Today is a catalyst for the 'filler' story so here we go!
Enjoy!
"Wow, I haven't slept that great since, well, before the Games." Keita yawned.
"I wonder why." He asked, looking over towards the girl walking next to him. It had been three more days since Keita had first showed up to help Elise with her nightmares, as she had wanted him to stay a bit longer. He saw no reason not to, he was there to help after all. So we would.
Had he known what the next few days would entail, he'd have warned himself.
On the first night, Elise wanted him the bed as well as a precaution. Made sense. Unfortunately, about halfway through the night, Elise rolled over in her sleep and latched onto his midsection, waking him instantly. He didn't have the balls to wake her to change their position, so Keita stayed up the rest of the night painstakingly counting the minutes Elise had her head buried in between his shoulder blades and her arms around his midsection until thankfully around five in the morning she released him. Thank God. So he escaped the bed to go to the bathroom and anything else before he returned.
He wasn't even really sure where the second night started, honestly. Elise slept right through the whole next day without a single nightmare. Keita stayed in the room with her, completely not surprised by this. From what he could tell, from the bags under her eyes and the way she'd nearly bust a gut laughing at the ice cream on his nose, she'd been running on maybe a few hours of sleep at best all week. Her not waking up was nothing unexpected.
She did wake up around eight at night though, and it took Keita a decent five minutes to explain to her that it was the next day, not five or so minutes after she'd gone to sleep the day prior. She was still exhausted, so she got a snack (Was that what Fairy Tail girls considered a snack? A three course meal?) before returning to the dorm. This time she told Keita to remain on the windowsill, so she could try it on her own.
Which brought them to now, the morning after that.
Elise cast him a small smile.
"Thanks for sticking around. You really didn't have to." Keita shrugged.
"I don't mind. I told you I'd help, didn't I?" She nodded with a small chuckle and looked down at her feet as they walked.
"You did." She answered. "Which still surprises me as I was sure you really didn't like me." Keita made a face. It was true that, at least prior to their fight at the end of the Games, Keita was not Elise's biggest fan. Every way she acted pushed one of his buttons one way or the other.
"It was just the way you acted." He replied. "And I drew a lot of assumptions from that anyway. You're a great person."
"Hm..." Keita looked over at Elise. She looked pretty recharged, but the downcast look on her face made him feel like he hadn't done enough.
"Are you sure you're okay?" He asked. "If there's anything else..."
"There isn't." Elise said, cutting him off. "Nothing you can do, anyway." Keita frowned at this, but Elise looked back at her feet.
"I have to move past this on my own...The, you know." Keita nodded. He knew. He doubted he would ever forget the things he saw. "You're a great help Keita, and I appreciate it more than you could ever know, but getting past this, going back to my old self...Is a path I need to walk down myself. At least for now." Keita nodded. That made sense to him.
"Well, if you ever want anyone to help you, don't hesitate to call me. I'll come if you need me."
"Thank you." The two remained silent as they walked to the guild hall, and once they reached it and entered, Elise turned to him. "Are you going to go back home?" She asked.
"Don't see why not." Keita said. "Unless you still need me for something."
"Nope." She said, smiling. He still believed that was a much better look for her. "You did more than enough by sleeping with me."
...
"Elise..." Keita said, sweat starting to drop from his forehead. "Could you please rephrase that?"
"Hm?" Keita raised a hand and pointed behind Elise, who followed his finger. Elise's father Gajeel had his eyes firmly planted on Keita, and the murderous gaze he was getting made him feel incredibly uncomfortable. Elise seemed to realize now what she'd said and how it sounded, which made her go red.
"Ah, shit." She hissed. "You'd better go. I'll deal with Daddy..."
"Sounds like a plan." Keita turned and was about to hightail it out of the guild hall, looking to save his ass.
"Keita!" Keita didn't even stop at the angry voice yelling at him. He ran.
"Man, I wonder what Keita's job was." Michael said, staring up at the roof of the guild.
"Who knows." Kyoko added. "It must have been pretty serious though. He looked pretty serious when he left."
"He always has that look on his face." Rina countered, looking a little bored. "Have you not noticed?"
"Well I know, but he seemed a bit...Upset?"
"Doesn't really matter." Juno said. "He wouldn't share it with us." Michael wished he had. Although Rina had made a fair point, it was also true that Keita had straight up ignored them when they asked him about what the job entailed. He'd just walked out of the job, turned into his shadow form, and disappeared. It wasn't like him at all.
