They – Natsu, Zeref, Aki, Erza, Gray, Lucy, Wendy, Carla, and Happy – had ended up walking back to Magnolia, much to Natsu's delight. Aki's unexplained refusal to get on a train—Lucy guessed that she was still too afraid of the curse to be around that many people—meant that the three newly reunited siblings would have to go by foot. Lucy had tagged along, saying, "We're a team, right?" Erza had agreed that, as they were a team, she should join them as well. She chose not to voice her second reason for coming, though: keeping an eye on the Black Mages, who had been permitted by Master Makarov to wait to explain anything more until they reached Magnolia.
This had been a hard thing to wrangle, what with the kingdom knowing immediately that the Black Mages were now not only 'capturable,' but 'killable.' Through Colonel Arcadios and, mainly, Hisui-hime, they had convinced the council to give authority of the Black Mages over to Fairy Tail… for the time being.
Zeref and Aki had told Hisui-hime, who had been accompanied by a stiff Arcadios, what had happened that day seven years ago, and she had understood. This had shocked them both, somehow, worse than Hisui-hime had been shocked to find them sitting meekly in her meeting room, the entirety of the Garou Knights standing behind them as guards.
Gray, for his part, had joined the group walking to Magnolia solely for Erza's second reason, though, unlike her, he had no problem voicing it. He fought almost nonstop with Natsu, shooting dirty glares and insults at the two ex-Black Mages every chance he got.
Zeref and Aki had born with it surprisingly well; Lucy was worried they were handling it a little too well, in fact, reflecting that they had, for centuries, been forced to bear the same thing from all angles, and that they might just be used to it, which she thought was a sad thing.
Wendy had entirely ignored Carla's objections and joined them to watch over her patients. At least, that was her cover story. Wendy was one of the very few people who knew anything, never mind details, about the ex-Black Mages. She had needed the information when healing them after the dragons' rampage, her magic having inexplicably not worked as it should have done when first directed at the two. As such, she had, the second they had woken up, immediately terrified for the people around them, felt oddly protective of them, particularly Aki, and had joined to stick with her.
Maybe it was because she had lost so many things: No home, friends, happiness, sanity for four whole centuries, barely any 'family' for the fusion of her and her brother into one that had apparently just happened sometimes—Wendy wasn't entirely sure on the finer points, and, she guessed, considering how long they'd lived, the explanation would be one of the longest 'long stories' ever. Perhaps it was because she seemed so well-meaning and scared, helpless in silent pain, crushed by sins for which she was blamed but not at fault for, in Wendy's fierce opinion. Perhaps it was because she was taller than the diminutive ex-Black Mage, or because the girl was injured and sweet, or adorable with her twin brother Natsu, or any other reason; Wendy didn't know. But, regardless of her uncertainty as to why she cared for the former Black Mage, she knew that she did.
So she had come along, eager to help her and make her feel welcome, hoping that the guild in Magnolia to which they were returning would become for the two ex-Black Mages what it had for her: A home.
Now, she and the rest of the party were loosely gathered in a clearing in the woods. Wendy, specifically, was tending to the fresh cut marring Aki's hand from Erza's blade, Zeref sitting next to Aki.
"Honestly," Wendy chided lightly, no real annoyance in her voice, "you shouldn't be so reckless."
The other grinned faintly. "I can't remember the last time I took care of myself; the c-c-"
Wendy glanced anxiously at her; she had clammed up again, staring blankly into the fire at the very thought of her curse. "Hungry?" she asked peppily, getting up. Aki didn't seem to hear her, but Wendy figured she was.
If Aki hadn't noticed her leave, she certainly noticed when Wendy plopped back down beside her. Lurching sideways, her eyes flying up to meet Wendy's, she looked like a frightened animal.
"It's okay!" Wendy assured in a hasty whisper.
After several blinks and a few shakes of the head—each of which grew progressively more violent, as though they hadn't 'worked'—Aki nodded jerkily. "S-sorry…" she mumbled, looking away and bringing her knees to her chest.
"It's fine," Wendy said kindly, scooching next to her again. The other having been perpetually quiet so far, she didn't wait for a response, instead saying eagerly, "I got some stuff so that we could have something called smores!"
"Oh… I- I'm not-"
Wendy glanced up from removing the contents of the bag, barely catching Aki's flush before her face was hidden in her knees. "What's wrong?"
