Billionaire's Lady Chapter 7: Days with the Trimens, a fairy tail fanfic

The following days to come were long and partly dreadful. Mirajane wasn't sure how much longer she could handle Vidaldus. He was just so…just so…toodangpickyforhisownrottenworth! But of course, she couldn't say anything to him, nor could she say anything against him. She couldn't even bring herself to tell him that she was working on writing her own song. But since it sounded like he wouldn't be able to make an appearance to her performance this Friday evening, there wasn't too much for her to worry about anyways. So, instead of leaking such futile information to Vidaldus, she went ahead and suffered through the next few days, singing the very song she hated the absolute most.

Really, there was nothing Mirajane hated more than the song, "The Heart of a Damsel." Other than monsters. She wasn't sure if Vidaldus was a monster or not, but if he wasn't that, then she was certain he was a snake. There was something about him that seemed very off, and it wasn't the fact that she knew he was someone in alignment with the Black Dragon, nor because he was a peculiar male being who cared an awful lot for his long black mane. From what she was beginning to conclude, based off of her observations of his fast mood swings and characteristic changes, it almost seemed as if he possibly had a split personality…

Vidaldus was much like a coiled snake whose tail couldn't be seen—Mirajane only knew of the taunting leer of what could be found on the head. What waited on the other end, however…there definitely had to be another face he was hiding. She had caught small glimpses of it, and it was still unclear, but she was becoming certain that it wasn't just a tail on the other end.

As for the other men Mirajane now had to associate with for the same days she met with Vidaldus, well…despite their pushy ways and touchy habits, they certainly weren't anything near monsters. They were just…annoying.

"Mirajane!"

"Miss Mirajane!"

"Mirajane!"

"You really are the absolute best! No other girl could wear such a dress and look that fabulous!" Hibiki complimented in all grandeur. Even though he meant well and was praising her, something about it coming from his mouth didn't make it seem like it was that grand of a compliment.

There was now three more days until it was Friday. Gosh, how was she supposed to survive all of this until then? At least Mirajane found some delight when in the presence of the men from Blue Pegasus, and they hardly lectured her. In fact, compared to Vidaldus, they never yelled at her. They never made her feel bad. And they never degraded her. She supposed that's what separated their field of work from the other, but it also revealed how they genuinely treated women—even if their job did influence it. Always, somehow in some way, a person's true form was present in the shadow of their persona.

"Can you turn this way?" Eve politely asked. He was currently bent down on the ground, examining Mirajane's feet that were now in three-inch strappy heels.

After having gone through introductions on Sunday and briefing over what would happen the following days, the four men from Blue Pegasus decided they'd start their first day by properly getting to know one another first so that Mirajane could be at ease. They apparently could tell how stiff and uncomfortable she was the second they approached and touched her. They did apologize for that, but they also gave her a warning that they probably wouldn't stop because it was just a part of their manly nature when it came to something "so beautiful and lovely." They told her that she shouldn't be afraid when in the presence of a real man (or in other words, any of the four of them), for, as Ichiya had said in stead for them all: "Real men have the desire to protect women, not harm them. And that's all we really want to do for you…other than help you become a real lady."

To say the least, it did actually help put her at a little more ease and not feel the strongest urge to jerk away from their touch because as she came to witness and experience, their words actually matched their conduct. But the feeling to jerk away didn't completely disappear. It just became easier to cope with.

When Monday came around, just as it had been planned out the previous day, the men from Blue Pegasus went over everything Mirajane needed to know about the upper-class society. From reviewing past events in newspapers to the most recent jazz in fashion and tabloid magazines, the four men taught Mirajane of everything possible that could be brought up in conversation among those of the upper-class. She now knew the latest gossip about actress Sherry Blendy who created a drama romance scene with co-star model Lyon Vastia, to also knowing about the train wreck of St. Bernard's back in the 1850's, which was the cause of millionaire Bert Bernard's death, for he had been riding the train that fateful day. She was also very well aware of the current issue in politics (although she already knew about most of it), and Magnolia's latest problem with uprising gangsters whose whereabouts and objectives were typically always unknown. DeLustria was apparently the number one wanted gang by officials. There were two notorious organizations for stopping crime and fixing problems, no matter how minor, which was Fairy Tail and Thunder Dragon, who were both currently in the prolonged process of capturing DeLustria. And then there was all of the information about the people reining the upper-class world—however, that was all to be saved for discussions at dinner on Thursday.

