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I really want to change the summary to a more eye catching one but I'm terrible at making up summaries... haha
I think right now; by the way I'm pacing this story, I'm at chapter 268ish in the manga. I'm following the canon so yeah... Anyways, the translation of these chapters is kind of messed. So who wants to tell me if Rogue is the one who used to admire Natsu or if it was Sting. Cause I honestly don't know and the translations aren't helping
He was staring (longingly) at Lucy Heartfilia.
Staring with eyes that just said it all.
He was staring.
Giving her a look that I could only dream that he'll give me.
And you know how you can just tell that someone liked someone else with just one look?
Well that was what I was getting from Sting.
Even though I was miles away from him, suspended fifty feet in the air by the magic bleachers (no, not really) while he was on solid ground. And normally, people would have trouble seeing from this angle... (But I wasn't considered normal, was I?)
But I knew what I was seeing was true- ever since that day in the library, I'll catch him staring at the picture and reading through the journal more and more often. It was disheartening.
Frosch said it was creepy.
Then he smoothly turned his gaze towards the Fire Dragon Slayer and started wagging his finger, "looking forward to facing you, Natsu."
The way he did it made me doubt he was even staring in the first place; he was all too natural- too suave. It was hurting my chest.
I tried hoping that he was actually staring at Natsu instead.
With eyes that actually meant that he missed... uh...
that he was reminiscing whatever memories he still has in that tin head of his.
But even that was hard. Why? Because I started remembering the week where Lector got him so drunk that he decided the whole guild had to suffer through his stupor and poor Rogue never saw him the same way again.
Because drunk Sting was a scary Sting. In all the wrong ways.
"Lily, your face is getting red." Mauve commented with her dull voice as everyone started picking out who would participate in the Hidden game. The crowd was going wild with each announcement and I had to hide my face to keep from bursting.
It was getting too loud...
It was starting to hurt...
"Now who will L'Arc Sibyl choose to go this year?" I looked up. I had to look up.
My eyes darted to where Sting stood for a moment, drifting on his small form in the arena before they darted to the small huddle my old guild mates formed in the corner across from Sabertooth. I almost cried as I recognized each face that was there.
Master Apollon, of course, had to pick them. The oddball team that somehow ended up sticking together after teaming up however long ago.
Who else? I thought bitterly, recalling the old Sorcerer article I read of them, they improved so much after I left.
"They've chosen!" I whipped my head back to my current guild mates in the arena, where Sting was still staring and Rogue was being as awkward as ever. That nut Rufus was waving his feather hat around and was doing some kind of a mock bow to the audience. I never get why they like it so much because to me, I thought Rufus was the weirdest one of us all.
And no, it was not because he once tried to convince me to be his um... model via ways of haikus and sappy poetry that seem to go on for months. Not that at all.
I mean... even his title was weird...
'Singing Bard of the Red Moon'
I've heard him sing before and let me tell you... the only red moon you'll get is one where the moon is blood stained and mages walk around ear-less. That or I had somehow mixed Orga's singing voice with Rufus'...
My eyes darted back to Sting, where (thankfully) he stopped starring and was muttering something to Rogue. My ears wiggled franticly with excitement and glee, finally!
He made me feel like I was five sometimes.
"Stiiinng!" I called out eagerly; Miki had to practically hold me back again before I decided to jump off the railing and into the arena.
He turned to look at me, making me glad that he had superb hearing and made a sign, come here.He was saying with a smirk, Rogue made that curt nod of his too, and I dropped my hands from the railing and stepped back.
Did I do something wrong? My heart was racing so fast now, my ears drooping down as I quickly collected all my stuff and swung my bag over my shoulder.
"What's wrong, aren't you going to watch your boyfriend?" asked Mauve as she looked up to stare at me blankly.
"Rufus is not my boyfriend," I grunted in disgust and Mauve just laughed. Miki however, looked at me with concern and I decided to continue, "The... The..." what was I supposed to call them? The boys? The slayers? The not-so-brothers-but-dragon-buddies-so-practically-brothers-and-i-just-so-happened-to-have a-crush-on-one bunch? "Rogue and Sting called me down, so I'm going to see what's up."
My face was still heated when they both nodded and I darted away before they were able to announce who would be participating in Hidden from L'Arc Sibyl.
Because frankly, amongst other things, I was too scared that Ken would hack into the monitors and try to search for me in the crowd.
Because they were all there... V Blaze, Ken Linken, Emily Dawn, En Zato and Auguston Krued.
All of them.
My old guild mates.
My old friends.
My heart felt like it was ripping apart the faster I ran down the stands.
They were here.
Here for me.
And you know what's worse?
Sting had finally found who he was looking for all those years.
Yes, Natsu- no wait... save me from more heartbreak.
Everyone was going to get what they wanted or came for and me?
I didn't know what was going to become of me after the Great Magic Games.
It's done!
I'd just like to say that in my AU each event has a span of one day. So the labyrinth took one day, the game taking place right now would take one day, etc.
Hoped you guys like it, I know it's pretty confusing and conflicted but I'm pretty sure if you were an eighteen-ish year old lovesick girl with family problems, you'd be conflicted too. Anyways review please?
I love you all.