Laxus prov
I had to admit that it was fun to push her buttons. She riled easy and when she walked in wearing that outfit, mmm. And now just a few choice words and she was itching for a fight. But now she just stood there with her mouth open. Before anger was in her eyes, but now, a flicker of sorrow passed through them. Just like that her hard expression softened and she backed down.
"Uh, I guess it doesn't really matter, and I, uh, just remembered I have an important meeting with my landlord," she said lamely. What the Hell just happened? I looked around and confirmed that I wasn't the only one confused: Lucy and Levy were exchanging looks and Juvia was worriedly watching Aiyana leave. I turned and watched her sway through the crowd and out the door without looking back.
Back to Aiyana
The next few days past in relative peace and the reason was: the Thunder God Tribe was out on a mission. In that time we all got ready for our two week blitz of teaching me all I would ever need to know about this time and how missions are done. I used to think of myself as smart. I knew enough to get me by and I didn't care if I came off as arrogant. Looking back on it now I was probably arrogant on more than one occasion. But now, in this time, I knew practically nothing. Things were so different I wondered how I wasn't crying myself to sleep at night.
We left early in the morning; the Guild doors weren't even open. By noon we we were in some god forsaken part of the woods on a mountain. Ersa was a drill sergeant: she had camp set up in 20 minutes. In fewer than 30 we were scurrying around to complete random tasks.
The next two weeks flew by. I barely had enough time to sleep, let alone write in my journal. Each one of us had something we could teach the others. Ersa was the first to take the role of teacher, though, drill sergeant would have been a more appropriate title. She drilled us day and night on battle strategies, hand to hand combat, and forced us into the best physical condition we had ever been in. I'll admit that after the first two 15 mile runs I cried. I now understood why everyone was so scared of Ersa when she made that scary face. I still shiver whenever I remember it.
Lucy was nicer, but still super strict. All the manners of a noble girl were carved into our memories. Whether or not we would end up using them later was completely up to us, but undercover jobs here we go! She also helped me out with my fashion sense. Ersa, Levy, and Juvia all had their own style already so it was just me and Lucy. Never before had I known that there were so many so different kinds of underwear.
Juvia told me all I would need to know about the culture of Fiore. Because she was once foreign in Fiore, she could tell me the little things that no one would think of. Things like how much stores used perfume now. How do these people breathe?! We never truly got into everyone's personal history, but Juvia told me enough about what had happened with the Phantom Lord incident to understand why she taught me about the darker parts of the magic world. I also had no idea that some informants preferred sweets over money. It kept me up one night wondering what kind of informants Juvia had.
What I cherished most of what I learned that month, I learned from Levy. She taught me the history of Fiore. We covered from the creation of demons by Zeref to the Dragon Civil Wars to the recent history of Fairy Tail. It felt- weird. This was my life, my past, my history. I was there in the Civil War. One of the battles she talked about had the wrong information. It wasn't a battle; battles suggest two or more sides, this had only one armed force. The other side was civilians, this was a raid. My first recorded memories and they are of war. The stories I'd written about my parents were nice, but they were flavored by war too. After that my life wasn't really involved in any of the big historical events. Levy took all my interruptions and questions in her stride. When she taught the whole group she kept it light and fun.
Of course I couldn't let the girls off: I had to teach them something too. The Monday before we were to return started like this:
"Alright ladies! We've learned battle statistics, manners and other undercover skills, and culture and history of Fiore. But we are missing something vital. We need to learn what to do when everything goes wrong," I declared walking up and down the small line of girls. When I flipped over the first page of my post-it easel board, a collection of groans and gasps emitted from them.
"I don't doubt your skills Erza. Lucy I know you would never go in something you knew you and Natsu and Happy could not handle. Juvia you were an S Class wizard and a formidable opponent. And Levy your cunning could probably get you out of any situation. But you all must be prepared, and because I cannot teach you how to adapt because that is something that only comes with experience, I must teach you how to avoid these situations.
"Ladies I present to you the three rules of a medic or what to do when all else fails:
1)*a whack on my handy dandy presentation board with a swagger stick* Never get hit.
2)*whack* Never let your allies get hit.
3)*whack* Never let your enemy your of sight."
"But Aiyana, why do we need to do this?" it was Ersa. I fully faced them and contemplated the right way to explain it.
"There are many reasons, Ersa. The traditional answer is that medics cannot afford to be injured when they have comrades that need saving. Another is that it both wares out and frustrates an enemy. This makes them sloppy and open to easy attacks. But, girls, the reason I want you to be able to do this is because I never want to be the one to tell the Guild you didn't make it. The very idea of you all not being around because I could have taught you to evade that one attack, it, makes me quiver in fear. It will keep me up late at night. Enemies will underestimate you. They will think you are easy targets. But you will prove them wrong," all throughout my speech I tried to convey what my teacher taught me.
They were quite for a moment. Each thinking some deep personal thought that I could only guess on. Ersa was once again the one to speak, "How do we begin?" I smiled and said, "Dancing."