B Chapter 8
Grand Magic Games
About a week before they were set to leave for the Games, the Thunder Legion had the opportunity to go home, rest, and further prepare for the games.
Once he was finally alone with her after three agonizing months of censoring himself, he couldn't wait to play his own games with her. When they were at the temple, since Laxus could hear their conversations even when they were miles away, or at least there was a chance he'd hear them, he couldn't risk talking to Kibo in the ways he wanted to. Their conversations were annoyingly PG and limited.
He wanted to tease her. Love her. Taunt her. Cuddle her. Make her scream his name as he-
"What are you making?" Kibo asked curiously, wandering into the kitchen area after changing into sweatpants and a loose shirt. Her hair was still wet from her shower, and she was in the process of combing her shoulder length brown locks.
"Chili, pasta noodles, and garlic bread." He replied, just now setting the lid back on the pot to cook. His eyes wandered up and down her body, silently wishing she were wearing less clothing.
"See something you like?" She asked, noticing his stare. Her face turned red when he closed the gap between them, an animalistic glint in his eyes as he backed her into the wall. Her comb dropped to the ground.
"Now how are you going to win the games being so clumsy?" Bickslow asked, his dark eyes piercing hers with an intensity that left her speechless. "What if one of the challenges is a race, and you drop the baton?"
"I'm not going to."
"Good." He said, reaching his hand up and pressing against her shoulder, effectively pinning her to the wall. His other hand rested on her hip, also pushing it against the blue paint. "Hypothetically, if you did…" He trailed off, and tilted his head to get access to her neck, where he abruptly bit down and caused a surprised gasp to leave her beautiful lips.
"It's not much of a threat it you do it anyway."
"Hmmm… so you're suggesting that I get more creative?" He mused, licking at the new bruise he'd created.
"You're the one that loves games."
"Don't you like being my little mouse? I always make sure to give you prizes at the end."
He pulled her into a kiss for emphasis, immediately gaining access to her mouth and exploring it with his tongue. The sound of her moan sparked something inside of him, and caused him to deepen the kiss. Her hands entangled themselves in his hair, nails lightly trailing his scalp and sending tingles down his spine.
Heat was accumulating not only from their bodies but from the cooking food as well, making the room like a sauna.
Bickslow pulled back to take his shirt off, feeling a little too heated, and took the time to look at his lover's flushed face. Her face was becoming increasingly red, and he smirked, knowing that she was mentally debating whether to look at his naked chest or not. His hand jutted forward and tugged at the hem of her shirt, hoping she'd get the hint.
Awkwardly, she removed her hands from his neck and began removing her shirt. When the woman had the shirt over her head and was about to toss it to the side, Bickslow grabbed the fabric and used it as makeshift handcuffs. Keeping her hands restrained above her head, he let his hungry eyes wander along her well toned abdomen. His free hand moved on its own, trailing along her chiseled stomach and pushing her hip when she squirmed.
His eyes finally landed on her chest, where he was partially surprised to find a black sports bra. A small amount of cleavage was showing, but after seeing her train in that sports bra so many times, it was hardly anything he hadn't seen.
Noticing that her nipples were poking through the fabric, he leaned down and nipped one of them, causing her body to jerk at the sudden sensation. His hand kept her waist firm against the wall, threatening to bruise at the force he applied.
"Someone's excited." He commented, looking up to watch the embarrassed look in her eye. Nipping at the small cone again, she jerked once more.
She sighed in frustration.
He gave the sensitive little nub a kiss before slowly moving up her breast, trailing kisses along the way. When he reached her ear, he gave her lobe a small lick. "What do you want me to do?"
"Let me touch you, for one." She said, and when he turned to look at her, saw lust in her eyes.
"All in good time. Right now I want to do things to you."
"Fine, I want to be touched."
"Where?"
"Everywhere." She answered, and he started moving his hand across her damp skin, eliciting a satisfied moan. "Please,"
"Please what? Use your words, little Kibo." He whispered, and began placing kisses along the side of her face, along her jaw line, and along her neck. His tongue trailed slow, delicate circles along her skin as well, some spots getting more of a reaction than others.
Her arms strained against his hand, but he held her firm, keeping her in place.
"Now now, use your words."
"Release my hands."
"Nope." He replied, and slipped his hand to her lower back, allowing her to press against him for the first time. When she tried to lock their lips together, he diverted his lips to her neck, and she did the same to him. A loud groan vibrated against her lips as she bit down and sucked on his skin, letting her tongue and lips ravage the sensitive flesh. "And I thought I was good with my tongue."
Another groan escaped him as she sucked on his lobe, gently rolling the object between her teeth and tongue.
He gently pushed her back, returning the palm of his hand to her hip, pushing her back into the wall. She tried to bite down on his ear to make him stay in place, but failed to get a good grip.
She pouted, looking into his delighted eyes.
The timer went off, causing his gaze to return to the food he was cooking, realizing that the chili was about to boil over.
1.
Kibo had hoped that a long walk with nothing but the cool night air would sooth her nerves and sexual frustration. She liked Bickslow, but goddamnit, his games were going to make her snap soon. Everytime things got heated between them, he'd stop and get distracted by something, or claim that it's 'not the right time'. He claimed that he wanted her first time to be special, but she wasn't sure if he was being chivalrous or using it as an excuse to further toy with her.
But she had other things to focus on.
Tactics. Technique.
The first day of the Grand Magic Games was tomorrow, and she couldn't stay focused. Bickslow haunted her thoughts despite her attempts to keep him out, and if she didn't play her cards right, could end in either losing or giving away her past to the world.
She'd given her word to Makarov that she would win. If that required using her old, extremely dangerous magic, then she would use it. Hoping that it would never come to that, she'd already planned a few of her less obvious dragon spells to use should the occasion arise.
Fairy Tail will win this year.
She would make sure of that.
Mirajane had helped her pick out a new fighting wardrobe for the games, so that when they won, they'd win in style.
"Kibo?" The familiar voice caused her to stop, turning towards the sound with an automatic grin on her face.
"Wendy, Carla." She greeted, watching them approach her. "What are you guys doing out so late?" The brunette questioned, noticing herself that it was getting dark. As she briefly gazed at her surroundings, she found herself in a beautiful park next to the castle. "Crap, what time is it?" She asked, suddenly remembering the midnight rule.
"It's only 10. We were going to head back after looking at the garden." Carla told her, watching the brunette give a sigh of relief. "What are you doing out so late?" The Exceed countered.
"Just trying to clear my head. I heard that you're competing in the games tomorrow, are you excited?" She asked the blue-haired girl, surprised by the determined look on her face.
"Of course! I'm going to do my best!" She replied.
"Good. I look forward to seeing you kick some butt." Kibo said with a grin, but then her eyes widened when the ground started moving behind them. "Get back." She told them, recognizing the form emerging and trying to grab them. Their bodies collapsed to the ground before she could get them.
"Time to collect," The skeleton cackled.
"What the hell did you do to them?" Kibo sneered, kneeling down to check their pulses.
"I merely drained their magic. They'll be fine."
"The deal was that you wouldn't hurt anyone in my guild." She said, but then jumped back as a blade was thrust towards her. "Get the hell away from them!" Kibo yelled, watching the skeleton gently press a blade against the side of Wendy's neck, not enough to cut her skin but enough to make his point. The brunette glared, sending her blood magic into the ground.
