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Fine then, don't answer me. Major changes, won't spoil anything, but hopefully you can see I've improved since last I wrote this.

Anyway, Enjoy Chapter One!

Rated T: Suggestive Themes, and Mild Cussing

(Disclaimer: I own nothing, besides my character and the idea)

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Crocus

Date: X788

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It was night time for the Capital City, Crocus. People were in their homes and settling into bed, most of the buildings lights were still on, and you can hear the happy chatter of talking and laughing.

However, there was one place in Crocus, a very dreadful place, that never had their lights on, never had laughing chatter. This was the slums, a rundown part of the city that housed only the poor and the wicked. Walking here was a deathtrap, there were thugs, murderers, rapists, and all other manners of humanities monsters.

On the street, a damaged small and narrow road filled with potholes and cracks, was a lone figure. The only see able attire consists of a hooded dark blue coat, with heart like designs running down the sleeves and sides. Said figure kept his hood on, covering his face in shadows.

He ignored everything around him, including a group of men who thought they could succeed in mugging him. They were dispatched very quickly, most not seeing the man even starting his retaliation. The thugs were disposed of easily, all of them either unconscious or rolling on the ground in pain. Others on the street now knowing not to mess with the cloaked man.

The cloaked man gave a long and drawn out sigh, he was bored. He didn't want to come to this part of the city, however, there were rumors of Dark Magic being in the area. He and his guild went to investigate the rumors. They were always told the same thing, over and over, on repeat like the day and night cycle. They were told, 'Always beware the green fog'.

This, of course, did not give them any clear answers on the dark presence in Crocus. So, he and his merry band of guild members decided to split up and to locate the Dark Magic. The cloaked man was simply walking in the alleyways, searching and interrogating people alike for any kind of indication of Dark Magic.

Then he felt a large pulse of poisoness energy.

It was toxic to his senses, and it surrounded him in its unearthly energy. Not being a sensor himself, this gave him surprise when he felt it. He was able to pinpoint an area of location, due to how massive the burst of energy was. What's worse, is the deadly energy went away seconds after he felt it. Now, he was traversing the slums, looking for the Dark Magical energy he felt earlier.

That's when he saw it, in a lone alley, next to a local and damaged bar, was a green glow. It wasn't bright, it was dim and gave an unpleasant feeling. He went towards the glow, and saw green gas, twisting and turning in the air, almost like it was alive. Looking into the fog, which he figured was the hint the locals kept giving him, he saw two figures.

Both of them were male, one was a small boy, he figured he was no older than his youngest guild mate. The child was leaning against a wall, the dense fog covering his features. The other figure, who was closer to the cloaked man, was a large male, in both weight and height. The strangest thing was that unlike the child, the fog was choking the man, blood pouring out of every possible hole on his face.

The child stiffened and gave the cloaked man a warning look, "Don't touch it." The child's words were soft, yet at the same time it carried a threatening monotone voice. The cloaked man, watched the presumed Dark Magic, he saw the boy turn his head upwards, the fog clearing for him to see the boy's facial features.

He was young, and a little on the pale side. However, the man's breath hitched in surprise. The young one had dark blood red hair, it had a singular large bang going over his right eye. His eyes were dark blue, yet they did not glow with joy and happiness one should experience at his age; no, instead they held something only seen on a corpse, lifeless filled eyes.

The kid changed the direction of his head to stare at his spectator. When he did so, the cloaked man saw a nasty red scar, underneath the bang when he moved his head. It looked like a scratch, one that looked recent yet healed.

The green fog cleared, and the child, no the cloaked man decided that couldn't be the boy's age, the young teenager, raised his left eyebrow, mentally asking his question. The cloaked man chuckled at the odd look he was receiving, in the end he raised his hands up from where they laid limply on their side.

Seeing this the red-haired teen tensed up, his body locking like a spring. He stood from his laid-back position from the ground, and quickly reached behind him to pull out, what the hooded man perceived to be, a shiny kitchen knife. His face was stony, as if no emotion passed through him in his entire body.

Seeing the youth's reaction, the cloaked man stopped his movement. giving the younger of a two a searching look, before slowly reaching his hands up to his hood, pulling it down. Beneath the now pulled down hood, was the face of a young man, not even into his early twenties. His most prominent features are his blue hair and a red tattoo going above and under his right brown eye. The now unhooded man, gave the teen a light smile.

"Hello, my name is Jellal," The blue haired man spoke, however before he could get another word out, the teenager pounced like a starving tiger. Jellal was kicked into the side of the alleyway, the teenager that kicked him running down the street. As the teen ran, Jellal saw what he believed to be a knife, was in fact a silver flute.

However, what was wrong was that, when looking at the flute, Jellal felt a shivering tingle go up and down his spine. The crisp cold air during the night now felt like pinpoint needles attacking him, a warning to stay away. Unfortunately for the teenager who was now running with a Dark Magical object.

