Twenty-Eight - Erza Knightwalker
"Errrzaaaa," his voice called softly. "Time to wake up."
"What do you want?" she asked, opening her eyes and trying to focus through the bleary sleepiness.
"I want you to wake up," he said, matter-of-factly.
"No shit, Mystogan," she retorted as his masked face came into view. "Why do you want me to wake up?"
"If you want to stay here, be my guest," he shrugged. "But, I'm tired. And, judging by your attitude towards me so far, I didn't think you'd be willing to sleep in the same bed as me."
"Of course not," she snapped. "Why would you sleep in my bed?"
"This is my bed," he said, gesturing to the soft mattress underneath her.
She looked down. It looked much like the bed in her room. She looked around. Everything seemed similar, but there were slight differences. This was not her hotel room.
"Why the hell am I in your room?!" she demanded, sitting up.
"You overworked yourself," he said. "You should be more careful."
"Overworked?!" she repeated indignantly, getting to her feet. "I have never overworked myself!"
"Calm down," he teased. "We don't want you passing out again."
She seethed with anger. How dare he suggest that she couldn't handle herself?
"Where are my friends?" she asked. "Why didn't they take me to my room?"
Mystogan shrugged. "They brought you here and asked me to take care of you."
"And you agreed?"
He nodded. "Sure," he said. "I wasn't going to deny a pretty girl from sleeping in my bed."
"You think you're so smooth and cool," she accused, "but you're not!"
"Is that so?" he asked.
She was becoming upset that she was unable to provoke him. He didn't seem bothered by anything she said. She would have to try harder.
"I bet your Erza Scarlet doesn't think you're cool either," she sneered.
"I don't really care," he said calmly. "She's more into my brother anyway."
"Yeah, what's the difference, if you're twins?" she asked.
"Triplets," he corrected. "You're the one with a twin."
"I am not!" she protested. "I'll bet I don't even look like her and you're just stupid!"
"I'll definitely take that bet," he smirked, pulling his phone from his pocket. "What do I get if I win?"
"What are you doing?" she asked as he started searching for something on his phone.
"Showing you Erza Scarlet," he said matter-of-factly. He turned his phone screen towards her to reveal a picture of a girl that looked exactly like her. "See?" he asked. "Even your hairstyles aren't that different."
"Ugh! You're infuriating!" she said, stomping her foot.
"Leave whenever you want," he said. "I'm not keeping you here."
"Fine! I'm leaving!" she snapped.
"Go right ahead," he said coolly.
She stormed out of the room, not even sure what she was so angry about.
-.-.-
"You assholes!" she accused her friends when she reached their room. "Why the hell would you put me in Mystogan's room?"
Hughes and Sugarboy snickered while Coco looked apologetic.
Hughes spoke first. "It just seemed like a good opportunity for you to get to know each other."
"What?!" she exclaimed, angrily.
"He seems so interested in you," Sugarboy added. "And you seem so passionate about him."
"I'm gonna kill you two!"
"Come on, Erza," Coco piped up. "They were only playing. And Mystogan seems like a real standup guy, agreeing to take care of you and all."
"I'm going to bed," Erza growled, walking over to the door. "If I wake up anywhere but in my own bed, there will be hell to pay."
She slammed the door behind her and made her way to her own room. She stood in front of the bathroom mirror, looking at herself and remembering the picture of Erza Scarlet. She wondered why they did look so much alike; even their hairstyles. Frustrated, she grabbed a pair of scissors. There would be no more mistaking her for Erza Scarlet.