A watching the future fanfic. It's currently X781, three years before canon. A group of Fairy Tail mages find themselves in a large building, with no known way out.
They sit down, and they watch the future.
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This episode features [Episode 11] of the anime and [Chapter 25-27] of the manga.
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(#10)
[The Cursed Island]
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"So, do I want to know why Natsu and Gray are running like madmen across the perimeters of upstairs, playing Pacer Test with my babies as relay batons with themselves?" Bickslow asks.
"I don't know why they took your babies."
"Thanks, that explains nothing."
No one could come to an agreement on anything, there was too much chaos over theorizing about genuinely everyone, and some people wanted some privacy to sink into their own depressive thoughts or something. So collectively, the guild decided to take a break and have a huge cleanup before continuing the watch.
And Bickslow had just finished kitchen duty to find his babies were gone. Seriously, that is not supposed to happen.
Evergreen looks at him with a face of complete disgust.
Levy answers for her. "Gray lost the game, but then everyone made a point that Natsu doesn't deserve a servant after being an idiot in the last episode. So things escalated and they started trying to find out who was stronger once and for all."
"And that turned into a race?"
"Erza convinced them not to fight," Evergreen says, "so they went with dreadful athletic competitions instead."
"What are they, masochists?"
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"Are you still upset, Cana?"
Surprisingly, it's Freed that comes to her, two cans of soda in his hand and a glass in the other.
He'd found her in the second hall– on the other end of the main hall. This room was considerably smaller, and was generally differently shaped with differently coloured furniture– but it at least had the same amount of couches and lounging space.
It was right by the dorms.
"At least bring me flowers," Cana grumbles, sprawled over the couch.
"You're on an alcohol ban for the next twenty four hours," Freed says.
Cana whines, "this is domestic abuse!"
"I am not your spouse."
"Then what are you, Freed?" Cana asks.
And when Freed turns his eyes down, Cana is looking right at him, rolled over, face flushed with drunkenness– but her eyes are firm, and full of yearning.