"Let us try a spell on you, and if you cooperate, we'll let the girl go."
"The deal was that you'd wait a few months."
"And why the hell should we let you manage the terms of the agreement?" He asked, and cried out in surprise as blood shot up and sent his bones flying backwards. Kibo ran forward and cast an incantation around the unconscious women, barely finishing it in time before the group of metal creatures descended on her.
2.
"What the hell is taking her so long?" Laxus complained, looking at the clock hanging on the wall. "She's cutting it pretty damn close."
"It sounds like Wendy and Carla are missing, too. I can hear Natsu's team worrying about her." Gajeel spoke from the window, gazing out into the city.
"I'll go out and look for her. She probably got lost or something." Bickslow spoke, and stood up from the seat he had been occupying. Fried rose as well.
"I'll join you. Hopefully we can find Wendy as well." The green-haired mage spoke.
"I hope they're alright." Mirajane spoke.
"We should have a backup plan in case she doesn't show up, and a group activity happens at midnight. Mystogan," Laxus spoke, turning to the impersonator. "Will you be okay taking her place?"
"Hopefully it doesn't come to that, but yes." He replied.
"If she shows up before we get back, call us." Bickslow told them, holding up his card. Evergreen nodded, having her own tucked away in her purse.
3.
Bickslow and Fried ran through the streets, checking their cards every few seconds. It had just passed midnight and the sky was filled with bridges and a huge staircase, ball, of sorts, with teams from all over the city running into the preliminary round.
"Where the hell is she!?" The seith mage muttered, and then saw another Fairy Tail member running in a similar frantic fashion down the street. "Oi! Kana!" Waving her down, the two wizards ran towards her.
"Have you guys seen Wendy or Carla!?"
"No, have you seen Kibo?"
"Kibo's missing too!?" She asked, and they nodded. "What the hell is going on? Is someone sabotaging our guild?!"
"I don't know, but Mystogan had to take her place for this round. Hopefully Natsu's team found a replacement."
"Elfman took her place." She told them, and then looked up, hearing a small familiar voice flying from above. Happy was flying towards them, yelling Fried's name several times.
"Fried, we need your help! There's an enchantment around Wendy and Carla, and they look hurt!"
"An enchantment?" He asked, surprised by the news.
"Was Kibo with them?" Bickslow asked him, and the cat gave him a confused look.
"I didn't see her. Kibo is missing!?"
"Let's go help Wendy, and hopefully more clues will be there. Let's not worry until we have reason to." Fried told his friend, trying to give him a reassuring look. The male nodded, and as Happy took to the sky again, the small group followed him.
"We're off to a great start with these games." Kana spoke as they ran, and the seith mage couldn't help but chuckle.
"Good thing we know how to play dirty, too." He spoke, already thinking about payback plans should his worse fears be true.
When they finally reached the palace gardens, they found Lisanna standing near an unconscious Wendy and Carla. She was standing a few feet away, unable to pass through the invisible wall surrounding the pair.
Fried reached his hand out to touch the enchantment, activating it and allowing him to see the inscription more closely. "Kibo cast this. I taught it to her when we were training." He spoke, and easily undid the spell, allowing Lisanna and Happy access to the two women.
"Whatever happened, looks like there was a struggle." Kana commented, looking around at the surrounding bushes and pathway that was damaged.
"Kibo!" Bickslow yelled, and briefly waited for a response before summoning his babies. He jumped onto them, allowing him air access to search the garden. "Kibo, Kibo!" His babies echoed.
4.
Laxus ground his teeth, watching as Natsu and Lucy left the battle field. It was a dirty fight, and for whatever reason, Raven Tail was targeting all of them. To make things worse, they were targeting their weakest members. He couldn't help feel partially responsible for Kibo's disappearance, since he'd suggested her as a candidate for this team.
Bickslow, Fried, and several other wizards from the guild were still searching for the little martial artist, with no luck. They'd been searching all night. Earlier that evening a member of Raven Tail inferred that she was dead, and given the amount of blood at the palace gardens, he feared that it might be true.
Mystogan made a good replacement in terms of strength, but he was also risky. If anyone found out his true identity, it could mean big trouble for the guild.
There was also the risk that Kibo would be chosen to fight today, and if she didn't show up, Mystogan wouldn't be able to take her place. It would be an automatic forfeit.
The blond heard something break near him, and turned to see that Gajeel had broken a glass of water he'd been holding. "Raven Tail is going to pay for this."
"They're going down." Laxus agreed, looking over at the guild in question and narrowing his eyes at them.
"It seems like they're targeting our guild." Mirajane commented. "I hope Kibo is okay."
"Sorry for making you worry." The sound of her voice caused everyone to turn, surprised and relieved by her presence. As usual, her wide grin was encompassing her face, as if nothing had happened. "I got here as fast as I could."
"Kibo!" Mirjane exclaimed, and ran over to pull her into a hug, unintentionally causing the woman to cry out in pain. The white-haired mage pulled back, now noticing deep gouges on the woman's face, and they looked to be extending below the black cloak she wore. Without asking, she pulled open the woman's cloak, revealing an extremely injured arm. "What happened?!"
"Hey, don't panic too much. It looks bad but I've already healed the worst injuries." She told her, but as the woman's gaze wandered across the mauled flesh, her words did nothing to comfort her.
"Raven Tail did that?" Mystogan asked.
"More or less. I'll explain the details later. Are Wendy and Carla okay?"
"They're okay, but they're shaken up. Fried had to undo the enchantment you cast to get to them." Laxus told her, and she sighed in relief. "Bickslow and the others have been looking for you all night." He said, and pulled out his card to press the button on it, signaling to the others that Kibo was there.
"I'll take you to Porleuscia. You shouldn't be moving with all these injuries." Mirajane told her, and started to gently push her towards the door, but she stayed put.
"Nah, I'm fine to fight. I've had worse injuries, and besides, the bleeding has stopped for most of them." She said, trying to muster the most convincing grin possible. "I am starving, though. Anyone got a sandwich or something?"
"Iron?" The dragonslayer suggested, lifting up a small baggie of iron nails.
"That'll work. I can reimburse you later."
"Don't worry about it." He said, and tossed the bag to her, oblivious to the confused stares of his comrades. Eating iron nails and bolts was so normal to him it didn't even register how odd it was.
"I'm using blood magic to heal myself, and since there's so much iron in blood…" Kibo explained as she started munching on the nails, and then took a seat on the small couch. "So, can you guys explain what's been going on?"
"Every day there's a surprise group challenge, where we send in one team member to participate in. The max number of points possible is 10. For the second half of the day, there are one-on-one battles. Each mage is chosen by a committee, and the battles aren't announced until right before. Whoever wins gets 10 points." Laxus explained, trying to not be unnerved by the scratches along her face and neck. He knew she had a high tolerance for pain, and Bickslow had boasted on more than one occasion that her healing magic 'was the shit'. Hell, she'd brought Evergreen back to life.
"If it's a draw, both teams get 5 points." Gajeel added.
