Hey there all! I have an important announcement in the Author's Note, so please remember to read it! But on a side note ... no reviews? Really? (Hides in a corner with anime black cloud of gloom hanging over head) was their first mission really that bad? Cause I really can't tell how I'm doing on these story and characters if nobody talks to me about it...
Author's Note: SO! As my transformers readers probably know is my habit by now, I participate in every NaNoWriMo that I can. Case in point, come July, I will be doing Camp NaNoWriMo for that month. The down side to that is, I will not be updating anything on FanFiction for that month and probably a week or two following (otherwise known as my pass-out-from-depleted-creativity/sugar-rush period). The up side is, I will be working on this story during Camp, so hopefully I will have a bunch of prewritten chapters ready after July is done. There, (dusts hands) you all have been properly warned. Now when there are no updates for a month or so, you all won't think I've abandoned this story or died or something like that (I got a PM like that once, it was funny and adorable all at the same time). Anyway, on to the story!
Copyright Disclaimer: I do not own Fairy Tail or any references made in this story. The only things I own are my OCs and the plot.
Chapter Seven: School and Plans
(Three weeks after Chap 6)
(Three weeks, four days since joining Guild)
Rihanna exploded out the doors like a startled cat, practically leading the stampede out the doors as the bell rang to signify the end to a terrible portion of the day. Freedom! Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted Bickslow practically bowling other kids over as he made his way toward her, Pappa hovering high over the crowd and leading its master straight to her.
Bickslow came into full view and he promptly grabbed her wrist so as not to lose her in the crowd again. In any other circumstance, the frazzled look on his face would have been funny. As it was, Rihanna could only sympathize and assume a similar look was etched onto her features.
Working together, they managed to push their way to the edge of the people flow and escape to a corner of the yard. Panting slightly, Rihanna gave a silent groan and leaned heavily against a tree, using her free hand to rub one temple wearily, and I thought elementary school was bad the first time around … At least it only lasts four hours instead of the entire day this time. Perks of only having to attend school from seven A.M. to eleven aside, going to elementary school for a second time was absolute murder for her nerves.
For the thousandth time since Makarov had sternly insisted that the two of them would be attending a local school that catered to mage children as well as civilian, Rihanna took back every nasty thought she had ever held against college midterms, and the professors in charge of said midterms. For the hundredth time, she also took back every unkind thought she had ever had about the complicated courses college boasted, the tuition fees for attending college, and the party-crazy girls who had lived in the dorm room next to hers. If she had a choice between what she was going through now and what she'd had to deal with back then, she would go back to college in an instant, no questions asked.
Because whatever anyone else said, college had nothing on the purgatory that was kindergarten.
A group of children from said class went by, their shrieks of laughter and colorful clothes making Rihanna visibly cringe away, promptly hiding behind Bickslow in an effort to remain unnoticed by the hyper-active hellions. Seeing her reaction, Bickslow protectively shifted to better hide her presence until the group was successfully out of direct line-of-sight. Turning to face Rihanna, Bickslow asked, "You too, huh?"
Rihanna, too mentally frazzled to utilize the more complicated aspects of their developing hand/body/whistling language, simply gave an over-exaggerated shiver down her entire body. Kindergarten was … alternately too boring, too baffling, and too loud. The children were inquisitive and bouncy with attention spans that at times made a gnat look scholarly. The teacher talked down to Rihanna like she was a child, which admittedly wasn't the teacher's fault because she only looked a year older than the kindergarteners, but was still annoying beyond belief. Most of all, while the classes were inherently unentertaining for her adult mind, Rihanna still found herself struggling to an embarrassing degree.
Having an entirely different, and so much simpler, writing system already crammed in her head was doing her no favors in learning the Japanese writing language. It was like suddenly trying to teach a cat to bark or a large dog to climb trees. It just … didn't work. Her memorization skills were alright, but naturalizing the process of mentally translating hiragana to english letters, then from Japanese words to English ones was long and frustrating.
Then there was writing sequence and grammatical structure. She'd lost count of how many times she'd written something from left to right instead of the teacher's specifically ordered top to bottom or written a short sentence in what basically amounted to Yoda speak just because she kept slipping into english grammatical habits.
Add on top of those frustrations the teacher severely underestimating her intelligence because she was a child and a mute, the perpetual curiosity of the other kindergarteners about the "mute mage girl", and her recent inability to get a decent night's sleep and all in all the resulting experience was beyond miserable.