Jellal didn't listen to the cold warning.

Being faster than the teen due to having more years of training and experience, it was no surprise when he caught up to the red-haired teen. He was surprised however, when right as he was reaching to grab the teen's shoulder and pull him into a grapple, the teen jumped over a random fallen alcohol barrel on the road. Now normally, this wouldn't be a problem, but since Jellal was right behind the teen, and add the fact he gained tunnel vision during the chase, he tripped over the barrel and right into a cart of different bottle of alcohol.

When he found his bearings, Jellal was surprised to see that the boy he was pursuing, slowed down right before turning left into an alleyway. Thinking the boy was tired and only running on adrenaline, Jellal made a fast burst of speed right outside the alleyway. Looking down the dark and cluttered alley, Jellal saw the Dark Magic Bearer, standing atop a wooden fence.

Then Jellal saw the teen reach out his right foot and kick down a door imbedded in the fence, breaking it off its' hinges. The teenager than jumped onto the rooftops and started running yet again. Jellal was about to pursue when he heard the sound of barking, being too surprised to make any sort of stand against the small pack of rabid dogs, Jellal was tackled to the ground, one out of three of the dogs started growling and trying to bite his throat.

Then the dog was sent flying, right back into its bastardized pin. The other ravenous animals started to growl trying to threaten the person Jellal couldn't see, but both dogs were also launching into their pin.

Standing up, Jellal turned around and gave his saviors a thankful smile. Both of said saviors were female, the first was older and had shiny midnight black hair, that in the right light would glow a dark midnight purple. Her outfit consists of little more than a tabard-like garment that exposes her back. The attire is open on both sides of her body except for a small attachment at her waist, and she dons long black boots that leave her upper thighs bare. She also has the Crime Sorcière Guild Mark on her back which, in itself, is surrounded by a rather large X-shaped scar.

The other one, being the youngest of the trio, had bright short pink hair, with equally bright green eyes. Her outfit consists of a red dress with a golden trim around a deep neckline that exposes her decent sized cleavage with a short skirt and a belt with a yellow ribbon tied around her waist and black colored stockings and brown boots.

The black-haired woman gave Jellal a large smirk, her black eyes twinkling with delight, "Well would you look at that, from most wanted man in Fiore, to puppy chow." She finished, Jellal somehow managing to keep a straight face, even as the youngest member giggled at the teasing.

"Our target," Jellal spoke, the other two now looking stoic and waiting for orders, "has dark blood colored hair, blue eyes, and a large bloody scar going over his right eye. He's Meredy's age, and has a body of a runner, or thief." Taking in the information like sponges the two females nodded, and all three of them set off, splitting up once they got far enough.

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He didn't really know why he was running, nor why he was being chased. He did however know, that if the man who was chasing him was in fact who he said he was, then he was in trouble.

In Fiore it's no secret that Jellal Fernades was a dangerous and wanted man. However, what is unknown to the whole of Fiore, is that the rumors in the criminal underbelly is that he was hunting everyone in possession of a Dark Magic item. Unlucky for him that he contained a Dark object, one that he knew was made by Zeref himself.

He gave a groan when he heard hissing laughter in his head, grabbing said Dark object, he gave it a once over. It was a silver colored flute, as long as his shoulder to his elbow, it had a single dull green gem, near the top where the play would play.

Sensing someone with strong, but not as strong as Jellal's, magic coming towards him he put his flute underneath the sleeve of his long black cloak. He held it tightly, as he waited in the dark and cold of night for the magical presence. Hearing even louder hissing laughs, the red-haired teen looked at his flute, seeing the gem glow a bright green, before turning back to its dull color when the laughter stopped.

The magical presence was right behind him now, he turned towards it, only to have to keep his emotions behind a stoic mask, to hide his surprise of a cute pink haired girl giving him a grin. Knowing looks can be deceiving, the male teen observed his surroundings before inspecting the girl.

"Please don't run," she spoke, she immediately regretted her choice of words when, the teenager was about to bolt. "Wait!"

Hearing her yell, the teen looked her in the eyes and spoke, his voice filled with caution, yet it sounded like a mixture of smooth and hissing, "Yes?"

"What's your name? Mine is Meredy." Both of them knew she was stalling, however for some odd reason the recently pursued teen decided to stay.

"Kit, Kit Silver."

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Annnnnd done! Woohoo! That felt good.

This chapter came out way better than the first one I did, my keyboard started to die on me in the end, so sorry if there are any mistakes. I really liked how Jellal and Kit met this time, it was slower and felt more real to me. What about you guys?

Also, don't know if I should do another time skip like last time, or do some adventures before Fairy Tail from Tenrou come back.

Still taking story suggestions! To write new ones or for current ones.

Review would you kindly,

Until next time!