SEVEN SECRETS: Secrets of the Snipers
Finally! Those snooping kids went on a mission! Makarov was so relieved. It seemed that Team Natsu were the only ones suspicious of him, but he couldn't go into the back room without their prying eyes following him. He'd hoped that if he could hold out on reading the cards long enough they would take a mission for their rents and such, and he wouldn't have to worry about them asking too many questions.
He was going through withdrawal. The cards had been a source of entertainment for days now; much longer than he expected, and they were better than he could've ever dreamed. A few days without them had cast him into such an episode of melancholy that he wasn't sure if he was going to survive for much longer. He just hoped that Natsu had chosen the mission, so they'd be gone for a good long time.
Once he saw that Mirajane was preoccupied, he slipped into the back room and dived into his remaining stash of cards.
Name: Bisca Mulan
1. I'm a compulsive buyer when it comes to cowgirl hats.
2. And cowgirl boots.
3. And guns.
4. I have a crush on Alzack, but I haven't mustered up the courage to ask him out yet.
5.I used to work in a cake shop.
6. I hate sweets.
7. Don't tell Erza, I don't want her to be disappointed in me.
Bisca was the first girl that Makarov ever heard of not liking sweets. And the array of boots, guns, and hats were now explained. As far as that, Bisca's secrets weren't really...secret. Someone who hangs out with her must have a big mouth.
Name: Alzack Connell
1. I have a crush on Bisca, but I don't have the courage to confess.
2. I used to work in a pub scamming people out West.
3. I'm on the run from the Western police.
4. I'm completely clean now, though.
5. My mother used to call me Zackie-bear.
6. She made my cape.
7. My childhood dream was to be a cowboy superhero.
Makarov grinned, chortling. How Alzack had evolved from a momma's-boy loser to a con artist to a mage in his guild was beyond him.
The door behind him opened and he hastily stuffed Alzack's card back in its secret place and wheeled around to see Mirajane peering curiously in the room. "Master? Are you in here?"
"Yes, Mira, what do you need?" Makarov replied, sweating. He'd forgotten that Mirajane might still be suspicious.
"It's quite cozy in here, isn't it?" she said wistfully, looking around. "Anyway, you got a letter from the Council announcing your meeting for next week. I thought I'd come in and tell you."
"Thanks," Makarov said, ushering her out of the room. "Now let's go."
Little did he know that Mira had already seen all she needed to see.