Vampy: I wanted to wait till some of you said something, but this was rolling around in my head. I had to type it out. This is set where Sting discovers her, cause I just had to. Nothing graphic, not even close. Please enjoy this, I know I am not the best, but I do try my best.
I don't own Fairy Tail. That is Hiro belonging. I just own Kathy, Nina and this plot only.
It had only been the second day of the Grand Magic Games, but Sting was already cursing the ones that made this challenge to the fiery pits of hell, as he staggered to stand up properly on this moving contraption. His stomach was rolling inside of him, making him badly want to fall over and throw up whatever he had that day for breakfast.
He wasn't the only one suffering luckily, both Team Fairy Tail's Dragon Slayers were also by him, looking ready to just call this round quits and throw up on the side. He had thought only he and Rogue were the only ones with this weakness, but no, it would seem that was not the case. So was this just common to all of them? To have such bad motion sickness that the first bout of it already had them staggering? Seemed that way, but he did his best to pull on a brave face, if only so Orga couldn't tease him so much later on.
Still, he wanted to jump off that damn thing, it was horrible, his stomach was starting to really get to him, and just as he was about to just fall over, something hit his nose, a scent like nothing he had ever smelled before, one that not only eased his dizzy mind from the motion sickness beating him mentally, if only little, but it captured his full attention. If not for the fact that he had to focus on the task at hand, he would have gone and hunted it down.
The smell was definitely feminine from what he could tell. It was that of mint and honey, and oh lord was he drooling? He felt like drooling over it. No female had ever smelled so nice before, more so since he had been adamant about not dating over the years. He hadn't really been with a female to be honest, much to Rufus enjoyment with the Light Dragon Slayer would blush at some of his rather...vulgar comments. But he couldn't be bothered, his training was rather important to him but here was a females scent that was making him want to dive in the crowd and tackle her as he struggled to move forward. Was that normal, he wasn't certain it was.
He almost forgot the tournament till he noticed that Natsu and Gajeel were ahead of him and pushed the scent out of his mind. He would talk to Rogue about this later, right now he had to try and get some points for his team.
After struggling and finally getting through this hellish stage, he staggered back to his team, stopping a few times to get his stomach in working order before he groaned, running a gloved hand through his hair as he thought back to earlier, wondering what the deal was with that smell that nearly made him lose his focus. It wasn't normal right? What he had felt, to go and hunt it down and just bury his nose into it, that couldn't be remotely normal.
The sound of one clearing their throat caught his attention, as he looked to see his partner behind him. Rogue face was as stoic as always, as if the Shadow dragon slayer truly felt nothing in regards to emotion due to the look of apathy on his face. Still, he was rather glad to see him, with the questions running through his head. "Sting...you seemed distracted during the race...is everything alright?" Oh look, he noticed, maybe Rogue did care.
"I was...sorry about that...I just...smelled something...something really good." Sting gave a soft blush as he looked away, a bit embarrassed to admit that, more so when Rogue gave a look that demanded an explanation despite it. "It...it was a woman, that is for sure. She smelled sweet and for whatever reason, I wanted to go jump into the crowd and just find her." He scratched the back of his head, looking away shyly. "I felt like a god damn dog, ugh, what the hell man..." He still wanted to just drool over the memory but held back, he had some class, despite popular belief that he was a grade A asshole that held nothing back.
Rogue blinked as he looked to the other, face still blank as a canvas, but the look in his eyes held some form of knowledge in them. "Maybe she's your mate." He then offered bluntly, much to the blonde male surprise.
Sting took a moment to process that bit of information as a memory of his time with Weisslogia came to him, one of the many lessons he had while he was growing and learning his magic, one on mating. He remembered at the time that he said he never have a girlfriend cause girls were gross, much to his father amusement, as he continued the lesson. He had told him that he would find his mate, his woman, after he hit puberty most likely, for that was when his senses would be open to her. The first thing he would take notice would be her scent, it be unique to him, to the point where he would want to go and hunt whoever gave off such a wonderful smell. After he follow the smell, he would take notice of her physically, which was rather normal in boys at that age, before finally taking her in fully. She was appeal to every one of his senses, make the inner dragon in him come alive.