"Well he''l be fine." He said. "So maybe we should start looking at the stack of job requests coming in for us. From what Dad said there's a lot of..." Michael paused as the door to the guild opened. He turned at this, expecting to find Keita standing there.
Blake walked inside the guild, eyes glued to the floor. He was being flanked by several other guild members, presumably those who watched him at his home to make sure he didn't go anywhere until his punishment was decided.
And if he was here...
"Looks like today is the day..." Rina said under her breath, frowning. Kyoko looked pretty upset as well. Michael watched as Blake came inside the guild, but no one else was paying him any mind except for the four of them. He walked by their table, and he paused where he was. He looked over, and the two made eye contact.
Michael stared right back at Blake, who looked almost lifeless. His eyes had bags under them, meaning he hadn't slept for a few days. The frown looked as though it and not left his face either.
"Morning." He said softly. Michael didn't say anything back, observing his friend.
"They don't matter! All Sabertooth is too me is a cover! The people there...The others...They're nothing to me!"
...He didn't mean that.
That was what Michael had tried to tell himself ever since he'd stepped between Blake and Nashi on the final day of the Games. That those words, that had come out of the mouth of a person he considered a brother, weren't true. It had haunted him ever since. Was Blake really just that? An Olympians sleeper agent? Or...Was he their friend.
"...Morning Blake." It was Kyoko who'd spoken. From the looks of it, she was trying her best to smile. "Did you sleep okay?" Blake regarded her quietly, before he mumbled something incoherent and lowered his head, continuing to walk towards Michael's fathers office. Michael watched him go weakly, head swimming with theories.
...If you'd just let us help you, Blake...
The office was silent, and rightfully so.
Blake waited, head down, as Sting stared out the window of the office without saying a word. He just wanted to know what his punishment was. If his prayers had any merit, than he knew what they were going to be.
It was all he wanted. His last service to the guild that raised him.
So he waited, hoping and praying Sting wasn't feeling forgiving. After a few more minutes of silence, Sting sighed.
"Why?" He asked. That was all he said, but Blake remained silent. If he couldn't answer his own question, then Blake had to assume Michael had kept the Olympians a secret. Perhaps to better his chances of not getting kicked out.
A nice gesture, but not a an appreciated one.
Blake didn't speak up to the question. From the movement he detected, Sting had looked over at him.
"Why did you do it?" He asked. Blake again chose to keep silent. Was he going to have to say what he did was an order from the Olympians? Sting sighed and walked towards him, and behind him towards a shelf full of books to the right.
"I've been trying to figure that out since Michael told me what you did." He said. "I've exhausted myself countless nights wondering why...And I want to know. Give me an answer, Blake."
"...Dunno." Blake answered. He couldn't say the Olympians. If he did, that'd involve Sting too and then, the entire guild. They were already in danger as it was now that he'd defied Zeus. He needed to get away. He needed to make sure they were safe.
He needed to make sure Sting gave him the boot. It was the only way.
"You don't know?" Sting asked. "That's not a reason, that's an excuse, Blake. Tell me why you did what you did. I just want to know."
"..." Sting growled, and Blake could tell from the sound it was out of frustration rather than anger.
"Please, Blake." He said, walking back around to his desk sitting in front of Blake. "Just tell me. I don't care what the reason is. I won't punish you."
No...You have to. It's the only way this guild will survive the week.
"...I was angry they were winning." He lied through his teeth. "I wanted to win so bad, for the guild...I acted out in a moment of weakness. I'm sorry." Sting remained silent, and Blake chuckled weakly and clenched the fabric of his pants in his hands. "I deserve any punishment you give me, really I do. Go all out. I deserve it."
"Do you really think I'm that stupid, Blake?" Blake gulped. "Do you really think that I'm so dumb that I'd believe that you, and you alone, devastated all six members of Fairy Tail's team and did so quietly because you were frustrated? Please."
"I-It's the truth."
"If it was you'd have owned up to it quicker than that. How long did it take you to concoct that?"
"Master, please..."
"I don't believe you." Sting leaned forward. "Just give me the why." Blake had no more excuses. If he said that he worked for the Olympians, that would make Sting want to go after them and as such, the Olympians would fire their satellite cannon on the guild hall. He couldn't allow that. He just wanted out.
"...If you won't believe me I don't know what to say." Blake said, still not looking up. Sting sighed and pocketed his hands, probably contemplating what he was going to do in this situation.