Seeing her full-body shiver, Bickslow nodded understandingly, his face taking on a distinctly unhappy expression as he glanced over that the children who were his grade-mates but not his age-mates. Rihanna felt a pang of sympathy for Bickslow. In a way, he was having just as hard a time as she. He was the only twelve-year-old in a class of eight-year-olds and that attracted attention. Even if his class-mates didn't seem to mind him terribly and he wasn't completely friendless there, Cana was in his class after all, his status as a third-grader got a lot of ridicule from the other children in higher grades.
Perhaps it didn't seem that bad compared to forcing a former college student to attend kindergarten, but without an adult's mind and maturity to ignore petty childish bullying, third-grade was just as stressful for Bickslow as kindergarten was for Rihanna. Reaching out, Rihanna gently patted Bickslow's arm, offering mutual support and comfort for the boy she had started internally calling a brother.
Together, the two began hurrying out of the schoolyard, avoiding the civilian children who still had to stay in school for another three hours after the lunch/recess period. Somewhere in the quick dash to escape, Cana joined them, her expression a sour one that Rihanna had learned meant Bickslow did something to displease the older girl in class again. Internally, Rihanna groaned. Bickslow was, as they had all recently discovered over the course of the last two weeks, a budding genius at revenge pranks. He had a particular grudge against his homeroom teacher for some reason and he took every opportunity to make trouble for the man.
In hindsight, maybe it wasn't the best idea to include Bickslow in my gymnastics exercises. She cocked her head to one side as she pondered that for a moment before shrugging to herself, in "future sight" on the other hand, any added edge I can give him is a good thing. Besides, he likes it so much, I just can't take it away now. "What'cha thinking about, imōto?"
Rihanna blinked at Bickslow, honestly surprised that he had found time to ask. She'd been fairly certain that Cana and Bickslow would be well into one of their arguments now that the schoolyard was out of sight. She glanced briefly at Cana, who was still glowering, then back to Bickslow and shrugged, unable to express what had been on her mind. Cana's expression changed slightly as Bickslow frowned down at Rihanna, "Not too tired are you? Last night…"
His voice trailed off abruptly as he became aware of Cana on his other side once again. Cana looked from Bickslow to Rihanna, confused concern taking precedence over whatever Bickslow's latest crime was, "You two are still staying in the guild building, right? Did something happen last night?"
Bickslow scowled at Cana briefly before Rihanna nudged him in a silent reminder to be polite. Shifting his schoolbag uncomfortably on his shoulder, Bickslow finally admitted, "Wren has nightmares. She's had them off and on for years, but they've been getting worse lately."
Cana made a troubled noise, "Really? That stinks. What are they about?"
Bickslow stared at the cobblestones and replied gruffly that he didn't really know, but Rihanna wasn't really listening anymore. Just the mention of her nightmares had sent her mind shooting back to the latest one. Bickslow was right to say that they were getting worse, but he was also wrong. The nightmares weren't getting worse in that they were changing into something more terrifying than the previous ones, they were just the same images becoming clearer and more vivid with each repetition.
A crawling sensation ran up her arms as Rihanna unwillingly remembered the nightmares. They weren't ones of her previous home, those barely counted as bad dream compared to the nightmares to which Bickslow was referring, these were random ones she could not determine the origin of. There were two nightmares of particular note, one of which she had suffered in hitherto unknown quality the previous night.
The first one was always running. Running through dense surroundings, possibly a forest, so fast and so far her lungs would burn like fire. The air would be heavy and clouded with a foul-smelling fog, her arms would sting with cuts and scrapes as she heedlessly plowed onward, trying to reach something before it was too late.
In that nightmare she knew what she was running toward, but she always forgot once she woke up. No details would come to her on why she was running save for the unshakable belief that whatever she was running toward was fragile, precious, and completely irreplaceable. Whatever it was, in the nightmare she was always running in order to reach the precious thing, in order to save it.
The nightmarish part was the fact that no matter how hard she ran, how many times she was forced to retread the path through the foggy maze, how hard she fought the obstacles in her path … she was always, always too late. By the time she got there, the precious thing would be broken, or gone, she wasn't sure which while conscious, she'd just wake up knowing that she had failed. Failed to protect, failed to save, failed and lost a part of herself because of it.
