A/N: Hey, guys! Today is Mira's turn to shine.


Mirajane coughed. Singing for hours to end outside in the winter had always pushed her over the limits of her voice, but she had no time to stop. Not yet, not now, when her movements were so close to the perfection she expected. She stepped with her left leg and let herself glide.

The same song - just as always. A hunter chasing a demon through the woods. A deadly, horrible fight. A powerful curse. A human losing his humanity.

Sudden, fast movements. The demon - the role Mirajane always played - had sensed demon. It ran, it had to run - a beast driven by instincts. Driven by fear of everything. She stopped sometimes, turned back - as if looking at her pursuer - and kept on. Faster and faster, further and further.

"And the monster ferocious with teeth sharp ran in the woods under moon dark…"

Slow, haunting tune. The demon had to die - the hunter had to win. Mirajane stopped for a moment, then pushed herself back - a sudden movement that would send most people on the ice. An attack - sudden jump from the demon hunter.

Sigh. Mirajane let her voice rest - only a moment before the hardest part. The battle - the demon tried running away from the hunter - skating over the ice in a straight line; no flashy movements. It wanted to stay alive. She bent her body backward - avoiding a bullet from the hunter - and then stood up straight. A second bullet hit her in the chest and her hands touched it; the demon could not believe she had fallen.

Now Mirajane was the hunter, skating away. Going in circles, never getting out. Why had the monster chosen to die? Why had she tried not to kill her pursuer? A hunter could never feel sympathy for her prey; no human would regret killing a demon. And yet the thoughts would never leave her.

Drawing a huge rainbow over the ice, Mirajane moved her hands down her body slowly and then spread them out. Jump, then another one. The song went faster and faster; the hunter was forgetting herself. Was she the monster? Had she taken an innocent soul's life? Confusion leading to more confusion - Mirajane spun in place, too fast to see the answer for which she was looking everywhere.

"A hunter's friend came to find where the hunter went to live his life…"

Someone else; the hunter skated away. She could not let anyone near her - she could not trust herself to not kill them. No matter how fast she moved, the pursuer came closer and closer. Mirajane put pointer finger to her head - the hunter's loaded gun. Monsters did not deserve to live.

Before the hunter could shoot, her friend jumped at her and pushed the gun out of her hand. Someone trusted her enough to let her live - how could Mirajane betray that trust. The monster had become a human again. The human had chosen to live.