His Demonic Bride - Zeref x OC x Rogue ( Fairy Tail )

Part Eight

"Enjoy it... Rufus... You might not get another fight until the end of the games. Don't falter... " Hana mumbles, turning around and slowly following after Rogue whose heading back towards the tunnel. Not before giving a silent glare towards Natsu.

"I always enjoy it, Hana. Nor, do I ever falter." Rufus replies swiftly, tilting his hat to Hana's retreating figure before she vanishes into the depths of the tunnel, along with the other Sabertooth competitors. Rogue stopping Hana halfway through the tunnel, awaiting Sting and Yukino to vanish from sight.

"You kept his hair, Hana." Rogue mutters, glancing at his companion with calculating and emotionless eyes. Keeping it like that, as normal when in public. Yet, Hana loves it more when his eyes show his emotions in her presence.

Hana nods her head softly, "Yes, thy thought it would scare thou boy. Thy also got some words in. Thou boy seems to underestimate you... me... I couldn't stand and listen to him." With a raised hand, she cups his cheek, running a thumb over it.

Rogue staying quiet, having heard her when speaking to him on the arena floor. "Leave Natsu to Sting... Alright? You know how much him beating him means." Rogue replies, pulling her down the tunnel. Sting grinning wildly as all two of them make it to the stands where himself and Yukino already are.

Sting pressing his elbows on the stone wall beside Lector, the rules of 'Hidden' being announced towards the competitors. A large town materializing in the centre, separating each member into different sections. The game of 'Hidden' beginning.

Ker makes a gurgling sound out of the back of her throat. Her body lying on the stone wall with eyes closed shut. Frosche cuddled up against her side and Ker's tail wrapped around her. Hana staying within the shade of the stands with Rogue close by. Yukino standing silently watching the arena floor.

Rogue and Hana's eyes locked on the lacrima that accommodates their stands.

Hidden commences with difficulty, but like Hana thought, Fairytail aren't doing well. Nor Juvia or Grey, yet Raventail are targeting them and are up to something in Hana's eyes. Their guild doesn't fool her, she's even voiced her words towards her comrades who shrugged and didn't allow it to bother them.

So it won't bother her either.

"Thou's magic is awfully bright... Although, thou can't compare to Sting's..." Hana states, her eyes watching Rufus's spell, 'Night of the falling stars' strike down easily on every single competitor, gaining him multiple points, just as the timer blares the end of the game.

Amusement but a flash of pity at the failure of Fairytail.

"It's a lightning attribute, while Sting's is pure light, or holy magic. Hana-san." Lector grins in her direction. Cheering smugly for Rufus, who he knew would win easily. "Fro thinks it's' pretty..." Frosche smiles, waving her paws in the air.

"Hana. Your battle is second." A guard states, pulling the team from their thoughts. Hana nods, nudging Rogue's shoulder with her own, giving a faint smile which causes Rogue's inners to warm. Mouthing a silent, 'See you soon'.

"Show your strength! Hana-san!" Lector calls out, fist bumping to air. Hana waving towards her comrades before closing the door to the stands behind her.

Wandering through the corridors, taking small, yet simple detours through the empty concession stands. The cheers and noise from above leaving no room for silence, nor any room for Hana's ears to relax. Her fingers trailing along the stone walls as her body instantly halts.

Her eyes emotionless as she seizes up the male who nearly bumped into her. Sparking of remembrance of this masked male from Team B of Fairytail. Giving a scoff, Hana doesn't lose eye contact as she steps forward, twisting her body to narrowly miss him before retreating to reach the tunnel.

"Watch where you're going." She'd mutter, yet she knows his eyes followed her until she left field of view.

No form of lacrima's hung on the walls, leaving Hana to only hear the announcers speaking of the beginning battle between Raven tail and Fairytail. Which has sparked Hana's interest, knowing all too well that they are planning something.

Ten minutes, of long waiting, she stood, awaiting the battle to end, with Raven tail's victory, and Fairytail's defeat. But something about one of those girls' magic reminds her of Yukino.

"And our second battle, from Quatro Cerberus, we have Warcry! Battling against one you all love, from Sabertooth, Hana!" Taking a soothing breathe, she slowly begins making her way through the tunnel, breaking free of it minutes later to be faced with a member of that guild who she has yet to battle.

"You have thirty minutes to battle! The timer begins when the gong is hit!" The mascot calls out, sprinting, or hobbling off the field straight towards safety, knowing Hana's adaptation magic well via previous years.

The gong is hit, and within seconds, Warcry's eyes burst with tears that drench the sand below. Hana standing unhinged, nor worried as she mutters the simple word, 'Adapt' under her breath. The sand spiralling, wrapping around her legs and pulling her body into its depths, all while Warcry continues to sob.

The sand behind Hana's opponent wavers, causing Warcry to stumble, yet his eyes don't stop the waterworks. With a body made of sand, Hana reappears, gaining screams of praise and applause from the crowds. Her own comrade's catching her attention.

Hovering extremely tall, taller than many people combined, Warcry's eyes wide as he looks over the sudden being. A large shadow cascading over him. With a mask, feathers and gown covering her, she is nothing by sand. Some patches wet due to his tears.

Despite her beautiful and graceful appearance, she is deadly. Like they always say.

"I became the sand... I cannot falter." Hana mumbles, the magical pressure surrounding her increasing as she raises her large left hand, slamming it down on Warcry who gasps and yells in agony. Hana secretly stealing his magical energy while he's underneath.

Raising her hand, Warcry left unconscious, cheers and screams from the audience towards her. "Yo! Hana! Make it more entertaining!" Gliding closer towards the Sabertooth stands, her sand fingers cracking as she soothes a shadow over the crowds, raising her hands in the air. Sand rising in patches towards the centre of the arena.

Just as Warcry's being brought out by medics.

Hana's body vanishing beneath the sand, reappearing seconds later like normal, with no sand covering or coaxing her body. The only thing different is the slight tingle of having his magic surge through her hand. The sand in the centre forms into the Sabertooth symbol. Bright and dazzling.

"We are Sabertooth." Hana mutters. Swiftly exiting the arena into her tunnel. Rogue has been one to tell her, that her magic is beautiful. That's it deserves to be shown more often.

Yet, Z... he says the exact same. And every time she and he meets.

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More of a filler, but I've gotten a lot of people asking to see another piece of how she can adapt, there you go! And for the way she can cause afflictions, will be made known later in the story. :)xo

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