A Rift Between Worlds
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CHAPTER FIVE
"How was it?" The Seith Mage asks as he's dragged through Greater Minor to get to Gray, Tre and Juvia.
"G-Good. I guess. I dunno. But, don't tell anyone. Wait! You actually meant to kiss me!" she squawks, turning sharply to gape at him when they finally got into the cover of the woods.
"Mhmm. And I'd like round two," Bix smirks as he pulls Omi closer and brings his lips to hers.
Still shocked and suffering from the aftershocks of the original surprise, Neomi's not really sure what to do. Her hands are smashed between Bickslow's broad chest and her breasts. As she gapes in surprise, she notes that his visor is off. He hadn't put it back on after she'd pulled it off of him.
When his teeth drag playfully across her skin, Neomi's lips part on a shocked breath. Taking that as an invitation, Bickslow locks his mouth to hers. A hand comes up to the small of her back, and the other one digs into her wet hair.
Caught up in the moment and slightly confused, Neomi kisses him back. The hands she has trapped between the two of them clench tight against his mantle. Lips press in the rain, and Neomi tastes the fresh, clean water when she sinks her teeth into his bottom lip.
With their breaths meshing in the air between them, Neomi is shocked when Bickslow is the first one to pull back. His face is that of pure triumph as he breathlessly rests his back on a nearby tree, but his hands don't leave her body.
His fingertips find their way to her belt loops, and he pulls her forward to rest his chin on her head. "One hell of a kiss, eh?" he wonders with his fangs flashing in the rain.
"I'm agreeing with you there, Bixy baby," The redhead grins. Her head rests against his chest, and after a second of catching her breath, Neomi includes, "But, it can't happen again."
"W-What?" he blurts out, nearly tripping when Neomi steps away from him.
Her hand shoves her soaking wet bangs out of her pale, freckled face. "I barely know you. You barely know me. We just met yesterday, and even though I know your character like the back of my hand, people ship you with Lisanna."
"I actually kinda pity Lisanna sometimes…." The Seith Mage sighs.
Setting her soaking wet clothing to rights, Neomi covers up a black and white lace bra that she hadn't realized was on display. Once she gets adjusted, she states, "Good to know. Now, we have to get to Clover Town before the others. I was supposed to beat them there."
"Think about why I do though. She got shafted genes-wise. I mean, look at Mirajane. Lisanna has nothing on her sister. Even among the girls in Fairy Tail she's on the flatter end. Look at Erza, Lucy, Evergreen hell even Juvia has a larger rack than her. Life has been hard on the littlest Strauss, she lost her childhood love to Lucy Heartfilia, that must sting," Bickslow says with a sympathetic sigh.
"True and true, but you're supposed to get with her according to all the fan fiction. So, who am I to ruin a good story," Neomi mentions, walking off through the woods whether he was going to follow or not. Why the hell is he even saying all of this if they aren't involved?
"Screw the fans!" Bix snaps as he rushes up to Omi from behind and sweeps her off of her feet, "I want you!"
"You don't fucking know me!" she barks right back at him. "None of you do. You can't just fall head over heels for someone you just met. Shit doesn't work like that. Well, unless you're high or drunk and then it's nothing but a one night stand. Take it from me. There are only two things in life when it comes to love. Family and fucking. That's it. Romantic love doesn't exist in anything but children's stories."
"That's an incredibly jaded outlook and besides, I'm slowly learning about you. And what I do know, attracts me greatly," The red-eyed man smiles sincerely.
Shaking her head, Neomi gives a sardonic grin to the mud beneath her feet. "That much I can believe, but we're still strangers. Besides, I've got to find a way back home. Finals are coming up, and I can't be stuck in this place when they come around. Do you really want to get with someone only to watch her leave you when the story's up?" Neomi wonders, spinning around to give him a cautious glower.
"It would all be worth it if it meant I could be with you, even for a fleeting moment," Bix grins.
Blue eyes roll. "And, I thought Freed was supposed to be the poetic one."
"He can be useful outside of combat ya know," A cheekily-grinning Bickslow retorts.
"Yeah, well, let's pretend this never happened and beat the others to Clover Town. I think that I'm getting water on my water."Her eyes jerk to the torrential downpour causing everything to stick to her everything. The bright black of her thong was a beacon for male attention as her fabric steadily grew translucent.
"Nice thong, sweetcheeks," Bix grins, his perverted side bursting through.
"Thanks," she growls out.
Juvia, Gray and Trevet are currently rocking out to some music playing from the brunet's Sound Pod. When Anaconda starts playing, Tre averts his eyes slightly as the Water Mage begins to twerk and grind against the Ice Make Mage.
"Does Gray-sama like Juvia's fat ass?" The bluenette says as she continues to work against the raven-haired mage's groin.
"Juvia, never say that ever again, ever." A very disgusted Dreyar glares at the woman as she continues to grind against her darling, "And if you'd stop molesting the poor guy you'd realize we've arrived in fucking Clover Town already!"
Gray pries Juvia off of him with all his might. Keeping her away with his arm, he growls, "And, I want a new pair of pants. My boots are waterlogged, and a bath sounds like a good idea, too."
"And it's like 10 pm, we should get a hotel and tell Bix and Omi where to find us," The brunet suggests, "And I think we should get gender separate rooms and before you say it Gray; you're welcome."
"Where are they anyway?" Gray wonders. Now that Juvia was off of him and acting like a sane human being again, he crosses his arms over his bare chest.
"I have a feeling they're quite close," Trevet says, his arms crossed across his bare chest too.
"Physically or near us?"
"Like they're near town, I think I can smell them," The brunet says as he sniffs the air slightly, "That's odd."
"What's odd?" Juvia wonders.
"They smell like themselves, but mixed with…," The Ice Dragonslayer takes a moment to analyze the scent, "Sweat and shame."
"That's never a good combination," Gray mutters. His mouth opened to add something to that statement when the sound of bickering caught his sense of hearing.
"How big is this freaking town?" a feminine voice exasperates.
"Hell if I know. You're the one who suggested we go looking for them," a male voice counters.
"Well, I seriously doubted that they'd have been through the station by now."
"Well, if we would have just stayed there like I suggested, we wouldn't be walking around in the pouring rain right now!"
"It's not like we weren't already walking around in the pouring rain earlier."
"We could have gotten a hotel room, but you said we had to find the others first."
"Listen up, bub. I'm the woman right now. You need to just shut the hell up and try to not piss me off worse than I already am!"
"Do you miss my tongue that much?"
"Oh, my lord, Bickslow. Will you shut up about your tongue?"
"Found them," Gray points out when two water soaked mages made their way down the street. The both of them were soaked to the bone. Their clothes hugged the shape of their bodies, and Neomi's hair was stuck to her face instead of being her trademark waves. Also, Gray could see her bra and panties through her tank top and pinstriped skinny jeans.
"I give it a solid 10/10," Trevet smirks, "What about you Gray?"
Before the man can say a word, Neomi slaps her hand down over his mouth. Her left hand reaches to grab Trevet by his brunet head. "Say something about my lingerie. I dare you," she hisses with a look of pure evil stapled across her skin.
"It was torture earlier! Juvia asked Gray if he liked her 'fat ass'," The brunet visibly shudders.
"For some reason I'm suddenly glad that I had to walk the five miles through the woods while battling a hard-on instead of being subjected to that," Bickslow mentions.
"Bruh? The actual fuck?!" Tre stares at the Seith Mage in slight disgust, "Did not need to hear about what goes on downstairs."
"Don't worry. You're not invited to the party in my pants," he snickers, following a scowling Neomi. Even as she had threatened to cut out his tongue five times in the past ten minutes, Bickslow couldn't help his straying male gaze. Thanks to that blessed rain, he could see clean through her pants. Laxus was right. Squats were something to be thankful for.
