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JUNE 11, X787
[NAME] [LAST NAME]
DEAR TEAM TENROU,
First off, I’m gonna start off with my weekly “fuck you.” So fuck you. And I mean this in the most disrespectful way possible.
Now that we’ve gotten THAT out of the way…
The GMG Preliminary Games start in two weeks. You know how it goes, I’ve written to you about it before. Big old fighting festival that Fairy Tail attends to make fools out of themselves.
…You know how it goes, you always do.
Which means you also know how much I’m not looking forward to that thing. Even though the grand prize is 30 million Jewel… is it really worth fighting Minerva Orland and dealing with her two cronies? And dealing with the aftermath (and I mean all of it)?
As much as I’d rather not, it’s quite necessary. As you may or may not know, the participation prize would be enough to last Fairy Tail a good week.
I've been visiting the gym more often than usual. Well, I have to, of course. I need all the practice I can get.
But I’m pretty sure the employees there are watching me closely because I am so close to tearing another sandbag.
…Yet another reason why I’m dirt poor. They started making me pay fees every time I rip one— I know it’s pretty much my fault, but 4,000 Jewel each is crazy. That’s like a third of what I make per job!
(My gloves are also in bad condition… Note to self, buy another pair.)
But I'm fucking broke so the gloves will have to wait. Every single leftover dollar I earn from the jobs goes to Fairy Tail's reserves. They need the money more than I do to pay off Twilight Ogre's tax-collecting bastards. At least a third of our funds don’t get converted into booze for someone to drink anymore. (Fucking Cana.)
Anyways! Here's to another month of living off of ramen noodles.
That being said, I hope you know you are the root of all my pain and suffering, Team Tenrou.
Speaking of "pain and suffering," my showerhead broke last week. It feels like my apartment is slowly falling apart. I should probably talk to my landlady about it. I guess I should’ve expected something like this to happen, especially with a monthly rent as low as 50,000 Jewel.
…So that’s why I started showering at the gym. And now that I think about it, almost every single problem I have is either directly or indirectly linked to you somehow.
If you’re gonna die at the hands of a fucking dragon (Natsu, Gajeel and Laxus are already Dragon Slayers… the math isn’t adding up rn), at least leave the rest of us in peace and don’t drag everyone around you into your damn mess.
I mean, you guys chose to leave me behind all those years ago so why the hell am I still being haunted by the thought of you? Why am I , no— Why is Fairy Tail still suffering?
I have 99 problems right now and 30 million Jewel would solve about 98 of them.
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(My hand started cramping up while I was writing but it’s been like two hours so now I’m back.)
I always get stressed during this time of year so writing letters has started taking up a good chunk of my time. It’s also a pretty good way to talk shit about Sting and Rogue.
Remember that one year when we didn't even manage to get past the Prelims? They (and by they, I mean the public) didn't stop talking about it for months. That was a low point in my life. I didn’t come out of my apartment for a while after that.
The following year, Sting and Rogue and their Sabertooth goons didn’t shut up about it. I’ve tried to purge that memory from my mind, but there’s a pretty high chance the looks on their faces were insufferable.
“Oh, so you actually showed up! I thought Fairy Tail would’ve given up since y’know… you didn’t show up last year!” LIKE BRO STFU I DIDN’T NEED TO HEAR THAT.
I could come up with thousands of ways to insult Sting and Rogue right now but none of them would even come close to how they actually are in real life. Those two are a whole different breed that simply cannot be described on paper.
I can’t believe those two are the same people I met all those years ago. I witnessed their growth from children into clowns and it still baffles me when I think about it.
Like… Rogue Cheney offered me a tissue once! That memory still pops up in my head every now and then. That little boy is the same haughty and egotistical one I know today? …Exactly when along the line did his heart start to freeze over?
Oh my Mavis. I’m just realizing now they used to have a light in their eyes. Where did it go???
At least their Exceeds are still the same, Lector and Frosch. Lector takes after Sting— they’re both prideful but I guess Lector is more tolerable. Is it because he’s a cat and I’d rather sock his partner in the face than him?
Frosch is nice enough, and sometimes we end up exchanging words in greeting. Frosch isn’t patronizing like the rest of their friends. I guess that’s because the only words they ever say are “Fro thinks so too” but it’s not like I’m complaining or anything.
They also have a weird habit of getting lost and I have a weird habit of finding them at the weirdest times possible.
…Which ends up with me meeting up with Sting and Rogue more often than I need to, but those two can’t really say anything about me since I’m the one always finding their lost cat(s). I guess that’s why they started laying off the insults recently.
It’s kind of suspicious, and now I just realize that “nice” is a weird look on them. It’s not unwelcome, per se, but I wonder if Minerva put them up to it or something. She probably did, knowing her.
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a very confused and very suspicious
[NAME] [LAST NAME]