"Kibo, even if you're chosen, you don't have to fight today." Mirajane told her, causing her to look over at her in surprise. The white-haired mage had taken a seat beside her, and unlike her male colleagues, she was much more worried about the injuries. Kibo tried to subtly make her cloak fall back over her shoulders, hiding some of the blood. "Everyone will understand."
"I told you, I'm fine. I've already healed the worse injuries. I'm not going to let you guys down again."
"I just got our line up for the next match!" The announcer spoke, causing the group to become silent. "Jura Neekis vs. Kibo Hissori!"
"They're having you fight one of the ten wizard saints?" Laxus asked in surprise, and could hear the yells of outrage from his guild across the stadium. "What the hell are they thinking?"
As Kibo stood, Mirajane reached up to grab her arm. Her crystal blue eyes were watery, and tears were threatening to fall. "You don't have to do this."
"I'm not going to lose." The brunette said with a wink, and walked away.
"So how strong is Jura?" Gajeel asked the blond after she left.
"Kibo doesn't stand a chance." He replied easily, turning to look at Raven Tail again, wondering if they had something to do with it.
A few minutes later, Bickslow and Fried barged into the room, frantically craning their necks to find Kibo. Fried had bags under his eyes and hair was frayed, and while Bickslow's sleep deprivation wasn't quite as visible, he was audibly frantic. "Where is she?"
"Fighting." Laxus told him, indicating with his head to the battlefield. The two wizards ran to the railing, looking at the two wizards in the middle of the field with wide eyes. "Whatever idiot setting up the fights paired her with Jura, one of the ten wizard saints."
"What?!" Bickslow asked, his reaction similar to the rest of the guild's. "She's going to get pummeled! And where the hell has she been all night?!"
"Quit your bellyaching and watch the match." Gajeel spoke, ignoring the growl and glare from the older wizard, his eyes on the match.
Kibo yawned tiredly into her hand, and tilted her head to both sides, emitting loud cracks from her neck. She tried to ignore the mixed yells and cheers from her guild, along with the comments Laxus was making about her predicted downfall in this match.
"I don't remember seeing you earlier today." Jura commented several yards away, waiting for the pumpkin creature to announce the beginning of the match.
"I got held up." She said with a grin, resisting the urge to scratch the back of her neck. She was hoping to keep visibility of her arms to a minimal, at least for now.
"Will you be able to fight with those injuries?"
"I've had worse."
"You fought Bacchus a few years back, didn't you?"
"Yeah, he kicked my ass. I was hoping for a rematch, but it seems I won't be getting one this year."
"I'm surprised that they paired me to fight you. No offense, but if they were going to pair me with anyone from Fairy Tail, I would have thought I'd fight Laxus or Mystogan."
"To be honest, I have no idea why they picked this battle either. Not that it matters, because I'm going to win." Kibo said with a cocky smirk, and with that last comment, they heard the pumpkin man begin to announce the start of their battle.
"Jura Neekis vs. Kibo Hissori, begin!" The pumpkin man said, and without waiting, Kibo cast her first spell.
"Summoning spell: Lightning." She said quietly, and as the clouds above them darkened, her opponent watched in curiosity. Lightning struck down on her, and after several seconds of contact, dissipated. The sky returned to normal, and Kibo smirked.
She ran at Jura, dodging the pillars of earth that he sent towards her and moving at lightning speeds. He managed to land one of his hits, the pillar sending her flying into the air and landing on the flat surface of another rock. The robed man cast a spell, causing a giant fist to rise from the ground and hurtle towards her.
Instead of dodging, she met the fist hit on, punching it while simultaneously casting a spell. The rock molded around her, turning into a giant snake and turning back towards Jura. Kibo appeared on the snake's head, and as the snake opened its mouth, a giant flame erupted from its mouth.
As Jura made a vertical wall to block the attack, the brunette launched herself into the air, flipping mid air so that she was upside down. She didn't verbally say the spell, but she cast 'blood dragon roar', which to the outside observer looked like a massive tunnel of electrical and fire energy erupting from her mouth.
She fell, preparing her fist to hit him. As the tunnel of magical energy dispersed, none of it actually hitting him but instead keeping him in place, she punched him directly in the forehead.
He stared, eyes wide, and the woman could have sworn that she saw recognition in his eyes.
As he collapsed to the ground she fell to her feet gracefully, and then quickly jumped away, preparing for the fight to continue.
To her astonishment, and confusion, he didn't get up.
He lay there for several seconds, the entire stadium silent and waiting for him to move, only for the pumpkin man to walk up to them.
"…. The surprising winner is Kibo!"
Fairy Tail cheered loudly, despite their utter confusion at the advanced magic their friend had displayed, happy to have gotten the 10 points. Some of them were just happy to see that she was safe and sound, since she'd been missing for the entire night and morning.
Kibo made her way over to the exit, sighing tiredly.
5.
Aside from the occasional 'congrats' for Kibo's victory in her match, Fairy Tail was pretty glum. They were in a local bar, either drinking and complaining about Raven Tail, or fighting everyone, like Natsu was.
"Now that you've eaten pretty much the entire kitchen…" Bickslow commented to the young woman, referring to the very tall stack of plates before them. He was also surprised that she was resting against his shoulder so openly, eyes closed in either sleep or happiness at being full. "Can you tell us what happened?"
"Yeah! We were worried sick about you!" Evergreen told her, and the sound of her high-pitched voice caused her to flinch.
"I'm sorry that I made you guys worried. Skeleton guys joined Ravel Tail. Raven Tail convinced them to not only break the deal I had with them, but to also attack any other Fairy Tail member they happened across. They attacked me with magic stealing weapons and tried their damndest to kill me with them. I was clinically dead for most of the night." She said, not bothering to open her eyes to look at their expressions. "As soon as I had healed my internal injuries, I ran to our room to change, and then straight to the games."
"Gah! Raven Tail really piss me off!" Natsu yelled nearby, punching his unfortunate sparring partner rather hard.
"Skeleton guys? The same ones that attacked us months ago?" Gray asked.
"Yep."
"That was also some advanced magic back there." Laxus brought up, referring to her battle with Jura. "Would have been nice to train with." He added with a glare.
"Are you referring to the lightning magic?"
"Lightning, fire, earth," He listed, trying to remember which elements she used. "I'm guessing you used iron at some point since you were eating it beforehand."
"I've used them in training. I just use them in less obvious ways." She said, her eyes still closed and leaning against the seith mage. The scratches on her face were beginning to disappear before their eyes. "I only use them in more… obvious ways when I have to. It can be extremely lethal if I misjudge the strength of my opponent."
"She beat one of the Ten Wizard Saints today. Isn't that what counts?" Bickslow said, hoping to diffuse some of his leader's anger. He could understand his frustration, given that Kibo had straight up lied about her fighting abilities after training with them for months, but she did have good reason for it. And in the end, the little dragonslayer did what she said she would- win.
Laxus's sharp blue eyes locked with his visor for a moment, annoyed with the interruption, but nonetheless sighed. "Yeah. Good job today, Kibo."
The group waited for her to respond for a few seconds, but after half a minute rolled by, they figured that she fell asleep. "Kibo?" Bickslow asked, trying to peer over his shoulder at her. As he shifted she started to slide into him, so he to reach up and gently push her back.
