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Name: Ayuzawa, Hitomi (. & .)

Age: 19

Personality: She's very easy-going and it takes a lot to get her angry. She's also very playful and loves to enjoy herself and make others happy. Hitomi respects everyone, unless there's a reason for her respect to waver.

Magic: Her winds a VERY light violet color.

-Wind Dissipate: She can de-bond atoms and erase particles in any object, completely erasing her target or the opponent's attack.

-Wind Materialize: Manipulating particles and atoms to bond, surging them into any item or the opponent to make it completely sold; if enough's added it can explode.

-Wind Bind: Wind that shoots from Hitomi's pointer finger, binding her opponent and canceling their magic. The wind lives by itself; she doesn't control it so there's a certain amount of time for her to use the attack before the wind completely slashes the enemy to pieces.

-Wind Scar: Blades of wind that can slice anything, even pure unbreakable metal, in half.

-Wind Revolver: A huge Tornado that engulfs Hitomi—changes in size by her command—and drills at its target.

-Wind Pinball Revolver: (Can only be used during Wind Revolver) Tornado curves around the opponent, bouncing off surfaces to gain momentum—increasing the power. It's so fast that the opponent can't see anything; they're just stuck in a huge wind storm.

-Wind Requip: Twin Blades – Two identical samurai swords are pulled out from an opening between Hitomi's scapulas—which once opened reveals a blinding, ultra violet light.

-Twin Blades Wind Scar: (Only used after Wind Requip: Twin Blades) A violet wind wraps around the swords (it's the same as the wind scar but more powerful) Hitomi crosses the swords in front of her as the wind around the metal eventually engulfs her body. She, slashes in a crisscross motion sending blades of wind towards her opponent.

-Twin Blades Exterminate: (Only used after Wind Requip: Twin Blades) A dark purple wind wraps around the sword and Hitomi raises the crosses swords above her head as she kneels on the ground, eventually slamming them into the ground. The wind from the metal surges through the ground, blowing the entire ground like a landmine field.

Stars, constellations, and planets lined around the slumbering moon, maintaining its existent in the night sky where its outer edges blurred with black and faded from a dark violet to a serene indigo. What used to be a comfortable heat that radiated this evening now stripped its thickness to a frigid breeze. Hitomi, perched at the bottom step of Sabertooth's lodging, wore only a short, white tank top with a pair of black boy shorts. She pulled her bare feet away from the wet grass, enveloping her arms around her folded knees—as if it would prevent her from getting sick.

"Sting wants you to come back inside," The brunette jumped at the man's rough voice and turned her head to catch the culprit who had disrupted her silence.

Hitomi smiled once realizing it was her nakama Rouge, "You weren't supposed to tell me that he sent you, onii-san."

"Even if I didn't mention that fact," He asserted, gliding towards one of the pillars—that held the porch's roof—and resting his weight against it, "You would have already known."

"This is true," She nodded, taking a deep breath before questioning him, "Is he still sulking?"

"More than ever."

"I don't understand why he's so pissed off," Hitomi murmured, "He's being stubborn; I've already apologized to him."

"Hitomi," The Shadow Dragon replied sternly, "How can you not understand the situation that you put yourself into? You freely discussed your unrequited love for Fairy Tail, not only in front of our enemies, but Sting as well. You should know by now that he carries himself with pride, and to be carelessly embarrassed by his nakama, especially the one he cares most for, really irked him."

She remained silent, letting her gaze fall onto the cool breeze which wrapped itself around the trees, manipulating each branch to dance along with the winds rhythm, "My confession wasn't meant to embarrass him…I just wanted Fairy Tail to know the truth and Sting just so happened to be accompanying me. It was the perfect time to let him know how I truly felt, before and now…In reality he should be coddling me, considering I admitted that I would never leave Sabertooth."

"Even so," Rogue related, "Sting's too stubborn to accept your apology so easily. You're going to have to beg for his forgiveness."

"Grea-Ah!" Hitomi abruptly closed her eyes, letting her hands cup her mouth and nose before letting out a rough sneeze, "Ah-choo!"

"Here," Rogue untied his cloak, sliding it off his body, and handing it to the young Wind Mage, "You'll get sick; we can't afford to be disqualified due to your lack of health."

She accepted his coat, eagerly draping it around her shoulders, and tugging it tightly to her body, completely contradicting her statement, "I'll be fine."

"Of course you will."

A pregnant silence engulfed the two Sabertooth mages, each staring into the night sky, mesmerized by the whispering wind and the crickets' melody. Hitomi averted her gaze from the scenery before her and onto her senpai and patted the empty space alongside her. Rogue took her action as an invitation, but declined her offer with a wave of his hand; he was perfectly content with standing. She smiled, completely un-phased by his rejection, and traveled her sight back onto the luminous stars.