Aki didn't respond. After a minute, Zeref looked up from his own preoccupation. Tapping her shoulder, he said gently, "You already know, just go on. No point, anymore. You have to, actually."
Aki shook her head once.
Zeref leaned closer, and, only thanks to her enhanced dragon hearing, Wendy heard him whisper, "For Natsu."
Aki looked up at him, and Wendy couldn't see her expression as Zeref kissed her forehead (though that didn't stop her from internally squealing at the cute brotherliness of it).
Aki turned back to Wendy, a half grin plastered over her face. "What's a smore?" she asked, a bit too cheerfully.
Wendy knew she had to settle for this – for now, at least – and grinned, holding up a bar of chocolate. "It's a dessert that has some chocolate and a marshmallow" —her eyes grew dreamy as she said the word, thinking of the fluffy, white glory that was the marshmallow— "sandwiched between two sweet crackers."
Aki took the chocolate without a word, eyeing it apprehensively.
"Here," Wendy added chirpily, pointing at the bag of marshmallows and skewers she had set between them. "You take a marshmallow, and then, then… uhm…" She frowned, uncertain.
Aki tilted her head, watching her. "Have you had one before?"
Wendy sweat-dropped, rubbing the back of her head. "Uh, no, actually, I haven't… But I've always wanted to," she added enthusiastically, leaning forward earnestly, her eyes sparkling.
Aki grinned weakly, head bobbing, and picked up a skewer. "I think it's supposed to go like this…" She impaled the marshmallow, then paused, looking anxious again. "I don't know… Are you just supposed to stick it in the fire to melt it?"
Wendy nodded slowly, thinking. "I think so." She impaled her marshmallow, too, and set it over the fire. As Aki copied her, she asked curiously, "Hey, you said you hadn't had them before, right?"
Aki nodded.
"But, how did you know to put the marshmallow on the skewer?"
Aki flinched. After seeming to battle with herself for a minute, she turned back to the fire.
"Aki?"
Aki, Wendy realized, was shivering slightly, her marshmallow shaking at the end of its stick.
"Ak-"
"I don't want to talk about it…" she mumbled weakly, dropping her skewer and wrapping her arms around herself.
"That's fine!" Wendy blurted immediately, waving her hands frantically. "It's fine if you don't want to, you don't have to tell me. Let's- let's just make some smores." She eyed Aki's back anxiously, unsure if the tight ball could unroll any time that day, let alone then.
But Aki nodded, seeming to pry herself from her own comforting ball. She took the skewer again, holding it over the fire with a shaky hand. "Sorry…"
The last word was far too quiet for anyone to hear – if they didn't have enhanced draconic hearing, that is, and Wendy's heart clenched. "Everyone has problems," she said kindly; Aki didn't respond.
"Speaking of-" All three looked up at Erza's crisp voice, the Black Mages flinching on instinct. Erza was fixing them a glare that laid down in no uncertain terms her feelings toward them: Anger, distrust, anxiety, suspicion. She nodded at Zeref, who was staring blankly at a stick on the ground, apparently lost in his thoughts, and demanded, "-what is this 'curse' that afflicted you?"
Aki jerked at the word 'curse.' Her mouth opened, moving silently, eyes glazing and unglazing as Erza waited. Swallowing, she tried again, but she only managed a choking sound.
Wendy stepped in hurriedly, "Didn't Master say they didn't have to say anything yet?"
Erza raised an eyebrow.
"He said nothing about asking," came a very cool voice. Carla had flown over to join them, scowling at the two ex-Black Mages.
"But-!" Wendy started, aghast.
"I-I can't tell you," Aki mumbled, not meeting Erza's gaze; Wendy had to wonder why no one else could hear the fear and pain in her every word, why they could be so cruel.
Erza's eyes flashed, the short, unexplained refusal having a clear and predictable effect. "Why not?"
This question seemed to, again, stump Aki, who, after a minute, gave up on finding a suitable answer, opting to examine the fresh bandage wrapped around her hand; Carla scoffed. Wendy glanced at Aki, then pointedly at Zeref, hoping he might be able to answer in her stead. She doubted it, seeing that he was still staring at the stick as though it were a complicated essay.