"What a troublesome girl." Evergreen commented.
"I'm just glad she's alright. It got tiresome hearing Bickslow scream her name over and over again last night." Fried commented, causing his teammates to erupt in laughter while the seith mage turned beat red.
"Phrasing, dude!"
Fried merely chuckled, hiding his smirk as he took a sip of his drink.
6.
After awkwardly volunteering to take Kibo back to her room, and successfully getting there, he found himself in a rather awkward situation.
The room was dark, except for the dim light shining through the window. It was nearing sunset, so shades of yellows and oranges filled the room. There were five beds in the room, one for each team member, and their belongings were strewn about in various states of cleanliness or disarray.
Bickslow had gently lay her down on her respective bed, and after kissing her forehead sweetly and wished her sweet dreams, he turned to leave. Something snagged on his shirt, and when he looked down, realized that Kibo grabbed the fabric.
She appeared to be sleeping still, but as he tried to gently unfurl her fist, found that it was particularly strong. Under normal circumstances he would be flattered by the fierce grip keeping him close to her and would even crawl into bed with her, but given the fact that the room was shared with 4 other wizards. All of whom would tease them mercilessly for weeks….
"Kibo," He whispered, trying to wake her up. Nudging her, he said her name again, hoping to briefly stir her from slumberland.
Instead, since he was slightly leaning over her, it made it easier to reach up and grab the nape of his neck, causing him to brace his fall by extending his hands to the other side of her.
"Oi, wake up." He said a bit louder.
The grip on his neck was tight, and he briefly wondered where she got so much strength. It took all of his to stay upright.
When he felt her hand release his shirt but try and wrap around his waist, he quickly grabbed the free hand and pinned it to the bed next to her. "Come on. If you weren't sharing this room I would join you. This is just mean."
"Bixy…" She pleaded, lips parted, and for a moment he considered letting her win, but then Mirajane's voice talking about future weddings and babies entered his mind. Not to mention that if she caught whiff of them, she'd tell the entire guild.
"Kibo, wake up." He said, finding that his muscles were beginning to get tired from the strain. Seriously, how did she gain so much muscle in a day? "Come on, any of your teammates could come back at any time."
She sighed, her expression overly peaceful and cute, and he wondered if she was asleep at all.
"This is a bad joke."
He tried to pull against the hand on his neck, but the death grip was firm. Tentatively, he lowered himself a little closer to her in hopes of relinquishing the grip, only for her fingers to inch towards a better grip.
"This is ridiculous."
No reaction.
"Kibo…" He muttered, glaring at her adorable sleeping face. "Fine. You win."
He lowered himself to the other side of her, reaching his knee over so that his weight was on the bed, and then laid down next to her. Hesitantly, he let go of her wrist, hoping that it wouldn't bite him in the ass.
Or maybe he did. He was pretty conflicted at the moment.
"I'm only staying for ten minutes, and then I'm out of here." Bickslow stated assuredly, and put his arm under her neck while the other went around her waist. The deathgrip relinquished and was replaced by her other arm snaking around his waist, allowing her to cuddle closer to him.
She did feel nice against him.
He pulled her cloak over them as a sort of light blanket.
After his entire night of searching for her, he was pretty tired, and his muscles were sore. Not to mention the magic drain from overusing his babies as a flying skateboard, and then sending them souring through the city.
"Just ten minutes." He repeated, letting his eyes drift to a close. Just for a moment.
7.
Mirajane could barely contain the bubbly squeal that threatened to pierce the quiet air.
They were just too cute.
"Bickslow did stay up all night yesterday…" Laxus spoke, internally smirking at the couple. As he looked over at the white-haired mage, he could practically see the infamous match-maker making wedding plans in her mind.
"I wish Gray would hold me like that." Juvia sulked as she side stepped the two wizards and plopped down on her bed, too depressed to change out of her clothes.
"Such… cute… babies…." Mirajane said with a giggly grin, squirming in her spot as she day dreamed.
1.
Kibo woke up to an odd sensation. No, it wasn't Bickslow- she was used to waking up next to him by now.
There was a strange magical energy coming from outside, and when she focused on it, realized it was Lucy. But she sounded different. When the brunette tried to use her extra sense to hone in on her, she found that she was extremely upset, and her magic was off. Not to mention her keys were absent.
Lucy was walking down the street outside, and given the strange circumstances, Kibo carefully removed herself from the seith mage's arms. He mumbled something under his breath as she left, but she could catch what it was.
Slipping her sandals on, she quietly left the room, trying not to wake her teammates.
Once she made it outside, she jogged towards the strange Lucy, since she had gotten several blocks away by the time Kibo had left the building. Further unusual to the blonde's M.O., she was dressed in a cloak.
She turned down another street, and entered into a park. Kibo was about to call out to her, but for whatever reason, her magic suddenly disappeared.
The brunette ran towards where she last saw the blond, but as she looked around the area, found that she was nowhere to be seen. For whatever reason the magical energy in the area was fluctuating strangely, and made it difficult for her to track Lucy's magic signature.
"Miss Hissori," A voice spoke, the voice startling her despite having sensed his arrival. She turned to look at the taller man, and discovering that it was Jura gave an awkward smile. "I was hoping to speak with you."
"Have you seen a woman in a cloak pass by here?"
"Sorry, you're the only person I've seen recently. It's an odd hour for anyone to be walking about." He said, and at the mention of the time, Kibo looked up at the sky, noticing that she could still see the stars. "I was curious as to why you're hiding your identity."
At the question, Kibo returned her gaze to the taller man, blinking at him in confusion. "Hiding?"
"I suspected it was you when I heard your name and face a few years ago, but I wasn't certain until we fought today. You look the same as the first time we met, so I suspected that you were a descendent of yourself."
"Sorry, not sure what you're talking about." The brunette stated, crossing her arms under the black cloak.
"Do you not remember me?"
"Sorry, I'm terrible with faces. Don't take it personally." She said, the awkward smile staying plastered to her face.
"I suppose I have changed quite a bit over the years, so it's understandable that you would forget. You saved my life, along with the lives of my town and future villages the dragon would have slaughtered."
Kibo's eyes widened in realization, and then she turned, cursing under her breath. She'd tried so hard to forget everything associated with her training, and since so many people died during it, she forgot about the few survivors that did escape the dragon's wrath.
"I never got the chance to thank you."
"The guy I killed was your master, wasn't it?" She asked, keeping her gaze averted to a tree nearby, noticing that there was a birds nest in it.
"Given the circumstances, you had no choice. I hold no ill will towards you for his death. I could see it in your eyes that you didn't want to harm him, and the fact that you saved my life proves that." He told her, not hiding his confusion at her sour expression. "If a wizard attacked me using a puppet, I wouldn't blame the puppet, I'd blame the puppet master."
"It's no excuse. I don't deserve praise, I deserve damnation."
Jura paused, looking at the young woman, trying to pick his words carefully. "Stockholm Syndrome has always been fascinating to me. The victim needs to blame themselves rather than the abuser, or equates themselves with the darkness of the abuser."
"I've lost count of the people that have died by my hand."
"If the dragon hadn't been controlling you, would you have done so?"
Her jaw clenched. "No."
"Since you killed him, have you killed anyone since?"
