"I'll Tell The Star's About You"
StingYu || One-shot || Fairy Tail
||Modern AU||
The rain poured down on top of the train terminal in the midnight sky. The world felt all but lone as the lone woman sat on the bench, completely captivated in the book she was reading.
Her pale short blue hair was a stand out feature as she was the only one waiting in the terminal. Her leather bound book looked like it was well loved and had been read multiple times.
It was close to almost 3 in the morning, the witching hour all but close. The moon was full and the stars were vastly spaced from the other - though that is not something that could, in reality, happen.
The rain made little droplet noises as they smacked against the concrete, and bounced off the lone women's brown leather boots.
The hands of the clocked chimed as they dung for the third hour. Almost seconds later a train came speeding down the railway, yet the woman did not look up. Almost like she couldn't hear it over the hypnotizing rhythm of the rain.
The screeching of the breaks could have been heard for blocks, but yet the woman was deft to the sound. The doors of the train opened, and the sound of the horn sounded.
"You have arrived at Crocus Train Station; Last stop for this evening." The conductor all but yelled over the sound of the rain.
"Remind me never to board one of these death machines again!" A young man shouted as he walked out into the pouring rain, the streets dimly lit with the old lights of the capital city. "I'm sure we could have walked just as fast to get here!" He was dressed in a dark blue wool coat, with gold buttons traveling down the right side of his chest, and reached to about his knee caps. His blonde hair was beginning to soak as he walked out from the comforts of the train. He was holding a suitcase, brown in colour, and leather the choice of fabric. And a single crystal earring hanging from his left earlobe.
"I agree, but this was and is the fastest way to get to Crocus." Another man - around the same age as the other - said, also walking out from the doorway. He was dressed in similar attire, such as a black wool coat down to his knees, gold buttons, and a similar suitcase. This man had medium length black hair, with a walker hat perched atop his head, protecting his hair from the never calming rain. "Plus now that we are here, we won't be taking another train till we have to leave." The man added, his voice had a deep tone to it, and was very mysterious.
The blonde sighed, knowing the other was right. "Shall we attempt to find the hotel?" The blonde asked, both taking shelter under the terminal. The dark haired one rubbed the uppers of his arms and glanced around.
"I'll go and find a map, you stay here and glance around." The young man told the blonde, a level of sternness in his voice.
The blond quickly threw his hands up in surrender.
"Okay, mom~" The blonde teased. To which the other glared, but said nothing and placed his luggage down.
"Don't get into trouble - or destroy anything." The mysterious one out of the two said, before walking farther into the night and down the long terminal.
The blonde stood there for a moment, just looking to where the train had dropped the two men, in the dead of night, in an estranged city that they have never been to.
Upon looking around, that was when he had noticed the lone woman sitting and reading the coverless leather bound book by herself. Her pale blue, nearly white hair was the first thing to catch his electric blue eyes. It was like she was the moon, on the darkest of nights just sitting on the lone bench, completely wrapped up in herself and most likely didn't know - nor believe - in how beautiful she looked, even from a single glance.
'Like the Moon…' The young Sir thought. He quickly looked around, in search of his companion but he was none in sight. The man glazed back at the woman, an inner argument filling his thoughts.
He decided to go with the more alluring option and dropped his and companions' bags and began to walk towards the Maiden in which the moon must envy.
The puddles sloshed from under his boots, and the rain used him as a gentle punching post as he strides towards the woman, lost in her own world.
"Good evening Miss," The young blonde said, stopping in front of the elegant looking woman; close if not exactly the same age as he. She was wearing a chocolate brown wool coat, with toggle fasteners going down the front of the jack, with a dark blue skirt poked out from the bottom. She wore thin silk black nylons and her brown leather ankle boots - that matched with the book she was so encased in.
Though he tried, she still did not remove her focus on the book. At first the man glanced around, slightly awkward that he had been ignored.
'Maybe this is a Crocus custom to ignore perfectly perfect gentleman…' The young man had said to himself. He glanced around - and still no sight of his companion - he sighed, not wanting to wait in the witching hour alone for him, maybe never returning friend.
He turned back to the woman to try again.
"Hello Miss?" He asked and greeted once more - but to his slight surprise - she still did not glance up. 'I don't even think she knows I'm standin here..' He thought to himself. He had never liked to be ignored - or never acknowledged. It was a standing con of his that many found quite annoying, especially at his old school.
He scoffed to himself and was about to turn away, hands in his pockets, trying to play off the clear rejection. That was till he noticed something sparkle on the ground a few steps ahead of the young lady.
He raised a bow, then glanced around. He had assumed that He and She were the only ones left - along with his wandering friend - as there were not as much as hours old footprints in rain on the ground.
He bent down to the puddle, and lying within were two golden keys. Each had a zodiac sign printed into them. One Pisces, the other Libra. The light that had caught his eye was caused from the yellowish orange hue the terminal lights were giving off.
He bent down, and picked the keys up, his dark blue gloves becoming slightly damp. The keys themselves reminded him of those of a type of skeleton key.
'Maybe their her's…' he thought to himself. Maybe this was a sigh sent from his guardians to try once more to gain the fare maids attention.
With an added confidence, the man stands once more, walking back over to the lone maiden, maiden of the moon in his eyes, and once again stood in front of her.
First he cleared his throat, trying to gain her attention without putting himself out there too much. When that had failed he tried with words once more.
"I'm sorry to interrupt you Miss," he began, but knew that it was another fail in his attempts.
'Maybe...she can't hear?' He thought to himself. If that was the case then what was he to do? Then an idea came to mind.
Suddenly, in the girl's vision, the words she was reading were obscured by the gold metal of the keys she had in her pocket.