"I-" Aki's fractured voice made Wendy's eyes snap back to her. She seemed, somehow, shrunken, past her already diminutive size. "-can't tell you… I-I can't, but" —she mouthed silently for a moment, eyes darting around the clearing— "but you can ask Lucy… She knows- she- uh, I'm pretty sure that she" —she took a shuddering breath, ducking her head, hiding her face— "knows…"
"What kind of answer is that?" Carla demanded waspishly. Aki dropped her marshmallow again, curling in on herself. "You-"
Wendy shot a glare at her Exceed, and Carla relented, albeit grudgingly. Settling for a pointed humph, she drifted away.
Erza, too, tch'ed, and left them.
"'m sorry…"
Wendy looked around, startling to see Aki in Zeref's lap, firmly attached to his side; she hadn't heard her move. "Aki?"
Finally, Zeref looked up, asking tonelessly, "What do you need?"
"I," Wendy faltered, bewildered. "I- er, is- is she alright?"
"…sorry…'m real…"
"Yes," Zeref replied laconically, looking back down. Following his gaze, she saw that a proper book had appeared in his hands.
"…rry…"
Wendy's eyebrows knitted as she realized that Aki was quivering. "Erm, are- are you sure?"
He turned a page, not looking up. "Mn."
Natsu, who had just returned from 'gathering sticks' – his version of the activity being setting fire to a bush by accident and dumping it in the campfire – squatted beside the two, looking worried. "What's wrong?"
Aki jerked, then shook her head minimally.
Zeref, glancing down at her, sighed. "She would like a hug from you, too, actually."
Wendy couldn't see Aki's face as she pulled away from Zeref, but Natsu was already grinning and scooping her up. She fumbled at his contact, but quickly seemed to melt into him, fully reattached to a brother before Natsu had finished plopping down next to Zeref.
"Well, uhm, smores later, then?" Wendy tried to chirp.
Zeref didn't respond this time, watching Natsu and Aki with a little smile on his face and a customary haunted look in his eyes.
Wendy frowned slightly, not out of annoyance or offence, but concern for the two.
Why did Erza have to bring up the curse?
Wordlessly, she gathered the smore supplies, resolving to make them the next night. She caught sight of Carla a ways away from the fire and scowled.
She's worse than Erza! I know they're good, both of them! It was a curse, so it wasn't their fault. They were suffering, too. Why can't they understand?
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"Aki-ki," Zeref murmured, petting her head. The fire was mostly brightly flashing embers now, and snores from Natsu and Gray were competing for the loudest noise in the forest, though both were occasionally dwarfed by Erza's erratic snoring.
Aki, curled against his stomach, twitched, clenching his robes with the death grip of a thousand stolen souls.
"Want to go for a walk?" he said gently, sending his book away; he already knew the answer. He felt Aki nod jerkily and stood up, holding her in his arms.
As the last the signs of the camp flickered out behind the trees, she whimpered, "'m sorry…"
Zeref didn't speak; his confusion over fault and, well, individual being hadn't had the chance yet to settle, leaving him unsure if it were possible for her to be innocent, as he certainly wasn't. He could no more think of an excuse for her than for himself, and the thought of defending himself was sickening—he, at least, was a monster.
But, if he was a monster, and They- no, they had been- or-
He shook his head to clear it, sitting down on the bank of a pond. He didn't speak as she cried softly, having no comfort to give, instead stroking her hair and making comforting sounds.
"It's my fault… It's horrible… how I know what a smore-" A shudder ran up her spine, and she whined, grabbing her head. "Campers… I did'n' mean it…'m sorry…"
Zeref's own face contorted, then, as quickly, lost all emotion, and he listened numbly as his sister shuddered from their shared tragedies and sins.
"…my fault… my fault… I know… I'm sorry…"
Behind a tree, Erza lowered her sword, watching the pair suspiciously.
What are they doing?
She wasn't able to hear what was being said – as the Black Mage Zeref looked up at the moon, the Black Mage Aki curled in his lap – but could not conceive anything positive. Then again, she conceded, watching as he pulled a book from thin air, it wasn't necessarily a bad thing.
What should I do? Return them to camp forcibly? Watch them through the night?
Camp, or wait?
Camp?
Camp.
But, before she could do more than begin to consider how to drag them back, alien noise tickled her ear; she went stock still. At first, she couldn't make out what she was hearing, the only possibilities impossibilities. As they grew louder, however, she had to acknowledge that they really were soft, frightened cries—the last thing she would have expected from the two Black Mages, the dark mages that had conceived of the R-system.