"Okay, there's a hotel right there, I'll go ask if they have any vacant rooms." Tre says as he jogs ahead of his group and into the hotel.
"Thank the saints," Neomi sighs as she leans against a wall of the building. Her head rests tiredly against it while the rest of her body shivers.
"Here," Bickslow comments. His hands moved to his mantle. After releasing the snap holding it into place, he draped it over her shoulders. "I know it's wet, but at least it'll cover you." His head nodded towards the lacey bra getting hidden by black-purple fabric.
"You're not half bad for a pervert," Neomi mentions, trying to ignore the prying eyes of Gray and Juvia.
"Well, a guy has to have his charms. Besides, I'm one hundred percent male. Put a gorgeous body like yours naked in front of me and my tongues gonna move before my brain does. So, you'll have to forgive me when I ask you to sit on my lap, so I can cover more of you up from that black headed virgin's line of sight." Bickslow nodded towards a hotly flushing Gray Fullbuster.
"Alright guys, I got two rooms. One for the men with three beds and the other for the ladies with two beds," Tre smiles, "No Juvia, you can't share with Gray before you even ask."
"But—"
"No!" The entire group barks in unison. Looking slightly like a whipped puppy, Juvia quietly takes her spot beside Gray.
"Gray when's your birthday?" The brunet asks.
"Huh?" the mage wonders with a quirk of his brow.
"It's a simple question; when were you born?"
"December fifth. Why?"
"Juvia?" Tre says.
"Yes, Trevet?"
"On the fifth of December, I, as the second oldest here, give you permission to take Gray Fullbuster's virginity," The brunet grins as he watches the Waterwoman's face light up.
While Juvia nearly passes out from the news, Neomi chirps, "Uh. Trevet. Make that third oldest. I'm twenty."
"Shit. Okay, emotionally second oldest. After Neomi, she's physically the second oldest and emotionally the oldest," Trevet says.
"Juvia gets to take Gray-sama's—"
"Don't I get a say in this!"
"Can I volunteer to sleep in the guy's room? I don't think I want to be in the same room as the horny rain woman!"
"Neomi, yes you can and Gray; did you really just turn down having your virginity taken? Or are you letting your true soul mate, Lucy, take it?" Trevet smirks.
Walloping Trevet on the back of the head, Neomi lets the cat fight ensue between Juvia and Trevet. "Forget this shit. I'm getting out of these wet clothes," she grumbles with Bickslow following right behind her.
"Juvia! Calm down! I was just joking!" Tre exclaims as he wrestles with the enraged rain woman.
Water soaks him even more when Juvia turns herself into an instant Ice Bucket Challenge. As rain pelts down on their bodies, only Gray can save the day by hauling Juvia off of Trevet. "I don't like Lucy, okay! Chill out. If you really want me to like you, you've got to chill out," Gray harps once he gets the rain woman in his arms.
"Gray-sama~" Juvia moans, snuggling into the raven-haired man's chest.
"I said chill not go into heat," he snarls between gritted teeth.
Wiggling from the Ice Mage's grasp, Juvia leaps at Tre and lands in his arms whilst saying, "Maybe Trevet will appreciated Juvia's…..moistness."
Jumping through her water body, Trevet makes a mad dash into the hotel. Soon enough, he's followed by Gray, and tailing both of them comes Juvia. Her face is lit up with glee as she continues to mess with the boys.
When the guys find their way into the their designated hotel room, they open it to find Bickslow stripped down to his pants and Neomi standing with a black towel wrapped around her body. She was busily tinkering with another gadget. Bickslow was hanging their soaking wet clothing on a clothes line he's rigged inside of the room. "Oh, hell, no!" was the two of them's response when they saw Trevet and Gray being chased by Juvia.
Trevet lets Gray in first before slamming the door behind them, the two of them panting, "Juvia's….gone….batshit crazy!"
"Bickslow, did you do it?" Neomi asks the Seith Mage. His response was a simple nod. "Good. Now, how can we get them out of here?"
"I've got an idea," he snickers. His hands move to his waist, and his pants drop around his legs. "You guys don't get outta here, I'm afraid I'll have to embarrass you with that party I mentioned earlier."
Without another word, Gray and Trevet sprint out of the room and into the girls' one, finding Juvia nowhere to be seen.
"We're safe Gray, at least, for now." The brunet gasps. From the other side of the wall, they could hear Bickslow and Neomi high fiving.
"Thank, Mavis. I thought we were going to have to share a room with those idiots," Neomi laughed.
"No kidding. Last thing I want to deal with is Juvia sneaking into the bedroom to get it on with Gray," Bickslow comments. After a second, he adds, "Did you rig the door and window?"
"Oh, yeah. There's no way they'll be able to break back in here. We're locked down like Fort Knox."
Gray and Trevet share a look of pure betrayal before the Ice Mage snarls, "Those traitors!" He flops down on one of the two beds in the room then stares at the door connecting the guy's room to the girl's room. "They actually locked us out of there."
Tre grits his teeth, "Damned pricks…" He mumbles before saying, "Gray, I'mma use the bathroom first, kay?" as he enters the room, locking it behind himself.
In the bathroom, Laxus' little brother strips down and gets into the shower, cleansing his skin beneath and spray of freezing cold water, which doesn't bother him at all. After cleaning off, He re-enters the main room with a towel wrapped around his waist and asks, "You gonna shower bro?"
"I'm afraid Juvia found her way inside of the plumbing. One second I'm taking a shower. The next second I'm getting jumped. I really don't get why she's so into me." Gray ran a hand through his jet black locks then set about rigging a clothes line similar to what Bix and Omi had in the other room. Soon as that was done, he tossed their clothes up for the water to drip into a waiting trough specifically built for drying out rain soaked clothing.
"Didn't you save her back when she was in Phantom Lord, maybe that's it. You're her hero and she's madly in love now," Trevet says from under his towel.
"I guess so, but I wasn't the only one that helped her out," Gray grumbles. "It's not that I don't like her. I just wish that she would calm down. Ya know. Act like a normal girl. Then, I might take a chance with it." He draws his clothes off until he's down to his boxers then makes way towards the shower.
"Damn straight brother," Tre nods as he quickly hangs up his clothes when Gray leaves the room.
Hot water turns on from Neomi and Bickslow's side of the wall at the same time that Gray turns his shower on. "Gonna get you some of that Seith Mage, eh, Omi?" Trevet calls out, still too hyper to go to sleep.
"Hope she enjoys anal," Bix smirks back.
"What the hell? I thought Neomi was in there."
"Nope. Just me, bro. Sorry, but your phone sex will have to take a message," Bickslow smarts back. On his side of the wall, he was leaned back. His hands found the sliver of lace that was Neomi's thong, and he shot it like a rubber band across the room.
"Dude seriously?" Tre sighs.
"Don't act like you aren't just as awful as I am," Bickslow replies. His hands mingle through Neomi's pack. She may say that he doesn't know anything about her, but Bickslow was about to find out. Just from looking into her satchel, he already knew several things. She was an inventor. She liked to play with make up. And, she had… a lot of underwear. Very… He gulped… scandalous underwear. "How does this even… Oh!" He finally figured out where one of the strings went.
Running a hand down the front of his face, Bickslow stares in the direction of the sensual fox taking a shower right behind that wooden door. Oh… Oh, dang. Neomi was that kind of girl. No wonder he liked her.
Meanwhile, Trevet was laying there, looking up at the ceiling and quietly thinking about the way Cana acted back at Fairy Hills. He really wished that Neomi would have been on the other side of that wall instead of Bickslow. Cana Alberona was a gorgeous girl. The way that she acted... Trevet wondered if that was based on appearances or actual interest. If it was interest; he was set. He found the girl absolutely enthralling and intriguing, something that he couldn't shake no matter what. When he met the girl as a little boy of age 10, he couldn't shake how he felt, even at so young.
