Trash: A Collection of Stories

Chapter 10

"Lucy, that was amazing," Zeref congratulated me as I walked passed him.

"If you say so, I think it was horrible," I said.

"Well, you might have to do that if the dragon slayers resist or if anyone tries to stand in our way. You did the right thing."

"Yeah, Chi is hardcore man."

"You should use her more often, seriously that was some work you did on him. Literally, you got upset when he didn't bleed after you threw him against the castle."

"If you think she's an odd one, wait until you see Fuzen and Homura in action."

"That could be really soon, they could help us train the others."

"I'm not sure that would be a good idea, didn't you see how much Chi changed me?"

"They'll have to deal with dragons if we don't hurry up our mission, better be safe than sorry."

"If that's what you wish."

"Good, we will be landing soon. I want you to take all five of them out and don't hold back. Jellal should be able to defeat you, but I just want to make sure. And I want to see the two love birds go at it."

"We aren't actually in love, he said it's better for others to have a reason to hate me so they will move on when I leave."

"That's a whole lot of bull crap, people gave up on you when you left the fairy tail guild."

"Oh, that makes me feel so much better."

"I knew it would, now go get ready we've arrived."

The ship landed in a field I've never seen before. Zeref said the ship travels pretty fast and it would only take minutes to get a few hundred miles from the kingdom. We all piled off and found a nice spot.

"Who's going first?" Zeref asked.

"Come on, Zancrow. I want to see what you got," I waved him to the middle.

"Alright," he stood opposite of me.

"Pick a demon," I listed the names out to him.

"Setsumi sounds hot, bring her out."

"Don't judge people by their descriptions," I scoffed but looked up to the sky. "Satan Soul: Setsumi!" The ground began rumbling and the transformation started. My body was clothed neck to ankles in a blue tight jumpsuit. My hair turned white and curly, falling down around you shoulders. Leather blue boots came up to my knees and snowflakes covered my face. My irises were an extremely light shade of blue, barely noticeable from the white of my eye. Finally, my hands wore a pair of fuzzy gloves and a matching fuzzy scarf went around my neck.

"Yep, definitely hot," Zancrow grinned.

"I'll punch your face in."

"Try me." I lifted my arms up and made it start snowing. "What kind of attack is this?"

"Snow blizzard," I whispered, clasping my hands together. The snow picked up and he was buried to his waist. "Now," I leapt into the air. Zancrow was a step ahead of me and melted the snow. Not bad, God slayer. I twirled around, snowflakes raining from my arms. Once they came in contact with his skin, they left marks. The snow was so cold, it burned.

Zancrow flinched and breathed his fire at me. I clouded his eyesight and punched him in the face, sending him back. He laid for a second then was back on his feet. Trying his fire breath again, I charged, slipping my gloves off. My bare hands were placed on both of his cheeks and he turned cold.