Edited: 10/29/14
Posted: 11/17/14
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Chapter 2: Where Are We?!
The first thing that Wendy noticed; when she opened her eyes, was: That she felt safe.
The next thing was: That she felt very warm, also, she felt as if someone was holding her, protectively.
The 3rd thing was: The familiar scent, that was surrounding her. She blinked in surprise.
The last thing that she noticed, before the confusion hit her, was:... That she did NOT, smell Charla!
She suddenly sat up, her elbow sinking into something soft, yet hard, at the same time.
"GAHHHHHHHK!"
A deep male voice cried out, beside her.
She felt her bangs fluttering, with the exhale of a breath, that came with it. She blinked, and, looking to her left: There, partially under her, was Mest Gryder.
For a moment she stared at him in silence. Looking somewhat like a deer did, when staring at a hunter.
He stared back with, what he assumed, might be a similar expression.
"Mest..."
"Wendy..."
They both whispered, frozen in place.
Wendy was almost childishly afraid to move. She was lying, partially, on top of the man.
She realized he looked like he was somewhat in pain, that's when she noticed her elbow was digging into his ribs!
"AHHHhhhh! S... S-Sorry!"
She stuttered nervously, as she shifted. He gasped for air as the pain eased.
Finally! When he'd fallen asleep... He'd been talking to Charla.
What had they been talking about at the time?
His memory, was somewhat foggy about that for some strange reason.
He remembered, that she had placed her small, furry, white paw, on his forehead, between his eyes.
She'd whispered something under her breath and then...
"W-where's Charla...?!"
Wendy whimpered, sitting up. That's what he wanted to know.
The little minx of an Exceed! She'd used a sleep spell on him!
How dare she! He watched as Wendy sat up. She looked around, a blanket slid from her shoulders.
That's when he noticed, that he was no longer leaning against rocks.
He was now laying down; in a tent, he sat up beside the girl.
In the center of the tent, was a rock lined hole, in the hole was a small but strong fire.
He watched, as its flames, danced happily.
He could feel some panic starting to radiate from Wendy, he looked back at her and saw her sobbing.
His heart broke for the girl. He took her gently into his arms.
"Shh... Shh... She's ok... Shh, Charla is alive. I saw her, before I fell asleep..."
He whispered softly, rubbing her back gently as he pressed his cheek to her hair... He had a feeling that was why she was crying.
"...You always did cry so easily..."
He added, with a gentle and affectionate tone to his soft voice, a light smile playing over his lips.
Slowly, she finally stopped whimpering and sobbing, still hiccupping a bit though.
She pulled away and looked up into his face, he gulped when he realized how close she was to him.
Her pretty brown eyes sparkling with tears, still on the brink of falling.
He reached up, cupping her face with his right hand, and gently, he brushed his thumb against her wet cheek.
She closed her eyes, and leaned into his hand before she could realize what she was doing.
When she had closed her eyes, he found his own gaze dropping to her lips, and he noticed that he was leaning in towards her...
Just then, though, her eyes snapped open, she smiled.
"Thanks Mest..."
She whispered a bit hoarsely. He caught himself and pulled back a bit.
"D-Doranbolt... Remember Wendy, that's my r-real name..."
He said nervously, as he scooted a bit further away from her. She smiled, shook her head and grabbed the hand that he'd let drop from her face.
"Your Mest! You'll always be Mest to me."
She stated rather bluntly, her eyes were shining with solid trust and affection, for him.
"Well... Its my middle name anyway... S-so I-I guess it's ok"
He said, smiling a bit, he could feel his face start to heat up with a slight blush.
'I'm a grown man and here I am blushing like a school girl!'
Nervously, he then scratched the back of his head, still she held firmly to his right hand.
"Di-Did you save us? Charla and I?"
The question came suddenly, startling him. She was still holding his large hand, in both of her own, smaller, ones.
"W-well... I found the location of F.A.C.E., in the underground archive system, of the council. And I w-went there to destroy it.
I didn't know how I'd do that though, then, I overheard you.
And, that you were both going to die-to d-do it yourselves. I rushed over, grabbed the both of you, and then, teleported.
