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I currently only have two ships planned. That is likely all I will be doing since Black Lady isn’t one that’s exactly for relationships. Should development occur, I might do one more.
“‘Che.” Was the answer given to the pinkette ‘women’s’ words, complete with an eyeroll. “It’s sad really, how deluded he was able to make you. I wanted to see it for myself, selfish of me really, she told me not to. She said she didn’t want me to see you like this.” A small sigh left glossy lips. “We’re more alike than you know, Rini… and I have seen your heart closer than you could ever imagine. You hate this.” A small pause, thinking. “Maybe you don’t think you do right now, but in the future, you do. Every moment your mind lingers on this your heart burns. I know that burn…”
Images of a woman in black, long hair, and a cruel laugh almost made the Soldier shudder… But she was stronger than that.
Anger washed over her, enraging every fiber of her being at her ridiculous accusations. What nonsense was she spewing? Deluded? Ha, that certainly was an amusing thought. “Deluded, please. I would say that I’m far from it, actually. My eyes have been opened to the truth. The truth that not a single one of you scouts ever gave a care about me. You only wanted to hurt me, to lie to me.” That was what she truly believed, “Use me to get me to do what you needed, to fight alongside you all. Not anymore. I’ve seen the truth that The Wiseman has shown me.” She shook her head, “Don’t call me that! It’s no longer my name!” She hated it, hated hearing it. It took her back to those times, the times she once believed to be happy times.
A darkened look, “Tch, if anyone’s deluded it’s you. I don’t know what you’ve seen, but it’s not the heart I possess. Otherwise you would know how much I truly enjoy this newfound life. I am indebted to him, seeing as he’s the one that gave it to me.”
"I have no real opinion one way or the other." The reply became clipped and sharp, this wasn’t her best friend right now, no, this was an enemy, from the past or not, one that threatened the very future. The future she was part of. "No, actually… I don’t think that form suits you at all. It’s an ant compared to what you could become."
"I should have expected such an answer from someone like you." It was amusing to Rini, to see one of those scouts being so snarky with her. Likely due to her knowledge of her being an enemy. She loved it, quite frankly. "To what I could become, hmm?" A finger lifted itself to the corner of her lips, to signify her thinking, or at least mock thinking. "Oh but see, that’s where you are very wrong. You see.. I’ve already become exactly what I wish to become. I’m no longer blinded by lies. I can see the truth, and I’ve become a beautiful lady, too. It’s everything someone could ever dream of."
She wasn’t supposed to do this, but she could hardly help herself. Just a look, just a glance at that dark part of her best friends history and she would have been happy… or so she thought. Seeing, hearing, feeling the darkness that came off Rini in waves, it was more than Hotaru expected. Was this… Was this was it was like when they faced Mistress Nine? “…Rini…”
This woman, that uniform. She would recognize it anyplace. She was one of those scouts. A burning hatred for all of them, even the ones that she knew nothing of. To her, they were all the same. They all wanted nothing more than to betray her, why bother allowing one in? “Don’t call me that. The Wiseman gave me a new name. It’s Black Lady now. It suits me much better than Rini, wouldn’t you agree?”
I’m keeping this true to the anime, seeing as that’s when I first met Black Lady. She still has Luna P. It is a comfort item to her, as she truly believes as if Luna P was her only friend. If Luna P is taken from her, she would be reduced to a vulnerable state, something she would not want a single soul to see.
"Aha. I could see that." He chuckled out, in most ways he was glad he had no one constantly hanging around him, annoying him, bugging him with stupid plans and ideas. Natsu did what he wanted, or… so he would convince himself. He was no ones tool or puppet. "We do have a lot in common it seems…" He agreed, almost eerie how much their separate moments of ‘enlightenment’ mirrored each others, however, she just seemed to have gotten past most of the pain, perhaps hers had been shorter than his, from what he could work out, it seemed, for the most part, she did not struggle for as long. "I have a stubborn streak, its as much a power as it is a downfall." There was still that tiny part of him struggling, calling it lies. “Well, its nice to meet’cha then, Black Lady.” Not her real name, obviously, but, if she had shed whatever name she had too, he wasn’t going to bring it up. Still smiling back at that trace of a smile on her painted lips. “What do ya do for fun around here?”
She nodded a bit, pink locks wavering slightly in sync with the movements of her head. “Indeed, it seems we do.” She had never met someone who had as much in common with her as Natsu did, and to be honest, it was a bit refreshing. To be able to relate to someone in the sense that he had gone through the same realization and enlightenment that she had, it was interesting at the very least. “Heh, stubborn streak. I like that.” She wasn’t interested in people who were easily swayed, and those that would quickly give up in what they wanted or believed. To her, that was a sign of weakness, and if she hated one thing, it was weakness. Possibly even more than those pesky scouts. “A downfall, eh? Interesting.” She didn’t dwell on what he could have meant for too long. Of course, that was one trait she still retained: Meaningless things such as that weren’t something she lingered on for too long. It was perhaps the short attention span she had as a child that prevented her from doing so. “Likewise, a pleasure to meet you as well, Natsu.” She thought for a moment about an answer to his question. “Depends, what do you consider fun?” It would be interesting to know his definition of fun, and if it was the same as hers. Only then could she properly answer the question at hand.