Flashback - Fairy Tail guildhall, 9 years ago
A much younger Trevet Dreyar enters the guildhall following his grandfather Makarov. That's when he saw her. her long, flowing chocolate locks and glistening tan covering a voluptuous figure in a pair of capri trousers and a tight bikini top.
"W-Who's that grandpa?" Tre asks, pointing towards the beauty.
"Who? Oh, that's Cana Alberona," Makarov smiles at his youngest grandson.
"S-She's so….pretty," The brunet blushes, "Can I get some jewels to buy her flowers?"
"Sure," The white-haired man smiles as he hands his grandson jewel to purchase some flowers from a stand.
"I'll be back soon!" Trevet yells as he leaves the guildhall, running to the florist's down the street and purchasing some daffodils and returning, shuffling shyly over to the sixteen-year-old beauty
"Umm….Cana?"
"Yes? Oh, who are you little guy?" The brunette turns to face little Tre.
"I-I got you flowers," The brunet holds out the roses to Cana, "Because…..I…..I think you're pretty."
A resounding 'Awww' goes through the guildhall and Gray pipes up, "Got yourself a little boyfriend, have ya Cana?"
"I'm not her boyfriend," Tre pouts, "I just wanted to give her flowers because she's really pretty," The little Dreyar blushes.
"Aww kid, you're cute," Cana smiles as she takes the roses and pecks the little brunet's cheek, causing him to blush profusely.
A lot had changed since two years ago, a hell of a lot indeed. Trevet now had a year on his brunette crush and she realized how damn attractive he was now. This was all spelling out good things for Tre's love life, meaning he could get with the woman he loves the most in the , he just has to get the ball rolling.
Lids get heavy as Trevet stares at the ceiling grid overhead. Sleep is creeping in on him fast, and the staccato rhythm of the rain pelting down on the shingle roof causes a yawn to pull from between his pink lips. As soon as the shower in the bathroom beside him turns off, Trevet reaches over to turn off his bedside lamp. They would be in Magnolia tomorrow. Maybe, Trevet could see what a certain Alberona was doing.
The masculine vocal chords of the younger Dreyar mumble, "Night Gray," before silencing once again.
His response was a mere grumble of sound. With Trevet's eyes closed he could hear the man slipping underneath the bedsheets. After a while of settling down, it was Neomi's voice from the opposite wall that got eyes to pop open. She asks, "Has anyone seen Juvia?"
"No. Should we be scared?" The brunet asks, his voice calling through the wall.
"I think we should be," Gray shudders, voicing his disdain for Juvia's stalking.
Bickslow yawns, "We have nothing to worry about. It's the Ice Queens that need to watch their backs."
"Excuse me! I prefer the title; 'Dragon King of the Cold', thank you very much!" Tre yells to the Seith Mage.
"The Crystal Dragon Queen sounds much more your style," Neomi snickers, her voice muffled by the thin walls between each room.
From another room from theirs, a very pissed off older man yells, "SHUT YOUR FUCKING MOUTHS! Damn young'uns…..", before returning to a snoring slumber.
Trevet could just imagine Neomi sticking her tongue out in the direction of the old man. With a grin on his face, he flops right back down on his pillow. Yeah, sleep didn't sound like too bad of an idea.
A few hours later and Tre wakes up to an unfamiliar weight on his chest. Opening his amber eyes, the younger sibling of Laxus finds none other than Juvia Lockser laying on his chest looking quite content, said woman totally asleep.
"What the…" he mutters, looking down to a spread of blue hair placed in random waves atop his bare body. His eyes blink down to Juvia's face sleeping happily. The side of her face is laid gently atop his bare chest, and when he shifts to move elbows underneath himself, the little moan of annoyance she protests with nearly unhinges his jaw.
"J-Juvia? You awake?" He asks quietly, hoping not to disturb Gray, Bickslow or, god forbid, Omi.
A whimpering complaint is his only reaction. Cursing to the ceiling, Trevet shuffles underneath Juvia's weight. When he catches sight of light filtering in through the bottom of the black-out curtains over the windows, he has to wonder just how long Juvia has been sleeping on top of him. More importantly, why him and not Gray?
"Juvia? Talk to me girl," Trevet says, slightly fearful for his….nether regions.
"Gray-sama, be quiet. Juvia's sleepy," the water mage mutters with her mouth against Trevet's throat. Her head was burrowed in the sharp curve of his neck and shoulders, and her leg, nearly bare from the high slit in her dress, was about to run across his groin.
"Uhhh, Juvia? This is Trevet speaking, Gray's in the other bed." The brunet says coyly.
"T-Trev…" Blue eyes blink against Tre's skin, the long lashes skimming his sun kissed flesh. Her hands press down against his arms, and she sleepily feels the many indentions that make up Trevet's body. Had the muscle tone not been so large and defined, Juvia might not have freaked out, but upon realizing Trevet was far from the sinewy build of Gray, she loosed a yipping sound from her mouth. "Trevet!"
"Yes, that's my name. Now would you mind telling me why you're on top of me?!" Trevet snarls quietly.
Hastening off of him, Juvia blurts, "Y-You're so cold. I thought you were Gray-sama. It was so dark, and you're both cold and-and-and-and…"
"But I'm more muscular than Gray, how couldn't you tell? You'd be able to feel the definition in my body and understand that it's more than Gray's," The youngest Dreyar deadpans.
"Gray-sama has beautiful definition! Don't say otherwise," Juvia snaps, instantly covering her hands over her mouth when Gray growls in his sleep.
"You slept in your dress? That's good, 'cause I kinda sleep in my birthday suit…." The brunet smiles bashfully. Skin flushes at Trevet's blatant statement, and Juvia tries to keep her eyes from rolling to a certain tent pitched under his bedsheets. Hiking his leg up to cover said tent, Trevet snickers in Juvia's direction. "What? That bother you? Are you embarrassed that you touched a naked me before a naked Gray?"
Juvia stammers for words, but nothing can come out of her mouth. Eyes dart from her handsome prince to the smirking slayer resting with his arms behind his head.
"What's wrong? Dragon got your tongue?" Trevet chuckles, sitting up. Tactfully, he picks up a pair of his boxers, adeptly putting them on under the covers before getting out from beneath the sheets.
"J-Juvia feels like she betrayed Gray-sama," The Water Mage stammers.
"Sheesh Juv. It ain't like we had sex," Tre says, "But if we did…..you'd be calling me 'Trevet-sama'."
Face flaming scarlet, Juvia squeals, "NO NO NO! Juvia will only have sex with Gray-sama! He will put his penis inside Juvia's vagina and rock her back and forth till he cums inside her, then we will have three children!"
"Graphic much," Neomi snarls from the other side of the wall. Her body obviously shifts, and she sounds like she's going on a rampage before the red headed Rift Mage enters the room. "What the hell is going on in here?"
"I am surprisingly the innocent one in this situation. I woke up this morning to Miss. Stalker splayed out all over me like a throw on a bed!" Tre exclaims, his arms pointing at Juvia and then the bed for added effect.
Like they were being scolded by their disappointed parent's, Trevet sees Bickslow appear behind Neomi. The Seith Mage's hand holds him up on the trim around the doorway, and his crimson eyes scowl down like a dad to his irresponsible kids. Neomi's expression wasn't much different.
Her hair was in tufts of orange-red waves all around a sleepy face. She was standing in one of those fluffy knee length bathrobes that came with the room, and her skin was partially decorated in facial lotion.
"Kids these days," Bickslow grumbles out. "Always horny."
"Hey! I'm only three years younger than you!" Tre yells, "And the baby of the group shouldn't be coming onto me, unless I'm the one she actually wants!"
"What the hell is with all of the yelling?" Gray breaks out, rising from his bed with a massive scowl stuck to his face.