"...Fine, If it's something you wish to keep to yourself, than it's fine." Sting sighed. "Go on, get out of here. Lots of job requests came in for you."
...What?
"I-I beg your pardon Master?" Blake asked, finally looking up.
"You heard me." Sting said. You've got work to do. Get to it."
"W-Why aren't you punishing me?"
"Why should I?" Blake's felt like he was going to black out from the panic seeping into his system. Even without the knowledge of why he did it, Blake staying was the problem! "No one you did it to is made at you, they're cool with it. I see no reason to..."
"Please, Master!" Blake shouted, jumping to his feet. "I don't want to get off free for this, I don't deserve it!"
"Why not?" Sting asked calmly.
"Because...Because..."
Sure, Blake could leave on his own, but he didn't want that. Michael, Keita, the others...They'd hunt him down. Find him. If Sting kicked him out, they'd stay put and leave him be. That was all he wanted! For him to be hunted down due to his insubordination and for them to be safe...It was all he wanted.
"Blake, what is it you want me to do?" Sting asked. "You want a punishment? Fine. I won't enforce it, but you're free to make a suggestion."
"...Kick me out."
"Excuse me?" Blake met Sting's gaze, and held it firmly. No backing down.
"Kick me out of the guild, Master. That's what I want?"
"Why in the hell would you want that? That's crazy."
"Because..." Blake's head became filled with ideas. "I almost got us disqualified, I ran our guilds name through the mud, I behaved poorly as a representative of this guild, I...!"
"...Am the only one who thinks those things?" Sting asked, finishing Blake's thoughts incorrectly. "I don't think you did any of those things."
"I did! Kick me out Master, please!"
"Who do you think I am?!" Blake jumped in surprise as Sting slammed his hands down on the desk between them, an angry flare on his eyes. "Jiemma?! This isn't Jiemma's Sabertooth! I won't...I won't kick you out for something as trivial as anything you just listed!"
"...Master..."
"Why do you want me to kick you out? What exactly are you playing at?" Blake glared at the desk angrily.
"I don't deserve to bear this crest anymore, Master...I've done nothing except tarnish it's meaning."
"What...?"
"I don't care if you disagree, I want to get kicked out! It's the only option left!"
"Why?!"
"PLEASE JUST STOP! KICK ME OUT!" Blake prayed these words had not resounded outside the office. Staying silent, Blake waited for Sting's response, hoping it was what he wanted. After what felt like an eternity, Sting sighed.
"I don't know why you think you deserve this, nor do I agree with you." He said. "But...If you really think getting kicked out is a deserving punishment..."
"It is." Sting didn't continue for a moment, but he sighed and turned his back on Blake and walked to the window.
"Fine. Go." Blake's eyes widened. He slowly looked over at his Masters back, but the man just stared out the window. "If you really think so, then go. I won't stop you."
"Really?"
"Yeah." Blake blinked a few times in disbelief. He'd actually convinced Sting to boot him out. Nodding, he starting to roll his sleeve up for Sting to erase the mark on his arm.
"O-Okay. Erase my mark and..."
"I will not do that and if I see you even attempt it in my presence I will not be held accountable for my actions after I act out," Sting seethed. Blake felt a bit scared at the threat. "I am not Jiemma. I'm not kicking you out. You're leaving on your own accord, got it? This has nothing to do with me."
"...Y-Yes sir. Thank you, Master." Blake rolled his sleeve down and turned to leave, before a thought occurred to him. "M-Master?"
"Yes?" Blake was unsure as to the response he'd get, but he turned back to Sting.
"Please tell the guild you did this. I'm sure most will approach you at a later date, Like Minerva, and you can tell them then that it was my idea." He looked down at the ground. "But...At least to your son and his friends...Please tell them you did this. I want to be punished, and they'll try to stop me if they hear I did this. So please, if you could...?"
"...Fine." Sting replied, still not looking to him. His gaze was glued out the window. "I'll tell them I punished you. Now go. Repent, or do whatever is you choose to do."
"Y-Yes sir." Blake turned and walked towards the door, thankful that Sting would see to his request.
"One more thing, Blake." Blake paused. He could feel Sting's eyes burning a hole in his head. "If you, at any point decide you're done beating yourself up over this, you can come back. The doors always open for you. Okay?"
