to sleep… and eat… Yeah, food is awesome.
I am a huge fan of Fairy Tail! It's found its way into almost every aspect of my life. My favorite sentence currently is, "I don't care if he's a fictional character I still want to marry him!" It's pretty sad when your biggest crush is on one of the main characters from a manga. It sounds stupid, but I swear that if Natsu Dragneel were real, just his existence in the world would make me die of happiness. If it met him, I'd probably freak out and then I would die. I doubt that would actually happen, though. I don't usually freak out like that, but since Natsu isn't real, insert anime tears here, it doesn't really matter, does it?
"This is taking forever!" I complained. I had no idea how long I'd been sitting there, but I didn't care. In case you haven't noticed, I'm really not a morning person.
"The bus driver's late," the other annoyance said as he checked his wristwatch. "We're gonna be late for school if she doesn't get here soon."
"Well, that won't be out faults, now will it?" I said rather than asked as I reached into my bag to pull out a volume of Fairy Tail. I didn't plan on receiving a reply from the boy who lived down the street from me. And even if I did get a response, I wouldn't care enough to remember the words that came out his mouth. I say that, but I don't really mean it. I say a lot of things I don't mean.
"I don't like being late, though. It always makes me feel like I missed something important and I feel almost out of place all day," the boy replied. I didn't bother saying anything back, but I did have to agree with him about being late. I felt the same way, but at that moment I really didn't care. It was school we were talking about. We didn't retain half the crap we heard in first period anyways, so why make a big fuss about it? Gosh, freshmen worry so much.
I flipped to the first page of the volume in my hands. I'd read that one before, but when it's something that good, it's well worth the time to read it a second time. I read through the pages as I waited outside in the chilly, morning air and just as I was getting to a really good part the sound of a loud engine caused me to tear my gaze from the book. It was, cue music of doom, the bus.
The large vehicle stopped in front of us and I huffed in annoyance as I closed my book and lifted myself from my cozy spot on the ground. The one that I decided was perfect for sulking in on that fine and pointless morning.
I took the steps necessary to get onto the bus and I grimaced in displeasure at the sound that met my ears. You see, where I lived, the schools were all really close to each other. You had the Middle School, the Junior High, and the High School all on the same campus, so guess who else was on the bus that morning. Yeah, all the little kids were just as annoying as ever. It wasn't that I didn't like little kids it was just that those ones were particularly annoying.
Those kids were way too happy and awake that morning for my liking. I made my way to the back of the bus, bumping into the kids that thought it was a great idea to just chill in the middle of the aisle. BONK! My bag hit a little boy in the face. Ha, sticking your face in a lane of traffic isn't so much fun anymore, is it? A smirk made its way onto my face as I heard him yell back at me to watch where the hell I'm going. Yeah, those were his exact words. Seriously, how are parents raising their kids nowadays? How old is he, what, like eleven? My God!
I was disgusted with the way that eleven year old kid was talking to me; I mean seriously, where did he even learn words like that? But still the amused and satisfied smirk remained on my features. I should watch where I'm going? Ha, maybe you should watch where you put your face. I wasn't usually that mean, but I hate mornings, and those annoying kids yapping away like there's no tomorrow and like it's two in the afternoon, only added to the feeling of hatred toward mornings.
I flopped into the seat carelessly, slouching and pulling my knees up to push against the seat in front of me. I reached into my bag yet again to retrieve my only sliver of happiness I had on that stupid prison-like mode of transportation. Fairy Tail would save me from the miserable thing I called my life!
I was completely consumed by the book. Yay for me for having an awesome imagination that allows me to get so into a book that I'm completely unaware of my surroundings! I shall pump my fist in the air triumphantly now. Haza!
Oh, how I wished I could have a life like Lucy, Natsu, and the rest of the Fairy Tail gang. I mean, sure they got into a lot of life-threatening situations and all that, but I was willing to go through that. Nothing better than a challenge, am I right? I wanted the adventure that they had. I wanted the freedom that they had… Okay maybe I really wanted the magic too. I always imagined what kind of magic I would have if I were in Fairy Tail. There were so many possibilities that seriously, I think if I tried to think of all of them at one time, my brain would fry and you'd see smoke pouring out of my ears.