It was the first of the unusual nightmares that she had ever experienced and had remained the worst until the second of the two most notable nightmares had emerged from her subconscious shortly after joining Fairy Tail.
The second nightmare, which was the one she had experienced last night, would start deceptively peacefully.
She would be wandering in a town she didn't recognize, filled with people she didn't know but somehow felt fondness for anyway. There would be laughter, and muffled speech, and everything would be pleasant. Then, in a heartbeat, somewhere between one sluggish dream thought and the next, the town would be empty. Not burned, or ruined, or seemingly damaged in anyway, but … empty. All life would disappear from it. Every animal, every person, every man, every woman, young, old, or child. Gone. She would try to find them, her feet carrying her against her will through the streets in search of the missing life only to find another fog similar to the one in the Running Nightmare.
But this fog didn't smell lung-burningly foul. It smelled unbearably sweet and was tainted a dull red that coated her vision and got her lost within the marsh it hid. The marsh wasn't deep and didn't try to suck her in like she would have expected of the nightmare, it just sucked at the bottom of her shoes and tripped her with hidden abrupt rises in the soft ground and unstable shifting of surface underfoot.
Eventually, some part of her mind would realize what was wrong with the marsh. She would look down to confirm and see something horrific beyond anything she'd ever seen or imagined before, something that made her recoil and scream and run, stumbling madly to get away from it all because the marsh was really-
Then Rihanna would wake up, lungs pushing out air frantically in an effort to vent her terror as screams, body shaking, eyes wide, adrenaline hammering through her veins as if she'd just run a marathon. Unable to remember what the marsh really was, yet with terror still clinging to her every gasp.
It was a good thing that Bickslow and she still stayed in the same room at night, she honestly wasn't sure what she would have done if the precious boy hadn't been there every time she woke up. Hadn't been there to remind her that everything was okay and that something precious to her wasn't gone or that the unspeakable horror of the marsh wasn't real. Despite being the younger of them mentally, Bickslow was remarkably good at soothing her nightmares. Perhaps it was because as a child he instinctively understood the power of just being held tight by a loved one and listening to the nonsense murmurs of a familiar voice.
Ironically, it was because of the nightmares and Bickslow's unfaltering desire to comfort her about them that Rihanna had one day woken up to discover herself thinking about Bickslow as her brother just as he saw her as his sister. But that was the only good thing that came out of the entire process.
A gentle shake of a hand on her shoulder brought her out of her hazy thoughts on nightmares and dragged her back to the present. Bickslow moved his hand from her shoulder to ruffle her hair, "Stop looking so down, Wren! Makarov-jiji said he had a special job in mind for us today, remember?"
Cana huffed and placed her hands on her hips, "Don't call him that! It's disrespectful to address the Master of the guild so familiarly! Besides, after what you pulled in class, Master might change his mind about this 'special job'."
Bickslow automatically retorted something with a tongue-grin, but Rihanna spotted the faint flinch in Bickslow's shoulders at Cana's use of the word "Master" and the threat of losing the special job.
Bickslow was slowly warming up to Master Makarov and the rest of the guild, but he adamantly refused to call the old guild leader by the word Bickslow associated with slavery and cruelty. Rihanna knew that it was actually a sign of respect that Bickslow called the Master "Makarov-jiji", because it spoke of familiarity and trust. But that trust was still fragile and Cana was unintentionally risking damage to it.
For once, Rihanna turned her fully-honed adult glare on Cana and got her attention with a low hiss. Cana took one look at the heavy, disapproving glower and hunched her shoulders defensively, "I'm just saying!" Rihanna refused to relent, continuing to glare at Cana silently until the girl finally caved, "Fine. I'm sorry. Whatever I said to upset you, I'm sorry." Rihanna slowly let up on her frown, still unhappy because Cana was apologizing to her and not Bickslow. Still, better than nothing.
Seeing that Rihanna's frown was no longer aimed in her direction, Cana muttered, "Sheesh. You'd think I insulted you two or something."
Bickslow snipped back immediately, his guild mark flashing into view briefly as he wagged his tongue as he answered, "Well no one asked for your opinion, shark!"
Cana's hands inched menacingly toward her little purse that contained her weaponized tarot cards, "I've told you again and again to not call me that! I'm not a shark! I don't even look like one!"
Bickslow's responding tongue-grin was decidedly mocking, "No, but you are a card shark." Pappa and Pippi took up the accusation by chanting "card shark!" repeatedly and Rihanna rubbed her face with a hand in exasperation, Oh for the love of Pantherlily, here we go again.
