Ahh shoot guys- I really want to write more crack!fics with Sting and Rogue but I'm too scared that I might ruin them by the time they debut in the anime. Ahh. darnit.

Beware the possible OOCness that might occur with this chapter. The plot bunnies are running amok amidst this middle-ish chapter.

"Oi! Where's Bunny Girl?"

Emily could only stare in disbelief at the white dragon slayer who spoke out of turn. An image flashing in her head of the Lilian she knew wearing a bunny suit, jumping around on two feet and handing out Easter eggs to little kids.

She probably wasn't going to be able to sleep peacefully ever again.

"Bunny girl?" She repeated in disbelief. The Lilian Evan she knew was anything but- maybe it was just a coincidence..., "enough of this nonsense, where. is. Lilian?"

It wasn't like the moon dragon slayer was impatient or anything- no, she had the patience of a saint after all. But it'll be like some kind of disgusting metaphor if she were to lie and say that the mysterious tip they've got that one day didn't set her (or anyone else) off. Nor did the knowledge shared among the core members of their team didn't cloud their vision and affect their decisions.

They were fools to not have realized that there was something wrong with her; obviously she had been broken when Krued and En had returned with her after she was kidnapped. Why they were clueless enough to drag her off for another job right after that was one thing; when they let her get injured enough to cause some mental wounds was another.

The tip that L'Arc Sibyl received about a few months ago was that a magical signature similar to Lilian's was said to have been found among the members of one of the strongest guilds in Fiore- Sabertooth.

But after coming this far, joining the Magical Games and everything; the younger girl was seriously starting to doubt if the tip was actually true.

"Lilian?" Sting had repeated with a hint of disgust and a snort- if those were the right words, "don't know what you've been on, blind girl. But Bunny Girl's name is Lily."

What irony- he just happened to smell like a garden of lilies.

"Pardon, but I'm not blind and I'm asking for a Lilian. Not a Lily."

"Oh sorry, little girl but I have never met someone by the name of Lilian."

"That's impossible! You smell like Lilian!"

"Yeah, and you smell like freaking bunny girl!"

Emily took a loud exasperated breath as she messaged her head; she didn't think that Sting Eucliffe was going to be this hard to deal with. If anything, from all the rumors she's heard from all the girls in Isvan; she expected Sting to be charming. Really, she had no idea why anyone would fall for him now that she met him in person.

She just really wanted to find her best friend and drag her back home.

Digging deep into her pocket, she took out an old scrunched up piece of paper and shoved it in the white dragon slayer's face, ignoring the mutter of 'not this again' that he let slipped as she began trying to calm herself down,

"Look, if you see anyone who looks like this..." she pointed to the picture, which was actually just a poorly drawn portrait of Lilian that En had drawn ages ago, "tell her to go to the gates of Mercurius Palace sometime during the games."

Just as Emily turned to leave, wanting only to go find the archery mage and report back to him, she felt a tug at her wrist, "who are you?"

The girl could only stare with wide eyes as she felt the shadows warp around the three of them angrily- what was his name again? It didn't matter, she was going to die.

(But he was pretty cute if she did say so herself)

"I'm a... L'Arc Sibyl mage," she said nervously, hoping that it was the right answer. It wasn't, "my name is Emily Dawn."

"I know that much, I meant what business do you have with Lily?"

"Her name's Lilian." She said stubbornly as she gently tore her wrist out of the shadow dragon slayer's grip, "my business is no business of yours."

"What if we said that we'll help you?"

I woke up with a need to hit something, something hard. It didn't matter if I was still feeling a bit hazy, I could practically feel my anger consume me. Freaking Krued! Just wait 'till I get my hands on you, I'll make you wish that you've never crossed me, you little...

Wait, where the heck am I?

Moving around in that stupid body suit thing was hard enough without accidentally flashing random people passing by. I was still feeling a bit sleepy but I think the drop from the carriage Krued probably threw me onto helped that.

Oh man was I pissed.

I was lying in the middle of a busy Crocasian street, Bar Street was what I dubbed it last time I came to this certain part of town. Last I remembered, it was maybe a few miles away from the Arena- Domus Flau. Bar Street also happened to be on the opposite side of town where most of Sabertooth and my hotel was situated at. Perfect. Absolutely perfect.

Auguston Krued will die.

"Lily! Come back here!"

Ah, was that...?

ok, I'm stumped. The first part was supposed to be an entire separate chapter but freaking writer's block is a cockblock. Sorry, this chapter is kind of short.