For a moment to he two walked silently beyond the Gates. Both were too shy to say anything. Mirajane sighs and looks around the woody area in search of...anything really. Maykel did the same, glancing at her few times.
"So...do you know where you're going?" Maykel finally says awkwardly.
She pulls out a map from her bag and looks over it.
"This is an area always forbidden to upcoming assassins like us," she starts, pointing to a spot on the map, "I'm guessing the brutes have something to do with this place. " Maykel nods and reviews the map quickly.
"So this way?" He points to the right slightly as Mirajane nods.
"It's gonna take..atleast a few days to get to this." She pointed out a spot about halfway to where they were going. It seemed to be a waterfall with a pond at the bottom.
"I've been there before. The pond is clean so we could bathe there too." Maykel adds in. Mirajane blushes slightly and nods. She hoped he wasn't a pervert. She didn't want him watching her bathe.
It was silent for a while again as they followed a dirt path. The path slowly got smaller and smaller until they were walking simply where they thought was the correct way. Mirajane would glance at the map sometimes and turn directions slightly. Maykel would just follow her smiling slightly.
Maykel looked up and stopped walking.
"It's almost dark. You should rest." He said looking at her.
"You can rest. I'm still walking. " Mirajane says starting to keep walking. He grabs her arm and pulls her back.
"We can get lost easier in the dark. Besides we've been going for a while and you look tired." He argues back.
But in fact she was tired. She had already been worn out from hunting game earlier. She gives in and nods slightly. She blinked sleepily, her eyes closing more and more. She murmurs a goodnight and falls forward on him, asleep.
"Huh?" Maykel catches her and barely blushes. He then smiles and picks her up bridal style and leaps onto a tree branch. He lands on a good one and sits in a small crevice where the limbs branch out.
"Goodnight.." He mumbles quietly and kisses her head. He falls asleep lightly, holding her. -------
Maykel wakes up to teh sound of birds but when he looks up a gun is pointed to his head by a rather small red haired girl. Standing behind her is a tall dark haired man with bright blue eyes.
"Wh-Whats happening?" Maykel says, not moving.
There was no reply as the dark haired man stepped closer.
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The Assassin Leader
FantastikMirajane Wesley was born into the Red League. A league of rage, a league of war. Being born into this she was raised like this. She was like any other assassin child at the league. Only in her blood was the line of League Leaders. She never wanted t...