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

Chapter Twenty

"Fro sad..." Frosche whimpers, hugging Rogue's chest tightly.

"We didn't have a choice Frosche... Hana would've tagged along no-matter what, demanding her to stay behind was our only option." Rogue replies, his eyes downcast as is his tone. Heartache filling him the movement he yelled at Hana to stay behind.

Never, in over five years have they went anywhere without Hana. She was always there with them, always with Rogue. Even walking through town without her makes him feel like he's missing something. Yet he's just missing her. They have been a team for years and always will be.

Telling her that she wasn't coming with them was the most difficult thing he could've ever done.

And... He heard her immediately leaving the main guild hall. She was mad... Or she was sad.

"Agreed... I mean, if Tartoros are still wanting her after so many years... even though she can hold her own and would help us bring Our lady back... We can't risk it." Sting agrees, feeling at a loss, however, not as much as Rogue.

"Don't worry! We'll be back with our lady before she knows it!" Lector encourages.

"I'll explain to her when we return..." Rogue mutters. Frosche tightening her hold.

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"Thy did nothing wrong..." Hana growls, "Thy did nothing wrong!" she repeats slamming a hand against her wardrobe with force. The wooden planks of the wardrobe crumbling and collapsing in on itself allowing an assortment of attire to be visible from the inside.

"Why did thou leave me...?" Her voice lost all anger, but filled with pain. "Is this what thy hath been told is pain...?" With her back against the wall. Amber glaring eyes at the ceiling. Ker snapping her jaw and pawing the carpet, centimetres from Hana's feet.

'Zeref said to stay safe... Rogue and comrades wouldn't know that though...' She thinks, wrapping her arms around herself tightly. 'Zeref...' She turns and pressed her forehead against the wall, clicking her tongue. Books scattered over the bed with near enough the same concept of a title.

Emotions: Happiness, sadness, fear, anger, lust... Many others in which are turned over, with bookmarks threaded through each one. The pages worn and spines crumbling from the amount of time reading them.

"My body trembling... Anger... Or Sadness..." With a swift swipe, she knocks a few of the books off her bed, grasping a book with 'Anger' written on the front. A book gifted to her by Minerva as a sort of 'joke' after watch Jiemma nearly destroy a wall in rage from a failed mage years prior.

Yet, she doesn't open it, but throws it towards the mirror, shattering it, resulting in shards falling to the ground in its heaps. "Thy isn't feeling anger..." her eyes wonder back to the remaining books on the bed, "Is it sadness...?" She shakes her head, leaning down and picking up the cover of a book in which fell apart on impact.

"What would Rogue tell thy...?" She makes a strange face before shaking her head again. "Betrayal?" She murmurs, running her fingers over the cursive writing on the cover. "No... That's what Rogue will feel... As will the rest of Sabertooth..."

A soft hum leaves Hana's lips as tingles spread across her arms as if someone stood behind her and holding her tightly from behind. All forms of negative emotions fading from her facial expression, yet they still consume her innards like a raging volcano, ready to be released from its slumber.

"Thy shalt stay out of sight... Thou told thy..." Hana mutters, going softly over every word Zeref had told her. Some aloud, some muttered, some whispered, and some thought. She knows he's trying to contact her with subtle movements.