As they continued, she craned her neck, trying to see his face, or her body, or, a small part of her considered with a great deal of instinct on its side, maybe some small animal they had decided to 'play' with.
She couldn't see, but the whimpers were, she realized, definitely human. She shifted back to the first idea. He didn't seem to be crying whatsoever, so it must be…?
She snorted.
The Black Mage Aki, whining? Aki, more ruthless than even her brother, crying? That's ludicrous…
All tales of the Black Mages included the both of them, but Aki was always the crueler, the meaner, more bloodthirsty and needlessly savage than Zeref. He was cold and cruel, but she was addicted to bloodshed. She was maniacal, unfeeling, heartless. It was she, not Zeref, that had brought down a kingdom for no reason, intentionally leaving but one broken man to tell the tale; that had created the R-system; that had killed who knew how many more people than her brother.
No, it made no sense that the Black Mage Aki of legend was crying. It simply did not fit with reality.
Yet, sense or no, the whimpers continued, each one more panicked than the last, following sooner than the last, louder than the last…
She made her way silently around the lake, moving from tree to tree nimbly, coming to a halt in a particularly leafy one. Peering through a small gap, careful not to disturb the branch, she found them across the little pond. He was still reading the book, sitting crisscross, petting her- her head…
The Black Mage was crying, hand held to her mouth to muffle the noise. Tears poured down her cheeks, and, as Erza watched, her eyes widened in apparent horror before squeezing shut.
The Black Mage was shaking her head furiously, hands hiding her face, crying. It was plain, now, that she was choking down her complete anguish.
As Erza watched, he pulled his book to his chest as she let out a loud, shattered wail, but he didn't seem to say anything. Then – Erza shook her head, entirely unable to understand the series of events – he returned to his book, appearing to not care in the slightest.
Erza had no idea what was going on, and she preferred to rectify situations like that, rather than letting them drift by. So, settling down best she could in a tree, she prepared to spend the night up, watching the two Black Mages by the pond.
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"Erza, is there something you needed…?" Lucy tried hesitantly, watching her red-haired friend.
Erza had practically dragged her away from the others gathered around the little campfire that Natsu had lit with an over-aggressive sneeze. Once out of earshot, she had stood silently, observing the group closely, Lucy growing steadily colder and more impatient in the chilly night air. While she very much cared about Erza, she hoped to help, well, before her feet froze more solidly than the two times she had had the misfortune of going to Mount Hakobe.
With that in mind, when the knight gave no response, only another minute of silence – besides Natsu's and Gray's shouts from over by the campfire – she tried again. "Erza, is there-"
"Lucy" —Lucy jumped— "what do you think of the Black Mages?"
Erza seemed not to have heard Lucy's previous attempts at conversation whatsoever, but Lucy wasn't too surprised by this, and, as Erza turned to look at her, Lucy's only thought was:
She's finally asked.
She had been expecting the question the day before yesterday, the second they had left Aki, Zeref, and Natsu in their hotel room, (Erza had been hesitant to permit the situation, not wanting to leave Natsu alone with the Black Mages, but had ultimately been over-ruled by Master Makarov) and was frankly only surprised by how long it had taken for her friend to ask.
So, with the readiness of a practiced speech, she answered with certainty. "I think they're both very good people who only did bad things because they were cursed. They were forced to. They seem to regret all the bad things they've done, and haven't tried to deny it. I know they feel love and loyalty," she added affectionately, watching as Aki tackled Natsu, hugging him in that fierce manner of hers—that manner that practically screamed her elation that he was there—her fear that he wouldn't be if she let go.
"And what is this curse?" Erza snapped, sounding – unfairly, in Lucy's opinion – impatient and annoyed. "I keep hearing about some 'curse,' but Aki refused to talk, and Zeref ignored me."
Lucy sweat-dropped. It figured that the Black Mages would be the ones to finally not be overwhelmed by Erza's OP intimidation stats. "Well," she said carefully, not wanting the beast to sate its lust for rage on her, "they aren't used to being around people. I think it's been at least a century or two since they have been around anyone. Zeref, especially, he's been zoning out all the time, not just with you. I honestly doubt he was trying to ignore you. And that Aki wouldn't talk about it…" She sighed, shaking her head. "Well, it's not surprising. The curse – I think the past's Zeref called it the… oh, right, the Curse of Contradictions – it, well, it did a lot of awful things to them."