Monday had been an exceptionally long, long, long day. But Mirajane didn't hate it. She actually enjoyed learning about Magnolia's history and latest gossip.

Now, it was currently Tuesday. For this day, they were to start going over some basic mannerisms and etiquette, and that all apparently started with the perfect dress and heels.

"Now can you turn this way?" Eve asked again.

Mirajane followed the blonde-haired boy's orders silently, now used to having four pairs of eyes intently staring at her, and not necessarily in a hungry way. It was more innocent, adoring, and appreciative, really. Despite their tactless ways, these four "notorious"—or so they had proclaimed to her, proving their statement by showing her their achievements that made the newspapers the previous day—men from Blue Pegasus beauty services, who apparently had earned their own group name publicly known as the Trimens, for they always worked together as a team and were fairly popular among the ladies, they were actually quite respectful and chivalrous. Granted, their form of respect was close to the edge of harassment—but they were incredibly noble and made sure to take care of Mirajane properly. Surprisingly.

"All right! It seems like it's a perfect fit and balance!" Eve finally declared. "Miss Mirajane should be able to walk in full grace in these shoes! The fit and sizing of these shoes are a lot better than the last pair—she definitely would've had the mishap of another falter occur, and we can't let something like that happen! Especially when it never could possibly be her fault—it'd be the actual shoe's fault."

As Eve had subtly announced, Mirajane had the misfortune of tripping earlier while wearing a different pair of heels. Ichiya was the one to catch her when she fell forward, with a surprisingly firm arm placed carefully around the front of her torso; he was very cautious about where he touched her when he helped her find her balance back on her feet. If only he could be thoughtful with his choice of words, too. Had he opted out saying "men" in such an unnecessary provocative tone as a means to grunting his pains for catching her weight in stubby arms that weren't built in strength, Mirajane might've actually not felt that slight natural disgust that came whenever only he came near her—especially when he touched her. The only good thing that came from Mirajane tripping was that it kicked out the sparkling thousand gemmed heels as a candidate for the heels she could be wearing to her upcoming performance. Those glamorous heels weren't her style. But the Trimens had stated that she wear every pair of heels that she had in her closest that seemed worthy of formal events, for while appearance was incredibly important, her ability to walk smoothly, yet with a carefree nature, was also just as important, and the only way to determine that was to have her try every pair of shoes they deemed worthy.

Now, however, rather than having her practice walking and tryout shoes at the same time all for her safety, the Trimens were having Mirajane stand in several stances, placing the weight of her foot in different areas of the heels while Eve carefully examined each set of heels and determined their security and worthiness. Ostensibly, the design of a shoe could be the true culprit to the reason people often tripped out in public; it wasn't always because of that unevenness in the roads, but it could simply be because there was too much weight placed in the front of the shoe; or maybe the sole of the shoe was created slightly shorter in height compared to its matching pair. The reasons actually went on and on, but Eve had stated they could educate Mirajane more on that another time. Right now, they were to focus on finding the perfect pair of heels.

They had already found the perfect dress, which the Trimens made Mirajane immediately put on the second they spotted it phenomenally all at the same time. It was almost as if there was a pillar of light that had shined down on the dress once they came marching into the large walk-in closet and halted. The dress was the first one in line on the rack. Mirajane had at first run into the back of Hibiki, who was at the end of the Trimens train with Ichiya in the front and Eve and Ren to follow after, until she finally craned her body over to the side and peered at the only, fully visible dress in sight. This dress, Mirajane soon discovered after putting it on, she actually liked and could give credit to the Trimens for picking it out on first sight. It was elegant and flowy, comfortable, and she had the freedom to move in it however she liked without worrying about it tearing or stretching somewhere thanks to the long slit it had.