I'm a bit of a pyromaniac. I admit it, I've almost burnt my house down once… or twice… or maybe three times, but GAH! Who's counting? I love fire. It always amazes me with its destructive beauty and I would love it if I had fire magic. It would be so much easier to blow things up, too! Yeah, I like blowing things up, what of it? Have you ever put a used iPod Nano in the microwave for a minute? Let me tell you, it's pretty damn fun.
My dream magic was fire magic, like Natsu's. But, fire is Natsu's thing, so if I were in Fairy Tail, I think I'd want a different magic so I can let Natsu be the special, fire-eating dummy that he is. I love him so much.
Before I knew it, the bus had pulled onto the campus and releases us to enter another thing that traps you like a prisoner.
I lazily pulled myself up off of the seat and hoisted my bag over my shoulder. I really didn't want to go to first period. I had history, my least favorite subject, yet it's the one I did the best on during the Graduation Testing. I trudged into the school and made my way to my locker. I didn't even register most of what I did into my memory. I'd probably just repeat the whole thing over again tomorrow anyways.
I set my books on the desk when I reached the classroom. I wanted to just drop them, but I didn't think that the teacher would appreciate that all too much. I sat through the boring lecture and, as you could see, I really had no clue what my history teacher was talking about. I spaced out for a second and the next thing I knew, he was talking about something completely different. Did I really miss something, or does he actually jump from topic to topic like that?
Before I knew it, the bell was ringing and I was picking up my stuff to head to my next class. I has literature next, and although it wasn't as boring as history, I still didn't like my second period class.
Class started and the teacher gave us a creative writing assignment. Yes! Finally something that I can be mildly interested in! You know, as far as being interested in school goes. I reached into in my pencil case and fumbled around through the other writing utensils. Pencil, pencil, pencil… where the heck did my pencil go? I couldn't find it in my case. I could've sworn that I- No way…
I let out an exasperated sigh as I leaned over to the person next to me and whispered so I didn't disturb the whole class.
"Hey, do you have a pencil I can borrow? I left mine in my first period," I whispered after I got their attention. I hate asking people for things when I know that I have my own to use. I hate it, yet it seems I have to do it so often, especially with pencils. I swear that I go through about two or three packs of pencils in one school year alone. And yes, they're mechanical pencils.
The girl I asked smiled and reached for her own pencil case. I wrote the paper and did the assignment and that was pretty much the highlight of my day. No wait, I just realized that was a lie. The new highlight of my day was in band when a senior flute player, a friend of mine, pulled out some packs of temporary tattoos. With a water bottle and a piece of paper towel in her hand she enthusiastically opened the packages and handed out Disney Princess tattoos to me and her other friends.
Oh, my god I love my friends. My friend Audrie, the one who brought all the tattoos, yeah she just pulled out Disney Fairy tattoos. The band director was talking and I don't know if he was choosing to ignore the commotion in the front or he just didn't notice.
"Hey, Kate hand me your water bottle," Audrie whispered over to her friend on the other side of her as she pulled down the collar of her shirt and placed a Tinkerbell tattoo on the left side of her chest. Oh god, she was putting a Tinkerbell tattoo on her boob in the middle of class while she's sitting in the front row. I had to fight to keep in my laughs. She was acting like it was the most normal thing in the world to be holding a wet paper towel to her boob in the middle of class, yet she was looking around cautiously to see if anyone else was noticing what she's doing. That is why I love my friends so much. What would I do without them?
Band ended and I headed to my last period class, math. Math wasn't the worst; I mean it was the last period of the day. WOOHOO! I walked into the classroom and was already laughing at my classmates' crazy antics. One of the girls in my class, Linda, was drawing on the back chalkboard, but Lisa, another girl in my class, was determined to make sure what's drawn didn't stay on the board.
"Lisa, I swear to god!" Linda yelled furiously with a smile on her face. She attempted to draw on the board again and Lisa swooped in with the eraser. Linda grabbed at Lisa's hand to try and get the wretched erasing cloth from her and the scene ended with Linda chasing Lisa over some desks and getting her foot caught in one of the bars. Thankfully, she tripped over a desk in the front row, so her face did not get totally owned by another desk. Tori, however, was a different story.
Tori walked into the room trying to act all cool and stupid stuff like that. She tried to swing her leg over a desk but for some reason she had walking issues. Gosh, if only you could've seen her! Her foot got caught when she kicked her leg out and for some reason she didn't stop walking. Lucky for her, her foot came loose before she toppled over onto the floor making the most hilarious sound I've ever heard come out of a falling person's mouth. Oh, and her face, you should've seen it. I was still laughing about that, gasping for breath while Tori lay on the floor like an idiot, laughing her ass off with the rest of the class.
