The Moon (Sting X OC)

^12^ Day two!^

Revised: April 23-24th 2021
Edited: Oct 13. 2020

Feeling something tickle my nose, I flipped over onto my side, curling up. A few seconds later, the tickling sensation came back, and I growled. Opening my eyes, I caught Snowflake in the act, and I smiled. "Do you have any reason why do decide to do that?"

"Well," She paused, putting her paw to her nose. "It might be because you are late."

I shot up from the bed, panicking. "Well, shit. Why didn't you wake me up sooner?" I flicked the covers away from me, standing up quickly and looking down at my outfit. I just frowned and grabbed a hoodie from the closet. 

I glanced over at Snowflake. "Well, come on." I pulled on the hoodie, picking Snowflake up and letting her climb into the hoodie. I unlocked and opened the door, walking out quickly. Everyone else was probably already at the Arena, so I started to walk quicker.

Spying Team B in the distance, I started sprinting, making sure that I wasn't hurting Snowflake as I ran. "Sorry for being late guys, I slept in." I sighed. "Snowflake woke me up too late."

Mira gave me a closed-eyed smile, nodding with Laxus. 

"it's fine Mune."

"Well, then. Let's go!" I shouted, putting my hands up and grinning like a manic. 

~At the arena~

I plopped myself down, watching as Natsu and Gajeel made the dumb decision to participate in the activity from this round. I remembered what happened last night, guilt twisting in my stomach. 

I growled, then chuckled. I pulled a hand through my hair, listening as Levy talked with Lucy. I watched as Sting joined in, and we both made eye contact. I was the first to look away. 

Wheezing as the motion sickness attacked them, I was holding my stomach by the time Natsu fell down. I looked up at the score board and took notice that Sting had gotten lower points than Gajeel and Natsu. 

He must've fallen off before Natsu and Gajeel. I smirked. Deserving bastard.

I stood up, pulling my hood over my head as I exited the stands. I wanted to find something to eat, and it only seemed reasonable to have stands of food under the seats I could steal from. 

I started sniffing around for any food that smelt appealing, but didn't find anything. I sighed in defeat, and just started walking around. Catching waves of lilac now and then, I just started looking for Sting, wondering if he had found some food.

I just followed my nose. I climbed up onto some boxes, looking around at the crowd. I did find his familiar blond hair, walking around with his back to me. I grinned, hopping off and scaring some civilians. "Hey, watch it!"

"Sorry!" I apologized, waving to them as I speed-walked towards Sting. I poked his back first, then as he turned around, I flitted around towards his front. "Hello bitch-face. How are you doing?"

He faced me with a strained expression, then chuckled. "I'm doing just fine, short stuff."

I stuck out my tongue. "Try me."

He leaned forward. "Maybe I will."

I stood straighter, making him lean back a little. "Maybe you should."

He rolled his eyes, straightening up. "Anyway, I want to show you something, but with the way you're acting, I'm not sure if you should see this masterpiece."

I gasped. "If it's a work of art, you better fucking show me."

"Do you kiss your brother with that mouth?"