Lucy began ticking off fingers, running through what she knew. "First off, anything they loved or valued would die. The only way they wouldn't accidentally kill everything around them was to not value other people's lives, to not love or care or feel. Let me finish!" she said preemptively, seeing Erza open her mouth. "I'm sorry!" she added fearfully, cringing at her friend's tangible anger. "But I can't explain if you don't let me finish!"
Erza glowered at her for a few more seconds, then nodded grudgingly.
"Right," Lucy panted, slightly out of breath. She wiped her hands on her skirt for no apparent reason, swallowing to find her voice. "Right. So they had to not care. But when they did that, they still ended up killing people. They had to genuinely lose all respect for life; it would have been impossible to care and not care at the same time—though they did try."
"I understand that it affected their minds. I think it, like, took away their ability to think…? That's about what the younger them said. They said that their thoughts and feelings were reversed. I remember Aki saying that – past Aki, I mean – that the more future-Aki thought what she was doing was wrong, the more she would want to do it. I absolutely believe their past selves are good," she added preemptively. "I got to know them the night the dragons attacked, and, besides pretentiousness and arrogance and stealing library books, they didn't do anything wrong; they weren't evil in the slightest – just annoying," she huffed irritably.
Erza watched her for, in Lucy's opinion, too long – to be fair, Erza-staring-at-you time is almost as slow as time doing the invisible chair exercise. "What else?" Erza eventually asked, glancing back at the fire.
Promptly – because she was ready, not because she was scared that the monster's wrath might be directed at her, no, not at all – Lucy answered, "Well, still about psychological effects, it apparently linked their consciousnesses or something; the younger them said that they thought they were a single person. I don't entirely understand how that's possible, but…
"The last thing I know about is that it made them both immortal; they couldn't die." Lucy's expression darkened as she remembered reflecting on how it would be for her to kill each and every one of her friends in Fairy Tail – accidentally, yet intentionally – and then having to live, doing the same to all who stumbled across her, unable to escape the death no matter what she did.
Another thought brushed itself off in the back of her mind, and she was forcibly reminded of Zeref shaking his head, over and over and over, as though struggling to rid himself of something, to make sense of something…
She shook herself violently, ridding herself of the thought.
Instead, she looked at the fire again, watching Zeref beam – or as close as she guessed he was able to get – at his siblings' antics, clearly thrilled, even if he didn't show it as well as Aki did, and she smiled faintly herself. She was thrilled for them, for how happy they had the chance to be now, after so many years of suffering; thrilled, for how content Natsu clearly was having them by his side; thrilled to get to know her new friends, and to welcome them into Fairy Tail.
Her head tilted slightly as she watched them, finishing, "The curse… it forced them to live forever, alone and insane, killing everything they cared about, no matter what they did. For four hundred years…"
She glanced back from the pair they were discussing, trying to read Erza's overshadowed face.
"I guess they were just victims, too," Erza muttered finally, as if to herself. Lucy could see, if only slightly through the knight's adamantine defenses, that she now felt pity and kindness, just a trace of the bitterness that had festered there; anyone who cared about their family and didn't wantonly hurt others was okay in her book.
Well, mostly…
She turned to Lucy again, now with such a serious expression that Lucy flinched away, but she asked simply, "Do you trust them?"
Lucy's mouth had already opened to confidently assert that she did, but she closed it. She did trust them, going off how she felt, but, objectively, not thinking about how happy it would make her best friend, or how excited she was to get to know them… did she trust them?
That was just it – she wanted to get to know them; they were essentially strangers, however good they seemed to be, and whatever had happened to them. Sure, she had gotten to know their past selves, but four-hundred years could have – and did – change them. They could be faking their remorse, hoping to escape the kingdom by taking advantage of Fairy Tail's forgiving attitude.
But—as Natsu scruffed his sister's hair, laughing, attempting to do the same to an indignant Zeref—two precocious geniuses shoved their way into her mind, two brats who had challenged the universe to see their brother again, who had built time machines on the side out of interest, and who had been appalled to hear what they would do. The younger versions of the two beside the fire that had, just two days ago, happily went back in time to go through the hell they knew would come for them, no wheedling to escape it, no holding it over them, no bargaining—rather, matter-of-factly—all to see a certain pink-haired Dragon Slayer again.