"What happened?" the math teacher asked as she entered the room, slowing her pace when she saw Tori on the floor. I saw a smile on the teacher's face. For as much of a hard time that we gave the poor woman, she still put up with us. Math was one of my favorite classes just because of my teacher and my classmates.
We all sat in our seats and the lesson began... almost.
"Alright, you want me to prove it?" Tori asked, raising her voice at the boy who sat one desk ahead and one row over. They'd been chatting away earlier, but I didn't care about what they were talking about. It was probably something stupid anyways.
I was right about it being stupid.
"Can I look it up on the computer?" Tori questioned. She really wanted to prove that guy wrong and me and Tori weren't exactly friends, but I knew her well enough to know that she was really competitive. The whole conversation was about… you ready for this? Seatbelts. They were arguing over a seatbelt law.
I shook my head and laugh amusedly. Oh I loved my last period class. You think that this is good? Oh it isn't even the half of it. It was like the last fifteen minutes of class and the teacher was letting us talk. She always joined in on the conversations. I think it was pretty neat that she did. She could crack some pretty good jokes when she joined in on the students' conversations.
Another kid in my class, a black kid, started to sing randomly. I swear to you all that I'm not being racist. This guy was black and he was singing… and it was one of the most entertaining things I've ever seen in my life. He was practically serenading the teacher, and singing Hey There Delilah.
"Stop. Stooop!" the teacher instructed with a slight smile on her face. The kid just kept on singing, getting louder, too.
"Oh my god, you are so weird!" the teacher yelled out bringing her hands up to slightly cover her ears, her smile never leaving her face.
See? I loved my math class. It wasn't like I ever get in on any of the big discussion, though. I just sat and laughed with the rest of the class, always in the background, just the way I like it.
All too soon, it was time. Time for what, you ask? Why, it was time for band practice. I had stuff to do for band for the past two weeks. Last week I had band practice Monday through Thursday, as usual. Friday was a football game so I didn't get home until almost midnight. The weekend was the parades, two on Saturday and another one on Sunday. I had band practice today through Thursday, another football game on Friday. You had to be dedicated to be in band here.
I entered the band room and it was as noisy and active as ever. Unlike my band period during the school day, practice was when the entire band got together and practiced in that one room. Yes, there really were over 160 kids in band at my school. It took a lot of work to be in band, especially when the band director had to work with so many kids. But, somehow, we always managed to pull through everything and do our best.
So I managed to make it through practice. That day was fun, the band director got super mad at us for talking so he threw his hat on the ground after blowing on his whistle really, really hard. His face was all read and it's pretty amusing seeing a red-faced bald man stomp furiously on the ground as he screams and the sweat is making his head super shiny. Do you know how distracting it is when you're trying to pay attention and you get distracted at mess up because you caught sight of something shiny out of the corner of your eye? You turn to see what it was and realize that it was band director's head shining and now he's even madder because we've messed up yet again. Ha, it was his own fault. He shouldn't let his head be so shiny and distracting. Sheesh put a hat on or something man!
We were hot, we were sweaty, we smelled like the boy's gym locker room, we were all panting because we were out of breath and that made it even hotter in the stuffy but air conditioned band room. I put my flute away and made sure I didn't drop any of my pieces of music. Then I saw him. He didn't look familiar. I didn't remember him ever being in band.
The boy I saw was on the taller side. He had dark brown hair that almost looked black and his hairstyle reminded me of Gray Fullbuster's hair, only with a light brown tint to it. See, I'm making references to Fairy Tail.
I think he saw me looking at him, because he hid his face a little bit more behind his bangs. Is he shy or something? Maybe he's new. That thought made my friendly, happy personality kick in. Oh dear, there was no stopping it now. The poor guy has to suffer through a conversation with me. I talk a lot when I really want to, and even when I don't want to sometimes. But, you've noticed that, haven't you?
I made my way through the sea of worn out band kids. Yeah, that day we were like a sea, slowly just kind of floating to our destinations, going with the flow like water… a very large mass of water.
As I approached the guy I took in his appearance, a more detailed look. I didn't get why he seemed unfazed by practice, that is, if he was even in band. He was wearing pants… on a hot day like that… If I were an anime character, I'd have been sweat-dropping. He was wearing a white polo shirt and tan slacks and he had his hands stuffed in his pockets.
