So Yukino lost, shall we see what happened to her? I feel like I should touch on it, everything is so different now!
This is a little filler! 'Cause I don't have any ideas at the moment.
And I'm going on holiday! Might have another chapter up tomorrow.
Yukino p.o.v
It was shameful, to call yourself a Sabertooth Mage and to lose a battle while proudly wearing the crest of the mighty Guild. If you are weak and lose even once, you have no purpose and are thrown out of Sabertooth. Just like it had always been; that would never change. It was my own fault when I made that stupid bet as to whom my life would belong. I should have figured that I wound not have won against someone as strong as Kagura: the bell of Mermaid Heel. It was all my own fault, and then I would have to leave behind Sabertooth; which had become like a home to me after I finally ran away from home to find my big sister, but maybe I had turned out no better than she. After all, she was stolen from us.
"Making the heavens roar. Setting the land aflame. Silencing the seas." Our Master was leaned forward in his seat, one arm resting atop the other. "That is Sabertooth." His motionless eyes moved. "Minerva," There was a pause, "You are going to have a single chance more. Do not ever lose after you claim victory." She scoffed, but she did so in a hidden manner. "Rufus." For sure, would he not have a punishment? "This is the second time you have failed, but you are useful. You have another chance."
"Of course," There was always an arrogance from the top five. They were top but they had lost, what did that make us? "I will memorise it all and keep it for our future."
"Sting." There was a quick 'yes' erupting from my guild mates mouth. It sounded more like a dog barking. "I'll give you just one more chance. Don't you ever make such a pathetic scene again." Pathetic? It was hardly pathetic.
I saw past Rouge that Sting bowed his ivory hair. "Thank you. I swear that I'll measure up to your expectations." He glanced back at Lector.
I felt the presence in the room darken, and Jiemma raised his head and posture just a little. "Yukino..." Surprisingly it was easy to stop my shaking, but still I was nervous and felt as though my bones were crushed. I thought back to Lucy that day, murmuring to her team about the 13th Gate, but it looked like a few of them knew all this; including her. They played along and I could only guess and what they planned. I heard my name and stepped forward from the ranks as Sting walked back, there was a whisper of sympathy in his eyes but then it was smug. "You have no excuse." I bowed my head a little in understanding. "You do understand that?"
"Yes," I closed my eyes and bowed. "I lost to a member of another Guild. I brought shame to Sabertooth." I winced as I felt a pile of fruits hitting my head and squirting juice into my hair before falling to grace the ground. I could almost feel Frosch shivering, a little golden trinket in her paws as it had constantly been since she took it from her collar. And Lector was beside her, still as little void since the first day.
"That's not what I'm talking about!" I could feel his disgust, I knew what he was talking about. I knew why he would feel like that, but I had finally given up in my way. "You wagered you life and lost, and not only that, the enemy took pity on you. On Sabertooth!"
I opened one eye. "Yes." I was broken. "I will submit to any punishment." A slice of the squelched fruit fell to the floor. Again. The man had no manners and seemingly could not even control fruit.
I could feel my regret, but I would have to give in to him. As long as I was a Tiger. "Then throw away everything." But I knew it could never last.
I bowed and felt my lip shake, there was only one thing he meant. "Yes. I will do whatever you say." And then I reached up and gripped the blue clasp of my cloak, I could feel my own revulsion rile up in my stomach at the horrible old man, bile rising quickly up my throar but I swallowed it back down. I could hear the pity some behind me felt, but I could hear the hate and glee from others. My cloak fell to the ground. I continued to take off my clothes, each clicking onto the ground as no one dared breathe behind me.
I heard Frosch utter my name in pain, and Lector following up with, "Please be quiet, Frosch." But there was a tightness; a fear. He knew what it was like to be shunned and never thought it would happen as much to others as it had to him. To be striped and the truth laid out bare for you. But his truth was so obvious, something that all else knew so it was not that hard on him. Maybe because we had not helped; but had he really expected us to help him?
As I lay the last of clothes by my feet, my body unbearably bare. I stood up and looked at him, hands covering my breasts from his view. "Erase your Guild emblem."
That is when I knew despair, "Yes, sir." I held my head bowed, a baby blush on my cheeks. I spoke as I erased the mark, it was not especially painful. But I felt detached. "I wasn't here for long, but thank you for everything." I could hear people behind me gritting their teeth, none of them wanted me to go because when we were together it was all so much more bearable but none of them liked me either so I was no great loss. My hand fell over my mark and it slowly disappeared forever.
