JSAJSHGDJASHD why in the seven hells am I writing this when I have so much to do? *sighs*

Disclaimer: I do not own Fairy Tail, only my OC.

A pair of milky white eyes stared at the road that led to the city of Crocas before its owner sighed quietly. Legs equally pale turned and started walking in the opposite direction of the colorful city.

Nobody had noticed her again. And honestly, she was perfectly fine with that. She had been living all of her 17 years in (almost) solitude, and it wasn't because of some tournament that she was going to change.

Gathering the fruits she had collected in her thin arms, she walked the all-too-familiar path to a small cottage she was currently living in.

Brushing her bare feet lightly against the rug before coming in the small building, she called out quietly, pupil-less eyes searching blindly for a blur.

"Porlyusica-san?" Her quiet voice rang throughout the room, but she heard no answer. Putting down the fruits on a nearby table, she felt her way around, only to be stopped by a voice on her left.

"Sophia." She whipped her head to the direction of the voice, but soon realized it was her mentor speaking with her through a lacrima.

"Porlyusica-san?" She tried again, and this time she was successful in getting an answer.

"Listen closely, child. One of the Fairy Tail brats got hurt, and I got called. I need you to bring me the third glass from the left that's in the shelf. Follow the main road, I'll be waiting for you at the end of the stairs that lead to the second floor on the stadium. And hurry up." Even though she couldn't see the lacrima go blank, she knew her teacher had switched off their connection.

Her long, dirty blonde hair reached her butt, as a few stubborn bangs refused to leave her forehead. But it didn't affect her at all, since she never saw anything with her eyes. She was born blind, and that was why she was abandoned when she was just a baby.

Porlyusica had taken pity on her and raised her, teaching her how to heal and how to see with her other senses. Being deprived of her vision, her other senses were above average to compensate for the lack of her eyes.

Sophia was a petite woman and wasn't exactly blesses by the gods with E cups, but what she could be proud of was her brain.

Everything that Grandine told her to learn, she had learnt with amazing speed. Literature, Physics, Chemistry, Biology, Music and History were her favorite subjects.

She had also taken a liking to walking with no shoes, which hadn't pleased her mentor at all. But when she was with her feet bare, it was like she could feel the magic flowing through the earth, so her guardian chose to not dwell on the matter.

The white-eyed woman wasn't that much of an impressive mage, but she could control her magic extremely well. She hadn't had a need to use magic, so she never used it unless Porlyusica told her to.

Knowing she small cottage by heart, she swiftly went for the bottle her mentor mentioned, her short violet dress brushing against the numerous tables.

Placing the object in a small purse made of white cloth, she put the purse over her head (so it went from her shoulder diagonally to her hips) and made her way to the stadium.

Breathing in deeply as soon as she was out of the forest surrounding the city, she could hear people chatting excitedly, paying no mind to her. Walking as fast as she could without necessarily running, she knew where the stadium was because of the screams of the fans. Briefly, she wondered how one could yell that much without getting deaf.

Reaching the big construction, she was stopped at the entrance by two guards, who let her pass after seeing she was the blonde, blind woman who Porlyusica was waiting for.

"Second floor, was it?" She murmured quietly to herself as she counted mentally the flight of stairs. When she was halfway through, she felt a dark presence in front of her. Turning her head so said presence, she couldn't help the shudder that ran through her spine from the scary magic that came in her direction.

"Are you lost, miss?" A cold voice reached her ears as soon as she was right in front of the person. She shook her head slightly as she replied with her usual quiet voice.

"No sir, but thank you for asking. If you excuse me, I need to get going." Sophia didn't know who this person was, but she didn't want to stick around to figure it out. As she stepped around to continue on her way, the same voice spoke again.

"Well, that was rude. And here I was only trying to help a lost, little lamb." She almost snorted. Rude? Porlyusica had taught her to be anything but rude, and here was a complete stranger thinking she was stupid enough to be rude on a place where there only powerful mages.

"I'm sorry if I offended you sir, but I really need to get going. Farewell." She was about to take the last flight of stairs when a cold hand gripped her shoulder, hard.

"Sir-" Everything happened so fast that if her senses weren't so sensitive, she might've missed it.

As soon as the hand touched her, it was gone. Instead, a strong arm wrapped around her shoulders and brought her closer to a hard chest as a low growl came from her savior's throat. She felt the person lift her slightly from the ground and step back with her, while said person turned their back to the dark fellow.

"Scram, Raven Tail." A rough, deep voice came from the person holding her, and she looked up. She heard the other one leave until their steps faded. While there was noise, she lightly sniffed the air. She knew this smell, and yet she didn't. Suddenly, an imaginary light bulb went on over her head as she realized who it was.

"Gajeel?" (A/N: Betcha thought it was Rogue~ don't worry, he's just about to appear :3)

"You shouldn't be wandering these halls alone, you know. And how the hell do you know my name?" He let go of her and took a step closer. She could practically feel his tall from looming over hers, but she paid no mind to the intimidating aura he gave off and smiled a little.