"Hello," I greeted him with a smile. I saw him tense up and I wonder if it was my fault. Does my breath stink or something? "Um, I haven't seen you here before. Are you just here to pick someone up or…" I trailed off awkwardly. What if he thinks I'm a weirdo? Oh, well, I am a bit of a weirdo, but still.
"I was just… No, I'm not here to pick someone up," he answered. He had a nice sounding voice. It wasn't too deep to the point where it was creepy, but it was husky and low. It was very attractive, if I do say so myself.
"O-okay. So, what are you doing here?" I asked curiously. He just stared at me for a moment and it was pretty creepy. Suddenly, I realized that he has no idea who I was. I hadn't told him my name or anything. Maybe that's why he was just staring at me.
I held out my hand to him.
"My name's Alice, by the way. But, everyone just calls me Allie," I said happily with a smile on my face. I think I saw him jump, or tense up. I couldn't tell which it was, but still, his reaction was strange.
Cautiously, he took my hand and flashed me a shy smile. He scratched the back of his head with his other hand, and that made him look even more like Gray. Oh, curse me and my obsession with Fairy Tail.
"So, what's your name?" I asked. He opened his mouth to speak then quickly snapped it closed. I furrowed my brow at the strange action, but waited patiently for him to speak. The room was getting quieter with each second that passed. I was the weirdo who wasn't trying as hard as possible to get the heck out of there as fast as I could. After a long day, who didn't want to go home and just relax after doing homework for hours on end?
"I… uh, I… I gotta go!" the stranger squeaked out nervously. Not a second afterward, he frantically spun away from me and sped toward the doors.
"Wait!" I called out. I didn't know why I told him to wait, I mean, it wasn't like he was super important or anything. Maybe it was because I thought he was attractive that I wanted him to stay and at least tell me his name. I called out for him to wait, but he didn't hear me. Either that or he just didn't want to stop. He looked like he was in a hurry and I couldn't help but wonder why.
With a sigh of defeat I headed back to my band locker to retrieve my house keys. I didn't have a ride home so, obviously, I'd have to walk home. Lucky for me I didn't live too far, but I really didn't want to walk, especially after practice. I just had to suck it up. I'd never get home if I didn't.
I walked out the door on the other side of the room. There were two ways to get out of the band room. One was the doors that led to the school hallway and to the junior hallway where there was like three sets of doors that led outside. That was the way Mystery Guy chose to escape. Yes, I'd be calling him Mystery Guy until I learned his name, if I ever did. The second way out was the door I was taking. It was one door that had a ramp that led to the back exit of the choir room, a set of double doors that led outside, and it split off into another hallway with some small rooms and the door that led backstage.
I left the building and the harsh light of the sun hit my eyes along with a rush of hot air. Ugh, I had to walk home in that sweltering heat. Curse my life!
Okay, I'm walking, I'm walking, I'm walking… GAH! I'm tripping! No, I saved myself. God, I must've looked like an idiot! But I did have an epic save. I couldn't even begin to describe how epic it was. But, I still looked like an idiot. I was glad that I was going home to my rented, split-level house. I could hide myself away from the world where no one could see me, and I meant no one!
You see, I lived alone. I didn't usually tell other people that because they got really suspicious and gave me strange looks. I didn't remember my parents and I couldn't really imagine having them now. I'd spent so long living on my own that I think it would've been weird if my parents entered my life then. So, I made my living by doing odd jobs here and there, but I really wanted to be a writer or musician. Man was I lucky that the rent for my place was cheap.
I finally made it home and I slid my house key into the lock, turning it until I heard a click. I carelessly swung the door open and flung it shut behind me after I entered. My keys were thrown on the couch and I dropped onto the couch after them with a loud groan. I didn't pull my other leg up onto the couch, so it dangled over the side and I closed my eyes, savoring the sweet silence and air conditioning. I felt a slight nudge against my calf.
Okay, so I didn't live completely alone. I had a cat… I think. She was red and pink with a little bit of white and blue. I named her Spritsa because of her fiery and playful personality. I didn't know why she had such unusually colored fur, but I thought the poor thing might have been genetically experimented on. I didn't always have Spritsa around. She used to follow me, though… all the time. I tried to shoo her away but she just kept coming back. After a while, I got fed up with the continuous fight to keep her away, and I guess she kind of grew on me. When I groaned in irritation and shouted, "Fine, I give up!" I swear that she smirked. That's why I liked her.
