Chapter 1

Her eyes fluttered opened, due to a light shimmering across her face, radiating warmth onto her cheek. She waited until her vision adjusted itself before opening her emerald eyes completely. "W-Where am I? Is this heaven?" asked a soft voice. She took a look around, noticing that she was in a forest instead of where she previously was. "If not...then how come I'm still alive?" she questioned, looking at her body, that was still scarred and bruised. She knew she wasn't clearly in the same spot, where she blacked out. From what she could tell, she still felt weak from the blood loss. Her hands were bound above her head by the veins that surrounded her body, their thorns pricking and digging at her creamy skin. She carefully tugged one of her wrists out of the veins, not wanting to effectively cause the thorns to open up a small wound. A grunt left her lips as she tore her hands out of the veins. Moka sat up to take in all her surroundings. "How did I get here? A few moments ago...I was in Tsukune's arms and then..." her recalling only allowed itself to trail into pure silence. Moka only stared forward as she tried to recollect the recent memories of the last time that she was with Tsukune before she passing out into the darkness. All she remembered was being pierced in her body by multiple tentacles along with her loved one and then...

In an instant, a hand flew its way to her head. A groan made its way out of her lungs as an excruciating pain started to make its presence known. As the agonizing throbbing continued on, a series of visions of herself, Tsukune, being impaled, and a hand drop lifelessly flashed themselves in her mind. Her eyes widen in slight realization. "What is this? D-Does this mean...that I was killed?" she questioned to herself. No matter how much she wanted to remember what happened, she just couldn't...

Moka didn't know if she had the strength to move, or not. She felt light-headed. As of right now, she didn't wish to move a single inch at all. She just wanted to lay there for the remainder of her life and...probably die, if she wanted to, or not. But the only thing she could do was at least try, just to see the results. She carefully and gently pushed herself off the ground. Finally standing up on her feet, she carefully examined herself. Blood was painted on her bare body, from the wounds she received from the one, who killed her. They didn't appear to be in good shape at all and looked like they could get even worse if she didn't get them treated soon enough. "I...have to find somewhere to stay. I can't stay out here, that's for sure."

She steadily walked, trying to avoid the pain that was surging through her body from her wounds that were still there and lying on the hard ground. Ignoring the pain, she continued on in the forest.

Starting, exploring, and wandering through the forest, she quickly ran and looked for shelter as quiet raindrops shed softly from above and onto the ground, landing lightly, dripping, from the hardwood on the rough branches that are connected to the trees. A gasp made its way out of her lips when she tripped on a branch and saw her whole world spin around. She went tumbling down a muddy hill, a few sharp ends of tree branches piercing through her. She grunted in pain as she felt herself on the ground again. She tried to push herself up, only to flinch when she felt the pain shoot through her lower abdomen. "It hurts..." she muttered, trying to sit up. Deciding that trying to do so was futile, she just gave up and decided to lie there. She let the small drops of water rain down on her from the sky, causing a bit of electricity to shock around her body. She didn't seem to care that she was being drenched and soaked by the rain that was falling from the skies. The lost of consciousness began to take its toll, her eyes almost forcing themselves closed. 'It's okay. At least I tried staying strong...' she said in her head. 'I guess it's okay, then. It was worth a try, wasn't it?' The warmth of her liquid started to drain its way out of her fragile body. She felt utterly frigid and weak. The cold was taking over her body, making it to where she could barely move. Her eyes allowed themselves to close, hoping that the heavens would take her away from this world that didn't seem to want her in it.

As she felt her life slowly slipping away from her, she smiled sadly...

However, she was not able to feel the pair of strong arms gently wrapping themselves around her body, lifting her up and holding her against a soft chest. The soft words that gently being whispered to her went unheard, but when she peeled open her eyes, shivering violently, she was able to see the hopeful, yet half-smile of the boy that held her so softly as she had never been held before.

A faint smile made its way to her lips as his pink hair reminded her of something, which she had hoped never to see again. "Oh...Tsu...kune..." she murmured weakly before allowing the darkness to consume her vision.

The pink-haired man gazed down at the girl in his arms. Pulling his eyes away from her frame and focusing again on the road in front of him, he frowned. He needed to get her help; she was badly hurt. If he'd gotten here sooner, she'd probably be in a better state, than she already is.

Her long, pink hair was soft and it spread out on his arm as he walked fast toward where his friends were. One of his friends would be able to help her.

The girl groaned and turned her head to the side; she was moving, and that was a good thing. When he found her, blood was splattered on her bare pale skin. She looked awful and to top it off, her skin was freezing cold as ice. Even now, with his large arms wrapped around her small frame, she was still shivering violently, her hands pressed against his chest, shaking hard.

Even though the wounds and the blood, she still looked like an angel to him. She looked fragile...and he'd decided that from the moment that he had laid eyes upon her, that he wanted to protect her from anything or anyone harmful that would dare try to hurt her.

"Everyday was an empty as the one before... Until I met you, I had nothing... But you...changed that. You lit up my days, you gave me a reason to live..."

"I love you, Moka. I can never imagine a day, without you..."

"I love you too. Ever since the first moment I met you, I've loved you. I don't want to disappear...I want to stay here. By your side...forever...and ever..."

"It's okay...We'll always be together. Forever and ever..."

Her eyes shot open as the flashbacks from her last dying moments with Tsukune, flooded through her mind. She awoke to find herself in what seemed like an infirmary, or to be exact, resting room. She turned her head slightly as she started to hear cheering, yelling, and chattering from outside the infirmary. She didn't fail to notice that she was the only one in here, nobody else.

She pulled the covers off, wanting to leave as soon as possible, only to stop to examine herself. Her torso had been bandaged, blood seeping through them a little. 'I wonder who brought me here.'