"Those heels look exceptionally well on her, don't they?" Hibiki stated over to Ichiya.

Ichiya, who was in a thinking position and sitting on the piano bench that was moved to the center of the room, for they had decided the music room was the best place to practice walking, agreed promptly. "Hm. But so do all of the other pairs of heels. Was that the last pair?" he asked.

Ren, who was in charge of the organization of the shoes, shook his head to the side. "No, we have one last pair," he said, holding up said pair of classy black heels.

"Hmm—no, those don't match the look. Put them in the discard pile," Ichiya said with the wave of his hand. "We want something that's sexy—" he posed—"elegant—" another pose—"and perfect"—the final pose—"for a summer night."

Mirajane heaved out a sigh, relieved she wouldn't have to try on another pair of shoes. It was now finally over. Almost.

Ren simply nodded his head and set the black pair of heels beside an arrangement of nine other pairs of shoes Mirajane had already tried on, yet had been disqualified by Eve's final judgement. Beside the neat setup was another sectioned group of heels, which merely consisted of two other pairs Mirajane had tried on which had been given positive remarks. So, it was now down to three pairs of shoes. How would the Trimens pick? Mirajane knew which pair she personally liked out of the three, but she wasn't sure if her opinion mattered, so she kept her lips sealed.

But to Mirajane's surprise, as Hibiki, Ren, and Eve began declaring their opinions and preferences about which heel looked best, Ichiya boomed: "Let's have Mirajane choose. As the wearer of the shoes, and a woman with a natural sense in fashion, only she will know which shoes will offer her the best comfort and stability, as well as complimenting features for the dress."

It had to have been a miracle. That's what Mirajane first thought when Ichiya had said the words she wasn't expecting to hear. But she later learned that Ichiya knew how much she wanted to choose based off of where her eyes remained the longest, and those were the pairs of shoes he himself had thought looked best, too, so he had entrusted her to make the right decision because he knew she would. And from that small fashion scenario, it was the seed of a true trust and admiration Ichiya had begun to grow for Mirajane. What made that seed fully bloom into its greatest beauty was when he had her choose out of the five perfumes she had on her vanity desk which one she would be using on the day of her performance.

So, Mirajane picked out the pair of shoes she wanted immediately, and that finally completed her outfit. She now had the perfect dress and heels. Now, the Trimens could finally begin their lesson and have her practice how to walk, keep her back straight, and body always at a flattering angle that would surely capture everyone's eyes—even Laxus'. The Trimens weren't aware of Laxus being her main target, but her so-called uncle had apparently mentioned that he wanted her to be able to attract the greater figures in the upper-class, and that he only hoped she would be wed to one, for she deserved only the best—and "best" was a word that played an incredibly important role. The Black Dragon must have known that small detail, for the Trimens took their job—her—very seriously. They always seemed to reference Laxus.

Once Mirajane mastered walking, the Trimens went on to teach her how to sit properly. Then they went on to teaching her table manners. And then like the sun that had already set, leaving Magnolia in darkness, the day was over, as well as the Trimens' lessons.

When the Trimens came back over on Wednesday, they went over more important mannerisms and etiquette, but it wasn't for Mirajane to do, it was so she was aware of how the men were supposed to act and treat her. They first gave her clues on how to understand the personality of a man, and whether or not he was a true brute or not and if he would treat her properly before they created live scenarios and had her go through situations with Hibiki, Ren, and Eve while Ichiya played director. Then they changed the setting, giving her warnings and teaching her of shady things that could happen and how to respond because associating with the upper-class didn't always mean she would be safe from dark acts and dangerous tactics—especially for women of her caliber, who lived alone, had the riches to sustain her own living, and was the natural beauty goddess she was blessed to be. Oh, if only they knew her true upbringing... Other than that lingering reality that hid in Mirajane's shadow, Wednesday was all fun and laughter.