"Juvia," Neomi grumbles, "Apparently, she snuck in Trevet's bed last night. "Ya know what? I'm done here. We get free breakfast, and I'm not enjoying it." Before she leaves the group to their arguing, her hands snatch Bickslow by his mohawk. "Come with me. I need someone to entertain me as I eat."
"I'mma go eat too," The brunet says as he puts his now dry clothes back on and leaves the room closely behind Omi and Bix.
When a new set of feet start padding along the carpet in the main hall, Bickslow comments, "We're being tailed." His red eyes cast backwards to where he shares a smirk with Trevet.
"He can come. I don't understand why Juvia can't take the hint that Gray wants her to chill out. She's a great girl. Strong. Sweet. Just… obsessed…" Neomi comments while opening a door to a small dining area. Thankfully, no one was in here. All she had to do was get in her, get her food, and retreat back to the sweet serenity that was her quiet hotel room. Mostly quiet. Her eyes cut back to a Seith Mage that talked in his sleep. Apparently, his five tiki dolls possessed him when he was at rest. His vocal cords at least.
"Juvia freaked me out this morning but, unlike her, I tried to keep it down," Trevet says as he walks beside the two oldest team members, "Sorry for disturbing you two. But, I have to ask, since when have you two gotten all buddy buddy? Something happen while we were doing our jobs?"
Bickslow averts his gaze from the slayer whilst mumbling, "I guess you could say that."
Neomi's face flushes, and she silently grabs a muffin from a small tray. Popping it in her mouth so she couldn't speak, she puts all kinds of morning eats onto a square plate. Her body moves to keep her back to a curious Trevet.
"So, what exactly happened?" Trevet asks, curiosity and mischief playing along his grinning lips. A fork with bacon is held within in his right hand, and he pops the piece into his mouth without taking his teasing gaze off of Neomi.
"Nothing happened," Neomi snarls. Once she was finished putting everything on her plate, she hastened towards the hall. Trevet cuts her off.
"Oh, no. Something happened, and you're going to tell me."
"If you insist, me and the ginger bombshell sucked fa—"
Before the Seith Mage could finish his statement, Omi slams her hand across his mouth, muffling the end of the word as she snaps, "Nothing! We did nothing!"
"Doesn't look like nothing. You're face is as red as your hair," Trevet snickers. "So, Bixomi, eh. I wasn't expecting it. I saw you more with Laxus, but whatever floats your boat."
"Had to cover her mouth last night to stop her screaming the hotel down with my name," Bix sniggers.
Rolling her blue eyes, Neomi snarls, "There is no Bixomi. He just kissed me. There was nothing to it."
"That's not what your tongue was telling me when it was fornicating with mine," Bickslow comments, slightly annoyed that she wanted to deny that she didn't kiss the ever living hell out of had kissed, and she had been into it. There was no denying that.
"Wow, it's like finding out your parents still have sex….." Trevet shudders.
Glowering, Neomi unlocks her and Bickslow's room—stolen room at that. "Yeah. Yeah. We sucked face, and I liked it. But, it's never going to happen again because I have to find a way back home out of here. I've done decided this isn't a drug induced hallucination. When we get back to Magnolia, I'll tell Makarov about Ivan and Tartarus. Then, I'll spend the rest of my time trying to find a way back home. I'm sure Levy can help me find something."
"Enter the GMG, you can get answers from the council then. They usually have guest commentators on the games who are from the council," Tre explains.
"That's a whole three months away," she counters, flopping down on her unmade bed. Her hands grab a spoon, and she lifts yogurt to her lips. Something about seeing her unraveled was better than seeing her all done up in her stripes and leather. With her robe slumping off her slender shoulders, she was revealing more cleavage than intended, and judging by the annoyed look on her face, she didn't give a damn about it. Cute like a wet kitten. "My finals are next week. Or close to that depending on how much time has passed."
"Two days. You've been here two days," Trevet says simply.
"But, what if two days here is two months in the real world? I could be failing University right now and not even know it," she groans. After finishing her plate, she puts it on the nightstand to fall back against the bed. Her red hair spills out in all sorts of directions as she stares blankly to the ceiling. "All the money in my savings account… Gone… All of it."
"Sounds like you're going through a rough time, but don't worry. Me, Bix, Juvia and Gray are all here for you, along with the rest of Fairy Tail," The brunet smiles at her after taking a seat on the bed beside her.
"Thanks," she growls sarcastically. "So, here I am. In the middle of a comic book with a bunch of horny mages and about to break a fourth wall in the world of writing by asking the demonic writers of my life, 'Why the hell was it me?' Oh! And, there's also the fact that I'll lose all of my scholarships if I fail all seven of my classes. Great! Twenty hours of my junior year are gone. Just like that." Her hands lift up like she's releasing butterflies from them. "Look, world! Look as my fucks all flutter out from my body and into the dark void of Fuck Neomi Land."
"I can't understand what you must be going through, but we're here to support you all the way. Fairy Tail is a family and your family to us now." Tre smiles, attempting to lighten the mood.
"Thanks, Trevet, but those Manga styled lines aren't going to help me out. Friendship can't heal all wounds, and it sure as hell doesn't make you immortal." Squeezing her temples, Neomi adds, "I have to do whatever the hell it is I'm supposed to do here. Then, I have to get home, study like a mo-fo, and pass my finals."
"You go Omi!" Bix cheers, punching his fist into the air.
"Yeah. Go Omi," she sighs. Getting up, Neomi tugs her hair out of her face. "Alright, gather everyone up. We have to go to Magnolia."
"I took literally nothing besides the clothes on my back and this," The brunet says as he holds up a cone-shaped pendant hanging from around his neck.
Neomi hefts her leather pack up from under the bed. "I've got plenty of my clothes in… Why is everything unfolded?"
"Shit! Forgot to fold them!" Bix mumbles.
"You went through my—" She stops, pinching the bridge of her nose again in patience. "Ya know what. I'm not mad. Actually, I expected this much." Pulling her underwear out causes a domino effect of Trevet's face turning fifty shades of scarlet. "Trevet, get outta here. Bickslow's already seen it, but the last thing I need to have on my subconscious is your eyes checking out my undies."
"Where do the strings go?" he mutters as Neomi hauls him out of the room, "What?! It was a genuine question!" Tre yells as he bangs on the door.
From behind it, he hears Bickslow getting locked in the bathroom. "Wait? What? I thought you said I'd seen it!"
"My underwear. Not my birthday suit."
"Oh. That makes much more sense," Tre nods, "But you still didn't answer my first question."
"On my body, Trevet. That's where they go," she explains from the other side of the door.
"Okay, not in the mood. I get it. I won't pry any further," Tre turns around to see Gray being chased around the room by a heart-eyed Juvia. "And, it just keeps getting weirder. Hmm. I wonder if this is what university is like?"
"You're about right except more responsibility, drugs, studying and fast food," Omi explains from the other side of the wall.
"Food has a speed?" Bickslow wonders from behind the bathroom wall. His voice was barely cognitive for the sound waves having to pass through eight inches of wall studs and gypsum board.
"Yup," Neomi cheerfully replies, her tone going back to the upbeat cheer that was normally in her voice. "There are drive ins and windows where you pick food up instead of having to sit and wait for it. Most of everything is powered by the all mighty dollar, and everyone owns a vehicle. I have a Kawasaki sport bike that I ride around Memphis. Also, everything is fueled by electricity. Laxus would love all the electric things to eat."
"Seems kinda lazy if you ask me, but if it means you can be on your way faster…." Bix smiles, "And everyone having a vehicle sounds cool."
Neomi pulls a new tank top over her head. "How did I get this thing on in the first place?" Neomi wonders as she wraps her corset around her body. "Bickslow, come here and put this thing on me."
The door of the bathroom pops open to reveal a fully dressed Seith Mage. As soon as he takes a look at the fifty strings laced up Neomi's back, he questions, "Who in their right mind thought that was a great idea."