She lowered her book, confused as to how they had just appeared on the old pages of the book. When the keys still hovered in the air in front of her, her hand slowly reached out to them when they were suddenly pulled away.
Her eyes widened and her head shot up. A part of her in panic, and another confused.
Upon looking up, her dark brown eyes, widened like UFOs in the night, met those of an electric blue, that sent shivers into her as they locked with one another. Both greatly surprised by the sudden acknowledgement.
"H-Hi," The young man stuttered, he was shocked to see the sudden shades of brown in her irises - and taken back at how little he truly knew of the colour - and the true beauty of the mystery girl, who's face became illuminated from the sky and lamps behind him.
The girl's eyes widened, a light flush of pink rose to her cheeks, as she gently removed a black something from her ear, which was connected by a thin cord that led into her jacket.
"H-Hello…" She finally said back. Her voice sounded pure, so light; something the man was not quite yet prepared to hear. Her brown eyes shown with curiosity as she slowly stood, causing He to step back some from his place right in front of her.
They both stayed in the quiet for a moment, both just lost in the mass of each other's eyes, both new and innate to one another. The rain was the only sound in the terminal in that moment.
"Those are mine…" Her voice spoke up, but her eyes never leaving his. He was simply lost in all the shades and layers her eyes held, and almost thought he had imagined her words till her eyes shifted to his hands - where the keys were held - then back to his eyes.
He jumped slightly and took a step back, using his free hand to rub the back of his head, and the others to pass the maiden her keys.
"Oh! Sorry about that" He exclaimed, handing the golden keys back to the woman. She gave him a small yet warm hearted smile and took the keys back into her possession. "I found them over in a puddle. If you weren't so lucky then you might have lost them." He added, smiling sheepishly at her.
She smiled down, her cheeks flushed a pink tone, and she used her fingers to glide the side of her short hair behind her ear, causing her blue rose clip to shuffle slightly.
"Well it was offly nice of you to give them back," She said, her voice a bit shy till she looked back up to him, "I probably wouldn't have noticed till I returned home." She added, making their eyes meet again.
"If you don't mind me asking, Why is someone so… like you, out here at this time? Aren't you afraid?" He asked her, pausing halfway through to rethink his idea of flatly flirting with her - calling her beautiful - before he even knows her name.
She froze for a moment, trying to put a meaning to his pause and what he had meant by his comment of 'someone like you' but decided to just ignore it. She glanced around and had realized it is dark out.
"Oh!" She exclaimed, her voice just over a whisper, "I hadn't realized how late it had gotten!" She said, turning to look at the puddle filled walkways, with the rain pouring on the two of them.
The man couldn't help but admire how effortless her beauty was - at least to him - and he was slightly concerned by how she affected him so easily.
"When was the last train?" She turned and asked him. He looked down at her a bit before answering.
"Maybe a little over 15 minuets ago, myself and my brother were the only ones on." The man said, taking a glance around for the mentioned brother.
"What ride might I add?" She asked, to which a confused look came across the males face. She smiled a bit and began again, "Sorry, you must be new to Crocus." She concluded as she straightened in her stance, "What time did the train arrive here? Or simply - what time is it now?" She asked, her eyes looked so innocent as she looked up to him.
Her voice was innocent. Her eyes were innocent. Even the way she worded her speech was innocent. The teen man could feel his heart strings being played with, like it was a harp and her fingers were playing each key to a T.
"Umm," He said, taking a moment to think back. "It was the witching hour train - so we arrived here at 3 a.m." Her eyes widened and grabbed her suede brown shoulder back, and her old leather covered book and put that and her keys into the bag.
"My apologies Sir, I have lost track of the time." She said, turning back and standing straight up to look at him for a moment. "Thank you for returning my keys to me, they mean a lot." She said, and he felt his heart begin to pump faster as she took a step closer to him.
Before anything could leave his mouth, a deeper, mysterious voice called out into the mass of romantic rain.
"Sting! I've found the map! Let's go before we catch a cold!" That voice belonged to the man - Sting's - brother, the one he had arrived with only minutes earlier, but it felt like hours.
Hours lost in rain. Hours lost in gazing at a woman that could easily be a being one with the moon. Hours lost in the deep woods of her eyes, and Hours lost in the sound of her voice. He felt as though he was pierced with that of an arrow, with a heart shaped tip, that hit his heart like a bullseye on a target.
"Well off I go…" the woman said, already steps away from him. "Sting…~" She added. Sting froze at the way she said his name. Something he'd never expect a woman of his age, to have a way with his name like the way she did.
He wanted to hear it again. Over and over. Like it was a broken record.
"Sting!" His brother called out hastily, not knowing where his brother had gone, but knew it wasn't far.
"I'll be right there!" Sting called back, turning his head to look at his brother. But before he could turn back to look at the woman he felt delicate hands on his face, and a warm, soft, feeling on his cheek.
She removed her lips from the side of his cheek - he completely stunned into place - and leaned up onto the tips of her boots to whisper into his ear, with the rain as the only sound:
"I'll tell the Star's about you."
And with that, when he turned, she was gone. The train terminal was empty. There was no site of the once lone woman. The woman that reminded a young man closely of the moon. Her beauty, and the way she made him fall, was a unique power that he had only seen in movies. Sting looked up to the full moon, with the stars twinkling the same ways her eyes did,
"I'll tell them about You too."
Thank you so much for reading! StingYu is one of my favorite ship in Fairy tail! this is my first published story on here, so I'm still trying to get the just of it. I'm sorry for any spelling or grammar errors! I did read this thorough- but then deleted it accidently. Thankfully I had the OG doc still and just copied it again. I went through, skimmed it for errors, but I could have missed something.
Anyways! I hopped you liked it, and please feel free to comment! I love reading them! thank you again, and have a Good day/ Night!