On Thursday, Mirajane had dinner with the Trimens. It was a roleplay dinner meant to help her practice everything she had learned Tuesday and Wednesday, all while they began their discussion on the golden figures in the upper-class world. She learned of the main influencers among the millionaires and billionaires, and about their wives who all seemed to come from great, founding families of Magnolia; she learned bits and pieces about their children, too, which some were close to her age, living the Fiore Dream. Laxus and his grandfather, Makarov, were actually one of the central topics they talked about. It seemed that the Trimens idolized Laxus, for not only was he a "handsome man" with "noble traits" and a "true man among the men," but he was also incredibly strong and successful. It seemed like nobody compared to Laxus, and he was still so young, too—so why was it that he was still alone? From what Mirajane could conclude, it sounded like there were plenty of amazing, beautiful daughters of those millionaires and billionaires who were her age or maybe slightly older—more mature and a real woman—who were single and at that age where their bountiful parents tried to find them a nice, handsome, young rich man to marry off to so that they could have their happily-ever-after.

It honestly all seemed a bit off, and because Mirajane couldn't take her mind off of the facts she had just learned surrounding Laxus, making her become even more concerned on whether or not she'd actually be able to pull off making him fall in love with her—or at least gain his trust—she didn't hear some of the last bits Ichiya was talking about when it came to a couple of other rich men that could potentially be candidates for her. She also missed the last bit about how some of them could be particularly aggressive when it came to something they wanted.

After their roleplay dinner and educating discussion, there was only one final thing that the Trimens needed to teach Mirajane: How to dance. While Ichiya played the piano, Ren played the violin, and Eve played the cello, Hibiki acted as Mirajane's dance partner and twirled her across the spacious music room in the evening glow. He was a bit too extravagant in his movements for her, but she truly did enjoy it, and because she was already gifted at dancing, that happy moment was short-lived. But that evening was when she rediscovered how much she truly loved dancing; however, ever since she became a courtesan, she had forgotten all about the joys that came with it. She really didn't even mind that her partner had to be Hibiki. It's not like he wasn't charming, but he did come off as a bit of a player, so she knew to keep her space. Plus, it's not like she could actually fall for someone like him. He wasn't her type. What even was her type? She had never bothered to think about it before…because she never thought she could ever fall for a man. They were all monsters...weren't they?

In another time lapse where her thoughts took over, and everything around her passed by in a blur of unclear words and movements, Mirajane suddenly found herself standing outside in the cool air, hardly having any remembrance of what had exactly happened that led up to the event that was now about to take place in the Dulcis Mendacium Villa's backyard swimming pool.

"And that, my Dear, puts an end to our lessons. Congratulations, Mirajane. You managed to excel in everything these past few days with absolute grace, and now…we must celebrate your success by relaxing in the pool and having fun!" Ichiya declared as he now stood at the tip of the low diving board with his right finger in the air and his left hand on his hip, clad in a bright red swim brief—a sight Mirajane honestly thought could've been punishment—but she smiled pleasantly, quickly understanding the situation, and clapped her hands excitedly while Hibiki, Ren, and Eve, who stood beside her in their colorful swim trunks cheered happily.

"Men," Ichiya called to a final attention, "let the fun begin!" and then he jumped off the diving board into the crystal clear pool with a classic dive, rippling the smooth surface of the water.

Following right after Ichiya were his three men, which Mirajane had come to realize over the past few days that they were his biggest fans. In fact, they seemed to think Ichiya was on par with Laxus, and even though she still had yet to meet Laxus and had only heard many things about him, she was beginning to see that the world Hibiki, Ren, and Eve lived in was clearly a separate tiny world from the bigger one she and everybody else resided in. She found it all quite ridiculous at first. But now that she had spent these past few days with them and had gotten to truly know them in such a short time period, she had grown accustomed to their ways and found a liking towards them.