But I think, that I might have almost killed us all, in the process.
I had trouble re-materializing us, after, de-materializing us, in the teleport.
We... All 3 of us, were already suffering from serious magic drain, from just being near the damn thing!"
He stated, feeling like a failure because; in his rash choice to save them, he almost killed them all.
He dropped his gaze from hers, looking at his knees. Wishing she'd let go of his hand.
Feeling very much, useless, at the moment. He blinked when he saw her knees inch closer to him, he looked up at her, and she smiled, then, hugging him tightly.
"THANK YOU!"
"H...H-huh...?"
"We would have died, even if you weren't there. So, if we'd have died without you there, it was worth a try.
You did fantastically though! Thank You, Mest!"
She said softly and warmly against his chest.
He felt his face heat up again, his throat went a bit dry.
"Y-Your welcome, Wendy..."
He finally said, returning her hug.
After a few moments, they broke the embrace. He felt awkward, but she felt highly satisfied with him, and herself.
She always knew he was a good person!
She stood up, and he noticed then, that she was wearing different clothes from before, when he'd last seen her. That was when he had spoken to Charla.
He looked at himself and realized that he too was wearing strange clothing.
Wendy's were a pretty, tunic-like shirt, it fell half-way to her knees. Under that, were black leggings that did nothing to hide how shapely her legs were becoming.
The cuffs of the leggings were fringed with small bluish-white feathers, the hem of her tunic and the sleeves were fringed the same way.
She had fingerless gloves on, with the same feathers coming from the cuffs of those and on her feet were ankle boots.
The cloth of the boots, gloves and tunic was a soft dove-gray color.
"Wow..."
That brought his attention, up to her face. She was smiling at him with a strange look in her eyes.
In her hair (which was pulled into a ponytail over her left shoulder), there was a dove-gray bow, with the same small blue-white feathers accenting it.
"What?"
"Your HOT, Mest..."
Then her pretty eyes widened and she hid her face behind her hands.
"I can't believe I said that..."
She muttered, apologetically, looking mortified.
"Neither can I..."
He muttered, not sure what to think of her outburst. He was glad he hadn't been standing when she said that.
It wasn't the first time a pretty girl had told him that, usually though; he heard it when he was in the process of getting hooked up with a one night stand, when all he wanted was the girl on her back, naked and begging him to kiss her and touch her... And... A-and to...
'My god!'
He groaned mentally.
So- Wendy's statement made parts of his body (parts he was trying to ignore), react... Brought the image of a dark bedroom with romantic candles, and Wendy on the bed, under him whispering his name like a prayer, as he...
Shuddering, trying to calm his imagination and pulse down, he pushed himself up to his feet and looked around the room, he saw a mirror and walked over to it... To see exactly why he was *Hot* all of a sudden.
He stood there and blinked, annoyance causing him to stand with his weight on one foot, the other at a slight angle with the hand for that side on his hip.
'What the hell...'
He was wearing a black tunic and pants. Black boots.
His tunic, was a button-up (hers would slip over her head, that line of thinking, though, lead to thoughts he shouldn't be having about a child), it also had blue/green thread decorating it in a vine like pattern.
The vines crawled along the hem of the shirt on the bottom and then, they swirled up, outlining the section with the blue/green buttons, on either side.
The vines separated in a V at the top button (The top button stopping about 2 inches from his collar-bone; so part of his upper chest was exposed, he was THRILLED about that), and then the vines, continued around the collar.
The sleeves were lined with vines too, but short (longer than Wendy's though).
They came to rest about an inch above his elbow. He had fingerless gloves, like she did, with the same vine pattern and when he checked to make sure his hair was ok, and didn't have anything strange in it, it was fine (he didn't know what he'd do if he had some feathery appendage sticking out of it. On Wendy it was cute, on him, though... He shuddered at the thought), nothing strange in his hair... But, it was longer.
By about 2-3" he would say, he fingered a lock of hair hanging in his eyes, frowning.
'No feathers, thank the gods... But... My hair- how long were we asleep...?'