Adjusting it beneath her bust, Neomi smarts, "Some man who loves sex appeal. Seriously, isn't this thing hot as hell?"
"Ha. Yeah. It is, but… damn… at what cost."
"Where do your organs go when you put these on, some other dimension?" The Seith Mage asks. His hands set to tying the many black strings.
"Hardy. Har. Har. Yes, let's make a dimension joke to the Rift Mage," she snickers, flashing him a toothy grin. "Oof! What are you trying to do back there? Strangle me?"
"Aye! You want to lift your bust. That's what I'm doing. Besides, I could say Gingers have no souls," he taunts, loosening the string just the least bit for her lungs to have some expansion room.
Outside the door, Trevet has to wonder, "What the hell are you two doing in there?"
"It's called fitting a corset. A.k.a the most difficult job in the world for any gender," Neomi barks through. Her hands slam down on a wooden drawer when Bickslow ties it too tight again. "Will you quit playing around back there?"
"That's what she said," Trevet snickers.
"Oh wow, that's totally original," Neomi says, her voice drowning in sarcasm.
"Yes! I am victorious! I got it on!" Bickslow cheers as he ties off Neomi's corset and lets go.
"Way to go Bix!" Trevet cheers.
"Yeah, thanks Bickslow," Omi smiles faintly, "Where's Gray?" She then proceeds to ask.
"In the bathroom, he's hiding from Juvia," Tre says nonchalantly.
"Oh Gray-sama~ Let me in~" The Water Mage says in a sultry tone.
Neomi enters the other room, Bickslow in tow and shoves Juvia out of the way. She chaps the door three times in a row whilst yelling like a disappointed parent, "Gray Fullbuster! Get your ass out here!"
A faint, "Yes ma'am" is heard from the other side of the door as a surprisingly fully-clothed Gray steps into the room.
"Good, now let's get going," Omi says as she opens the door and leaves, the rest of the posse in tow and locking it behind them.
"Alright, keys?" Tre says as he stands in front of the group, Gray and Neomi tossing their room keys to him as he says that, the brunet catching them easily. Tre then deposits them in a small box on the front desk labelled 'returned keys'.
"Just a question, Tre. If you're a dragonslayer, how come you don't get motion sick?" Gray asks.
"Yeah, I'm curious about that too," Bickslow says.
"My mom healed of it when I was young and I trained myself too," Trevet explains.
"That makes…..surprisingly a lot of sense," Neomi says.
"Juvia agrees with Neomi-san," The Water Mage nods.
"Irregardless, it feels good to have another Ice Mage in Fairy Tail," Gray smiles as he sticks out his hand for a handshake, Tre reciprocating the motion as the two shake hands.
"It's good that I'm wanted," The brunet chuckles.
"And you're Laxus' little bro and Master's grandson, surprised Freed ain't all over ya," Bix adds with a snicker.
"I'd rather he left me alone personally. I'll talk to the guy when it happens but I'd prefer if he treated me normally, like not worship me," Trevet shudders as they walk, swiftly approaching the train station.
"I think he's too fixated on Laxus to care," Omi adds as they buy their tickets and get on the train.
"Oh yeah, I know I've told Bix and Omi, but Juvia and Gray, not a word about my Dragonslayer Magic to anyone in the guild, not even gramps. Laxus would probably get mad and or jealous of me being an Ice Dragonslayer and the others, well I ain't sure how they'll react," Tre says with the utmost seriousness.
"You've got my word dude," Gray nods with crossed arms.
"You have Juvia's word too," The Water Mage adds.
"Thanks, now….anyone wanna play Cards Against Fiore again?" The brunet asks.
"Hell yeah!" Neomi cheers.
"Yeah," Bickslow replies, "Let me get the cards out."
"Sure…" Gray says.
"Juvia will play because Gray-sama is, but she doesn't want another dent in her wallet."
"Alright, first card," Bickslow begins, "What will always get you laid?" The Seith Mage waits before collecting in all of the players inputs and he says, "What will always get you laid? Gray Fullbuster, Basic Human Decency, a ten-inch cock and Ice Make: Dildo." After pondering upon it, Bix exclaims, "The winner is Ice Make: Dildo!"
"Wooh!" Gray cheers, pumping his fist in the air.
"Go Gray-sama!" Juvia cheers.
"Next card?" They all ask.
"Okay. Here it is; Ah, _. Common among species with hormone-driven urges," The Seith Mage once again collects in the cards and begins with, "Ah, emos. Common among species with hormone-driven urges. Ah, erectile dysfunction. Common among species with hormone-drive urges. Ah, a lack of decency. Common among species with hormone-driven urges. Ah, humping like rabbits. Common among species with hormone-driven urges. Who's humping like rabbits?"
"That would be moi," Trevet explains, pointing to himself.
"Alright, next card; _, it's a trap!"
Neomi's grin goes wide as she slips her card face down over the top of the table. "So, what are the wagers this time? No money this time though. We could do favors," she mentions, hoping that the jewel in her pocket will stay there. She doesn't want to have to depend on Fairy Tail for everything. Maybe, she could work at the bar like Mira and Kinana to help get more money for herself. Also, she needs to find a place to stay.
"Sure favours but no sexual ones!" Trevet exclaims,
"Awww…" Juvia pouts.
"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! If we're doing favors, we need someone else to deal out these cards. I need a stake in this, too!" Bickslow breaks in. His body leans forward in the hall. Just that simple motion gets someone's sandaled foot tripping. Limbs fly up in the air while Trevet dashes to catch a bundle of chocolate waves.
"Miss! Are you okay?" The brunet looks down at the brunette to find Cana, "Cana?!"
"Hey big boy, good catch," She smirks as she shifts about, breasts bouncing as she makes herself comfy in Tre's arms. "Y'all heading back to Magnolia?" she wonders, not moving an inch from her reclined position.
"Yeah," Trevet mentions, "Yeah, we're heading back after a job. You?" His body shifts to settle Cana back on her feet.
"Mhmm, just got back from a job myself. The two of us should go on a job together, alone," The brunette says with a sultry smirk.
Neomi props her feet up on the seat she'd saved all for herself. "Uh-oh. Looks like we have another Juvia on our hands," she taunts, grinning at one of the Fairy Tail girls Neomi always knew she would get along with in reality.
"Hardly," Cana snickers. "Anyway, what are y'all doing? I see Bickslow has his infamous cards out. Cards he stole from me." Eyes narrow in the direction of a smirking Seith Mage.
"Hehe…." Bix smiles bashfully. "What my babies possess is just what my babies possess. I can't control everything they do. They're poltergeists for crying out loud."
Five totems pull from hidden pockets in the folds of his base, the skirt-like cloth draping over his legs. One cries, "Cana's cards!" Another mentions, "Not anymore!"
Taking a seat beside Trevet, Cana easily snatches the cards from Bickslow's hands. "Y'all want me to deal? I'm pretty good at this game." After everyone silently hands over their cards to be refiled in the deck, the mage easily shuffles the deck like a pro. "Any wagers?"
"Since you like me so much Cana, if I lose, you get to see me naked. I win and I see you naked, deal?" He asks the brunette dealer with a smirk.
"I thought you said nothing sexual?" she purrs, remembering the conversation she'd heard between the group earlier.
"That was until you walked in," he flirted back, a playful grin spreading across his face.
Bickslow broke the moment when he leaned back into the alley between the seats. "Alright. If that door's open. Neomi, if I win, you have to become my personal servant. Payback for what you did to me the other night."
Chin raised, Neomi snickered, "Alright, Bix. You've got a deal, but when I win, you become my dog for a week. Get practiced on your howling, boy."
"Deal out the cards, sexy dealer." Trevet smirks.
"Juvia wants Gray to be hers for a week on a private vacation!" Juvia blurts out, making sure her demands were known.
Hastily, Gray snaps, "I want a full week's pass of solitude on Mt. Hakobe!"