"Get out of my sight, trash." He stated to me. Trash was I? People like him knew nothing of real trash, because they were trash. However I was ready to leave that place, it now meant nothing to me. I guess I realised then that it never really did; all Sabertooth had to offer was a sense that I was not on my own.
But then I felt something on my skin, a waver of Magic powerful. And I heard Frosch give a small 'eep' with Rouge shushing her. Something was covering me, and I could bet it was clothes. "It would seem all old men are lecherous." Came a voice of accent far. I let a hand fall down my side as I felt my new clothing, it was smooth and covering. I wore a simple dress and it was long and blue flared. I looked and saw near my side with hand on my shoulder a woman with inky hair curling slightly, I saw her eyes looking down at me, for she was taller, and they were blue with golden runes about them. Her torso was enveloped by a zigzagged blue shirt with diamonds encrusted places about the cloth. She wore brown shorts on her rear, and thigh high green socks. She wore knee high boots, that looked ready for her to run in. About her neck was a green chocker, and on her arms white cuffs with gold buttons. "I am the Heavenly Body, Saturn. The sixth strongest Celestial Spirit." She held out a hand to help me gather to my feet. I took the hand and ceased my quivering, and I was sure she saw the shock in my eyes. As well as the blatant confusion. "Ophiuchus, Libra and Pieces are dear friends of mine, and they asked me to come gather you. As they are sure that this building would collapse if they were to appear here. And in her human form Ophiuchus is not yet sure you bond is deep enough. She is quite reserved about that."
I stumbled back from her, and she let me walk. "Ophiuchus is a... Female?" I meandered from my lips.
"Ah oui oui." There was a little chuckle on her own lips as she spoke. "It is quite hard to tell, granted." She held out her hand again to me, and I could see the ranks by my side moving and ready to attach. "Now Sabertooth, I wouldn't call that wise. You know nothing of me, and I know all of you." I saw them freeze and I held back my first smirk in years. "Ah Yukino, how like your sister Soprano you are." I froze and looked at the woman in front of me. "Yes she is alive, and doing well despite a little bit of trouble." I knew she was lying, I knew my sister was in prison as a member of Oración Seis. She probably knew that I knew all about my sister, and what she had done over the years. I did not know why Soprano did what she did, maybe this woman did.
But I still felt relief at the confirmation of my sisters health.
"Spirit." I felt myself freeze as Jiemma sat up and even stood with his arms crossed. "You dare trespass on our ground?"
I could see the mind of the Spirit calculating an answer as she turned to look at him. And how the answer could not have been sweeter, "This inn is not your lands, it is a hotel. You do not own it. You are patrons, and nothing else Orlando." His red eyes appeared from the whiteness. "I already said I knew all of you, didn't I?" She smiled, "My name is Heavenly Body, not Spirit. All Magic originates in the Celestial World, you know? And I am the one who embodies this so called 'One Magic'. That is who I am." Over her boots I saw a charm bracelet, exactly like the one Frosch had a charm of. And so I saw it then. The reason they were so secretive, and why this one was helping me. Fairy Tail was harbouring someone they should not, not within their own ranks anyway. But I would welcome the kinship. "But if I am not even the strongest Celestial Spirit, then that means there are more frightening people without Magic." She was lying, all Celestial Beings had Magic, so was she lying or was it just a half-truth? "Difficult, oui?" She looked at me and I nodded.
"Can... We leave now? Saturn?" I gasped out to her, I felt like I was crying. But I checked and no tears fell from my face. But my lips were spread, in a smirk.
"Of course, Miss Yukino." She held out her hand, for our hands had split in accident, and I took it; I saw her give one last smile over her shoulder at Sabertooth, and I saw Rufus stumble at her eyes and then he looked to me all panicked and desperate. I smirked a smile I had seen him give people countless times: one they told them he knew all their secrets and then we were gone in a blink of an eye and I was in among the Fairies. When they saw me they started to worry and asked me how I was, did I need anything? Was I hurt? Did I want a hug? Was I thirsty? Hungry? Angry and out for revenge? I could not believe it so I started to cry. "Yukino, Geni wants to know do you need anything?" I looked up and saw green eyes of the girl I knew to be two different people. Maybe even more. I shook my head and latched onto her waist, with her heavy breasts resting atop my head.
I could feel her hand on the back of my head, consoling me. And I was glad for it. "Why does everyone leave?" I muttered to her stomach.
There was a blue paw on my thigh and I saw the blue Exceed Happy with his silver hair. "They don't leave, they move on." He paused, "Sometimes it is best not to dwell on the past." For a cat he was sure smart.