Mirajane tugged at the soft material of her plain white swimsuit which hugged the curves of her upper body. She kind of remembered going through the drawers in the walk-in closet and ultimately choosing this swimsuit; it was the most decent looking one. The swimsuit she currently wore was like a tight mini dress, except the material was meant for water; at least, that's what it was supposed to be made for, but from the feel of it, she had a feeling it was still a bit impractical. She then looked up at the swimming pool and pursed her lips. Maybe she'd sit this one out, and just enjoy the atmosphere by lounging in one of the sun chairs…

Mirajane wandered over to the closest white sun chair and sat down on the cushioned surface. It was now around 7:30 P.M., so the sun had almost sunk down far below, out of sight in the sky, taking its warmth from this part of the world. There was a slight cool breeze in the air that made her want to go find a blanket to wrap up in. It wasn't actually summer yet—it was still spring, so the nights got fairly cold still, but the daytime weather was always nice. It was a wonder to her how the Trimens could really enjoy swimming when it wasn't quite warm enough for that kind of activity in the evening time.

Mirajane sighed as she rested her deep sapphire blue eyes on the four men in the clear blue pool who shoved water on each other like they were still children and screamed with an unlikely sound at the sudden splash-attacks. A gentle smile graced her lips. Idiots. But really…despite that, she had to thank them for everything. Because without them, she may not be able to feel this relaxed about everything. She had a lot of fun these past few days. She didn't feel as alone. She also got to experience a lot of new things. Like today…

This was the first time Mirajane had ever worn a swimsuit. This was also the first time she had ever been given the chance to go swimming. Despite this large property now belonging to her, she still had yet to try out everything, and she wasn't sure if she'd ever be able to get herself to do it. How many times she had gazed out at the pool and wondered what it'd be like to float in it and enjoy the feel of the sun slowly melting her skin…but she could never bring herself to get a swimsuit on and try it out. Not that she really had a whole lot of time to herself these past few days, but she still had her mornings.

Inhaling deeply, Mirajane looked up at the partly cloudy sky. It was such a lovely color. The clouds reflected a pastel pink, while the sky was a mixture of blues, violets, and pinks that all blended together like a water-colored painting. She really had never known it could look like this…it was like she had never actually seen the sky before this whole entire time.

For a while, Mirajane remained as she was, staring up at the sky while the colors became darker. It was peaceful. The sounds of their happy laughter, the cool breeze against her bare skin, the brush of her starlight hair against her shoulders, the sweet smell of roses…everything was just right. Perfect. Almost. There was something missing…

"Mirajane."

Mirajane turned to look at the source of the familiar voice, and she smiled even wider, making sure to not allow her eyes to wander anywhere down. "Are you guys done playing?" she asked.

Ichiya, who stood dripping wet with his strawberry blonde hair brushed back, shook his head to the side. "Aren't you going to come in?" he questioned.

"Hmm…" Mirajane hummed in thought. "I don't know…I wasn't really planning on it…"

Ichiya looked back at Hibiki, Ren, and Eve, who now had gotten tired from playing in the waters and were each hooked onto a single, clear pink floating doughnut tube that Mirajane did not remember being there from the start. His gaze then moved up to the heavens. On the inside, he was cursing himself for not having any relic inspirational quote at hand to say (something he was going to work on once he got home) and instead opted to saying whatever words he could sew together that would hopefully create the outcome he wanted: "There are moments you can never relive twice. So while you can, make sure you have the most fun possible, and take every chance you get to create unforgettable memories."

When Ichiya didn't get an immediate response, he hesitantly turned to look at the starlight-haired beauty, almost a little nervous to see the result of his words, only to find her not looking at him, but at the sky. She had a blank face. But after a few long moments, she blinked and set her eyes straight, shortly after coming to a stand. She then began her walk towards the pool, stopping halfway with her back to him. Then she turned and looked at him with those deep sapphire eyes, and she smiled.