"Ms. Alberona, would you do the honour of dealing the cards?" Tre asks.
"With pleasure, big boy," Cana grins in a sultry manner as she hands each player one white card before reading out, "What really turns me on?"
"Alright, here we go. What really turns me on? Accidental Incest, Gray-sama, nudist colonies, tripping balls and long walks in the pits of hell," she reads off after collecting her groupings. "Gonna have to go with tripping balls, whose was this?"
"Right here beautiful!" Tre smirks at himself getting another point. "Get ready for a strip session, Alberona."
Trevet's eyes hold mountains of concentration as he carefully looks over his cards. After a moment, Cana announces the second card, "_ cuts deeper than swords." After raking in the player's cards, Cana begins with "A fiery dildo cuts deeper than swords, Gray Fullbuster's Penis cuts deeper than swords, Heavy drinking cuts deeper than swords, fluffy kittens cuts deeper than swords and...mouth herpes, cuts deeper than swords." The brunette takes her time on assessing the cards before yelling, "Fluffy kittens!"
"Yes!" Tre yells, "A step closer to seeing those fine DD's naked Cana!"
"Ah, the sounds of nature. Everything screaming violently to get laid," Neomi sighs in the direction of the Ice Dragon Slayer. "Cana, what's the next card?"
"Hmm. Let's see," Cana muses to herself. Her pink tongue comes out to sweep across her full lip as she thinks. When a huge grin spreads across her honey tanned skin, she states, "Before I kill you, Zeref, I must show you my greatest collection of _."
The cards are gathered up, and Cana begins. In a dramatic voice she states, "Before I kill you, Zeref, I must show you my greatest collection of high tech sex toys. Before I kill you, Zeref, I must show you my greatest collection of Ichiya's waxed off chest hair. Before I kill you, Zeref, I must show you my greatest collection of Mirajane Strauss's panties. Before I kill you, Zeref, I must show you my greatest collection of the Trimen's virginities and, Before I kill you, Zeref, I must show you my greatest collection of Naked Wendy Marvell Pics. And, the winner is…" She gave a pause for dramatic effect.
Juvia's hands were clenching her cards tight. Gray looked about bored. Bickslow was halfway more interested in the way Neomi's breasts were pushed up by his corset skills. Neomi waited patiently, and Trevet was sporting a look of victory.
"High. Tech. Sex. Toys," she states, giving each word emphasis.
"Booyah!" Bickslow hollers out, getting a few judgemental glowers from the other passengers on the train. "When in doubt, go for the vibrator."
"Wow, that won…" Tre says.
"The other's were predictable and had a theme to them. I like to spice it up every now and then," Cana comments.
"Will you spice it up when we have that precious alone time?" Trevet grins.
"Boy, I'll have you trained so well that you'll be sore for weeks on end," Cana boxes back. Pulling a new card from her grouping, she reads off, "What is black, blue, and red all over?"Collecting in the cards, she begins, "And the final card is; _ won the Grand Magic Games using their secret weapon; _. Let's begin," She smirks, "Sabertooth won the Grand Magic Games using their secret weapon; cheating. Gray won the Grand Magic Games using their secret weapon; his darling wife Juvia. Laxus won the Grand Magic Games using their secret weapon; sex appeal. Blue balls won the Grand Magic Games using their secret weapon; high speed negotiation. A freshly greased Jura Neekis won the Grand Magic Games using their secret weapon; Thunder Beads." After carefully analyzing the cards she exclaims, "Jura Neekis and Thunder Beads!"
Overcome with joy, Tre exclaims, "Fuck yes! I'm the champion!"
"I knew this would happen," Neomi sighs, throwing her cards up in the air. They flutter down all around her as she reclines disappointed against the faux leather.
"Damn it. I really want to see you in a schoolgirl outfit," Bickslow pouts. His arms stretch out along the back of his own seat, and he tosses a befanged grin at Neomi from his spot.
"I'm gonna be king of the pirates! Believe it!" The brunet smirks.
"Where the hell did that come from?" Gray wonders, confused by Trevet's random outburst of words.
The brunet opens his mouth to say something until the hiss of the train's brakes catches his sense of hearing. Putting his hand down on the seat in front of him, the group listens to the train conductor state, "Good morning, passengers riding the Hargeon and Clover Town strip. We have arrived in Onibus. Please, remember to take all belongings with you when you leave and be mindful of passengers walking through the aisles. Thank you."
"Huh. That was a quick two hours," Juvia mentions. "Juvia hopes the rest of the ride will go just as quick. Juvia can't wait to be back in Magnolia with her Gray-sama."
"Cana?" Tre begins, "Do you remember a little kid giving you flowers nine years ago?"
"Huh?" comes from her mouth before anything else. Leaning back into her seat, Cana puts the cards away before tossing them back to their thieving owner. "Mmm. Maybe. Brown hair. Walking with the master. It was, what, about two years ago if you take away Tenrou?"
"Yeah, he said you were pretty?" Tre smiles.
"Mhmm, he was a pretty sweet kid for thinking of plain ol' me as pretty," She sighs.
"You're anything but plain Cana. You're beautiful, my love never changed those past nine years," Trevet smiles sweetly.
"That was you?!" The brunette exclaims, shocked by the revelation.
"It was indeed, beautiful," The brunet smiles. His arm finds its way around her shoulder. Leaning in closer, he wonders, "So, has the cute turned to hot, or…." His brow quirks.
A grin spreads across Cana's face, and she leans towards Trevet. Scratching him under the chin, she purrs, "Definitely hot. Seven years did you well. I know that you got stronger in those seven years." Hands trail from her lap to his thigh. They feel the taut, toned muscles beneath his dark jeans. "What else have you learned?"
"Well, this for example," he mentions. Leaning in just the least bit closer, Trevet brushes his lips against the supple softness of Cana's full mouth. When those lips part on a surprised breath, he presses their bodies closer together. Heat is shared between their locked lips, and blood rushes from part surprise on Cana's end.
His lips are careful, steady. Giving her time to adjust to the strange sensation, he finds his brows rising when hands snatch him around the collar. Trevet's drawn in by Cana's grabbing hands as she presses her lips harder against his the kiss becomes hectic, frantic. Passionate.
"Mhmm….Cana…" Tre groans quietly in arousal into the brunette's ear.
The two tussle for dominance, their lips battling each other as they kiss. Cana is unable to fight the euphoria she is experiencing through this man. She relents. The two shift on their seat until the brunet finds himself straddling his love, both sporting a heavy blush as they tear away from the delicious kiss.
Right when Trevet slips his tongue between her parted lips, a hand slaps down on his back. "And, that's enough deep throat for today!" Bickslow comments as he hauls Trevet off of the card mage.
Her chest rises and falls with surprised panting. "You did learn a thing or two in seven years," she breathlessly states. Her elbows tuck underneath her, and she props her grinning self up to beam at Trevet.
"I feel like a parent," Neomi grumbles as she situates herself between Cana and Trevet.
Taking a spot between Neomi and Trevet to put even more distance between the two horny mages, Bickslow mentions, "Yeah. It must be mating season because I swear they were about to start tearing off their clothes."
"You're lucky it isn't. You never get between a Dragonslayer and his mate," Trevet says with the utmost seriousness.
"But, reptiles don't mate for life. Why would a Dragonslayer have an eternal, magical mate?" Neomi scoffs.
"No reptiles don't but Dragonslayers usually have their eye on one mate at a time. Get between that mate and you're dead meat."
"Animalistic screwing protectiveness. Hmm. Sounds a lot like American high school," Neomi mentions.
"And that is also why Dragonslayers tend to develop harems," Tre says in a teacher-like manner whilst gesturing to an invisible whiteboard.
"Okay, now, that I can believe," Bickslow comments. His arms stretch out back over the length of the seat, and his long legs stick out in the aisle. "Every time Laxus goes somewhere, chicks fling themselves on him. Whatever kind of pheromones that guy's putting out, I wouldn't mind having for myself."