"I'm not surprised you don't remember me. I went to the guild only once, after all. I'm Sophia, Porlyu-" She was interrupted by a big hand ruffling her hair as she protested quietly.

"I knew I recognized your smell, just didn't know from where. The old man will be happy to see you, y'know? Just a few days ago he was shrieking your name and how he missed you." If Sophia could see, she knew she'd see a grin on the Steel Dragon Slayer's face. Never had she seen it, but it was as easy as pie imagining it.

"I wouldn't doubt it. I trust Master Makarov and everyone are doing fine?" She smiled.

"Yeah, yeah, they're just fine. What are you doing here anyway?"

"I'm here to deliver something to Porlyusica-san, since one of your friends got hurt."

His eyes widened in realization as he nodded, but after remembering she couldn't see he took her wrist in his hand and started to guide (drag) her to where Wendy was.

"So you're here to help Wendy." The blonde struggled a little to keep up with his long strides, but soon enough found her pace.

"Y-Yes."

"What the hell have you been eating? You're even more tiny than the Little One! Y'know if you don't eat, you won't grow. If you'd like, I must have some really tasty-"

"Thank you Gajeel, but I eat just fine." She answered him with a laugh as he 'che'-ed and continued to drag her away.

Further back, a dark cape disappeared around the corner.

"Make sure you drink this every eight hours, without fail." She stood quietly in the corner as her mentor continued to give instructions to the injured young girl and her exceed.

"Yes. Thank you Grandine, Sophia-san." Her head snapped up at the mention of her name, and she smiled in the direction of the young Dragon Slayer.

"I already told you to stop calling me that!" Wendy and Sophia laughed quietly.

"Sophia. You can go home if you want, I'll go as soon as I finish packing here." She nodded and waved goodbye to Wendy and Charle and exited the room.

Once outside, she sighed quietly. Seeing as she wasn't used to being around people (or a large quantity of magic) she was quite tired, and thanked the heavens for her mentor noticing that.

Starting her way back, her footsteps barely made any sound as she walked through the quiet hall.

Again, halfway through the stairs the same cold voice from before spoke from behind her.

"Not with your bodyguard this time, Little Lamb?" The white-eyed girl turned her eyes to the voice that came from above her, also turning her back to the way she was supposed to go.

She said nothing as she heard the person come closer with slow movements. She could feel the cold coming in from waves as he circles her like a predator would.

Finally, he stopped in front of her and lifted her chin, making her pupil-less eyes stare blankly ahead.

"I wonder just what your relationship with Fairy Tail is. Maybe if I crush you slowly and painfully they'll come after me? Well, I really wonder about that. They are just a bunch of weak flies, there is no need to be scared, now there is?"

She refused to say anything or move at all as his ice breath fanned over her face. In all honesty, she was scared. Because she was alone, and she had forgotten to ask Gajeel who this freak was and she didn't know if she could defeat him with her poor magic and worst of all, she knew that if he did crush her Master Makarov would be beyond pissed, and go at full force against whatever guild this scary man belonged in.

And that wouldn't be nice at all, because she knew the Council wasn't very fond of Fairy Tail; it wasn't because they just returned that the elders would take it easy on them if they did cause a war between guilds.

She snapped out of her thoughts as she felt his face come closer to hers, all the while trying with all her might not to scream bloody murder and run away from there as fast as she could.

"Well then-"

"I suggest you let go of her, Raven Tail mage." She blinked owlishly as they were interrupted once again. The cold mage let go of her face, but instead gripped her head with his hand. And squeezed. Hard.

"Oh? I understand Fairy Tail meddling in our business, but Sabertooth? Really? I thought you guys hated those fairies the most."

'Sabertooth? Wasn't that the strongest guild in Fiore or something like that?'

'…Wait, doesn't that mean I'm in bigger trouble than before?'

While the blonde was lost in her thoughts, the new arrival narrowed their eyes, giving one final warning.

The blonde snapped out of her thoughts as the one next to her tsked and let her go. Just as she was about to turn around and run away, she was caught by surprise as a powerful fist sent her backwards with an unimaginable speed.

She felt the air leave her lungs as in that split second her hands reached blankly for something, someone.

Faster than anyone could've seen, a clothed hand grabbed her and pulled her closer to a warm chest (talk about déjà vu, she thought afterwards). Her hands grabbed whatever they could to hang on as she bit her lip to prevent from shrieking.

A second after she received the punch, she found herself cuddled in a man's arms, shielded from the world by a dark cape.

Did I mention she was wheezing and coughing like crazy?

Sophia put both hands on her chest as she tried to remember how to use her magic. Before she could do anything, she felt the pressure of the magic of the mage holding her. It was a threatening power, and she was glad she wasn't its' target.

Suddenly it stopped, and she could breathe normally.

