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Bored. They were bored. Completely and utterly, soul crushingly bored! How anyone who was present as a spectator could find the Grand Magic Games interesting of all things – well they had no idea. The other mage spectators were all feeling it too – you just needed that itch yourself to be able to spot it. Tensed muscles, limbs shaking in impatience, hands clutching the stands as if for dear life. Each mage had their own tell and they all said one thing, that they wanted to fight. How the last GMG had been even somewhat passable for entertainment was questionable but then again, with a quick glance to where Fairy Tail stood last time, things were far different this go around.
Another problem of sorts that made their current position even more frustrating however was the fact that it wasn’t even going to be an interesting battle. All it takes is someone with a strategic and analysing brain to know that one team was holding back all the way through and is about to “surprise” everyone with their sudden burst in power. Letting out a yawn they realised that they were so bored they even forgot the two teams’ names… and that could prove a problem as it was somewhat their job to know. Would they be writing the article on the GMG final? Well no, but as acting support to Jason they probably should at least know the difference between the two guilds fighting it out right now. Mavis if Jason said cool one more time….
“Cool! Cool!! Cool!!!! The final battle is about to begin! Argh it’s gonna be so awesome – I’m leaning towards Crixak as our champions but Scarmiglione have delivered ‘come-from-behind’ wins every time! Who are you leaning towards as our winners Lucy?”
Having been with companions for the past couple days they should have been used to Jason’s (excessive) use of ‘cool’ – key words: should have. Honestly how a four-letter word could become so grating was sure to be a talent Jason possessed. That being said, it really didn’t help their current boredom predicament. Letting out a sigh, they realised Jason’s comment was probably long overdue an answer – thanking the stars that Jason provided the names that had previously escaped their memory.
“Sure, Crixak is really good but according to everything I’ve seen and noted down, the members of Scarmiglione are better. Every single one of them, individually, probably has twice as much power as Crixak, but they’ve been hiding it. Trying to fix the odds among the bookies, I guess.”
Did Jason need to know that ‘noted down’ was a way of explaining away the (perhaps excessive) amount of time they were glued to their notebook? Probably not. Or that it was full of nothing more than doodles –including some of Jason depicted in different forms of torture? Most definitely not. In their opinion, doodles were far better than crying tears of boredom, jumping into the ring out of sheer frustration or actually torturing “Mr. Cool”. In fact, they were convinced Jason’s welcome letter to the Mister Men family should be arriving any day now.
“Cool!!!!!! That was awesome, Lucy!! You had it pegged!!”
Sighing again – after realising the match was over – they were ready to head out of the arena until the first interesting part of the GMG occurred; a lone character walked into the arena. Acting defensively at first, they relaxed dramatically once they heard the voice of the idiot wannabe lizard. Unsurprisingly this was followed up by flames that melted not only people’s clothes but the entire stadium – oh Mavis does nothing ever change! How was that pink haired buffoon able to stay hidden from their search for so long? Of course, the second Natsu steps into public, a whole damn stadium would be melted down!!
“Long time no see, Lucy!”
Ah best not to tell them (namely Happy) that they temporarily forgot about the flying blue cat. A year of not being teased about their weight or size had done a world of good. Maybe they’d get another notebook to act as stress-relief for when the comments started again. Keep this up and maybe they’d switch from journalism to illustration – unless the presence of Natsu and Happy was the first sign of changes to come. Smirking to themselves and unleashing their mischievous side, they realised life was about to get really interesting.
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It took them around a month before the guild was up and running again but now, jumping forward a couple of weeks, the band was all back together. Wait, scratch that thought before Mira even catches wind of it – Mavis only knows what kind of supernatural powers that woman had. Oh they could picture the car-crash-cacophony that Fairy Tail (the band – patent pending) was sure to be. Mira would be singing sweetly before Gajeel demanded a solo – who would promptly be shu-bi-du-bopped on the head and knocked out. Gray and Natsu – neither having a musical cell let alone bone in their entire body – would battle it out yet again as part of their never-ending rivalry. Meaning, guitar solos. Yet if you play at the same time is it truly a solo? Should they even call it playing? No, most definitely not. The more the usual suspects were added – anyone who is ever present in one of the famous Fairy Tail brawls – and then the reluctant participants – poor Levy and Wendy were sure to be in the back, holding tambourines – and they had to fight the shudder that wracked through them at even the thought of the “music” they’d be sure to make.
“Hey Lucy!”
Cheering internally for the resident drunk who pulled them from those headache inducing thoughts – thank Mavis for Cana! – they turned to see what their new job behind the bar had in store for them now.
“Hey Cana, what can I get for you? Another barrel?”
At Cana’s nod, they turned to fetch the requested barrel. After being so hopelessly bored as a journalist, and the strong wish to fight at the GMG, choosing to fill the job as bartender of the guild seems along the same lines. However – mischievous side appearing again – this time there was a purpose to their actions, far more so than before. There was perhaps nothing they loved more than a bit of pranking and harmless deception. All was slotting so nicely into place and having completed their requested task already, they were enjoying hanging around for more fun. That is before a yell came out of the usual brawl and fire, ice, metal and a table of all things, went slamming into them. After being hit by their third table of the day [it’s Fairy Tail, anything is possible] they knew that they’d reached their limit. So sending their apologies to their Princess, the two twins gave the guild a wave and a quick ‘Piri Piri’ before poofing back into the Celestial Spirit World.
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Some months before Gemini’s secret was uncovered, a figure dressed in clothes from the heavens themselves paused on the boarders of Fiore for one last look. A sad smile crossed their face before whispering their goodbyes. As they turned to leave and crossed the border, a pink guild mark vanished from a hand extended in a final Fairy salute. The disappearance of a mark which once belonged to the final fairy standing.