When Sting asked what the heck that meant, Weisslogia laughed and said he would figure it out when he was older. He had been told though very important points though, he be her protector, but he have to be gentle with her, taking into mind her idea's and her customs, but have to make it clear that he was the one for her. After telling the Light Dragon that he was off his rocker, he then demanded another fighting lesson, making the dragon laugh at the silly boy.
Now though, as he looked back on it, he had already fallen for the first step with scent, but come on. Just cause someone smelled nice didn't mean she was his mate, right? "It can't be that simple Rogue..." He denied it, how could he not. It sounded ridiculous. His denial was clear on his face as Rogue sighed, looking to him.
"Then let us test it Sting. Let's go up to the stands and see if you can catch it again. If I see you react to it, then we will know." He looked rather annoyed with his stupid friend, remembering Skiadrum having told him that sometimes it was hard to accept it sometimes. So this would be the best thing to try.
Sting, being his stubborn self, nodded, ready to prove that he had not found his mate, but instead just learned that he liked the smell of Mint and Honey...a lot. He only marched back to where the crowd would be waiting for the one on one battles to begin. Rogue rolled his eyes as he followed, both Dragon slayers having made a bit of a scene with the fans, but they left them alone with a glare from the Shadow dragon slayer. Rogue hated crowds with a passion that exceeded Natsu love for destruction. He then waved his hand as he began to walk through the circle that was the stands. He force him to go through the entire thing if he had to. If only to properly prove his point.
It was about halfway that Sting caught that scent once more, his head snapping to the side as he kept his mouth clammed shut, even though Rogue noticed anyway when he didn't hear Sting walking anymore, turning with a raised brow. The blonde ignored it though as he looked down the row of people, once more smelling Mint and Honey, along with something more surprising in the mix. A dragon. He smelled a dragon, though it was a bit faint mixed in with all the smells in the crowd. He still caught it though. His wide eyes were answer enough, as Rogue crossed his arms over his chest.
"I believe you have figured this out for yourself." Was all he stated, as Sting dumbly nodded his head, not really able to deny it as he turned to face it properly. It was overwhelming how much it was affecting his senses, as if that one female's scent spoke to him. But he stood his ground, not wanting to cause a scene, more so since their master was in this area.
"...Come on...Let's get back before Orga comes to get us..." He mumbled, though not really wanting to leave. This was it, he knew it from the second it hit him the second time. This was her, she was his, and his body was thrumming to go and capture her. Was this only the start? What else would change for Sting? He was almost scared, but he felt his friend hand on his shoulder, as he used his shadow magic to quickly get them back to their place, shocking Orga, Rufus and Yukino by their sudden return.
"W-where were you both? I am just about to go out there?!" Yukino lightly scolded, her body tense and nervous despite the calmness radiating off her face. Sting gave her a blank look and only turned to sit on the couch, ignoring them all. This confused them, Rogue saying it was a Dragon Slayer thing and to not bother the idiot, earning him a growl in return as well as something thrown at his head. Yukino blinked, before nodding, quickly off to take her place in the ring.
Sting attention was no longer on the games, how could it be when this was hitting him so suddenly? Why here? Why now? What the hell was he going to do? "...Rogue...I smelled a dragon out in the stands...on that girl." He then finally spoke, earning a wide eye look directed at him.
"So she is a...?" Sting could only nodded, unable to believe not only was his mate here, but she, like them, was a dragon slayer. Whatever her element was though, he didn't care. He simply could not care at all about anything else.
A smirk soon appeared on his face, a dark one that left anyone that looked at it uncomfortable. He wasn't going to let her slip from his grasp, now that he found her, despite this being an accident. But she would not get away, whether she wanted to or not. He was going to get her, and nothing was going to stop him.
'Let the games begin...'