"I've killed one person since then."
"What were the circumstances?"
"He was going to slaughter my guild."
"You don't sound like a monster to me." He commented, watching her gaze briefly meet his, conflicting emotions swirling in her darkened eyes.
"So is that why you gave up the match yesterday? Because you felt like you owed me?"
"Yes and no. When you stated you were going to win, and I realized who you were, I knew that I didn't stand a chance. I've been waiting almost 10 years to thank you, so it felt wrong to fight, especially since we knew who the victor would be."
She sighed, obviously uncomfortable with the conversation.
"Did you know that you're one of the Ten Wizard Saints?" He asked, and at the statement, she returned his gaze to him. He was smiling. "Given the fact that you killed one of the strongest dragons in history, and later evidence shows that you defeated some of the strongest wizards alive, you're listed as number 3 on the list."
She stared at him, unsure how to take the information. Having never received praise for her past, nor ever expecting to, it was a lot to take in. "Why are you so certain that the dragon was controlling me? For all you know, I'm a deranged psychopath that decided to take the dragon on."
"Because I was there when you fought him. I saw the pain and torture first hand." He told her. "If you don't believe me, you can ask your Guild Master. He'll confirm that a dragonslayer by the name of Kibo is a Wizard Saint. I'm surprised that he didn't tell you sooner."
"He probably thinks that I'm a relative, not the real deal, like you did." She spoke, looking back at the empty bird's next.
"… I'm not going to out you to your guild. Everyone is entitled to their own secrets. The title of Wizard Saint is yours to take or not." He said, and then bowed to her, causing her cheeks to turn pink. "Until next we meet, Great Dragonslayer. Good luck in the games." He spoke, and then walked away, leaving her speechless.
2.
Mirajane wouldn't stop staring at Kibo that morning. If the brunette wasn't so wrapped up in her thoughts regarding the conversation with Jura, she would have been bothered by it.
They were all hanging out in the observation room, waiting for the games to begin. Mirajane had been nice enough to buy tons of breakfast and lunch foods for them to eat, which made their waiting much more enjoyable.
Kibo ended up sitting sideways on the couch, side resting against the back and legs bent in front of her. She'd been nibbling on the same donut for a half hour before Mirajane finally sat in front of her, getting her attention.
"When's the wedding?"
"Huh?" The brunette asked, confused.
"You and Bickslow. We saw you guys cuddling last night." She explained, smiling wide at the woman.
"Huh."
"So how long have you guys been dating?"
"We haven't. We're not dating."
"Why not? You two make such a cute couple."
"You say that about everyone." Kibo countered, trying to keep the blush from encompassing her face. "You said the same about Laxus and I last week."
"That was before I saw you and Bickslow cuddliiiing~"
"I wish Gray would hold me the way Bickslow held you." Juvia spoke, causing the blush to finally spread along the brunette's cheeks.
"Look, he probably just fell asleep after dropping me off. I didn't even know he'd stayed the night until I woke up this morning."
"Then why are your cheeks so red?" Mira asked, reaching over and poking one of her red cheeks.
"What do you see in the guy, anyway? He's so creepy." Gajeel asked from nearby, deciding to join the conversation amid munching away at his iron. "You could probably date anyone in the guild with your looks."
"Have you ever seen him without his visor?"
"Yeah. Blue hair, tattoo, and eyes that will possess your soul. As I said, creepy."
"It's pretty rare that he actually uses his eye powers." Laxus spoke, in defense of his friend. "The only times he uses it is in battle or training."
"Still. Creepy."
As Laxus and Gajeel began debating once again, Kibo's thoughts wandered back to her past, reevaluating her life.
The question kept entering her mind… Is she a monster, or simply a puppet? She didn't like either of those as descriptions for her, but they were the best ones she could come up with. Survivors of her village claimed that she deserved to die for her 'crimes', but someone else claims that she should be rewarded with the title of a Wizard Saint.
"… I'm sure that there's a sweet and sensitive side to Bickslow. Right, Kibo?" Mirajane spoke, causing the girl to look up at the mention of her name.
"What?"
"You're rather spacey today. What's on your mind? A certain seith mage?"
"Just thinking of a way to deal with the metal skeletons. Since they've joined Raven Tail, I'm not sure how to deal with them." She spoke, the tone in her voice convincing the group that those were her actual thoughts. Considering the injuries she got from them just two nights before and what happened with Wendy and Carla, it wasn't an absurd thing to think about. She also could use advice from the group, considering that they were some of the strongest wizards in her guild.
"Yesterday you mentioned some kind of deal you'd made with them?" Laxus asked.
She refrained from groaning, having hoped that no one caught that last night. Of course Laxus did. "I told them that if they didn't attack Fairy Tail for several months, I'd let them have another shot at fighting me. Given that I had a spell that could immobilize them whenever I wanted, they complied."
"So why don't you use that spell now?"
"They figured out a way around it. Probably with the help of their Raven Tail buddies."
"Bickslow's seith magic was pretty effective against them. Maybe he can help." Mirajane suggested, and despite the earlier conversation about the wizard, she had a good point.
"True. Perhaps unbinding their souls and destroying the bones might be enough… that poses the possibility of killing them, though."
"Why the hell are they going after you anyway?" The iron dragonslayer asked.
Just then, they saw the pumpkin man walk towards the center of the stadium, and a round of cheers was heard.
"Dibs on whatever the first challenge is." Gajeel spoke, standing up and cracking his neck.
"You better not fuck up." Laxus told him, earning an amused chuckle from the man.
3.
Laxus and Kibo stayed behind, watching the utter chaos that unfolded on the battlefield. It was supposed to be a fight, not a beauty contest, but somehow the entire guild had gotten roped into wearing skimpy/random outfits. Even some of the guys got roped into wearing suits.
"Why aren't you down there?" Laxus asked curiously, noticing that she was one of the only women not posing on the field.
"My injuries haven't fully healed. I'd look like Frankenstein's monster and scare everyone if I went down there." She answered, watching the scene in front of them with a bored expression. "Why aren't you?"
"Tch, like I'd ever do something so ridiculous." He stated, returning his attention to the field.
4.
"So why'd you ditch me this morning, eh?" Bickslow asked that evening, walking next to his not-as-secret-anymore girlfriend. After the games they'd decided to wander around a random park, and although he was trying to pick up conversation with her, her mind was elsewhere.
"Huh?" She asked, snapping away from her thoughts.
"Don't 'huh' me. When I woke up, you were gone, and your entire team was sleeping. You could have at least woke me up when you did. It would have been embarrassing to be woken up by one of them." He spoke, annoyed by how long it took her to realize what he was saying.
"Oh…"
"Where the hell did you run off to, anyway?"
"I sensed a weird magic…" She answered, suddenly realizing that she'd completely forgotten about it. "Damn, I forgot to talk to Lucy about that."
"What kind of magic?"
"It felt like Lucy, but it was something else. Different, upset- off. So I went to go investigate, but then lost her trail."
"She seemed fine last I saw her. A bit bummed since yesterday, which isn't surprising, but otherwise okay." He told her, but already saw her losing interest in the conversation yet again, becoming lost in her thoughts. Annoyed by the lack of attention he was getting, he looked around for a secluded area to take her.