"...Okay." He replied. "Thank you, Master." With this, Blake walked out of his office. He walked through the guild hall with his head down. He knew he was about to pass by Michael and the others. He didn't pause, he couldn't. All he did was give them a single passing glance. They were all watching him, he took a spare moment to try and memorize their faces.
This'll be the last time I see any of them anyway.
After Blake had walked past them, Michael got up and bolted to his fathers office, heart on his throat. He burst the door down and stared at his fathers back, who was staring at the window.
"What happened?" He asked. His father didn't answer him. "Dad! What happened?!" After more silence, Sting sighed.
"We...Decided on his punishment." Michael's father turned to look at him. "Blake's leaving us."
...
"You...You kicked him out?" He nodded.
"He thought it was necessary...I didn't disagree with him." Michael felt like he was falling. This wasn't...
He...
"I'm sorry Michael, but...It was what we decided. That's final."
He didn't want to get kicked out...
Michael turned and sprinted from the office. He tore past his friends, ignoring them as they called out to him in confusion. He also had to make sure not to run right into Keita, who looked ready to greet him. He sprinted down the street, heading for Blake's place.
He didn't want to get kicked out! He's trying to protect us from the Olympians!
Michael gritted his teeth.
I won't let him! We're a team damn it!
Michael had to stop his sprinting several times in order to avoid the crowds of people, who obviously had no idea why he was sprinting through town. Michael finally reached Blake's address, and pounded his fist on the door.
"Blake!" He shouted. "Blake! Open this fucking door! You can't leave!" He got no response, which only freaked him out a bit more. "Blake! Come on man open up!"
"Michael!" Michael made a face and turned the direction he'd come to find the others running to join him. "What the hell are you doing?! What' wrong?"
"Blake's leaving!" He shouted, walking away from the door towards them. His words shocked them, clearly.
"What?!" Rina demanded. "Why?!"
"I..." Michael wasn't sure he could say something. Did he want the others to know about the Olympians? Not right now. "As his punishment!"
"Oh that's bullshit!" She replied.
"We can't let him leave!" Kyoko shouted, looking desperate. "Get the door open!"
"Is he even in there?" Juno asked, craning her neck to attempt to see in the window.
"I don't know, I...I just..." Michael ran a hand through his hair, trying to calm down. "We just need to..." Michael jumped as he heard a door open. He turned to find Blake standing outside his door, a bag slung over his shoulders.
He was on his way out. He turned and looked at them, but his expression remained indifferent at best.
"Blake..." Michael said.
"Guys." He said. "What're you doing?" Michael wanted to say something, but he wasn't sure what he was supposed to say.
"What are we doing?" Kyoko asked. "What are you doing? Why are you leaving?"
"I..." Blake paused, and looked away. "I want to make up for what I did."
"What you...are you fucking kidding?" Rina asked. "That shit you did to Fairy Tail? They're not mad!"
"I don't care."
"You should." Keita said. "It's not that big of a deal."
"Look, guys..." Blake sighed, and looked over at them. "I just want to do this my way, okay? Is that fine?"
"By leaving?" Juno demanded, putting her hands on her hips. "A bit much, don't you think?"
"No."
"Look Blake, whatever it is, let us help! We can...!"
"I cant let you!" Blake shouted. "I just want to leave!"
"But..." Rina tried.
"No fucking buts! Stop! I'm trying to be mature about this! Just stop making this hard!"
"By running away?!" Michael just watched this entire thing unfold, unsure of what to do. After arguing with Kyoko and Rina for a bit, Blake growled.
"Please," He hissed. "I'm just trying to do what's right!"
What is he getting at?
"You think this is right?" Kyoko demanded. "It isn't. What about us? Th others? You're a member of this guild Blake! You can't just leave!"
"It's what I've decided on." he answered. "What's worse? Leaving you guys or not respecting the wishes of a friend?" This silenced everyone, and Michael glared at the ground. "I want to leave. This is how I will repent. Whether or not you guys like it isn't in the equation. Okay?"
"But...But..." Kyoko tried.
"Please, I know this is hard, but I want this. Can you guys at the very least respect that?" Silence, then, "Besides, who said we won't see each other again down the road? You never know." No one spoke, and Blake sighed. "I'm sorry guys. I'll miss you, but please..." Michael took a deep breath.
"Fine, you bastard." He said, a pained smile on his face.
He's trying to protect us alright...But he's also protecting the whole town. If he leaves the Olympians won't attack the whole city to get to him. He's trying to limit how much damage is done for the sake of one life. Even if it hurts...He accepting the responsibility.