Her head snapped its way towards the door when she heard the knob jiggle and turn a bit. She could only sit and wondered who was coming in here to check on her. Probably the person, who saved her.

"Do you know who the girl is, Master? You know we'll have to ask her a few questions, once she's awake." sounded a soft, feminine voice.

"I don't know, but we will find out what happened to her and who she is." answered an old man's voice. She watched as the door opened to reveal a rather lovely lady with long wavy white locks along with a tiny elderly man that adorned a mustache. The old man's face slightly lit up when he finally noticed that she had awoken. "I see that you are awake." the old man stated in a stern, reassuring voice.

Moka hugged the sheets closer to her chest. "Where...where am I? How did I get here?" she question, sounding a little shakier than she intended.

"You don't exactly know where you are?" Makarov asked surprise she didn't know where she was.

She hesitantly shook her head. "No, I'm afraid not. All I remember is being in Tokyo before blacking out and finding myself here. I don't know exactly where I am.

"Tokyo?" both Makarov, along with the girl repeated, slightly confused about what it meant.

"What exactly is Tokyo?" the woman asked.

"Yes. It's a town, to be more specific, it's a country, where I once was before I woke up."

Both Makarov and the woman looked at each other, confused before he decided to speak up. "I'm sorry, but I'm afraid we don't know any kind of country called Tokyo."

The pinkette's face faltered as what was told to her was false. "Well, do you at least know where I am and how I got here in the first place? Do, please explain."

Makarov nodded to the girl beside him, who nodded in return. "I know that we said, that we don't know of this country, called Tokyo, but we'll try to explain it to you, nice and easy." the white-haired woman explained. "You're in Fiore."

The pinkette tilted her head to the side in confusion. "Fiore?"

"Yes. You're here in a town called Magnolia and right now you're in the infirmary of the wizard guild, Fairy Tail." the woman explained.

"Fairy Tale?" It wasn't in the same words, they meant. Her words were referring to a different subject. A subject that was dangerous. "So you're in league with the bad guys, who caused destruction on Tokyo and killed innocent people?" she fearfully inquired, backing away from the people, who might not be as nice as she thought.

"Bad guys, you say?" the master repeated, becoming slightly offended and confused. "Now do you honestly think, we're those kinds of people, who brought you here to be sure that you are safe?"

It was then, she realized, they were talking about two different topics. They were nice people, to be something like Fairy Tale. She flew a hand to her mouth. "Oh, I'm sorry. It's just when you said Fairy Tail, it reminded me of a group that was called Fairy Tale."

"There was a group called exactly the same name as us?" the master inquired.

"Well, not entirely. You see, Fairy Tale is the group as referring to as bad guys earlier..." She started explaining every, little details about Fairy Tale and how they threw harmony into chaos and ruling over the Human World. She started to feel more comfortable, while she continued explaining everything to the two of them, who stayed by her side as silent tears started to fall.

As she finished, she let her unwanted tears shed down on her hand. The white-haired lady looked at the pinkette, with kind, motherly eyes and pulled her into an embrace. She leaned into her hug, loving the warmth that radiated off her. She let the woman stroke her hair in comfort. 'I haven't felt like this in so long. It reminds me of my mother when she was alive.' She closed her eyes, her mind flashing back from when her mother was alive and well. She knew that she was just clone of her mother...but she didn't know what else to think of herself, seeing that she was still alive, with the seal broken. 'What am I, now? Am I just an empty shell, now that the rosary is broken and can't be fixed?' She didn't know what to think of herself, but she did aim to find out, sooner, or later...

To be continued...

Edit Date: 6-1-2019

Before I can do anything else with this story, let me just explain a few things. I'm not really a big fan of Fanfiction, so I don't plan on do anything else with this fic. Why am I here, if I don't like Fanfiction? Because my friends won't stop bugging me about it and convince me to just give a try. In my opinion, I think everyone is a fucking asshole in Fanfiction. Yeah, you can say I'm the fucking asshole. I don't care. I know all of you are going to be an asshole, on why I decided to give the dead outer Moka an after story and not put Inner Moka in the story. Why? Because I wanted to. Before you say that Outer Moka is a fake and a clone of her mother, I'm not a fucking idiot. And besides, who gives a flying shit, if Outer Moka is a fake and a clone of her mother? What is the fucking big deal? Inner Moka gets a happy ending, but Outer Moka can't have an happy ending, because she's a fake and a clone of her mother? Yeah, you can take a shit on my story and make my life a hell all you want, because I know the story will get a lot of negative views. To be specifically honest, I don't really give a rat's ass what any of you think of this story. If you don't like the fact that I'm only including Outer Moka, then you can EAT SHIT AND FUCK OFF! Yeah, I'm an asshole, with anger issues, don't care. Some people have the fucking audacity to be fucking, ungrateful bastards to other authors for writing whatever the hell they want on Fanfiction, so why not expect an author to be one in retaliation? I'm not trying to get anyone's fucking respect, and some of you probably don't want my respect. Like I fucking care. People get positive reviews for putting Inner Moka in fanfics and not include Outer Moka, but when someone just wants to put Outer Moka in fanfics, they start asking questions and say that "she's a fake" or "she's a clone" and they get a lot of shit for it. I mean, what the fuck? I understand that people are obsessed with Inner Moka, but they find the outer side of her useless. I don't give a shit whose fake, or not, I like Outer Moka, better than Inner Moka. Why? Because she kind-hearted and innocent, and that's the kind of character I prefer and like. And I'll straight up admit it. I'M NOT AN INNER MOKA FAN. And if you don't respect that I like Outer Moka, in my opinion that makes you an asshole. I know all of you are gonna say, that a fanfic like this won't work, but I don't give a crap. This is my first time and probably my last time ever being here. So be it.