Spritsa had mostly red fur. From the top of her forehead to her nose it was a dark pink color from the white fur that was mixed in. On both her back thighs was a curved, wave-like, spike pattern that followed the curves of her hind legs. The bent triangles were a light, sky-blue shade that was enhanced by the thin yet prominent outline of white fur. Her tail was what I found most intriguing about her appearance. It was thick and it reminded me of a baseball bat with the way the fur stays smoothed and packed together. Like her thighs, her tail had the same kind of spiky pattern; only, on her tail, it was white with a tint of blue from the blue that surrounded it. The blue almost immediately shifted to red.
I cracked my eyes open and peered down at the cat as her big, shiny, blue eyes looked up at me with that special look of hers. It was the one that said, "Really? I mean… really?" Kind of like when Natsu had his really dumb moments and I can't help but think, "Really, Natsu? Are you seri- Come on, really?"
Spritsa had that amused look on her face and I scrunched my face in displeasure.
"What?" I snapped. Yes, I talked to my cat. So? I promise you that Spritsa looked so much like a cat you would see in an anime that you almost expected her to say something back. She was like an Exceed and that Pokémon, Shinx. She sounds so adorable, doesn't she?
The oddly colored cat stretched up her front paws to let them rest on the edge of the couch and looked at me expectantly.
"What, you want up on the couch?" I asked her. She replied with a no-duh look and I sighed, patting my stomach. She happily leapt up onto the couch and made herself comfortable on my stomach, purring away as I stroked the top of her soft head.
I wanted to take a nap. I felt like I should've gotten up and headed to my room, but I was just so comfy on the couch. It looked like Spritsa was pretty comfy, too. I decided it was better not bug her; she got moody when woken up by anyone other than herself. So, I was just going to close my eyes again and fall asleep there. Yeah, that sounded like a good idea.
END NOTE: hey this look familiar? The format? Well, it won't for long. I've got my co-writers that will be invading my AN's now. Not that I necessarily mind. :) Check out chapter 2 of my story Author's Notes for a list of the pairings in this story. Once you've done that, feel free to try and guess what the special OC x OC pairing will be. *devious smile* I know you're a sucker for romance, so give it a shot! You should really gues during chapters 2 and 3 though. :) But, if you wanna give it a shot, go for it!
Sami: Wait! We forgot the Disclaimer in the beginning! How could you, Alice-chan?
Allie: Hello people of earth who own computers! You're probably expecting my usual story (speaking for Alice-chan), you know, lots of romance, humor, detailed plot and blah, blah, blah! You're right, it'll have all that and you might think that this is just another story, but-
Sami: its not! Definetive not! And whoever says that will be punished by me!
Erza: No! I will punish them! *holds out sword threateningly*
Allie: Geez! Erza where the hell did you come from all of a sudden? Give me a heart attack, why don't ya!
Sami: Erza butt off! Allie is my best friend I will punish them! Its my duty as a best friend!
Erza: What did you say!?
Allie: *gulps* she means we're all nakama and you can help. *laughs nervously* *sigh* where's Vince when you need him? *hides face with hands*
Sami: Allie! Rescue meeeeeeeeee! *runs from Erza*
Allie:* Runs with tears in eyes* Why is Vince suddenly like nail clippers? When you need him, you can't find him, and when you don't you can! Oh, the horror!
Erza: Do you guys have anything to complain?
Sami: n-n-n-n-noooooo *shakes head*
Allie: *shakes head along with Sami*
Erza: Good. *turns around and face nothing in particular*
Sami: *sighs in relieve while sliding down to the ground*
Allie: *flops uselessly onto the ground next to Sami* *whispers* we didn't tell her about the disclaimer, did we?
Sami: *whispers back* no but should we now?
Erza: *turns around suddenly with pointing her sword at us* Before I forget! Alice, Blitzing and Samrit don't own Fairy Tail! It all belongs to Hiro Mashima! UNDERSTOOD!
Sami: *shrieks and faint*
Allie: *shrieks and trembles* I- I u-und-ders-stand! *gulps*
Erza: Of course you do! *lowers sword* Thank you for allowing me to do the disclaimer.
Allie: *faints*
...They're crazy... well, I hope you enjoyed this story so far.
Lucy: Review please! *puppy dog eyes*
Yeah, what Lucy said. I'll try and update on a schedule, so until next time