There were some trees a little ways from the path that looked good enough. Taking her hand, he pulled her towards them, further inspecting them for privacy.
"Good enough." He muttered, and then swung the woman so that her back came in contact with one of the trees. The angle made them near invisible to any passerby, and he cast a silencing spell to make them further invisible.
"Eh? Why'd we come over here?" She asked, the innocence in her voice catching him off guard.
"… are you really that dense?" He asked without thinking, watching as her eyes narrowed into a terrifying glare. "That came out wrong. I brought you over here to be alone."
"… oh." Kibo replied, and after he gave her a peck on the lips, watched as her face heated up in realization to what he actually meant. The man smirked, glad to finally have her full attention. "… oh."
"You must really be distracted today to be ignoring me so much." He commented, placing one of his hands next to her head to lean against, while the other parted her cloak to find a comfortable place on the curve of her waist. He'd hated the damn cloak for hiding so much of her body from him.
"Sorry, I've had a lot on my mind."
"Have I been one of the things on your mind, at least?"
"Um… Mirajane and the others cornered me this morning about you."
"I'll take that as a no." Bickslow said, and pouted at her. "You don't like me anymore, Kibo-chan? Am I not cool and strong enough for you?"
"Eh? Of course I like you." She said, and then reached her hand up to the side of his face, pulling the visor and hood off of his head. As the objects collected around his neck, she smiled. "I've missed seeing your face."
"I don't know…" He muttered, looking away and pretending to doubt her affections.
She gently pushed his face back towards hers, using the hand that was still on his cheek. Bringing her lips to his, she kissed him, slow and lovingly. Unlike how Bickslow lead their make out sessions, she slowly licked at his teeth asking for entrance, passion laced with every millimeter of movement she made. Her movements were subtle, graceful, and purposeful; contrasting greatly with his usual harshness.
Enjoying the change in pace, he let her continue to lead. As he opened his mouth to her, she pulled him closer to her, other hand now on the back of his neck. She explored the moist cavern curiously, poking her tongue in an out of some places she was unsure of, and letting him get used to her entry.
The hand that used to be on his cheek now moved to his shoulder, then down his arm, and slowly made its way to his back.
They continued like this until their lips were numb, and even then they wanted to keep going. When Kibo removed her lips from his, he moved to place soft kisses on her face and down her neck. Darkness had fallen over them, but the light from various posts along the park trail gave them enough illumination to see their basic characteristics.
"That was hot." He told her, happy at the giggles that resulted. "When did you learn to kiss like that?"
"I may be a virgin, but I've had my fair share at kissing experiences."
"Should I be jealous?" He whispered, still placing kisses along her exposed skin.
"How many women have you slept with?" She countered.
"Touche." He replied, still busying himself with keeping his numb lips on her skin. "What's gotten you so preoccupied today, anyway?" The seith mage asked, deciding to lean back and look at her face. She was still adorably flushed from their earlier kissing, and he wanted to badly to take their sexual frustration to the next level.
Kibo sighed, as if she'd been hoping he wouldn't ask her.
"What secret are you hiding now, Kibo?" He asked, resting his now cold forehead against hers. Guessing games were one of his favorites.
"It's nothing. I just…"
"Hmmm?" He hummed with a wide grin, silently hoping that she would resist telling him.
"I talked to Jura this morning… he knew I was a dragonslayer. Apparently I saved his life a long time ago, and it's why he forfeited the match." She said, eyes tearing up.
His grin instantly disappeared.
"So why are you sad? It sounds like you lucked out, if anything."
"I've lived my life thinking that I should die for the horrible things I've done… but after knowing what I've done, after seeing me kill someone he cared about… he thinks it wasn't my fault." She sobbed, catching the man completely off-guard.
On the plus side, tears were a good anti-boner, which took care of the partial erection he'd had for the past hour. On the other hand, his girlfriend was crying, and just admitted that she was suicidal.
Unsure of what else to do, he did what he usually did- pulled her into a hug to cry on his shoulder.
He wasn't sure exactly why she was sad, but she mentioned Jura, so he had the urge to punch the guy in the face for making her cry.
1.
On day three, Fairy Tail Team B found themselves in their usual observation room, waiting anxiously for the games to begin. They had started to make a comeback the previous day, and they were excited to carry the momentum over into the next few days.
Once they announced that the word was 'Pandemonium', Kibo volunteered for it. She felt like punching things, and the word implied that there would be a fight.
"Are you sure you're up for it? You were pretty badly injured the other day." Mirajane asked, and the brunette nodded.
"I'll be fine." She said, and then left the room, leaving questioning stares behind her. Ever since last night she felt raw, tired, and confused- beating something up seemed straightforward enough to deal with her stress.
When she reached the middle of the field, she discovered that Erza had decided to participate this round. She made her way over to her, since the only other people she recognized were either enemies or confusing friends.
"You excited?" Kibo asked the red head, and she smiled, nodding.
"Yeah. Make no mistake, Kibo, you're my enemy in this round. I won't hold back even if you're nakama."
"Well that's a relief. I was going to say the same to you." The brunette said with a smirk, causing the woman to chuckle.
"This will be an interesting match." Jura told them as he approached. "Erza, Miss Hissori." He said, bowing to them.
"You can call me Kibo, Jura. You don't have to be so formal." Kibo said, her face tinted red.
The man chuckled. "Alright, Kibo."
"I'm going to go chat with Milianna." Erza stated, missing the awkward expression on her friends face at the mention of the name, and then walking away.
"Did you confirm the information with Makarov?" Jura asked when Erza was out of earshot, slightly amused by the short woman's awkward stature. Considering her title, history, and the fact that he'd seen her fight a dragon, he'd always imagined her to be much more confident by her age. He'd never imagined that the Great Dragonslayer would be an awkward 20 year old girl.
"Laxus did." She stated, trying to appear more calm by putting her hands in her pockets. Still adorned in the cloak from their previous match, little of her features were seen, so to the audience she probably seemed perfectly fine, if not a little mysterious.
"Little Kibo is fighting this time, huh?" A new presence spoke, causing the woman to internally groan. Of course one of the skeletons would be competing. "I was hoping for a chance to publicly humiliate you."
He didn't look like a skeleton right now, since it was daytime, but she still recognized his voice. She didn't know his name, but he was dressed in garb unique to their village. It was a ceremonial outfit, but he wore it proudly nonetheless, decked out from head-to-toe in war paint and tribal charms.
"There's no hostages for you to take this time, so I wouldn't count yourself lucky just yet." She replied, glaring at the man. He laughed loudly, his voice booming.
"You're a wizard from Raven Tail?" Jura asked, instantly on his guard.
"Mm-hmm." He hummed with a creepy grin.
"He's also one of the survivors from my village that was slaughtered… what, 25 years ago?"
"25 years, 2 months, 5 days." The man corrected, eyes narrowing at her. And with that he left, sauntering off to taunt one of the other contenders.
"What an odd man." Jura commented, and then looked over at the woman he'd been conversing with, noticing that she seemed mildly annoyed. They still had several minutes until the event would start, so he figured that he'd continue chatting with her. "I take it that you're not close?"
"He and some other survivors believe that I'm responsible for the death of our village. They've been trying to kill me for some time now."
