Summary: When everyone thinks Sorano died.
Warnings: None.
Shippings: None.
Inspiration: None.
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Richard sobbed as he and Macbeth were burying Sorano. "She lived such a sweet life! Then, she had to get hit with that magic blast!" the orange haired wizard cried, tears running down his face like waterfalls. He then tossed a bunch of flowers down on her coffin, his eyes still wide from the shock that had consumed him about her death.
Macbeth sighed. "She wouldn't want us to sob, Richard." Macbeth, tried holding back tears, and it was working up until he saw the tomb stone. "Forget about sobbing!" he yelled, running away from the burial sight, shouting something about not crying.
Erik stared. He had to get to Sorano's grave sight! She wasn't dead….
Yet...
Flashback
Sorano and Erik were on a mission. A deadly one at that. When one of the beasts they had to relocate chained Erik up, Sorano leaped in front, taking the blast for him.
Everyone thought she was dead. If only Macbeth and Richard would've checked her pulse right.
Flashback Ended
Sawyer blinked in confusion. "Why are you two burying Sorano?" he asked, completely oblivious about the situation. "Ooh! Marigolds!" Macbeth got dragged back by Richard, and right now the dark haired wizard was using his shovel to support himself as he was… bawling.
"Because she's *sob* dead! Waaa!" Richard cried, as he continued tossing dirt in the hole that was maybe dug a little too deep. Sabertooth Guild was there, along with Fairy Tail. Richard, Macbeth, and Yukino seemed to be the only ones crying their eyes out.
Sawyer's eyes widened. "No way! How'd she die?! Erik said she was still alive!" he exclaimed. That liar! The death must've gotten to him!
"He's mourning. She's alive. In here," Richard said pointing to his heart as his expression was one of sorrow. "Oh yeah…"
Macbeth's eyes shot open. "Sorano wanted to be an angel! And now she's dead," he started, letting go of his shovel and staring at the ditch. "Then, I shall be one with her!" he yelled, diving into the ditch with a battle cry. His life was boring, anyway.
Boring?
It was short lived when Richard grabbed him. "Macbeth! We can't lose you too! That'll crush Erik!" he whined as Macbeth was dangling from the air. Sawyer stared at them in confusion, while sniffing the marigolds that Macbeth and Richard left on her coffin.
What the-?
"Would you two cry over my death?"
"Maybe."
"No."
"Meanies," Sawyer complained like a child, folding his arms with a huff.
"She's almost digged up. Then she will be gone.. for eternity!" Richard cried, without knowing, sobbing onto Macbeth who was crying.
Erik didn't know what he was seeing. He couldn't believe his eyes, but, there they were. He saw Macbeth bawling his eyes, dangling from the air above the ditch, and then he saw Richard crying, trying to hold his tears back. And then, there was Sawyer, who was standing there dumbfounded, while eating the marigolds.
To be honest, he thought Richard would be bawling his eyes out! Not Macbeth!
"Ahem," Erik started, getting the three boy's attention. He was cut off by the tiny bell ringing on the gravestone.
With that, the two boys quickly dug up the tombstone. Their happiness was all short lived when they saw an angry Sorano. "I wanna know, WHAT KIND OF IDIOTIC PERSON BURIED ME!" she boomed, making Macbeth and Richard almost get blown over.
Maybe she should've stayed dead...
Macbeth and Richard quickly pointed at the wizard known as Rogue.
"Me?" Rogue asked, before anyone could say anything, Sorano came rushing at him and chased him around all over Magnolia.
"I am so telling Sorano that you two cried," Sawyer stated, a sly grin on his face, while holding the marigolds.
"Do it, and I'll be sure to use nightmare on you."
"Okay, maybe not…"