A/N Hey guys! New chapter! Sorry about the lateness! Please enjoy! And I am too slow at typing... (/)
Disclaimer: I do not own FT.
"Well Blondie, you are my partner in 'The Game' now whether you like it or not. I don't expect a girl the likes of you to kill people but you've got to listen to whatever I tell you to do. This isn't a place to fool around, one screw up and we can both be dead. We've got to stay sharp and focused. This Game is full of dirty tricks." Lucy got the chills from the seriousness in his voice. She can tell that Yahiro wasn't just trying to win, he is going to win. Lucy nodded.
"Okay then, with my power and weapon, I am able to perform at least some form of minimal self defense. B-but, I can not and am not willing to kill." Her stuttering voice faltered as she griped tightly to the bed sheets.
"I told you already, I'll be doing all the dirty work. Just stay by my side and out of danger." Yahiro replied, his voice hinting irritation.
"What about food and water? Since they want us to fight each other to death, I don't think drying of dehydrating or starvation will put on a very intriguing show for them." Lucy swatted at a mosquito buzzing by her face.
"Exactly, that's why it all depends on the type of 'games' they make us participate in. But whatever it is, they've got to provide us some source of food and water in one way or another." Yahiro smiled slightly to himself as he slumped down his head. Somehow, Lucy felt that he was giving her a sign of approval.
Lucy sighed and swished her feet back and forth across the sandy concrete creating the sound of sand grinding against ground.
Hey Natsu, are you guys looking for me? It's only about a few days since I was dropped into 'Hell' by what I can tell but I'm already missing everyone in Fairy Tail, a lot. I'm scared, tired and uncomfortable. This is insane and I don't what any part of it at all. Please help me.
"Ne, Blondie. What type of magic do you use?" Yahiro asked, almost in a whisper. "Would you stop calling me that, my name is Lucy. And I use Celestial Spirit Magic." She answered warily, growing increasingly sleepy in the darkness of who-knows-what-time-it-was. Yahiro smirked.
"And what the hell is that?"
"Well, I summon Celestial Spirits using my keys." Lucy mumbled.
"Great, I'm paired up with a girl who summons other people to fight her battles." He growled. They sat there in the moonlit cell, listening to the chorus of the crickets. Lucy picked at her nails and gathered up tiny sand dunes with the side of her foot. Although her eye lids are having a hard time staying open, her brain is telling her the opposite. She was kept awake by her own fears and anxiety.
Looking over at Yahiro, he had already drifted off. It's the first time that Lucy had gotten a good look at him. His skin appeared to be as pale as the moon light and his shaggy but long black hair framed his face. Now that Lucy's got a better look at him, he seemed to be older than she is, maybe nineteen or twenty years old. Something on the sides Yahiro's neck caught her attention. There were two dragon's heads with its tongue lashing out, one was black with blue markings and the other one was a shade of electric blue with black markings.
Hmmm, is he in a guild? That's a very odd guild insignia…
"What are you staring at Blon-, no, Lucy?" his voice with thick with mockery.
Lucy flinched; she was so captivated by the peculiar emblems on either sides of his neck she didn't realize that his electric green eyes were glaring at hers.
"That symbol," Lucy asked hesitantly
"W-were you a part of a guild?" Yahiro glanced down and gritted his teeth.
"Are you okay Yahi-"
"Shut up!" his words came spewing into space like a volcano releasing its pent up emotions into the darkness. The glowering look on his face made Lucy feel as if he was ready to pounce on her and tear her into pieces. He pulled the collar of his trench coat above this neck.
'Dad! Dad, where are you?'
The sobbing boy dashed up the marble stairs stained with blotches of burgundy. The air hung thick with the overpowering stench of blood.
Bursting though doors, the child was engulfed in the light of the moon shinning through lofty windows. He raced towards the set of oak doors at the end of the hall and slammed through them.
'No…Dad!' His desperate cry rang through the dark of the night.
Is this…my fault?
Tears threatened to escape his eyes, but a slight whimper manager to escape through his clenched teeth. Yahiro put his hand over his face.
Suddenly, a bluish light rained down into their cell. The sky was bathed in a translucent light blue glow.
What is going on?
With a few flashes, the face of a reddish-brown haired young man appeared in the center of the sky. It seems like this person, who ever it was, created an artificial screen in the sky.
"It's started." Yahiro mumbled in the corner.
"Hello and Welcome to The Game everyone! Sorry to disturb you from your slumber this fine evening but I have very important news to announce! So let's begin! First off, I assume that some people already know where they are but most of you don't. To help you catch on with what is happening, I the brain behind all of this will gladly enlighten you all! Well, you are the lucky contestants this year to be apart of my fantastic tournament called 'The Game'! What is The Game you ask? You and your roommate that you see now will team up to fight other teams. But if you lose against them, you'll die by their hands.
"Not all the games are going to be two on two fighting, no because that'll be boring, don't you think? The Games are full of twisted tricks and other fun things. If you don't find them, they just might come and find you."