"Michael!" Kyoko shouted.
"Blake can walk whatever path he wishes." Michael said, keeping his eyes locked on Blake's. "We don't have any right to tell him what he can and can't do."
"But..."
"We don't, Kyoko." Keita said, placing a hand on her shoulder. He too looked upset, but also understanding. Kyoko glared at the ground angrily, and Juno sighed.
"Alright, if that's really want you want Blake."
"It is, Juno." Juno frowned, her eyes clearly fighting the tears.
"Okay." She opened her arms. "At least hug me goodbye, you prick." Blake laughed and reached forward, embracing Juno.
"I'm sorry." He said in her ear. "Keep everyone in line while I'm gone, eh?" Juno sniffled and laughed.
"I will." She said. The two broke apart, and Michael was surprised to see Rina immediately fill the void, hugging Blake.
"Stay safe, asshole." She hissed at him, making him chuckle and hug her back.
"You too sparky." She smacked the back of his head, and backed off shaking her head. Keita offered his hand. Blake took it and clenched it tightly.
"Good luck, man." Keita said. Michael almost felt like cracking a joke at the fact that Keita looked ready to cry. He would have had he not felt the same feeling coming over him.
"You too." Blake agreed, a slight smirk on his face. "Find yourself a girl, too. I can't wingman you now." This made Keita laugh, and they let go of each others hands. As they did, Blake turned to Kyoko, who was already crying. "Kyoko?" He asked. The girl looked up at him, an angry and yet sad look on her face.
She fell into his arms in a similar fashion of Juno and Rina, but with far less grace. Blake shook his head at this and hugged her tightly just like everyone else. After trying his best to console her, Kyoko raised her head up to Blake's, and started to whisper something in his ear. Michael had no idea what she was talking about, but whatever she said made him close his eyes and look somewhat defeated. She moved away from him and kissed his cheek, before backing up and trying to control herself. Michael felt like asking any questions would be a bad idea.
And finally, the only one who'd not said their goodbyes was him. Blake looked at him with a sad smile, but Michael remained stationary. Blake offered his hand, holding up for Michael. He looked at it before he clasped it, and moved his eyes back to Blake.
"See ya some time, Michael." He said. Michael didn't reply. "Hope things go alright for you." Michael, still, did not reply. "Michael? Don't tell me you're gonna cry man, it's oka...!"
Michael pulled Blake in right up next to him, making their heads side by side.
"I know what you're doing." Michael said. "You're trying to heroically sacrifice yourself." Blake remained quiet. "You have no idea how much it hurts doing this, but I know you won't stop no matter what we do. You'll probably disappear off the face of the planet soon, eh?"
"Probably."
"Hm." Michael tightened his grip on Blake's hand. "So listen to me. Nashi is pretty heavily involved with the Olympians. At one point, maybe even soon, she'll butt heads with them. And I promised I'd be by her side if she got into trouble." Blake was quiet. "If we win, by some miracle...I want you to come home. Okay?" Blake didn't say anything for a moment, but he then laughed.
"I cant even guarantee I'll survive the week, but..." He said, his grip also tightening. "If by any chance, no matter how slim, you defeat them, you can bet your ass I'll be on the first train home." Michael smirked.
"You watch yourself man. I won't forgive you if you die out there."
"I'd expect no less." Michael reached out and clapped his free hand on Blake's back. Blake did the same to hm and they separated. Blake stepped back at bit.
"Well, I suppose this is it." He said. "I better get going." He turned on his heel and left. Michael watched him go, listening to the sniffles of his friends as some held it in better than others.
"Hey, Nashi. I've been meaning to ask you guys something since the Games."
Michael closed his eyes as the memory came back to him from Halsey's office.
"What's up?"
"I saw your guild do this. What does it mean? I've been curious for a while now but never asked."
"That's just some thing our Master came up with as a kid. When you do it, it's usually an act of support. 'No matter where you are, we're always looking your way'. That's what it means."
Michael looked down at his hand as it did the salute Nashi had taught him the meaning of. He smiled weakly.
Thanks for the info, Nashi.
Michael's hand shot up, the salute high in the air as he watched Blake retreating.
Because no matter where he goes, I'll always be looking his way.
As Blake walked away, he got an odd feeling in his stomach. He turned, and made a face.
