Disclaimer: I do not own Fairy Tail. Credit goes to Hiro Mashima. Oh, and the cover art is by Rboz.
Lose It
She was exhausted. Her feet ached, her muscles were screaming, and she'd never sweat so much in her life– or so it felt like.
"We're lost." She stated. At first, she'd given him the benefit of the doubt for the last four hours. However, her faith in the dragonslayer was slowly declining.
"We might be." He deadpanned cryptically.
The ground beneath her faltered and she found herself stumbling forward. It took his hand on the collar of her dress for her to stop, but she still hadn't regained her balance. Incredulousness washed over her face as she stared unseeingly at the dirt track ahead.
"You can't be serious..." From her position in front of him, she couldn't make out his face to tell. But, she could feel his shrug of indifference.
"You're a dragonslayer! You can smell a bolt from over a mile away and even tell the composition... How can we be lost?" In hindsight, shrieking and panicking as she was wasn't a good idea. Yet hunger and sleep deprivation were doing funny things to her brain function.
He scoffed. "Calm down, Shorty, we'll be fine."
"You lost the map," she supplied.
"Don't need no map." Her rage grew at his insistence. It was bad enough she didn't even attempt to correct his poor grammar. A chuckle bounced around her head in its usual weird way and she seethed.
"Tired, Shrimp?"
There was a spell at the tips of her fingers. The magic itched to perform for its master. Stubbornly, she withheld the urge.
At a fork in the road, he made a turn. The seemingly random decision aggravated her even more.
Who the hell did he think he was!
"Gajeel..." The threat in her voice didn't even phase him. "Where's my com lacrima?"
"Those are for pussies. I ain't no pussy."
"I don't think you have much choice in the matter."
"Listen, we'll stop and ask for directions up here."
Where was the logic? Her arms practically crossed themselves and her cheeks puffed out. To add insult to injury, he still hadn't put her down.
"Gajeel..."
"Lev."
They broke past the treeline and capped the hill. Below them was a village nestled in a shallow valley.
"Bet they can give us directions here."
That was when she noticed the sign...
'Elmswood
Population 4,000.'
She didn't even think of firing the spell. Runes glowed across the ground under her suspended feet.
' Whoever crosses this enchantment shall suffer the effects of incredible motion sickness until the time which the caster sees fit.'
The effect was instantaneous. Gajeel massive form lurched forward, his hand losing grip on the small girl who landed delicately a few feet ahead.
"What the fuck!" Green in the face, he staggered forward drunkenly; occasionally burping out vulgarities.
Guilt gnawed at her insides... But it was his fault for making her lose it...
"Bastard."
"Gihih–urp!"
Wool
A/N: Steel did something similar to me... We were making a coffee run and he pretended he didn't know where he was going... Bastard...
Sorry I haven't been updating... Life's been odd. I'm officially 18, though! :D ... T_T I can't adult...
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