Summary/disclaimer: Time for another chapter of Demon and the Monster. Enjoy the 2000-word chapter. I do not own any rights to Fairy Tail, Hiro Mashima, Kodansha and a few others that I may write about.
(Present times)
He smirked as he was thrown across the ground. Chente looked at Mirajane as he slowly climbed to his feet a moment later as he brushed the dirt off his chest.
"Yep, you've never stopped getting stronger, Janey." Chente stated as he paused to hum a moment later. "Just like old times, eh Janey?" Chente asked as he slowly started to look around with curiosity at his surroundings.
"Only you would get nostalgic over this." Mirajane stated as she smiled and flexed her clawed fingertips. "You, ok?" Mirajane questioned as Chente hummed and shrugged a moment later.
Chente shook his head and looked at his friend as his tails twitched back and forth. He shrugged and swung his tail at Mirajane who was forced to dodge it a moment later. She turned to be greeted by a wave of flames from Chente's mouth which engulfed everything in front of him.
Chente would have been worried and a small part of him was… But he knew Mirajane was stronger than his flames, she was MUCH stronger than that. He watched with a smirk as she dispelled the flames, throwing sparks and embers everywhere with her claws.
"I'm not nostalgic at that, Janey." Chente stated, flicking a flame away with his finger. "I'm thinking of all those adventures we used to have as kids. You can't tell me you don't remember any of that?" Chente questioned before he charged forward a moment later.
Mirajane was thrown backwards by a kick which send her skidding backwards. Chente bounded forward only to be greeted by Mirajane's foot as she threw him across the battlefield, forcing him to dig his claws into the ground as he looked at her with a smile.
"Then why don't you start with that?" Mirajane questioned as Chente rose to his feet once more. "Your impossible to figure out." Mirajane said while Chente chuckled.
He shrugged a moment later, quite curious about how this fight would play out. There was a LOT that crossed his mind at the moment as he hummed, flexing his clawed fingers.
"Because you always assume I mean fighting." Chente said as he threw himself forward to lock claws with Mirajane. "And so are you. You look like you're enjoying this, but your voice doesn't seem to be conveying that same emotion. Janey, do you want to stop this fight? I don't want to fight you unless you're having some fun doing it, your heart won't be in the fight then." Chente said before Mirajane pushed him backwards.
"Do you think that I love violence more than our friendship?" Chente as he flew into the air. "That LITERALLY hurts, as in causes me physical pain, Janey." Chente stated while he cracked his neck and looked at his friend below.
Mirajane hummed as she noticed that Chente was frowning. It had hurt, she could tell that Chente was actually bothered by what the assumption meant.
"I just… Hate that you like fighting so much." Mirajane said as Chente started to fly around her. "Your well aware you could get killed one day." Mirajane added a moment later.
"We all die someday, Janey." Chente added with a smirk as he dove towards her. "And I don't love fighting, I like sparring… Fighting to means you WANT to hurt someone. I don't, the only people I like hurting are people who deserve it at the end of the day." Chente said while he shrugged and slammed into Mirajane which threw both of them to the ground.
Mirajane dug her tail into the ground, throwing both of them into the air. Chente dug his clawed fingers into the ground, stopping him from being thrown backwards as he brushed off his hands a moment later.
"You've gotten faster, you used to have to stop to try and know me down." Chente said while clenching his clawed fingers into his hands, almost cutting into them as he looked up at the sky. "That mean you ready to take the kid gloves off?" Chente questioned as he held up his fists as fire began to burn within them.
"Are you SURE you want me to go all out?" Mirajane questioned while Chente wiped the dirt and blood off his face.
"Only if you're ok with it." Chente said, staring across at his friend. "I don't want to push you unless you have to. Remember how it used to be." Chente added, pointing at Mirajane with his tail.
"Since that's the case?" Mirajane said as Chente watched her hold up her hand while he nodded. "This is Satan Soul." Mirajane stated as a flash of light covered the battlefield.
When it faded? Mirajane had bat like wings with claws extending over her fingers, talon like feet which reminded him of his own feet. A tail swept back and forth from her back as he hummed with amusement.
"I heard Sitri was you at full power." Chente said while pointing a finger towards her them as he paused. "Do you want me to not hold back? I don't want to let loose unless you're ok, Janey. This is still part of my rules if you forgot, you know." Chente questioned while he slowly starting to pace back and forth.
Chente knew for a fact that Mirajane didn't want to fight as much as he… But the smile she had given which gave him flashbacks.
"Well? Yes, or no? You don't want me to hold back, I want to settle this." Chente said while he shook his head and put a clawed head to his head.
"If you are sure…" Mirajane said, holding up her hand to summon the power. "Sure, let's you see them." Mirajane said while nodding to let Chente know he could do so.
