It's been forever, but finally, here's Chapter Two! Happy readings.


For You, I Would.

Chapter Two

Being a celestial mage was really handy in situations such as transporting a collapsed, naked half human. With the help of Taurus, I managed to travel the six miles to my hotel in a nearby town. Sneaking up the back steps, we got into my room without being noticed. I wasn't sure I wanted to answer any questions about why I apparently kidnapped a naked man.

Sting had yet to wake. I had Taurus bring him into my private bathroom, then leave through his gate. I turned on the warm water, and began the long and strenuous process of cleaning him up. He stirred once or twice throughout the bath, but didn't retain his consciousness. The particularly hard part was untangling his hair. Turns out it was not the brown I thought it'd be, but a blonde that rivaled my own. I had to use copious amounts of my soap, shampoo, and conditioner.

The outcome, however, revealed a rather handsome man. Blonde, with opaque blue eyes, and a scar over his right brow. Despite being deprived of food and nutrients for his whole life, he had a good muscle build, and was a few inches taller than myself.

Once I had refilled the bath water numerous times, he was finally clean. I toweled him off, trying my hardest to be mature when it came to his private parts. Finally I wrapped him my robe. It was the only thing that would come close to fitting him that wasn't super girly. Sting was left dozing on the couch while I went out into the town to get him some decent clothes.

Half an hour later, I returned with three bags of clothes for him. He was in the same position I'd left him in, completely unmoved. I sighed. A part of me wanted him to wake up, and another wanted him to stay asleep. I had no idea who exactly I had just picked up. I assumed he was a Dragon Slayer, and thus was the reason of his imprisonment. Dragons were the only animal that would spirit away human woman- part of the reason they were so disliked.

Long ago, when the human race needed a land to call their own, they landed on the abundant soil of Fiore. Fiore was perfect for humans. They got along well with all of the other species, and prospered. The only problem: Dragons. Eventually though, the human populous managed to gain the upper hand over the Dragons' power, and so they were shunted to the far sides of Fiore, with very few remaining these days. Occasionally, a Dragon would spirit away a woman, and a Dragon Slayer was born—mostly human, though with evident Dragon powers. They were almost disliked as much as the Dragons.

It wasn't fair, I thought. I mulled over the argument I'd been telling myself for years now, that no one should be judged for what their parents were—good or bad. I sighed, and absentmindedly fell into an endless tune as I tided up my room. Amazingly, I can pack less than Erza, and still make ten times the mess when I unpack. I was just finishing up with my dirty laundry when I heard a groan from the other room.

I grabbed my keys and headed for the door. If he really was a Dragon Slayer, and he was never civilized, he could be dangerous. Really dangerous. One of the most common mistakes people made when dealing with Dragon Slayers was to dehumanize them, which only made them more animalistic, and thus dangerous.

I edged into the room, making sure he saw me clearly and slowly approached him. I got about half way across the room when his attentive look turned to scared and hopped the couch he'd been sitting on, huddling behind the back.

"It's okay. Remember, I helped get you out of that cell. I'm not here to hurt you. I'm going to help you." I said, trying to calm him down. His face said he didn't trust me, but he let me get close enough to plop down next to him. Sitting with him, behind the couch, I held out my hand. One of the things I'd learned with my job was to make physical contact. He looked at it, and mirrored my movement, putting his own hand out.

I felt a smile tug at my mouth, and slowly grasped his hand. This was the hard part, or so I'd been told. I look for the Dragons, and so don't specilize in helping the Slayers. You couldn't make any movements for quite some time. Usually, the more time the better. Let him become comfortable with the contact. If all he had of human contact was getting beaten, he would be very mistrusting of all contact what so ever. You had to show him you weren't going to hurt him, and only then would he begin to trust you.

"Sting Eucliffe," I said, lightly setting my free hand on his chest. Removing it and placing it on my own, I said, "Lucy Heartphilia." I figured it'd be better to establish names. He looked at me, repeated me, rolled the names on his tongue, choked on my first name, and the first smile I'd seen formed on his face as he repeated my name once more, this time with more confidence.

"That's right. How much English do you know?" I asked.

"I know little. Never teach. Lucy Heartphilia! Sting Eucliffe! Bastard! No need for language, Sting bastard!" I should've guessed he'd know swear words. Still, it was a good start. If he could understand me, it'd be a whole lot easier.

"Sting, I'm going to help you. I'll teach you English, and we'll go together to Magnolia. I work there, and they'll help you too. Do you want that?" I asked.

He looked at me, confused, and once again repeated my name, along with a few more choice curse words. I sighed, it was going to be a long journey back to the guild.


Well, I know it's been forever since I posted that last chapter, but my power cord broke for my computer, my schedule is filling up again, and honestly, I didn't have a lot of muse for this story. But, rest assured, I shall continue! I'll try to be a better author and update more...Review and tell me what you think! Any errors? Chapter three in progres...