Well, as normally as one can after being punched in the lungs.

"Don't move. It's fractured." A low, deep voice resonated from within the chest she had her cheek against and she couldn't help the small blush that crept over her face.

Again she put both her hands over her chest as she felt the damage. Two broken ribs only. Thankfully, the lungs were intact.

With half-lidded eyes she started to quickly heal herself, momentarily forgetting the position she was in. After a few instants, she blinked a few times and realized she could breathe normally.

Turning her eyes to what she believed was the face of her hero, she blushed again at their proximity.

"Thank you, uhm…" Her quiet voice was even quieter as her wish was to shrink at the man's obvious stare.

"Rogue."

"Thank you very much, Rogue-san-"

"Just Rogue is fine." She smiled a little at that. Somehow, this person reminded her of Gajeel.

She just didn't know why or how.

"Can you stand up?" She nodded as she gingerly pulled away from the mage and stood up on shaky legs.

Unbeknownst to her, Rogue watched her every move with vigilant eyes. This woman didn't seem to represent any danger, but still…

"I think I should-"

"How do you know Gajeel?" The sudden question made her blink owlishly a few times as she processed it.

"Um, well-" A growl from her stomach made her stop as she flushed a bright red. The Sabertooth mage arched an eyebrow amusedly as he watched her struggle with her flaming face.

"D-Do you mind if we go grab something to eat, real quick?"

Sophia gave out a long, content sigh as she finished her fifth piece of chocolate cake. Across from her, Rogue watched her with his elbow on the table, his cheek resting against the palm of his hand.

"…you sure eat a lot for someone so tiny." She gave out an embarrassed smile as she nodded.

"You wanted to know how I know Gajeel, am I correct?" The Shadow Dragon Slayer straightened up in his seat in the small café they were in to listen.

"Yes."

"I only went once to Fairy Tail, and that was when I was around 10 years old. At that time, their master had gone sick and I went with my guardian, Porlyusica, to help.

"Gajeel had just entered the guild, and everyone was wary of him. But I didn't sense any evil coming from him, so I went and sat right beside him.

"I felt as if everyone was even more on edge, but he just offered a piece of metal for me to eat. When I shook my head, he shrugged and turned back to eating. And he left me stay there, keeping him company.

"Because I did feel that he was lonely. Gajeel puts up a brave front but everyone gets lonely once in a while. I think you must be wondering why someone like him treated me with so much familiarity.

"It's because I was the first one, after Master Makarov, to reach out a hand to him."

After the blonde finished her little speech, she sat waiting for a reply of her companion. However, Rogue was lost in his thoughts.

What she told him did make sense. He could understand the need to protect her, even if it was coming from someone like the Steel Dragon Slayer. The woman was tiny, and blind.

But this was Gajeel Redfox they were talking about. Merciless, ice-hearted, children-eater Gajeel Redfox.

He stole a quick glance at the woman in front of him. Just how powerful was she if she managed to turn the beast that was Gajeel into a much more sociable person?

"What's your name?" She didn't have the symbol of Fairy Tail on her body, which led him to believe that she wasn't part of the guild, officially.

"Sophia." His eyes narrowed. He was sure he'd heard the name before.

"Rogue, you are a Sabertooth mage, right?" He almost nodded, but stopped and said 'yes' quietly. Briefly, he looked at the twilight sky.

Sting would chew him off for being absent the whole day. Oh well.

"And you are a Dragon Slayer, yes?" After hearing his muted confirmation again, she grinned.

"Before, I wondered why you reminded me of Gajeel. You both seem a little dark at first, but looking underneath that shell of you both I can tell that is not true at all. It seems like you really admire him, and I believe that you're participating in this to fight him?"

Rogue looked at her with an unreadable expression as he let out a deep sigh.

"Yes, that is correct. How did you know?" She shrugged lightly.

"I don't know. Mostly because of the way you say his name." As if sensing his gaze, she smiled.

"I'm blind, Rogue. Because of this, I learnt to use my others senses. My hearing is quite good, you know."

He knew not to underestimate his opponents, but this woman was a completely different story. He realized she was one of those people who watched quietly the scene unfold, before stepping in and changing everything with just a few words. Those people, Rogue believed, were scarier than those who went head on on a battle, because you never knew what they were thinking.

"Rogue." The way she said his name somehow made him turn his full attention on the woman. She seemed hesitant? Cautious? Daring? He didn't know.

"I want to ask something." When she didn't hear anything from him, she went on. "But you'll have to promise me you won't get angry or leave."

He wanted to roll his eyes, but agreed anyway. Really, what could she possibly ask that'd made him want to leave this precious source of knowing Gajeel's strong and weak points-

"Are you in love with Gajeel?"

This was supposed to be a oneshot, but when I realized I'd written a lot and still wasn't finished, so I thought I'd stop here and see if it pleases the fans C;

So, what do you guys think will happen? :3