A/N: Okay, um...Hello (FF dot net) world, this is Silver Uranium. This little piece here is my first fanfic in approximately eighteen months since I last posted something on FF dot net (back then as Vatican Illuminatus 503), so I may (with 70% likelihood) have become a little rusty in writing. Feel free to correct any errors I might have missed. Thank you.

DISCLAIMER: Fairy Tail belongs to Hiro Mashima. Vocaloid belongs to Yamaha Corp. Anything else - well, you get the idea.

Missing Pages

"You can't hide secrets, or repressed feelings, forever…"

Prologue: Breaking, Entering, and Burglary

The darkest hour of night is midnight, as most would believe. Midnight is the witching hour, the hour when darkness rules the land, although some would say that the demons are most active at three in the morning. However, this midnight was not just dark, it was darker than dark. It was the new moon, Rosh Chodesh, the start of a new month in the Chinese and Jewish lunar calendars, and the midnight was dark as the depths of the deepest ocean dyed with the blackest of inks. Most of the townspeople lay sound asleep, for who would be awake at this time of the night? However, on this night, two ladies were up and about, seeking to do some mischief. Hooded to conceal their faces, one, who was a redhead, carried a lantern to light their way.

"Hurry up, Hisa, or we'll be spotted!" the redhead hissed at her companion, who was trailing behind her. "It's this blasted - damn, not again," the other one replied, trying to untangle her cloak from a thornbush. "Why did we have to go through the forest, Teru? Why couldn't we just slip through the streets like normal cat burglars? All the lights are out anyway. You know this forest is rumored to be cursed, don't you? It's right on the lower slopes of -" "Not another word, Hisa," Teru hissed, "or I'll pluck every magenta strand of hair from your head!" It was forbidden to speak the name of the hill on whose lower slopes the forest was. There were rumors that the other six hills surrounding the town were also cursed. "If we went through the streets, the night watchman would raise hell, dunderhead. Besides," she added, walking faster throught the forest, "the owner of our prize lives on the west side of town, at the foot of neighboring Mount Judgment. So quit your whining and move, dammit! We're almost there."

Eventually they reached their destination, a fine mansion, not too large, but quite clearly the home of a rich person. Conveniently, the back door, which directly faced Mount Judgement, was unlocked, and the pair made their way inside, searching for the object of their breaking and entering.

"It should be behind a door with twelve handles," Teru whispered, moving through the shadows like a cat. "You mean like this one?" Hisa replied, standing in front of a massive bronze door with twelve handles, each carved in the shape of a different musical instrument. "Yes," Teru said, moving towards it, "like that one. I guess this door's locks are magical. How do you think we should get through, Hisa?" "I dunno," she replied. "Maybe we blast the door open?" "No," Teru said, "we need something more subtle. Ah, I see now." Her eyes darted around the vicinity, noticing that every carved instrument on the door had a real counterpart lying around. "I do believe we have to play the instruments to unlock this door. Such simplicity." "What if the owner wakes up because he hears us?" Hisa asked nervously. "It takes quite a while to play twelve instruments one after the other, right?" "No hay problema," Teru said, using Spanish for the heck of confusing Hisa, "a simple spell should make things easier." A turquoise magic circle appeared around her outstretched hand, as the twelve instruments rose into the air and played a few bars of Eine Kleine Nachtmusik.

"That's cheating, Teru," Hisa grumbled, as the locks clicked open simultaneously. "I didn't expect you to use your Kinesis spell." Teru stopped the spell, and the instruments fell back to their original places. "Hisa, deary," she said, stepping through the door, "you need to learn to think outside the box." The room that they entered was large, the ceiling at least two stories from the floor. Glass display cases like those in museums were everywhere, some reinforced with rune barriers because their contents were dangerously powerful. "Teru," Hisa whispered excitedly while pointing at a glass case holding a black and silver pipe, "look over there! Is that what I think it is?" "Not our goal, Hisa," Teru replied, walking directly towards the center of the room, "although yes, our victim seems to have somehow obtained the Piper's Pipe, or at least created a fine copy of it."