"Tch, that bastard doesn't know when to shut up." The young man ran his fingers through his platinum blonde hair, sweeping his long bangs out of his face. He leaned against the wall watching the light-up-sky but his mind was drifting off somewhere else.
It's time Alicia. You better not lose, I'll be waiting.
"Hey Aralea! You done getting ready?"
"Only one will remain in the end of The Game. If you are lucky, you'll survive till the end."
The speech continues.
On the other side of the side of the room, a younger looking girl was trying to strap a long dagger to the belt of her violet skirt. She slipped her plum coloured head band over the forehead and flipped back her mahogany brown hair. Mounting her foot over the bed frame, she bent over, tying her boots laces. As she skillfully criss-crossed the laces over and under each other, her golden streaked hair tickled her arms. She twisted around to look at her partner. His long blonde hair and the glow of his scarlet and golden cat-like eyes that made her feel nostalgic.
It's probably his height and hair that makes him look so much like Duzell. And those eyes, they are just like Serrin's orange and purple eyes.
She glazed up at the sky with dull but sad eyes.
Duzell, Serrin, I wonder if you two miss me. I've been trapped here for so long that the images of you two are fading from my memories. I hope you two didn't give up on me.
"Hey fat ass! Stop staring at the sky like a retard and tie your stupid shoe laces!" the young man snickered. Aralea froze. She let her head fall, and her bangs shadow her tangerine eyes. She began trembling.
"Oi! Are you okay?"
"Oh I'm far from okay, Nicholas." she giggled in a menacing away.
"Oh, yes. Would you mind repeating what you said a few minutes ago? Me, being a fat ass? You must be blind, you white-haired old man, but where on this body do you see fat! Hun?" Nicholas can almost feel the murderous aura that is surrounding her.
"White hair!? Old man!? I'm only 19, you nasty little self righteous girl! And it's called Platinum Blonde, little shit-for-brain!" Aralea trusted her forehead into his. Their faces were centimeters away from each other's.
"Oh so now I'm the dumb one you different coloured-eyes freak of nature! And what's with your shirt, it looks like you are going to a summer business meeting!" Aralea drove her head forward, pushing Nicholas back as she jabbed him in he chest.
"Bitch! You little piece of crap. You think you can make me lose my self esteem or something by commenting on my appearance? I bet this polo shirt costs more than your whole house!" He shoved his forehead hard against hers
"Haha! That's funny Nicholas, but I was once told that you can't lose something that you've never had!"
"Why you! So what if I wear Polo Shirts? What about you? You look like a giant eggplant gone wrong!"
"Ha you know what else, I never knew leprechauns existed until I met you! You know, I've been dying to use my destruction powers on something ever since I was restricted in this stupid cell, and right now, your face is number one on my list of things to blow up" Aralea threatened as she took a step forward ramming Nicholas back again.
"Oh yeah? Try me, eggplant!" Aralea jostled him onto the ground and shoved a hand in his face.
"Eat my nasty smelling hand since I can't use my magic!" She laughed.
"Oh gosh, your hand smells horrible! Where did you put that thing? Never mind, I don't want to know!" he chuckled through muffled cries as tugged at her wrist to get the foul smelling hand off his face.
"Okay! Okay! I lost! Get off, Aralea! We aren't suppose to fight each other right now!" Nicholas hoisted himself up and dusted the debris off his back side.
"Well you started it, bean." Aralea mumbled with a pout.
"Who are you calling a bean you-" The sound of concrete scrapping against metal sent goose bumps up Aralea's arms.
The light outside flooded into the chamber. A man in a white lab coat stepped into the room holding a white gun with a purple Lacrima stone embedded into the weapon. Aralea and Nicholas froze. Nicholas looked past the man and saw other cell doors were also being open by men in white lab coats. The corridor was bright with marble floors and totally different from the compartment they were kept in.
"Say goodnight." The man smirked as he pointed the gun at Aralea. There was a sharp sound before she collapsed onto the floor.
"Aralea? What did you do to her?" Nicholas kneeled down and shook her slump body.
"Nicholas, don't worry. I think it's just a tranquilizing Lacrima, your body will eventually absorb it completely and you'll wake up. Don't worry…" her voice quavered with each breath she took.
The man fired again. Nicholas moan as the tiny shard of Lacrima implant itself into his flesh. He collapsed on to the ground over Aralea. The man dragged their bodies onto a cart and pushed the trolley down the marble foyer.
"The next time you wake up, it will be in The Game. You'll be hearing me again when you wake up as well!"
Nicholas heard the last part of the red-head's speech before he blacked out.
I'll definitely win this! And protect Alicia and Aralea for sure!
Ashes
Ashes
They all fall down.
Let's just see how far these animals will go.
Let the Games begin…
Sorry everything took so long again! I didn't have time to type it up yesterday night... And if there are any mistakes, please inform me! :D But anyways, please review! Please tune in to the next chapter! XD
PS. OC submissions are still open!
New OCs:
Aralea (Wasabi-kun)
Nicholas (Aka-Lice)