Cana sputtered, as enraged at being called a "card shark" or just "shark" as she had the first time Bickslow had come up with the nickname two and a half weeks ago, "At least I didn't use lasers to set fire to the teacher's desk today!" He did what?
Rihanna threw an incredulous look at Bickslow, who didn't notice as he bickered with Cana, "For the last time, that was accident! Pappa and Pippi act weird when I'm bored!"
Cana crossed her arms over her chest and puffed her cheeks at Bickslow, "And the water balloons filled with soy sauce and mayonnaise that just happened to come flying out of nowhere when the teacher opened his top desk drawer?"
Bickslow looked away pointedly, stubbornly refusing eye contact as he sniffed, "That could have been anyone's prank. I'm not the only trouble-maker in the class, you know."
Cana's shriek attracted a few stares from other passersby, "But you still admit to being a trouble-maker in the first place? What kind of logic is that?"
Rihanna felt her patience, already thinned due to the stress of kindergarten purgatory and nightmare-induced insomnia, wear dangerously close to the breaking point. Reaching out to Bickslow's and Cana's shadows, she made the left hands of the shadows firmly cuff their originators on the heads. Both children yelped and clutched their heads with their hands, gazes whipping around to look behind them. Spotting the shadow hands hovering threateningly at their backs, they turned to look at Rihanna.
Rihanna leveled a death glare at them, one eyelid drooping half-shut so that the gaze underneath it was honed like a laser while the eyebrow of her other eye crept menacingly upward, silently warning them to tone down the bickering or suffer the consequences.
Bickslow whined a bit, "But, Wren! She started it!" Cana opened her mouth immediately, no doubt about to refute Bickslow's claim, when Rihanna twitched her fingers and let the shadow tendrils brush the backs of their necks menacingly. Cana's mouth snapped shut with a click and Bickslow swallowed faintly, protests dying on their lips. Though she did her best not to interfere with the two's budding love-hate friendship or use her steadily developing Shadow Magic against them, there were times when their arguments became too much and she resorted to using her magic to break it up.
Both Cana and Bickslow had learned very quickly not to provoke Rihanna when the tendrils of shadows started showing up. She might not have been a powerhouse like the not-yet-joined Natsu or Erza or even Gray, but Rihanna's Shadow Magic had quickly proved itself to be much faster and harder to dodge than either cards or tiki dolls. Plus, her Macao dubbed "Shadow Slap" wasn't exactly a painless experience and when Rihanna's temper had finally worn thin enough to use it, she used it to great effect.
It helped that her control and power-levels were steadily increasing because of the daily training regimen Makarov had given her.
Rihanna continued to level her death glare at the two until she was certain they had gotten the point. With one last menacing pat to their heads via animate shadows, she turned her focus back to the road ahead of her and allowed Cana's and Bickslow's shadows to return to normal. Next to her, there was blessed silence for all of two minutes before Bickslow muttered, "Same-boke."
Cana screeched like a cat that had been stepped on, one hand whipping out a lightning card to wave threateningly at Bickslow, "What did you just call me?"
Bickslow sneered at Cana, his tikis cheerfully chanting "same-boke! same-boke!" while he replied snidely, "I said, Same-boke. You got a problem with that, Shark?"
Cana yelled in rage and tried to slam her lightning card in Bickslow's face. Bickslow dodged by bending over backwards in a flawless display of flexibility, simultaneously retaliating by sending Pappa and Pippi flying at Cana's head. Cana ducked under the tiki dolls and lunged for Bickslow again, one hand reaching into her purse for another card as Bickslow danced away from her with a mocking laugh.
Rihanna managed to keep the fraying threads of her temper intact for about a minute, during which she utilized her gymnastics skills to dodge tiki dolls, cards with various magical effects, and two screeching children.
Then an errant laser set fire to a nearby storefront awning and Rihanna's remaining threads of patience for the two bickering children snapped.
~~~~~~~~ Several Minutes Later ~~~~~~~~~
If Makarov had any thoughts as to why, when Rihanna, Bickslow, and Cana returned from school, Bickslow and Cana were soaking wet and meekly following an irate-looking Rihanna, he wisely kept them to himself. Instead, he gently shooed Cana deeper into the guild building to find a towel before motioning for Bickslow and Rihanna to follow him. Rihanna barely spared Bickslow a glance as they left the guild hall and began making their way down a vaguely familiar set of hallways and stairs.