Flinging his thumb towards the table across from them, Trevet says, "You see those thirsty girls checking me out?" His eyes toss over to a group of curious, flushing females that looked like they would not mind having been in Cana's position a second ago. He then whispers to his friends, "Watch me mess with them" and proceeds to take his shirt off, exposing his toned, buff and sinewy upper body.
"Now, that's just cruel, Trevet. Besides, we're on a damned train. Have some basic decency. You're as bad as Gray over there." Neomi tosses red hair at her face to nod in the direction of a strangely quiet Gray and Juvia.
Juvia's entire body had shot crimson, likely from Trevet and Cana's makeout session, and she was now laying on the seat with her eyes rolled back in her head and her mouth gaping open. Gray, on the other hand, was sitting with his jaw hanging loose and scarlet running up to his hairline.
Tossing his shirt back on, Tre says, "Can I at least sit beside Cana?"
"Can you at least keep it in your pants?" Neomi wonders, mocking his voice with a deep tone.
"Yes. Yes I can," Trevet deadpans, entirely shutting down the redhead's joke.
Scooting over, Neomi pats the empty spot for Trevet to sit down at. As soon as he takes his place, Neomi wonders, "How long are Gray and Juvia going to stay stuck like that?"
"Okay Omi, you slap one and I slap the other, deal?" Tre exchanges a cheeky smirk with his redheaded friend.
"Or I could just… Juvia, look! Gray's pants just flew out the window and he's streaking through the train!"
"Uwaaa! Gray-sama! Wait for Juvia!" She cries as she sits up to find her love still beside her, "Oh Gray-sama~ You waited for Juvia~" The Water Mage snuggles into the Ice Mage's chest.
After the long ride from Clover Town to Magnolia, Neomi, Trevet, and the others finally step onto what might as well have been dry land. It was about mid-afternoon in Magnolia. The sun was perched high in the sky. The clouds that had ruined their trip to the town last night were gone, replaced by a vibrant summer sun.
"Feels good to get off that train, eh Cana?" He asks the brunette Card Mage.
"Yeah it does," Cana yawns as she stretches, loosening her muscles as she, Tre and the gang walk through Magnolia.
"We have to tell Makarov about what we found in Greater Minor," Neomi states with a stern tone to her voice. "Since it's not that far of a distance, do you want to see if I can open a portal to get all of us to the guild faster? My magic shut down on me in that cellar, and it's been bugging me ever since."
"Test it out then," The brunet shrugs.
Taking in a deep breath, Neomi exhales through her nose. "Here goes nothing," she mumbles. Eyes close as she withdraws her revolver from her thigh sheath. "One. Two. Three," she counts, making sure that she's wholly focused. After a few more moments, her eyes flash open.
The barrel of her gun comes up. Pointing it towards a tree not too far from the station, Neomi shouts, "Instant Transport!" A gloved finger pulls down on the trigger after she lets the hammer release. The bullet slams home inside of the tree, but nothing… happens.
"What the hell?" Neomi complains. She hits the butt of her gun against her hand. "Come on. What the hell? You worked fine a few days ago."
"Maybe you need to consume magic power like a dragonslayer?" Trevet wonders.
"I… dunno, Trevet. I mean, what would I eat? I haven't seen any delectable looking portals laying around here, and I sure as hell ain't working with anything from Aperture Science. This is a freaking flintlock not an ASHPD."
"Okay, let's just walk then," Tre says as he begins to walk towards the guildhall at a brisk pace.
Letting out a gust of hot air, Neomi opens her mouth to agree, but a sudden wind whipping up all around her stops her in her place. Her head jerks violently backwards when something lifts her up off the ground. "Holy shit!" she squeaks when the same tree she'd shot explodes into a freaking black hole!
"What have you done?!" Trevet yells, holding himself and Cana down.
Before Neomi can get snatched up by the supermassive black hole, her hands lock down around a street sign. "Hell if I know! Remember, I'm the chick that fell from the damned sky! I don't know anything!"
"Try turning it off and on again!" The brunet yells over the roaring winds sucking everything inside of the dark void.
"It's not an Iphone, Trevet! It's a freaking portal into another dimension, and it's going to eat the whole damned town if we don't do something about it," Neomi yelps. Her hands furiously flutter about to snatch her revolver, but the flintlock pistol is out of reach.
Gray wraps his arms tight around Juvia while keeping hold of a tree. "Bickslow, your dolls!" he shouts, quick thinking when he sees Neomi floundering about on the Welcome Sign greeting visitors to Magnolia.
"Get that pistol before the whole town gets sucked up!" Bickslow calls out to one of his totems. Hastily, it drops its totem shell to dive inside of Neomi's pistol. As soon as the object leaves the sheath, that weapon goes flying in the direction of the vortex.
"A toilet bowl of doom is not how we're all supposed to die!" Neomi shrieks. Her body twists, and as the tiki spirit attempts to keep from getting sucking into the black hole, she stretches out to lengths she didn't think her body could go.
Neomi bites down on her lip. When her tiny canine cuts down on the plump skin there, fingers scratch against the sleek, golden weapon. "Just. A. Little. More!" she forces herself to encourage. Right when she gets close enough to snatching the pistol, her eyes catch sight of something.
Blue eyes widen when flashes of a Real World city blur on the other side of the dark portal. "H-Home?" she stammers. Cars buzz around in her vision. Eightteen wheelers haul things on their long beds. Skyscrapers stretch to the sky instead of these european styled homes in Fiore.
The grip that Neomi has on the welcome sign loosens just the least bit. Her hands reach out, going past the pistol as it's sucked away through the portal. Right when she was about to get caught up in the currents, a male voice shouts, "Dark Ecriture: Seal!" A line of dark black-purple runes seal away Neomi's black void, and she goes from a graceful/hopeful flying stretch to flat on her face in the dirt.
"Freed!" The group exclaims as they turn to face the long green-haired male.
"What are we freeing?" Neomi grumbles as she pulls herself up via her hands.
"No, Freed!" They point to the leader of the Raijinshuu.
"I was being sarcastic!" she cries out, still staring in the direction of her swirling, angry portal. She can't see her home because of the runes blocking that tiny sliver of light, but she knows it's there. She needs to see it. Thanks to Freed, though, she can't.
"Master Laxus' little brother!" The man wails, "Are you okay?!"
"Yeah, I'm fine. I'm more worried about Neomi over there, though," he mentions, letting go of Cana's waist to amble towards Neomi.
She was still sitting on her hip in the dirt. Her eyes were big and light. Were those tears trying to form on the rims of her eyelids?
"Omi, are you okay?" The Seith Mage asks sincerely as he walks over to her and crouches down.
Hastily, Neomi runs her arms across her eyes. "Y-Yeah. I'm good. Just got something in my eye." Her eyes narrow down at her hands. Is that how I get back home? Through my own portals? she wonders to herself before realizing something. "My pistol!" she shrieks.
"Where could it be?" Bix wonders, scratching his chin.
"If that's sarcasm, I do not want to hear it right now." Ignoring the hand Trevet extends to help her up, Neomi turns to the Seith Mage. "Your doll had it. Do you have your soul back?"
"Yeah."
"Then ask it where the hell my pistol is instead of standing there scratching yourself!"
"Babies! Find her pistol!" He orders his spiritual sentries as they fly off in many directions.
"Can't find it!" one explains.
"It's gone!" another proclaims.
"In the portal, Neomi," the one that had her pistol admits, sounding upset at losing an object.
Hanging her head, Neomi clenches her fists tight at her side. That same doll floats close to her, concern in it's poltergeist voice as it attempts to apologize. "Sorry, sorry!" it cries.
