feral | sting eucliffe

III | IS

Episode 3: Into Sabertooth!

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"FAIRY TAIL," Yukino uttered, brown eyes widening at the piece of parchment. "They didn't stand a chance?" Minerva closed her eyes, looking to the side as she sighed, arms crossing over her bosoms. Her heeled boot tapped the wood floors as she clarified, "They weren't beaten. The Kyuuseishu, as they call themselves, fled. Anyway, it was Natsu's fault for making such a ruckus."

Yukino's expression fell at that. Even Fairy Tail couldn't catch them? Then again, they didn't even put up a fight! . . . but they took out four armadas in a week! Just how strong are these people?!

"Stop overthinking," An arm wrapped around her shoulders, followed by a mop of blonde hair, a cocky grin, and a maroon exceed. She blinked wildly, turning to her left. Sting grinned, beaming brightly at her. Even though they were in deep peril, it seemed that he didn't have a care in the world. "W-What?" She uttered, a pink blush forming on her cheeks.

Sting tilted his head, still smiling. "You have that look on your face again. The overthinking one, y'know?" He mused as she blushed. Either this boy was utterly dense and was unintentionally flirting with her and he actually paid attention to her or he was making up lies just to get in her pants. Either way, Yukino was absolutely caught off guard by his comments.

Minerva rolled her eyes at his behavior, crossing his arms. "Rogue, come over here," She waved her arm as the black haired mage looked up from his cup of water. "What is it, Milady?" Minerva smirked, making sure that Sting was within earshot. "I need someone sensible to discuss this with." Rogue stifled a snicker at that, watching Sting have a temper tantrum.

"Nonetheless," With a slight shake of her head, her serious side came out as she pointed at the parchment written by Makarov himself. "Fairy Tail's team Natsu were going after the Kyuuseishu just two days ago, but they got away last minute. Turns out we know one of the team member's powers, it's shape shifting. Question is, which one?"

Rogue shrugged, staring at the handwriting. "No idea. We don't even have any evidence on what they look like. A few guards were alive to say something, but they couldn't even give a good description. One of them from the recent attack mentioned a black haired girl with pigtails and a brunette." He commented curtly, having read the newspaper earlier.

Sting seemed to chip in for a moment, cheek resting on his knuckles as his elbow was on the table. "We don't even know how many there are," He sighed, averting his blue eyes. He seemed to be on edge with the whole thing too, but less involved about it. Rufus approached, red hat lilting with his movements. "Perhaps I could look into one of the soldier's minds?"

"And look at their memories?" Rogue turned around slightly to look at Rufus. "Most are either in a coma or are still recovering. I doubt they'd let someone get all handsy with magic on them after something like that." He mentioned, considering the stakes of the entire idea in the first place. Lector piped up, cheering. "Don't knock it till you try it!"

Frosch piped up, crawling onto Rogue's lap from underneath the table. "Fro thinks so too!" She chimed, moving her paws in a happy motion. Yukino smiled at the plan forming together, "Lector's right on that. We can still try, but we just can't get our hopes completely up. I can try contacting some infirmaries and see where they're at?"

Rogue scratched his cheek thoughtfully, "Most will be at the dock, right? I mean, they did come from an island." Yukino smiled, nodding as she took that into perspective. Getting up from the table, she waved. "I guess I'll go do some of my own research for now! I'll see you all tomorrow!" She chimed, walking out the door.

Minerva looked back at the letter, staring at it some more. Rogue suddenly spoke bitterly, chewing on the inside of his tongue. "Kyuuseishu. Saviors? They call themselves saviors. . . " He mumbled. It didn't seem to be that malicious, but his tone and stiff muscles said otherwise. It bothered him on how they called themselves that, but were willing to eradicate so many people.

The lady noticed, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. "It's fine, Rogue. We'll get them. Won't we, Sting?" She looked over at his best friend, knowing that he would need his reassurance as well. Sting looked up, grinning widely as he held up a thumbs up. "Of course! We got this in the bag!" He shouted, seeming elated.

Orga suddenly popped up from behind him, wielding an electric guitar and a microphone. "WE GOT THIS IN THE BAG!" He yelled into the microphone, making everybody wince as he strummed a bunch of strings that didn't even work with the tune he was singing in. The guild fell into chaos.

"Who bought him another microphone?!"

"How did he even get the guitar? I stuck it up my ass!"

"You did what, Johnny?!"

Soon, fights broke out and tables were damaged. Sting, who would usually be happy at this scene, dropped his head onto the table in defeat. "The paperwork. . . " He whined quietly, thinking about the mountains of paper he'd have to sign in order to repay for all the damaged and destroyed furniture.

"Charge Orga for it, simple." Minerva nodded at Sting, a sly smirk playing on her lips as his eyes lit up gratefully. He ran after Orga—who was now being chased out of the guild—shouting and throwing his hands out like a crazy person. "ORGA! GIVE ME YOUR MONEY! WHAT'S YOUR PIN NUMBER?! ORGA, GET BACK HERE, YOU BUFFOON!"

Everyone in the guild flinched when a bright flash of light was followed by the yelling, revealing Sting dragging Orga behind him as he held up a credit card victoriously. "I got it! I got it!" He cheered like a child, waving it in the air as he grinned. Rogue sighed, watching his best friend in disbelief. "That idiot."