[REWRITE] [FAIRYTAIL X BNHA]
Falling into a world completely different from her own, Naomi, a well-known dragon slayer, has to both harbor a life of school and heros- and keep her secret hidden, yet still trying to find a way home.
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╚═══*.·:·.🦋✧ ✦ ✧🦋.·:·.*═══╝ ⋅•⋅⊰∙∘🦋༓🦋∘∙⊱⋅•⋅ Hell wasn't what Naomi had expected.
Surprisingly, it was a hell of alot nicer than she had originally thought it out to be. With fire, lava, demons, ect. The worst thing anyone would find here was like- a murderer working retail(don't worry, if they inflict any physical pain on others, they're eliminated.)
See. The problem- seven year old Naomi was one of the murderers. Was it bad she didn't want to work as a salesperson for the rest of eternity? Waking up at nine and working behind some cashier 'till five, then going to some beat up apartment, that she'd probably have to share with others because she was seven? What a nice way to start off your death.
Currently, Naomi sat in a little room, with a couple wooden chairs and some old books she didn't bother to give a second glace to- she didn't know how to read. Zirconis had never taught her, plus- she had never even had the chance to touch a book or scroll, so what was the point in learning? Because, why would a seamstress teach herself blacksmithing? What was the point?
Exactly. There's none.
Turning her head curiously, she caught sight of a few others- both of them were much older, maybe in their late twenties maybe early thirties? One of them had his nose in one of the books, his hair a soft bubblegum pink, and he seemed to have pretty turquoise eyes. He, at least to her didn't seem like he would have done something that could have scored him down into hell.
"Heya mister." She said, as she kicked her dangling legs and lightly bounced in her seat. She was never one to sit still, the girl needed things to entertain herself with.
The man quirked a brow, but neverthless curtly closed the book and placed it on his lap, "Yes?" He answered. His gaze seemed to burn into her, no, not in a perverted way- it was more curious than anything. Who wouldn't be confused, a girl of seven years got herself into hell? And she's going into trial? Not something you see everyday.
"What'd you do to get here?" Naomi asked, leaning her head onto her arm, that rested on the arm rest of the wooden chair. It was disgustingly uncomfortable, but she wanted to keep looking at his exotic features, "You look too pretty to be here."
He blinked, taking a small moment to process her last statement, and let out a small chuckle; the girl was amusing. "I host- or, hosted some illegal fights." The man found no harm in telling her, they were both dead anyway- and it wasn't like the girl knew anything about-