"I wonder how tomorrow will unfold," The brunette breathed.

"I could care less," Rogue grunted.

Hitomi rolled her eyes, "Don't even try putting on that fake front around me, onii-san," Rogue remained silent, giving the Wind Mage an opportunity to continue, "I know how excited you are to confront Gajeel…even if the others are completely ignorant of your pursuit, it doesn't mean I am."

Grumbling, the Dragon Slayer ignored her comment with a warning, "Don't stay out too late or else Sting will be even angrier."

Hitomi chuckled at his shameful attempt to change their discussion, "Tell Sting-kun not to worry and that I'll be coming in soon."

Rogue shifted away from the wooden pillar, muttering 'good night' before briskly sliding through the lodging's door, leaving the young Wind Mage on her own. Sighing, Hitomi rested her chin between her clasped knees, letting herself fall into deep speculation—the quiet atmosphere was just too perfect to file through her thoughts, 'Oh Sting…'

Hitomi, someone with a natural passive attitude and easy-going nature, would be lying if she said she never experienced anger towards Sting-sama. Even today she can remember every detail of the first time she exploded, which coincidently was the day she joined Sabertooth and met him. She was finally setting foot into her new guild, and as she remembered many of the members conversed amongst each other, neither of them giving off an intimidating aura—with such a pleasant surrounding she knew that she'd be able to fit in quiet easily…

"Oi, you there!" Hitomi turned around on the bar stool and let her eyes wander through the crowded guild in order to catch the voice's owner. Her gaze soon landed on a blonde, muscular teenage boy whose pointer finger extended directly at her, "Save that empty seat beside you."

The brunette tilted her head in confusion, surprisingly complying with his demand, and returned to her original position—knees tucked beneath the bar's table top while her folded arms rested on the counter—until he reached her.

"I'm Sting," He smirked, plopping down beside her, "Sting Eucliffe."

"Hitomi Ayuzawa," The Wind Mage greeted politely with a smile adorning her small mouth.

Patting her head roughly, Sting turned the revolving stool away from the bar, resting his extended elbows behind him on the countertop, "Me and my nakamas Rouge, Lector, and Frosch are recruiting a new mage to join our team, and since you're new I thought I'd be nice and give you a chance to prove yourself worthy."

Staring passively at the boy with untidy, blonde locks, Hitomi raised her arm and waited for the waitress to stop by, "Team?"

Sting stared at the young girl curiously, wondering what he could have said to confuse her, "Yeah, a team. You do know what that is, right?"

"I wouldn't have asked if I did," Hitomi dropped her arm and glanced away from Sting once the waitress had greeted her, murmuring her order before the older woman left to prepare her meal.

"You're pretty stupid," The blonde snorted continuing with an explanation, "In guilds mages can decide whether they want to take jobs by themselves or with another member. Some even create a team filled with 3 or more magic users so it's even easier and faster for them to complete a mission. The only downside about a partnership is that you have to split the jewels equally."

"Oh," She mused, "That sounds nice."

"So whaddya say?" He grinned, already excited to fight the newcomer, "Wanna try out when you're done eating?"

"There's no harm in trying…" Hitomi's lips slightly parted as the waitress maneuvered her way towards her, a bowl of steaming hot ramen delicately sitting in the middle of the tray, "Oh…" She cooed, admiringly watching the beautiful girl place her meal in front of her eyes, leaving after sliding her chopsticks, "This smells great."

"Not only are you stupid," He commented, his facial expression turning one into distaste, "But you're really weird too. You're so…apathetic…I guess I should be used to that behavior though considering Rogue's just like that."

"Sorry," She hummed, raising the noodle-filled chopsticks into her mouth, and slowly swallowed—savoring each bite, "Hey," Hitomi mumbled through her full mouth, "What kind of magic do you use? You smell differently than other mages."

"Ah," Sting smirked, feeling his ego rise a notch higher as he answered her, "I'm a Dragon Slayer!"

Hitomi's mouth fell ajar, causing the noodles to slip through her parted lips. All her life she looked up to the three Dragon Slayers of Fairy Tail, and now another one—one she hadn't even heard of—sat before her. She no longer felt worthy to be a part of Sabertooth, especially since she walked in unaware of meeting another slayer, "No way…"

"Yep!" He responded smugly, the smirk never faltering from his lips, "I'm a 3rd generation Dragon Slayer."

"There are generations?" She questioned in surprise, ignoring the bowl of ramen she had been praising earlier, and now focusing intently on the blonde.

"Yeah."

"So 1st generation would be Natsu, Wendy, and Gajeel of Fairy Tail, which are stronger-"

"Tch," He scoffed, interrupting her explanation, "It's the other way around, Hitomi."

"What do you mean?"