Bickslow didn't say a word despite looking clearly eager, his spiky blue hair weighted down with water so that it drooped into his face and around his ears. Pappa and Pippi bobbed by his shoulders, not making a peep as Makarov led them through the upper depths of the guild building and ushered them into a room. Oh, his office. That's what those hallways led to. Stepping inside, Rihanna blinked once in surprise at the sight of Mest leaning against the wall by a large window.
Mest, spotting them as they entered, smiled warmly, "Konnichiwa, Wren, Bickslow. How was school?" Wren scowled darkly, not in the mood to rehash school via pantomime. She was still repairing her self-restraint after losing her temper at Bickslow and Cana.
Bickslow gave Mest an answering mumble, "Terrible. The teachers are annoying and the other kids are stupid." Glancing at Makarov, who had shut the door firmly and was ambling toward his desk, Bickslow asked, "Do we have to keep going to school, Makarov-jiji? Can't we just skip? Or transfer to a magic-only school?"
Makarov shook his head firmly, "I am sorry, Bickslow, but no. For one, Wren-chan needs to learn how to read and how to do arithmetic. For another, magic schools only take students who have learned certain skills in a normal school first. Neither of you have met the requirement level yet. So you will just have to bear with it for now." He paused and blinked dryly at Bickslow, "Though you know Bickslow, your teachers might be less 'annoying' if you didn't prank them so much."
Bickslow hunched his shoulders and muttered something under his breath. Makarov shook his head and dropped the subject, probably knowing already that scolding Bickslow over the pranks would be a pointless endeavor. Instead, he turned to the reason for which he had led them to his office, "Alright, listen up you two, Mest is going out on a job and he needs the help of at least one child, preferably more. He thought that you two might be interested in assisting him."
Rihanna tilted her head in silent curiosity while Bickslow voiced, "He needs our help? Why?"
Makarov nodded to Mest wordlessly and Mest straightened up from his position by the window to explain, "A request came in today for help escorting a noble's two sons from Magnolia to Suisen. It isn't that far of a journey, no more than two days or so to get there by carriage, but there have been reports of magic-wielding bandits staking out the road between Magnolia and Suisen."
Mest ran a hand through his hair absently as he continued, "He's afraid of bandits robbing the carriage or taking his sons for ransom. The request specifically noted that one of the boys has a tendency to try to slip away from his normal bodyguards because he gets bored, so I thought if his bodyguards were the right age to be his playmates too…" He wouldn't try to escape from them because he'd be happy playing with them. Clever, there are a few holes in the strategy, but clever.
Bickslow cocked his head to one side slowly, "So … you want us to go with you and help you keep an eye on the kids by … playing with them? Would that even work? I mean, Wren's a mute and I'm…" Bickslow's voice trailed off and one hand flickered idly up to his facial tattoo.
Mest shot Bickslow a sympathetic look while Rihanna felt some of her lingering bad temper at Bickslow drain away in exchange for a desire to comfort him. Makarov gave a rumbling hum, "You'll never know which people can be your friends if you don't go out to meet them, Bickslow." Bickslow gave Makarov an unsure look, to which Makarov just raised an eyebrow patiently. Bickslow then looked over at Rihanna, who tilted her head silently as she considered it.
The job sounded interesting, if a little intimidating because it would require being on the road for at least four days, but Makarov had a point about Bickslow learning to step out of his shell and she trusted Mest to take care of any bandits should they show up. Why not? It will be an adventure. Plus, it will keep me out of kindergarten for a few days. Rihanna nodded her approval at Bickslow, who then studied the floor intently for an answer of his own before finally asking, "What's the reward?"
Mest reached into a pocket and pulled out a poster. Unfolding it, he glanced over it briefly before answering, "Five hundred thousand jewels." Rihanna and Bickslow both skewered Mest with an incredulous look and Mest shrugged, "The noble is rich and he's worried about his sons. Guess he figures that the higher the reward, the higher a chance of getting good guards for his kids." Five hundred thousand jewels? That's over ten times the highest reward Bickslow and I have ever gotten!