He thought to himself, as he turned to look at Wendy, she had her hands folded politely in front of her, she was staring at her feet.
'She must be worrying about what she said...'
She shuffled her foot, and he noticed her hair was longer too, a bit wavy and...
"Your taller..."
He stated bluntly, almost sounding incredulous, she startled, blinking up at him.
She came and stood beside him, to look in the mirror... And then, she squeaked!
'That was cute.'
He found himself grinning at her. She was so cute when she was startled... And oh god... With that thought, he was oh-so screwed!
'He's right!'
She thought as she eyed her height compared to his own; unaware of his internal tirade on himself, mentally kicking himself for thinking the things he was.
Her head was about 5-7" higher than it was the last time she stood beside him.
And she had a bit of a figure now!
She started to feel her curves running her hands from her hips up to her chest-where, without thinking she cupped her breasts.
'They're a bit bigger! Yay! I can't wait to tell Charla!'
She thought as she smiled brightly, then she noticed a strangled groan beside her and looked at him, her hands still cupping each side of her chest.
"A-are you ok Mest?"
Her voice was innocent, was she doing this to him without noticing?! God help him when she was older... He tried to slow his breathing, as he ran a hand over his face.
"Y-y..."
He sighed through his nose, then tried again.
"Y-your hands..."
"Huh?... M... My hands?"
"Wendy, I swear to god, I can not be held responsible if you don't remove your hands from there. Right. This. Minute."
He growled softly, through his clenched teeth.
She didn't understand what was wrong, but she let her hands drop, she knew he was annoyed... But she didn't know exactly why. She didn't feel any anger from him, though.
"S-sorry... Is that better?"
She asked innocently, peering up at him, curiously, hopefully.
She smiled when she saw him peek at her through his slightly parted fingers, then he gave her an amused look, with an arched eyebrow.
And she saw him nod after gulping.
Her face turned red and she spun on her heel. Not sure why, but suddenly she felt a bit hot and embarrassed all of a sudden.
"Let's find Charla..."
"How old are you again?"
"12... Well... Almost 13 years... W-wait. Why?"
"That comment: *Your HOT, Mest!* didn't sound like a 12 year old..."
He said with a warm but nervous laugh in his voice.
He kept hearing it over and over in his mind... It was torture! He hadn't PLANNED to mention it, but it was not leaving him be. It kept putting images of a dark room with candles and her soft sighs into his mind!
Torture! Was this a belated punishment, for tricking Fairy Tail, all those years ago, for spying!?
She frowned and glanced back at him, thinking he seemed somewhat stressed, he seemed to be walking a bit stiffly.
"Are your legs ok?
"Yeah, these pants just seem a bit tight at the moment..."
He muttered more to himself, more than, to her.
The tunic covered his crouch and was loose...
'Thank heavens, for small miracles.'
"What was that...?"
"Never mind me, I'm fine, just stiff from not standing in a while... And, talking to myself. Us insane people do that, sometimes..."
At that she blinked, cocked her head to the side a bit.
"W-well back to what you asked before... Since I was asleep for 7 years, on Tenroujima... I-I guess, I should be somewhere around 19 almost 20... However, that's not something I'd normally say."
She added thoughtfully, still unbelieving that she told him he was hot, she shook her head, needing to focus on finding Charla. He stopped behind her when they reached the closed flap of the tent.
"Do you sense any danger, or ill intent?"
When he saw her shake her head in answer to his whispered question, he leaned against her back slightly and reached over and opened the flap, then they both left the tent...
Standing in a clearing before them, was a beautiful woman, she was extremely curvy and very pretty, and seemed to be actually taller, than Mest.
Her hair was a silvery blue, reaching past her waist in a long thick wave and had dark blue ribbons woven into it.
She looked like an exact copy of Wendy!
Only older, somewhere in her early 30s, maybe.
"I was wondering, when you two were going to come out..."
She was smiling at them.
"I'm Grandeeney, The Sky Dragon... I've missed you, my Wendy!"
She said, grinning as she ran over to Wendy, dropped to her knees and hugged the girl fiercely...
To Be Continued...
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