"1st generation grew up with their dragons while 2nd generation developed their powers through lacrima, their powers are balanced," Sting's smirk reappeared, "My generation were raised by their dragons and were equipped with lacrima, already giving us an advantage, but what makes us entirely stronger than the other generations is…unlike them…we killed our dragons, making us the ultimate Dragon Slayers."

Hitomi's eyes dilated, causing the blonde boy to grin excitedly, "You…killed your dragon?" The brunette's eyes began to twitch as they narrowed, "Y-Your own parent," Her lips drew back, revealing her teeth as she snarled, "Why… Why?"

Sting bathed in her anger with a murderous smile, "That's what a dragon slayer is."

A dark purple wind viciously wrapped itself around her as she stood on her feet, glowering devilishly at the blonde, "Why would you do such a thing? Be lucky you even had someone who cared for you! You shouldn't even be put in the same category as Natsu, Wendy, or Gajeel!" Her roar was deafening, Sting could honestly admit that he feared his life, "You piece," Hitomi snatched her bowl of ramen, thankful that it was still hot, and slammed it against his face, "of SHIT!"

"You crazy bit-"

"Laxus!"

Hitomi jolted, causing her knees to knock away from her chin, and firmly planted her feet against the wet grass—knocking her right out of her memory and onto the three mysterious mages stumbling across the field, in search for their nakama. Given by their unique attire Hitomi quickly determined who the unbreakable team was(The Raijinshū of Fairy Tail).

"Laxus!" Freed called again, already a few meters in front of the other two—Bickslow and Evergreen. He frantically searched through each lodgings gap as the other two desperately wailed for their master's reply.

The Wind Mage felt bad for the Thunder God Tribe, ultimately deciding to secretly pitch in. She sniffed through the wafted particles she had managed to collect in a 5 mile radius, and pinpointed where the S-Rank Mage had been. She deadpanned; the idiot had been hiding from his guards. She sighed, returning her gaze onto the three mages, ready to belt out the information she collected, but drew back once she realized they had vanished, 'Poor guys…' The brunette brought herself up from the wooden step, raising Rogue's cape higher to avoid ruining the ends, and sauntered towards one of the large trees. She positioned herself directly beneath the tree's shadow; the branch's and leaves doming around her, and looked up, "It's rude to hide from your friends."

Laxus Dreyar jumped down directly behind Hitomi (basically encasing her between the tree and him). She turned around, pressing her back against the tree, and stared intently at the Dragon Slayer. The Wind Mage was waiting for his reply, but instead receiving the answer she hopped for he simply shrugged his shoulders and began to walk away.

"You should apologize to your nakamas," Hitomi said, watching the large man stop in his tracks, "Maybe I should call the Raijinshū back here, I'm sure they'd be really happy to see you."

"Shut up."

"Make me."

Ignoring her comment, the Lightening Dragon Slayer drifted away from the pestering girl.

"Stay."

Laxus stopped for the second time, glancing at the girl with an incredulous look on his face, "What?"

"You have to stay and keep me company," Hitomi answered with a cute smile, "It's your punishment for ignoring the ones who care about you the most; it's the least you can do…unless you want me to call them back," She questioned, pointing behind her to where the Thunder God Tribe had vanished, "And tell them that you were trying your hardest to avoid them," Hitomi pursed her lips and rubbed her chin in thought, "But somehow I think they'd be even more hurt if I told them, I mean…you are their leader, and to not be wanted by someone you admire is very heartbreaking-"

"Okay, okay!" Laxus sneered, taking a few short strides towards her, and angrily seating himself against the tree, "Just don't mention what I did to them."

The small smile never faltered from her pink lips, her back sliding down the tree, and plopping down beside him, "By the way, I'm Hitomi Ayuzawa."

"I know who you are."

"You do?" She questioned before the realization hit her, "Ah, the other members of Fairy Tail must have told you and the rest of the guild about my confession."

He nodded, desperately trying to avoid eye contact with the younger mage, "I've never heard of a mage openly confessing to their rival before; it's strange."

"Yeah," She agreed, "But I don't consider many of the guilds here as my enemy."

Laxus stared at her curiously, "You don't?"

"If the guilds are well-respected and considerate to others than there's no reason to become rivals."

"Hmm," He hummed, quietly accepting her intuition before remembering he hadn't introduced himself; how stupid, "Oh… I forgot to mention, I'm Laxus Dreyar."

"I know," She replied, "I used to have the biggest crush on you."

"N-NANI?" He spat, his face growing incredibly flustered at her sudden confession.

Hitomi waved off his embarrassment, "Don't be flattered; it was a long time ago, those feelings have completely erased."

Laxus's blush slowly went down as the two grew comfortable under the night's sky. As their conversation picked up he slowly began warming up to her, and grew accustomed to her perculiar behavior. The rest of the night flew by with ease—both of them unaware of how much time had passed, nor caring (they were just glad to be able to escape their thoughts with a light discussion).