"So that's why you were so surprised by my appraisal." He commented, watching her cheeks flare up. Although he had no romantic interest in her, the way her cheeks turned pink like that was rather cute, and he had no doubt she had plenty of gentlemen callers. "You should come to my home village sometime. I think you'll be pleasantly surprised." He suggested, watching her cheeks, turn even redder.
Suddenly the crowd started 'ooh'ing and 'awe'ing, causing them to look up in curiosity. They stared in horror at the main screen at the end of the stadium, which at some point had turned into a 'kiss cam', and had focused on them.
"Do we see a budding romance between these two fighters?" The announcer asked, causing both of their faces to heat up in embarrassment.
"No!" She yelled back at him, and was glad when the 'kiss cam' moved and focused on another 'couple', specifically Milianna and Erza. The crowd cheered particularly loudly for them, and since the attention was no longer focused on them, Jura and Kibo inched away from each other.
Sometime later, after Erza destroyed the 100 monsters (much to the annoyance of Kibo, who had been excited to kill some hologram monsters), the contestants were supposed to show off their magic strength.
As the different wizards showed their strength, Kibo watched in annoyance, trying to figure out the best spell to use. She'd never used spells based on strength, but instead their practicality in combat situations, making this a perplexing decision.
She supposed that tapping the magical energy of the Earth and channeling it into her dragon roar would be the most effective, but unlike her battle with Jura, it would be overly obvious about her dragonslayer origins. Channeling it through her hand would be slightly less effective, but would get the job done.
"You're up!" Someone told her, bringing her out of her thoughts.
"What's the highest score so far?" She asked the pumpkin man.
"8, 544!" He told her, and she nodded.
"I would have thought it would be higher." She said with a shrug, and then started summoning the magic from the ground.
Somehow she tapped into a massive reservoir of magic beneath the stadium, eerily similar to the magic she sensed from Lucy the other day, and she momentarily stumbled from the sheer power of it. She raised her hand to the magic device, her eyes glowing and the ground shaking beneath her from the amount of power she was currently building up inside her.
Once she deemed that enough magic was accumulated, she shot it at the device, causing it to shake and sway dangerously as dust clouds formed. The surrounding wizards and audience had to shield their eyes from the brightness of it, and brace themselves against the magical shockwave that resulted.
After another minute of waiting for the dust to clear, a resounding gasp erupted from the audience.
"You… you broke it!?" The pumpkin man screeched.
"Does that mean I win?" Kibo asked, letting her cloak shroud her body in mystery again. A grin had encompassed her face.
"I… this has never happened before!"
"Good job." Erza congratulated her, giving her a solid pat on the back.
"Fairy Tail has managed to break both parts of this game!" The pumpkin man cried. "Fairy Tail team B gets second place."
"Hell yeah." Kibo said, the same grin still plastered on her face.
2.
That night, Fairy Tail decided to celebrate their victories by going to the water park.
Soon after arriving, both Bickslow and Fried happened across Evergreen and Elfman, who were hiding pitifully behind a giant rock. The seith mage couldn't wait to taunt the woman with this knowledge, and he was especially delighted at how much the brunette was trying to hide from their guild members. She knew very well that her team would tease her endlessly, not to mention the rest of the guild.
"Ever loooves him~" The blue-haired man stated, and Fried nodded next to him, thoroughly entertained by the knowledge.
"Speaking of love… looks like your girlfriend is chatting with Jura again." Fried stated, pointing to the pair standing by a pool. Earlier that evening when the kiss cam had focused on them, Bickslow hadn't been happy, to say the least. The camera had focused on them right when Jura had invited her to his home village, and given the blush on her cheeks, Fried couldn't blame his friend for getting the wrong impression.
Kibo was still dressed in a cloak, although now it was a blue one, while Jura was only dressed in swim trunks. Upon seeing them Bickslow gasped at the sight and was gone in an instant, leaving a laughing Fried behind to watch the scene unfold. As he watched his teammates awkwardly stumble with their 'secret' partners, he could help but feel a twinge of jealousy, despite the entertainment aspect.
"Heeeey, Kibo. How's it going?" Bickslow asked as he approached the pair, trying to dispel the urge to fight the tall man. Given the fact that Fairy Tail was notorious for being protective of the female members, along with starting fights for even less, Jura gladly took a small step away from the woman to avoid a confrontation.
"I'm good, how are you? And have you seen Mystogan around by any chance?"
"No, why?" Bickslow asked curiously, not hiding his jealousy very well.
"I'll see you later Kibo." Jura said as he waved goodbye, and the woman nodded, smiling at his retreating form.
"Why can't you hang out with girls?" Bickslow asked, regaining her attention. "And why are you wearing a cloak in here? Don't you have a bathing suit?"
"Jealous?" She asked, the question causing him to puff his chest and look away.
"Of course not. I just don't see why you need to talk to all these guys." He said, and glanced back at her, annoyed by her overly happy expression. "What the hell are you smiling about?"
"Let's go to the aquarium. I've heard that it's pretty cool." She said, winking at him.
"Whatever. Sure." He mumbled walking next to her. "You still didn't answer my question about the bathing suit."
"I didn't want you to get jealous of other men looking at me." She said, obviously happy with the reaction she got. "Just kidding. My injuries haven't fully healed, so I'd gross people out if I showed off so much skin."
"So you're not going to swim today? Why'd you even come here?"
"So I could see you in your swim suit." She said, sticking her tongue out at him and continuing his torture.
"Oh, Laxus is here?!" Bickslow stated excitedly, his eyes locking with his idol across a pool. Fried had noticed him as well, and was already making his way over to him.
Kibo wasn't surprised when the male walked away, running towards his friend excitedly with such enthusiasm, she doubt she'd ever get the same reaction for. During training, she'd accepted that his love for his friend was something she could never compete with.
"Hey cutie." A familiar voice spoke, causing her to turn towards an all too familiar face. "Why are you covering up such a hot bod?"
"Thought I'd be rebellious and wear something out of the norm."
"Right on, fight the power!" Bacchus cheered, laughing at the end. Kibo noticed her boyfriend doing stretches in the background, completely oblivious to the man talking to her.
"I was disappointed we didn't get a rematch this year."
"Given your recent upgrade, it would have been a lot of fun." He said with a sly grin, and she giggled. "In all seriousness, I wanted to come over here and thank you."
"Eh?"
"Remember when we started making out, and I had that freak spleen rupture?" He asked, smirking at the blush on her cheeks. "Well, whatever healing magic you used on me cured my heart disease, too. At the time I'd had an estimated 2 months to live."
"What? Seriously!?" She said, a bit louder than she'd intended and getting Bickslow's attention. The man started laughing again. "Wait, why did you wait until now to tell me? That was almost 4 years ago."
"I forgot." He said with a shrug, and then took a drink from the gourd handing from his waist. "Anyway, I was hoping to return the favor." Bacchus said, inching closer to her with bedroom eyes.
"Sorry, not interested."
"Eeeh? You were interested back then."
"Not this year." She said awkwardly, taking a step back.
"You sure? I can be a lot of fun."
"She said she's not interested." The seith mage stated, now standing next to her with his arms crossed and chest puffed out. Bacchus looked him up and down, and after glancing between the two, took a step back.