All five of his friends were doing that Fairy Tail salute thing he'd seen their guild doing during the Games. He had no idea what it meant, but seeing all five of them doing it at was quite possibly their last meeting touched his heart. Michael smiled at him as tears leaked out of the corner of his eye.
"Take care of yourself, you son of a bitch!" He shouted, his voice cracking. "That's the least you can do after breaking our hearts!" Blake watched his friends send him off, fighting off the tears he too felt coming. After he did so, he smiled widely.
"Will do." He whispered. As he turned, he genuinely felt the urge to turn around and return to them. It, in that moment, felt worth the risk. But he couldn't, he knew that. Risking the lives of the whole city for his own desires was selfish. He just needed to disappear. And that's what he'd do.
As he walked through town away from his friends, for the first time in weeks, Blake felt at peace. It was certainly a feeling he relished in, as soon it'd be shattered.
He was not, however, expecting it to be immediate.
"My my, that was touching." Blake froze at the voice. Turning slowly, he saw a man standing on the road, watching him. the man had smooth brown hair and eyes of the same, and was carrying a staff in his right hand which was adorned with the Caduceus, the symbol of his godly power.
"Hermes." Blake breathed, body tensing up in preparation for a brawl. Hermes, however, seemed indifferent.
"Almost made me shed a tear, Blake. Good stuff." He smirked as he walked over, brown cloak flowing in the wind. "Would be a shame if they died horribly." Blake growled.
"You leave them be or else."He hissed, plasma circulating his form. Hermes laughed.
"Oh silly Blake. I'm not here for them. I'm here to tell you something." Blake raised and eyebrow, and Hermes leaned on his staff. "Zeus is giving you one more chance. If you come with me back to the mountain he promises your friends won't be harmed in the upcoming fight."
"And if I don't?" Blake asked. Hermes' smile darkened.
"Then they'll all perish." He replied. "Just like anyone else who gets in the way. We may even start with that girl who admitted having feelings for you. What was her name?" Blake's eyes widened. "Kyoka? Close enough. Anyway, that's the offer boy. What do you say?"
"...Haha." Hermes made a confused sound, but Blake continued to laugh before he steeled his resolve. "What kind of idiot do you take me for? I know damn well once you guys have what you want that no one except those who pledge allegiance to your Master won't survive." And at this, Blake smirked. "And I know damn well that not a single one of those five would dare bend a fucking knee for you!" Hermes stared at Blake, emotionless, before he shrugged.
"So be it." He said. "But know this, Blake Hunt. Pray that we never meet again, for if we do that day will be your last." Blake growled.
"Funny." He said. "I was about to say the same fucking thing to you." Hermes glared at Blake. Before long the magical pressure picked up, and Hermes disappeared with a gust of wind. Blake glared downwards at this, thinking over what the man had told him.
If they really do succeed...If they get what they want...It doesn't matter what I do. Everyone who doesn't listen will die.
Sighing, Bake turned and continued his walk. Wherever he was going, he knew it was nowhere close. Best prepare. As he reached the exit of the city, he frowned as he thought of his friends, who he'd made cry. Surely there was something he could do for them...One last sendoff.
Ah, I know. She may not be happy to see me, but I know she'll listen to my request. Hopefully. My journey might end there if she doesn't.
"Are you serious?" Nashi demanded. Mira nodded with a laugh.
"Yeah, these are all for you." Nashi paled as she stared at the heap of job requests. For the past four days she'd been running around like a servant for people, and she'd done at least twelve jobs since Keita had showed to help Elise. This was insane.
"Poor thing." Nashi narrowed her eyes and turned to glare at Drake, who was smirking at her. "Too much work?" Nashi smirked.
"More than you, sucker." She replied. Drake rolled his eyes and ruffled her hair, getting a cry of indignation.
"Just cause not all of us can create a holy fireball big enough to incinerate several city blocks doesn't mean we're any less requested." He said. I've done fair amount of work too."
"Oh I'm sure. Get any jobs for a date? I'm sure your fanclub sent a few." Drake groaned and hung his head, which made Nashi and Mira both laugh. In any case, these people seriously needed to realize that they could only do so many.
"Oh, uh, okay. Nashi!" Nashi made a face at this and turned at her mothers voice. When she did, her eyes widened. "You have a visitor." Said visitor was standing in the doorway, watching her. Nashi felt a bit uneasy.
"Blake?"
Focusing a lot on Sabertooth, huh? Well they're pretty important, so big deal. I hope you enjoyed, leave a review! Let's try and get five!