Wordlessly, Bickslow and Rihanna shared a glance. Upon Makarov's gentle recommendation, the two had started to save up their jewels in preparation to buy a place to live. Rihanna had originally thought the suggestion ridiculous because, honestly, who trusted twelve and six-year-olds to know how to budget and pay bills? However, Makarov had gone more in depth upon his suggestion, explaining that the two could not stay indefinitely in the guild building and so they had to either go to the orphanage, or find a place to rent or buy.
Another option was for Rihanna to rent a place in Fairy Hills, the girls-only guild dormitory, while Bickslow rented or purchased his own place, but both Rihanna and Bickslow had shot down the idea immediately. Bickslow was overprotective of his little sister and, quite frankly, Rihanna was just as attached to Bickslow as he was to her. Three years of having only one person in the whole world to trust made it surprisingly difficult to tolerate being separated from that other person.
With Fairy Hills out of the equation, that left finding an apartment or dwelling that could accommodate two. This had earned an entirely new explanation from Makarov when Rihanna had finally managed to expressed her questions about how two children could successfully own a house. How were two children supposed to manage a budget? Pay bills? Responsibly manage money all the while taking jobs and going to school?
The answer, according to Makarov, was that they didn't. The Guild did.
Because of Fairy Tail's tendency to acquire young members who were without family or other responsible adults to look after them, Makarov had long ago instituted a way to help out the ones who refused to go to an orphanage or were boys and couldn't go to Fairy Hills. All members seventeen and under, when they saved enough jewels to make the initial payment and had selected their chosen dwelling, would turn over a waiver signed by Makarov to either the landlord, if it was a rented place, or the companies in charge of electricity/plumbing/etc, if it was being purchased permanently. The waiver would essentially inform the landlord or companies to send all bills to Fairy Tail instead of the child and the bills would then be payed for out of the Guild Treasury.
Rihanna had been reluctantly impressed with the process, even if she could easily imagine all the ways it could go wrong.
Of course, in order to support this program and keep the Guild Treasury from going bankrupt, all Fairy Tail members had to pay a membership fee. The fee was a percentage taken out of each reward, five percent for members thirteen and under, ten percent for fourteen and up.
Makarov had agreed to withhold demanding a membership fee from them until they had a place of their own and together Bickslow and Rihanna had almost gotten enough jewels together to start looking. Now Mest was asking them to accompany him on a job with a reward that, even if divided 60/40 rather than 50/50, they'd still get two hundred thousand jewels out of it. Easily enough to fill out their home-hunting fund.
As if sensing the direction their thoughts were taking, Mest said easily, "We'll split the reward in thirds of course. I've taken several high-ranked jobs recently, so I don't mind. Besides, it would only be fair."
Bickslow and Rihanna shifted their stares to Mest, both silently weighing his words. Bickslow bit his bottom lip briefly before saying, "Okay. We'll do it."
Mest's face broke into an easy smile, "Perfect! The job starts tomorrow. Meet me at the front entrance at six in the morning, okay?"
Both of them nodded and Mest cheerfully teleported away instead of exiting the room through the door like a normal person. As Bickslow and Rihanna made to leave as well, Makarov spoke up, "I'll contact the school and inform them of your absence. Good luck tomorrow." Rihanna watched Bickslow glance over his shoulder at Makarov, eyes flickering green for a moment. What Bickslow saw in Makarov's colors, he never said, but a look of surprise flashed over his features because of it. The surprise was followed quickly by a faint blush at the tips of Bickslow's ears and a tentative smile as he hurried out of the office to go find a towel. Rihanna followed Bickslow before turning aside to go back to the guild hall, internally wondering what was going to happen on the job with Mest starting the next day.
Why do I get the feeling that this job is going to be way more of an adventure than it sounds? Rihanna stepped through the door into the guild hall and promptly had to dodge into the shadows to avoid getting flattened by a flying table. She felt her eyebrow twitch faintly as she exited the shadows and made a dive to hide behind the bar instead, ducking and weaving through the massive daily brawl with rapidly-honing skill. Right, because I'm part of Fairy Tail now. The mission tomorrow is probably doomed.
What do you guys think? Is the mission doomed to be a Team Natsu-style adventure? Also, any ideas for a retaliatory nickname Cana could give Bickslow. No swearwords or anything crude please. Cana's only a kid.
Japanese Translation: Imōto = Little Sister (shouldn't everyone know this one by now? Oh well...)
Same/Same-boke = Shark/Idiot Shark (-boke is a suffix roughly meaning stupid or idiot. According to the online dictionary I found anyway.)
Konnichiwa = Good morning.