Ichiya was at a loss for words. His face was heating up and he suddenly found himself unable to take his eyes off of her, and not because he was suddenly growing feelings for her. He did care and admire her greatly, but even he knew the limits and when to draw the line between clients. There were plenty of beautiful women he had been blessed to help and beautify…but none had ever become this lovely. None had ever had this much grace. None had ever been this genuine…

The starlight-haired girl walked to the diving board, and she slowly walked to the end that floated inches above the cold, clear waters. A cool breeze drifted by, dancing with the tips of her hair. She could feel all of their eyes on her, but her own were directed up. It's not that Mirajane really took Ichiya's words to heart…but she was able to see a valid point. There was only so much she'd be able to experience while in this temporary life. And if seeing something as lovely as the current sky she had over her was one of the only things she'd ever be able to have while in this life, then she wasn't going to throw away anything else she could possibly have only in this life. Because while she may not be able to have this forever…hopefully, she'd be able to provide this kind of life for her siblings in the future…for, the possibility that it would have to be without her was still there.

Mirajane then dropped her gaze and looked at the men of Blue Pegasus. She smiled widely—her smile was easily contagious, for it spread to each one of their faces within a second—and she jumped in the pool with her legs tucked tightly to her chest.

Later that night, Mirajane was in her white room, lying on the large bed with several sheets of papers spread out on the covers around her, with two sheets of paper in her hands. The lamp on the right nightstand was the only light turned on, casting a warm glow throughout the room. She couldn't stop rereading the words she had written, wondering if they were right and okay, but after a few minutes, she was soon fast asleep, absolutely exhausted, but satisfied.

She really had finally finished writing her song.

Come Friday, and time suddenly sped up. Since Vidaldus had a performance happening that night at some other high-end restaurant, he couldn't come drill Mirajane that afternoon because he had an earlier rehearsal with his own band, Trinity Heaven. So that gave her extra time to practice her own song she had written, and she needed all the time she could get to practice the tune she had in mind for the past few days. She wasn't educated on how to write actual music, and she had no idea Ichiya and his men were musically talented until Thursday evening, so it wasn't until the same night before that she managed to get the melody she wanted sketched out on actual paper in music notes.

With a brief explanation of what was going on, Mirajane easily had the Trimens' support for her to sing her own song. They made quick work to bring to life the melody she had desired on paper, and they even went so far as to come earlier before their scheduled time so that she could practice singing with actual music in the background. Apparently, Rosa Nera was known for having an excellent band and orchestra, so even with their undetailed music sheets mainly meant for the piano, Rosa Nera's music groups should be able to pick up on the tune and match almost perfectly to the sound Mirajane wanted. All she needed to do was make sure they were aware that she wasn't going to sing the song they were informed she would be singing. Or so the Trimens had informed her.

It wasn't long before the great grandfather clock tolled its hourly sound, telling them it was time for the Trimens' to start getting Mirajane dressed and ready for her performance.

The air was quickly filled with hair spray, and there was soon a man holding each hand of Mirajane's as they worked on her nails, while another stood behind her and did her hair. Hibiki and Eve were in charge of getting her hands groomed while Ren was in charge of doing her hair. And then there was Ichiya, who worked on getting her toenails painted. Before long, Hibiki was leaning over in front of Mirajane, doing her facial makeup, and Eve was picking out accessories and jewelry for her to wear. Ren was almost complete with her hair. Ichiya all the while was lining up all of her perfumes, testing them all on a few strips of colored ribbon and having Mirajane smell them all and think about which one she liked best. She was to decide once they were done.

Finally, it was time, and all four men of Blue Pegasus awaited for Mirajane to descend down the stairs. They had completed getting her ready, all while she sat in a bathrobe, having just barely showered, and they were extremely anxious for seeing what she ultimately looked like. If they were being completely honest, they hadn't actually thought about what everything combined together—the hair, makeup, jewelry, dress, and shoes—would look like. They just did what they thought suited their favorite, beautiful starlight-haired girl best. It was a different method they had never done for any other girl. But something told them that only the best suited her, and they weren't even sure what the best combination was, so they did everything individually, taking over the jobs that they each were best talented in, and made art of their specialties.

"What if the earrings I chose are no good?" Eve was fretting.