"You could have just said you were taken. If you change your mind, you know where to find me." The man said with a wink, and started walking away, likely to join his guild members in a nearby pool.
"Thanks."
"I leave for two seconds and Bacchus starts hitting on you?" He asked, looking at her with an annoyed stare. His hands were on his hips, and she couldn't help but be entertained by his macho stature. For whatever reason, he was much more protective than usual, and she couldn't help but feel a little satisfied by it.
"Guys dig the cloak. What can I say?"
"Whatever."
"I'm still headed to the aquarium. Have fun with laxus." She said and started to leave, but he put a hand on her shoulder, stopping her.
"You should stay and hang out with us."
"I'm not swimming today, remember?" She said, but then tensed when he saw the evil glint in his eye. "Don't you dare!" Trying to get out of his reach, but ultimately failing, she squirmed as his arms found her waist and easily picked her up.
"Party time!" He yelled as he jumped into the deep end of the pool, girl in his arms as they submerged under the water together.
3.
"You were so mean to me today, Kibo-chan…"
"You weren't all that nice, either." She replied to the man towering over her, pouting at the memory of being dunked into the water.
"At least I wasn't flirting with girls all day."
"I wasn't flirting." She told him, still pouting. Her back was starting to itch from being pressed against the tree, and despite the convenient hiding place for them, it wasn't all that comfy. "And can we go get dinner or something? This tree is uncomfortable."
He ignored her request and kissed her, letting his tongue roam her teeth until she allowed him access to her mouth. When she had started to get into it, her hands finding their way to his messy blue locks of hair, he pulled away, eliciting a groan from her.
A hand on her shoulder pushed her back flat against the bark, and she gave him an annoyed look at the tattooed man. "Now what?"
"I just wanted to remind you that you're mine." He said, voice low and on the verge of growling. "And I don't like sharing." He leaned down and bit the nape of her neck.
"I'm hardly an object to possess." She stated, and flinched as his teeth bit down harder into her flesh. Mouth staying locked on her skin, she shifted uncomfortably beneath him, feeling an odd combination of annoyance and arousal at the gesture. "But if I am yours, then you're mine, too."
He bit down harder, now breaking skin and licking up the drops with his long tongue.
Thigh reaching in between her legs, she parted them slightly, surprised that such a simple gesture turned her on so much. Her nether region was pulsing with want and need, slowly grinding against the upper thigh that had parted her legs. As he let go of her neck, a small whine escaped her mouth, surprised by the abruptness of it.
"Thai food?" He asked, smirking as he untangled himself from her, dodging her attempt to bring him back.
"Are we ever going to have sex, or are you going to just keep getting me riled up and then getting distracted by something?"
"You really want to lose your virginity in a park, hiding behind a tree?" He asked, now standing a few feet from her. As he spoke he was putting his visor and hood back on, effectively concealing half of his face again.
"I don't really care where I do it. I've never had any romantic notions of it, other than it's with someone I care about."
"How about we plan on 'doing the deed' after the Grand Magic Games is over? I'll plan some kind of romantic evening for us, and afterwards we can go back to your place."
"But that's over 4 days away." She whined, and smiled when he closed the gap between them again.
"Impatient to have my cock inside you?" He asked, and at his crude words, her face heated up and muscles tensed. Eyes wide, she stared into his visor, having the added effect of being unable to see his eyes. In that instance, she wondered if it would make the situation less or even more awkward. "That's what I thought. Let's go get food."
1.
On Day 5, after the events of the Games, Kibo couldn't help but be excited by the announcement of dragons entering the city.
It had been years since she had an actual opponent, namely the blood dragon that trained her. Ever since then, her opponents had been pathetically weak, and it was painful to hold back so much.
Whether she liked it or not, killing was her specialty. Especially dragon slaying.
Their guild was in position. They heard the roars of dragons in the distance.
"You should go with Levy to help evacuate." Bickslow stated as he turned towards her, earning a confused expression.
"Eh? Why the hell would I do that?"
"Because I don't want to worry about you the entire time." He said, his voice low enough so that the others couldn't hear. They were off to the side of the group, close enough to fight but far enough to talk in private.
"I'm a Fairy Tail wizard, and I'm going to stand by my friends in battle. If you're so worried about getting distracted, maybe you should go help with the evacuation."
"Stop being so stubborn and just do as I said."
"I've already lost one family to a dragon, I'm not going to stand by and let it happen again. Bark orders at me all you want, I'm not going anywhere." She said with a glare, arms cross and determined expression on her face.
Bickslow grunted, turning away and walking over to Elfman.
Kibo tried to ignore the hurt he probably felt at her rejection, and guilt she felt at making him worry. She hoped that it wouldn't cloud his judgment during battle.
A fire dragon started to approach the group, gaining everyone's attention. Some of the wizards, including Bickslow, cheered in excitement about going all out with their magic.
Kibo stood towards the back of the group, using her extra sense to listen to the dragon's strange body to find a weakness.
Gray and Juvia were the first to strike, given their magic element. When that didn't work and the dragon retaliated, sending a wave of flames at them, Fried tried to stop it with no success. Kibo ran towards the flames, and as everyone was being flung back, she started eating the heated magic that had engulfed them. It wasn't enough to take out the entire attack, but it was enough to reduce some of the damage and power her up.
"Is everyone okay?" She asked, looking around at her fallen friends. As they started talking about the power behind the dragon, she figured that meant they were okay, and returned her attention to her opponent. Walking up to the creature and now being closer to it than her comrades, the fire dragon locked eyes with her, especially with the fire dancing along her skin.
"You absorbed my attack?"
"Part of it. Thanks for the food, I've been starving for some good dragon fire."
"Are you a dragonslayer?" He asked curiously, surprised that a mere human could survive the attack.
Both of their attention turned to the growing man behind her, watching as the small Guild Master began growing in size. She frowned, knowing not only did he not stand a chance, but that he could get hurt in the process. "Guild Master! You don't need to fight!" She yelled up to him, but he merely ignored her and kept growing.
"Kibo, get out of the way!" Bickslow yelled to her, reminding her that she was standing between a very pissed off Guild Master and a Fire Dragon.
After giving Makarov another look, she sighed, and walked off to the side.
"We are no ordinary wizards!" The old man yelled, stepping forward and ready to fight the firey creature. The brunette slowly walked back over to her comrades, flames still dancing along her skin.
"I can just eat fire and shit, but whatever." She muttered, barely being affected by the shockwave of the attack gramps gave him. When another wave of fire threatened to burn her friends, she tried to redirect most of it back to her, breathing in the harsh flames.
"You're on fire!" Ever exclaimed, confused that no one else was startled by this news.
"I'm good." She said simply, returning her attention to the fight at hand like everyone else. Given the monster battle taking place, it was difficult for anyone to focus on anything else. Kibo decided that after the Guild Master fell, or if he got himself in a too tight of spot, she'd intervene with her magic. Until then, she'd let Makarov have his moment.
When Makarov fell, everyone turned towards Mavis, the great tactician.
Natsu's voice then rang out, informing the resident dragonslayers to start dragon hunting.
Without waiting to hear what her guild had to say, Kibo ran at the dragon full speed, much to the surprise and worry of the other wizards.