She thought only as secondary examples of how they had conquered the dragons, their other actions feeling far more important when tallied according to trustworthiness. No, rather than their miraculous triumph, she reflected on how hyperactively overjoyed Aki had been about being with Natsu again every single time Lucy looked at her, about the quiet yet tangible euphoria Zeref gave off whenever he saw his brother. She thought about how much Natsu – who, despite his total lack of common sense, had amazing natural instincts – had immediately grown on them; who was chasing Aki around trees as she laughed, grinning more broadly than it looked like her cheeks were used to.
She remembered how gentle Aki had been with her keys, clearly aware of what they were, showing them the care their status deserved, no questions needed. She thought about how considerately they bore with Gray's attacks, trying to make up for Deliora in any way they could, even if the one they made it up to never realized their efforts—even if all they could do was take the hits.
Trust, aside from how she felt? How she felt was everything, not something to be discarded in the face of cold logic—wasn't that the heart of Fairy Tail?
Smiling confidently, she looked back at Erza, and answered.
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True Tale was inspired by the fanfic [Time for a Change], written by [CrimsonStarbird] and published on Fanfictiondotnet. I summarized her story (with her permission) at the beginning of the last chapter. While you do NOT need to read hers—it is Not the first chapter, this is Not a sequel, and reading hers is Not necessary to understand and enjoy True Tale—if you have the time, you should give it a read. It'll be worth your while. She's a fantastic writer, and I really enjoyed a chunk of her other Fairy Tail fics, too. My second favorite would have to be [Kidnapping Erza].
Tl;dr: Zeref and Aki's curse has been broken by the start of this chapter.
Previous Question (II)
What are your ships in Fairy Tail? What are your OTP[s]?
My Answer: JERZA
I was going to put an actual image/thing here to show you to what degree I need this, but I realized while searching that nothing could properly convey my love for this. (I will personally assassinate anyone who supports the almost kiss from the training arc before the GMG. What are you, a psychopath?)
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Aaaaannnyyyywaaaayyysss, yeah. I LOVE it. It's actually my OTP for all the fandoms I am in. No joke, I actually have only one 'One True Pairing.' Weird, right? Most people have at least ten.
My normal ships are Gajevy.
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Just Gajevy. I told you I wasn't huge on romance. So, instead, I'll say my quick opinions on other mainstream/cannon ships.
Nalu: Good, think the show did work them to have some kind of relationship and to have feelings for the other.
Gruvia: Gray is… Well, Juvia is… Yes. I do think they go together, but the way Juvia fawns over him, and how he blows her off, and how she literally stalks him, I just… Meh. I do think it's cute, some of their moments, though.
Bixanna: where was I for this? When did they have moments? I don't get it? Like, it works, don't get me wrong, but ?
Elfgreen: I haaattttt- don't like these characters. The ship is also obviously cannon (just like Gruvia, Nalu, Gajevy, Zervis, and Jerza), but as I have no investment in either character—Evergreen is just annoying, and Elfman is, at best, same-joke-each-time comic relief—I just don't really care about the pairing.
Zervis: I like it. I don't love Mavis, but I do think the only way Zeref would be happy/content is if he was with her. So, necessity dictates that I do want this. Also, cute Pinterest thingies are adoooooowable.
Miraxus: I have literally no reason, so don't ask me, but I love them together. I didn't list this one because I have so little understanding as to why I like this ship that I didn't think it should count. I'm not even sure I like them, or just the one comic on Pinterest where the main couples are being all cute pretending to be pokemon, and then Laxus is at the bar watching and just lets out this tiny sigh, "totally not bothered," and Mira sees, and she puts on a pikachu like costume or something, and comes along the bar, and taps his shoulder, and then goes "Pikaaaa chu!" and punctuates the chu with a kiss, and ermegersh EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE¬¬–
Apologies for that fangirl moment. I have officially decided that it obviously is something I ship, if the tears were any indication. However, this is hilarious to read, so I'm keeping it down here. ε=ε=ε=(~￣▽￣)~
I just realized something. I'm an 'I don't ship it' shipper. Edolas.
Oh, and ships from other guilds – I don't care. ƪ(˘⌣˘)ʃ
New Question (III)
Who would you most want to be friends with?