"It's… fine…" she mutters. Moisture fills in her eyes as she stares down to the dirt she'd just been laying on. Heat rises to her face, and she bites her lip so hard that her teeth go clean through it. With blood filling her mouth, Neomi tries to make herself calm when she says, "I just need to be alone for a second." Shoving hair in front of her face before people see the liquid trying to fill her eyes, Neomi charges away from the group and towards the woods around the town. As she runs off, Trevet is positive that he hears her sobbing, "Now, how the fuck am I supposed to get home?"
"Neomi, wait!" Trevet hollers too late. The redhead was already dashing away. Her body quickly became engulfed inside of the shadows of the forest as her portal gradually began to shrink from Freed's seal.
Sprinting into the forest, Omi slumps against the nearest tree and begins to cry. After a while, she feels something soft, almost, squishy touch her arm as a squeaky voice asks, "Are you okay miss?"
Instead of pulling her hands away from her face, Neomi just moans, "Great. Something else weird to make this even worse."
The little voice replies chipperly, "Fro thinks so, too."
"F-Fro?" Neomi mutters. Slowly, she pulls her hands away from her blue eyes to blink in the direction of a little, green Exceed sporting a pink frog suit. "Frosch? If you're here, then that means…"
As if on cue, a masculine voice exclaims, "Frosch! Frosch where are you?!"
The little green Exceed replies with, "Fro is over here, Rogue-kun! This girl is crying."
Wide eyes flash open, and Neomi lunges for the little Exceed. Clamping a hand over the feline's mouth, she hisses, "You don't have to let everyone know my business, Frosch."
"Fro didn't know. Fro is sorry." The little Exceed quivers her lip as the dark-haired Dragonslayer appears from around the tree.
"What are you doing to Frosch?!" He snaps.
Instantly, Neomi releases the kind Exceed, but she doesn't move from her spot. Pulling a pinstriped leg up and smearing mascara away from her face, she grumbles, "Your Exceed was shouting my business. I asked her to stop."
"Sorry, Frosch gets a bit overly worried about people. But are you okay miss? You're bleeding from your mouth," The Shadow Dragonslayer says as he picks up the frog costume-wearing Exceed.
Neomi dabs her glove against her chin. When she pulls it back to see that Rogue was right, she just spits the rest of it into the weeds beside her. "Fine. I was doing just fine until I fell through a damned portal and into this crazy place," she growls. "Now, I'm going to fail my classes. I'm never going to get a job, and I'm going to be in debt because I'm going to lose my scholarships and have to apply for freaking student loans."
"What do you mean 'fell through a portal'?" Rogue asks.
Tossing her thumb in the direction of Magnolia, Neomi wonders, "You not hear all those villagers screaming a second ago? Did you not feel the pull of that toilet bowl of doom? I create portals, but I can't control them. That's how I came to Fiore in the first place. I have to get home before I fail my finals."
"Finals?" The raven-haired man asks.
"Yeah," she sighs, hating that she was having to do another session of explanation. "Where I'm from, if you want to get a good job, you go to a university to get higher education in the field you want to go in. I'm a Graphics Design major. We have exams at the end of the year to see who passes and who doesn't, but university isn't free. I've been working two jobs and gathering scholarships to stay out of debt. Thanks to this portal business, I'm diving headlong into the red."
"Seems like a lot of work," Rogue says.
"Fro thinks so, too," The adorable Exceed adds.
"Yeah," she states. Right as she was about to lay her head on her knees, she pulls it right back up. "What are members of Sabertooth doing in Magnolia? Is Sting here with Lector?"
"We are currently returning from a job and Sting is here with Lector," The raven-haired man says, the White Dragonslayer poking his head round the tree.
"I heard my name," The cocky blonde smirks. Noticing Omi, he saunters over with heavy swagger before saying, "Hey beautiful."
Blue eyes roll as she glowers in Sting's grey orbs. "Hello, Eucliffe," she states. Turning to Rogue, she wonders, "Y'all are going into the GMG, right?"
"You bet your DD's we are," Sting grins, "We gotta defend our title as strongest guild in Fiore."
"And, I would bet your microscopic dick that you're going to lose," she smarts back, ire filling in her body. Was everyone a freaking perv around here?
To add fuel to Omi's burn, the green Exceed says, "Fro thinks so, too."
Rogue's lips upturn, and he hides his grinning mouth while Sting stands there somewhere between slack jawed and angry.
"Wipe that smug face off ya bastard!" The blonde snaps at his teammate. Reaching to the girl on the ground, he hauls Neomi up by her aviator jacket. "And, just why do you say that Sabertooth is gonna loose? We sure as hell ain't gonna lose because of that piece of shit guild Fairy Tail. They may have their key members back, but they're weak as hell."
Neomi's lips curl, and she places her hands on the ones holding her up. "Put me down. Now."
As if by some bad omen, it begins to snow. Not a light trickle, but a full on blizzard. Stepping through the snow towards the group is an ominous figure whom growls, "I advise you drop the girl."
"Or what?" Sting growls, casting the figure an annoyed expression.
At just that moment, Neomi snickers, "You're open!" Using her weight, she moves like a pendulum to kick Sting between his legs.
"Now now Omi, what is there to hit between there?" The figure mocks as it approaches, his voice sending a chill down the Shadow Dragonslayer's, the Exceed's and even Sting's spine.
Even though Sting's hands are holding himself, the slayer hisses, "You're gonna pay now, bitch!" Light flows around the mage's body before releasing towards Neomi's unsuspecting form.
Blue eyes widen, and as Trevet lunges to rescue Neomi he gets there too late. Neomi's body is blown back against a tree by the force. Eyes roll back in her head, and her mouth opens wide in a silent scream. When the blast subsides, though, she is unharmed. Light glows all around her body, and she laughs, "No damned way. This is way too ridiculous."
Before anyone can get a question out, Neomi adds, "There's only one way to find out, though." Extending an open palm towards the mages of Sabertooth, Neomi apologizes, "Sorry, Rogue and Frosch, but y'all need to get lit! Expulsion Rift!" The white light around Neomi's arms swirl like holy serpents, and when they snake out to stab towards the mages, a white portal opens up to suck up the mages.
The snake's mighty maw opens up to dive around the bodies of the mages. Slamming home around them the group of four gets absorbed into the body of the beast. When the massive snake dissipates as fast as it had come, there were no mages left.
Subsiding the snowstorm, Trevet says, "Omi….Freed says he's sorry for closing the portal and we need you to come to the guildhall, please?"
"He should have closed the portal," Neomi growls. "That's not what I'm mad about. I want my damned pistol back." She turns militaristically on her heel before marching to Trevet's side.
"Oh, well…..we could ask Al and Bis where they get theirs?" The brunet shrugs as the two turn heel and walk back towards Magnolia.
"It's not the same. That flintlock was different, special. I know it because I don't own one and it came when I did," Neomi states, crossing her arms under her breasts as she trudges through the woods.
"Reach in your holster, it might have teleported back to you," Tre says as they swiftly approach the ramshackled guild hall.
Instead of reaching, Neomi shifts to show Trevet her empty thigh sheath. The only thing she had on that leather wrapping was a dagger, a pouch for bullets, and an empty slot for her pistol.
"Guess I was wrong," Trevet shrugs as the two of them enter the guildhall, only for someone by the door to accidentally spill water down the front of his shirt. "Rambunctious as always."
Before a table can hit Neomi upside the head, she teleports it on top of Natsu. The wooden piece smashes into bits as he yells, "Ice Queen, did you throw that?" Instantly, Neomi saw the entire guild burst into battle. Before Makarov could demand his brat's silence, Neomi did him one better. With a wave of her hand, she sucked every brawling mage up inside of a white vortex only for them to fall out of its black twin in the town outside.
"That sure does come in handy," Makarov mentions when absolute silence replaces the cacophony of chaos.
"Indeed. Makarov, we need to talk," Neomi explains simply, pulling up a barstool.
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