The pair stopped at the glass case in the very center of the room. It had no rune barrier, but it was made of very hard glass. Inside were five pages of sheet music. This was what they had come for. This was what they braved the forest for. "This is gonna be easier than shooting fish in a barrel," Teru laughed mockingly. "The owner doesn't have much security, does he?" "He's a respected man in the town," Hisa replied. "He trusts everyone and everyone trusts him." "Pity," Teru answered. "Looks like he's gonna lose something. Hisa, do me the honors please." Hisa's magic seal, chartreuse in color, appeared on the glass case. "Deconstruction," Hisa whispered, and the glass case fell apart into five panels. "I thought it was Disassembly," Teru muttered, daintily swiping the pages. "Oh no, Disassembly splits its target into many smaller versions of itself," Hisa replied. "Deconstruction splits it into its parts. Besides, you didn't honestly think I'd be as strong as, um, that old guy from that crazy mages' guild? Y'know, the one who destroys everything he touches?" "Hisa," Teru replied, grinning like a Cheshire cat while holding the sheet music, "let's get out of here, before the owner sees us." "Agreed," replied Hisa. Her magic seal reappeared over the glass panels. "Reconstruction." The glass panels reformed the case, and the two cat burglars snuck out of the room, taking care to lock it after they had gotten out.

Once they had gotten out of the mansion, they immediately hooded themselves and retreated into the shadows, skirting round the mansion by heading to Mount Gift in the south. The problem was that where Mount XXXXXXX had a dense dark forest, Mount Judgment had a load of rocky topography and almost as much mud.

"#*c%!" Hisa swore, one foot in some rather deep mud. "It's like it's sucking my foot in! Argh! Remind me again why we had to steal the music score in your hand?" "Because," Teru said, a vein close to popping out as she attempted to unstick Hisa's trapped foot, "these five pages contain music that is said to have the power to cause mass havoc and mayhem! With these we can plunge all of Fiore into chaos! Ohohoho! All will bow before me!" "Teru," Hisa said, now with her foot out of the mud, "you're doing it again." "What?" Teru asked. "Your delusions of grandeur are taking over again..." Hisa muttered. After this they said nothing but continued towards Mount Gift without another word.

When they had reached Mount Gift's southernmost slopes, farthest from the mansion, they immediately ran northward towards the town, and just in time too. The sky was lightening now, its dark hue now the deep indigo of pre-dawn. The pair made their way silently towards their house on the east side of town, taking care to avoid being seen by the watchman. They must have taken side streets at least ten times before they got home; such was the persistence of the watchman who patroled the streets of the town.

Once they got home, they immediately retreated to their innermost Sanctum Sanctorum, where Teru then concealed their pilfered prize inside an upright piano. "Teru, I'm wondering right now," Hisa said, yawning. "Shouldn't we test our - you-know-what - on someone first?" "Not to worry, Hisa," Teru said, sleep overtaking her. "I've got a plan."

Later that morning Ilya Yankovich, the mansion owner, entered the Room of Dangerous Items... and saw a glass case with no pages inside it. "KHUI!" he swore. "I SHOULD HAVE KNOWN there were some intruders last night," he growled, "what with the whispering and the hissing and the music...I thought I was dreaming, but no! They have made off with those highly dangerous pages...ah no matter. In the wrong hands those pages will be the death of Fiore...I must get them back at all cost, and punish those blyadyi dearly...bunch of pizda..." "Sir?" asked the butler, Yakov. "You were saying something?" "I wish to send a job request," Ilya said heavily, turning to face the butler. "Five missing pages of dangerous sheet music. The reward is fifty thousand jewels for each page recovered." "Right away sir," Yakov said, bowing. "And which guild shall I send it to?" "The one which is most likely to recover those pages," replied Ilya. "The strongest guild you can think of." "Right away sir," repeated Yakov, and he scurried off to write up the request. "Send it..." whispered the desperate rich man, as he gazed upon the black and silver pipe he had crafted, "...to Fairy Tail."

One and a half weeks later, Natsu Dragneel unexpectedly left Magnolia town at dawn. The following job notice caught his eye: Help Wanted (Mages Only): Willing Participants for a Medical Study on the Effects of Music on the Mind of a Mage. Reward: ten thousand jewels and the location of five disappeared dragons. Visit us in XXXXXXX Town (search for Teru and Hisa).

~*OWARI*~

A/N: Well? I hope it wasn't too bad for a comeback...OTL. Anyway, just a random fact, Ilya's swearwords are genuine Russian mat' (profanity): Blyadyi (loose women, if you get my drift), Khui (male organ, the worst swear in Russian), and Pizda (female organ). Oh, and...yeah. My villainous OCs. Where do I begin...*facepalm* Anyways, Teru's magic (one of two) is Kinesis, which lets her manipulate inanimate objects at a distance of at most sixty feet. Useful for using the remote when you don't know where it is. Hisa's are Deconstruction and its inverse Reconstruction, which, like she said, lets her take stuff apart and put it back together (which may or may not suck depending on what you think). Deeper explanations for these and other unexplained stuff may come in later chapters. This is Silver Uranium, signing off.

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