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Mirajane and Freed: Part OneA/N: This is an updated version of the original. Also, it is an OC insert, so don't read if you don't like it. Enjoy!
It was an average day in the Fairy Tail guild hall, with laughter and drinks and storytelling. A particularly large group of wizards were gathered around the bar doing as the rest of their guildmates were: laughing and drinking and telling stories. Natsu was passed out after returning from a rather long job request, Happy snoring peacefully upon his head. Lucy, Gray, and Juvia conversed with Mira about her youngest memories of Fairy Tail while the younger girls- Kenzie, Katana, Lily, Piper, and Crystal- shared fruit smoothies Mira had whipped up especially for them.
"Mira! Three more over here!" A shout came from the opposite end of the guild hall.
"Coming right up, guys!" Mirajane cheerfully hollered back, grabbing three empty glasses from beneath the counter and proceeding to fill them each with different refreshments.
She left the bar w
I watch Fairy Tail, Dragon Ball Z, and Soul Eater.
I read Naruto, Bleach, and Death Note.
I play Pokèmon, Rune Factory, and Guilty Gear.
I cry over Clannad, Anohana, and Angel Beats.
I ship yaoi, yuri, and yes, countries.
I listen to Vocaloid and J-Pop.
I run out of paper drawing fanart and writing fanfictions.
I argue that anime and cartoons aren't the same, manga is not backwards, and Homestuck is a webcomic.
I dress in costumes when it isn't Halloween.
I save my money for cosplay and cons instead of a new phone.
I dream of writing my own manga, voice acting for FUNimation, and visiting Japan.
It's not dumb, stupid, or gay.
It's being myself.
And that's more than most people can say.
So I'm proud to be an otaku.
Deal with it.
HopelessnessThis unfamiliar place I am in is dark
No light to guide my path.
What was my path?
I do not think it matters now.
Am I alone?
Wait, I have always been alone.
Of course there is no one.
What does one call this place?
Hopelessness, that is right.
A place where hopes die
And dreams are slaughtered.
A place one encounters in a nightmare
And yet is very, very real.
It seems to be my own.
Maybe I shall die here
Watching what is left of life
I think I will like it here.
This scene is fitting
For a girl with no hopes left.
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