"I'm sure you did fine—what I'm more concerned about is her hair! I mean, not that I did bad, but…it wasn't too plain, was it?" Ren sulked.

"Did anybody see the lipstick color I chose for her? Now that I think about it, I'm beginning to think I should have gone with a darker color!—anybody? Did anybody see?" Hibiki panicked.

"I don't really remember what lipstick color you used—was it glossy?" Eve asked.

"Yes! It was the color I hardly ever use on our clients—" Hibki was saying.

"Oh! You used that color?" Ichiya jumped in.

"Yes!"

"Oh...hmmm…"

"Oh no! What will I do if even Ichiya says it's not a good choice?!"

"Ichiya, not that I'm too concerned or anything—but did you see how I did her hair? Do you think it looked okay?" Ren threw in.

"Why hasn't anyone commented on the jewelry I chose for her?" Eve whined.

"Didn't I say—?" Ren started.

"Ichiya!"

"Men!" Ichiya yelled, and the room suddenly fell silent. He then exhaled deeply, folding his arms as he became lost in thought, but then his smell senses began to pick up on a certain scent. His nose scrunched and flared as he sniffed the air. The aroma that now swirled pleasantly in the room—it was fresh, sweet, floral-like, and most importantly, heavenly intoxicating. Hm. He knew this smell well. It was his favorite smell out of the five perfumes on her vanity—

Ichiya's eyes widened and he whipped around, turning his gaze up towards the top of the staircase, and surely enough—there—there, she stood. In all beauty and grace, it was none other than the one they had been waiting for. It was then in that moment that a few knocks rapped loudly against the front door. The men in striped suits had arrived. But none of the men of Blue Pegasus bothered to move. They all stood still with their gazes turned upwards, as if they had been struck by Zeus' lightning bolt.

With jaws gaping down to the floor, and bodies frozen in shock, Ichiya, Hibiki, Ren, and Eve could only gawk in awe as Mirajane began her descent from the top of the stairs. Once she got to the bottom, another few heavy knocks sounded off on the front door. They were getting impatient. But still, nobody could bother to care about the ones that waited on the other side of the door. Mirajane simply gave the four men that stood before her a sweet smile. "Well?" she asked. "How do I look?"

But before they could answer, the front door abruptly opened, and two hatted men in striped suits marched in. They carried an urgent air around them that clearly spoke "hurry up."

Mirajane pursed her lips, merely glancing at the two uninvited visitors before she returned her attention back to the four men that still stood in a trance before her. She clenched her hands into fists, beginning to feel the pressure of time becoming more compressed, knowing it would eventually become a bomb that would soon explode if she didn't start walking out that front door within the next ten seconds. She really wanted to stay with the Trimens a bit longer…but that was no good, was it? She had seven seconds to start walking.

Mirajane dropped her gaze to the ground momentarily, but then she looked up and passed her eyes through each member of the Trimens, giving them each a sincere smile. "Thank you…Hibiki, Ren, Eve, and Ichiya…for everything," she finally said, hesitating before she walked past them towards the front door where her escorts waited.

One by one, like they had done the first day they had met Mirajane, Hibiki, Eve, and Ren suddenly broke free and threw out their honest thoughts, aiming their best pose towards her as the words, "Beautiful," and "Gorgeous," and "Stunning" collided with one another, yet passed through the air, loud and clear.

Then Ichiya finally stepped forward in all grandeur with a gleam in his eye, and he did his own spectacular pose in front of the dazzling trio as he said to her: "Mirajane, you look like a billionaire's lady."

Mirajane didn't stop walking. But she grinned, and once the two men in striped suits walked out the door before her and headed towards the modern black carriage that awaited them in the driveway, she turned her head to look back at the Trimens. She then winked while bringing a Victory Hand close beside her right eye—her own departing pose to them.

Victory Hand is apparently the name given for the peace hand sign.

Also, I just realized I may have left out an incredibly important fact in one of the chapters. I kind of edited chapter 2 because of that (like added a sentence or two). But it's basically in the summary, so I won't say it.

Anyways. Thanks so much for reading! :)