013. Outcast
Yukino – She watches Fairy Tail's celestial spirit mage interact with her friends, and makes up her mind.
It hasn't completely sunk in yet, what she was forced to do.
Her hand keeps drifting down to press against her hip. Even though her guild mark is—was completely flat, there's already an emptiness settling in, and the beginnings of frigid terror.
Where will she go? What should she do? She is in an unfamiliar city with nothing to her name and nowhere to go, completely alone.
…No, not alone. Not yet. Reflexively, Yukino brings out her keys, turning them over in her palm. "I'm sorry, Pisces, Libra," she whispers, gripping them as the golden keys shine radiantly in her hand. But she suppresses them. She won't let them see her like this, doesn't want to hear the comfort and pity they will inevitably lavish on her, because she knows they care.
They'll be better off with someone who isn't cursed with misfortune.
Tucking the Zodiac keys away gently, Yukino absentmindedly caresses the single dark key left in her hand, feeling the ridges and bumps of the design wrapped around the shaft. How fitting for both of them, to be left like this. The outcast of the Zodiacs with an outcast of Sabertooth.
"It'll just be you and me now, Ophiuchus."