Chente nodded and closed his eyes before focusing his own magic into the new form he had gotten since then.
"SHAPESHIFT, REPTILE RESURGENT!" Chente screeched as a burst of flames cracked the ground under him.
Mirajane was protected by Sitri's armor as the flames and wind caused her to shield her face. She slowly felt the flames die down. When it did? She looked at Chente who had morphed HEAVILY.
His body was covered with draconic blueish red scales, his ears morphed into the elf like ears dragons had. A pair of black and red wings with flame like markings spreading across them. She could see burning claws emerge from under the set he had. A black and purple tail shot from his back, ending in a sword like stinger. She could see horns emerging from his head and a pair of tusks emerging from his cheeks. His feet looked like taloned claws.
"Ok… I do want to warn you… I do NOT have the most practice with this form." Chente said as he discarded his coat. "That's Sitri?" Chente questioned as he flexed his claws and faced her.
"Yes… Where did you get that?" Chente asked while Chente hummed.
"Well, that's a very long story, Janey…" Chente said before shooting forward as Mirajane flipped backwards. "I'll tell you later. Didn't one of your friend's dislike dragons? I don't want to tell him something that would make us have a fight like that." Chente said as he looked at Mirajane.
His eyes blazed purple as he glared at her, crouching before his tail shot forward, throwing Mirajane backwards. Chente watched her continue forward a moment later.
"Your strong, Janey… But that wasn't why I liked talking to you." Chente pointed out with a sigh as his tail smashed through the ground.
"I know… And I thank you for that." Mirajane said with a smirk as she shot forward, flames coming from her feet.
Chente whipped his tail forward, forcing Mirajane to dodge it as he turned towards her with amusement as he hummed and shrugged. She blinked as Chente paused, his tail slowly dragging itself towards his back. He nodded at her speed with interest.
"Janey, there's a LOT of things I thank you for." Chente stated while he charged forward, digging his claws into the ground as he leapt towards her.
"Hmm." Mirajane hummed to herself as she leapt backwards as Chente started to slash towards her again. "Your pretty strong when it comes down to it, you've been training a LOT, haven't you?" Mirajane asked before Chente nodded while he slashed his claws towards her.
She blocked it, being sent backwards by the force of the strike which sent her skidding back while she hummed. Chente only looked at her with a nod. Chente could see a smirk from Chente while she started to rush towards Chente.
Chente grinned and smirked as he started to strike once more, flailing his claws back and forth at Mirajane. She blocked the hit with her claws, locking fingers with Chente. The ground had started to crack under them.
Chente smirked at his friend while he pushed her back, pressing his strength against the woman's as he chuckled. This was how Mirajane had been when they were kids. He enjoyed nothing more than battling against the woman who was busy trying to throw Chente across the battlefield, unsure of how Chente could be so strong. He smirked at this woman, curious as to HOW she had managed to become so strong enough to threaten him at the end of the day.
"Do you want me to tell you how I had managed to get this much power?" Chente asked as the ground finally splintered between them. "It is quite an interesting tale, I'll tell you." Chente put in as he smirked and then started to think about what his next move was.
"Oh? And what is that?" Mirajane started to question before Chente crossed his arms once more. "Hmm…" Mirajane stated as Chente shrugged.
"I'm going to save that for if you win if that's ok." Chente started to say as he cracked his claws, almost grinning in sheer amusement while he looked towards his friend. "Besides, it's a VERY long and confusing story I'm sure I'll have to explain several times. I don't even remember all of it to be completely honest at the end of the day." Chente stated to Mirajane before he held up his hands which burned with flames.
Chente was going to be interested in if he won at all, Mirajane had become thousands of times stronger then he had been when he was a kid… He knew a fight between them could go either way in the end.
That was what amused him, if this fight was lost? Then he had something to look forwards to at the end of the day, something to overcome and challenge again and again till he was satisfied with it.
"You know I'm not going to hold back at ALL, yes?" Chente questioned while he and her circled each other. "You're not exactly giving me a lot of options, you know." Chente stated a moment later with amusement.
"I know, but just remember if you lose?" Mirajane questioned, summoning her magic for another change. "Then you have to tell me. You never break a promise and I know you're not going to break one now." Mirajane stated to which Chente nodded in agreement.
"You know I always do, Janey." Chente stated, grinding his claws against each other as he tired. "Now then, ready to get started?" Chente asked with a grin.
Author Note
Phew. Another chapter done! I want to point out that next chapter will be delayed a bit and such. I want next chapter to be 900-3500 words and such. Next chapter will also be in 2-10 months and will show the remains of the fight and explain part of Chente's new form and such. Until then, Lighting Wolf out!