Chapter one: Joey the Stranger
We start our story early in the year X778, a strange ship, baring the flag of the Southern Continent, sails into the docks of the coastal town of Magnolia. Aboard the small sail boat was a single passenger, a seventeen year old man, with only the clothes on his back and a leather outback hat on his head; the last living heir to a family of legends, the Joestars. But unbeknownst to the last Joestar, the dark evils that haunted his family for eons would soon return with time…
The handmade sailboat, made from exotic woods from the land it came from, docked with a rotten, old pier at the end of the public marina. Leaving the wheel, the the young man proceeded to secure the boat to the pier, before heading to the cabin. It only took him all but a minute to gather his things, a single stick and bindle of clothes, a letter for the Fairy Tail guild master, and a large, vibrant red stone. The stone seemed to gleam ever so slightly in the dim cabin, and his grip on the object tightens as the stone gleams.
As he left the boat, tying it to a nearby mooring, three men approached. These men were dock workers, more specifically they were marina security, wearing blue uniforms with plastic badges, rent-a-cops. "Hey kid," the larger of the three, a pigly looking man twirling a baton, said as he walked up the man, "ya can't park your boat there…." The man pointed at the vessel in question.
The last Joestar glanced back at his boat, then to the three in front of him, they were all subtly laughing at him. Setting down his stick and bindle, he asked one question, "Why?"
At that, the three men grew sly grins on their faces. "Well, boy," the leader began, roughly poking the Joestar in the chest, "these are private docks, can't you see?" the man sneered as he gestured to the rotting dock they all stood on. "And to use these fine marine assets, you need to pay a 'members fee'..."
The man went to poke the Joestar in the chest again, but the young man caught the baton, gripping it tight so the man wouldn't be able to pull it back. "I ain't paying no fee to use this rotten shit-stain dock…."
The two other rent-a-cops took a step forward, but their boss shot out his arm, stopping them. "No, boys, I got this little shit!" He barked at them before turning to the man in front of him. "Just who the fuck do you think you are, boy!"
The teenager only smiled as the pig-man tried to yank back his baton. "It's funny," He began, stopping the sham of a security guard's attempts to free his baton from the Joestars iron grip, "calling me a 'little shit'. Ironic even, since I'm 6'3" and two hundred pounds of aussie muscle." The Joestar then pulled, with ease, the baton out of the pig-man's hands before grabbing him by his shirt. "And me name ain't 'boy' to you cunts," he then drew back his right fist…
"IT'S JOEY JOESTAR! AND YOU BETTER REMEMBER IT!" With a mighty roar, Joey's right fist nailed the pig-man face, breaking his nose. "He he, you next line is: 'You little shit! Get'em boys!' Toyu!"
The pig-man made a snorting noise through his broken nose, "You little shit!" he yelled before looking to his two goons, "Get'em boys!"
But the two lackys looked at their boss in shock, then to Joey, and then back to their boss. "A-ah! This guy's clairvoyant!" The two of them exclaimed right as they ran away, infuriating their boss completely.
Joey smirked as he snapped his fingers together as he pointed at the fat man. "The next thing you'll say is: 'You damn cowards! This brat isn't clairvoyant in any way!'"
The fat man turned to his fleeing lackys, and snarled and snorted like an angered boar would. "You damn cowards!" He yelled at them, shaking his fist. "This brat isn't clairvoyant in any way!" He shook his fist a little more before slowing down, little by little, until it was completely stopped. "W-what?" He muttered fearfully as he turned to face Joey, who had a cheshire grin on his face.
The lad from the Land Down Under smiled at his foes blunder. Joey would teach this guy a lesson he'll never forget, and he knew just how to teach it too; cracking his knuckles while taking in a breath of air.
The pig-man watched in horror as orange sparks arced across Joey's arms. "Wh-what the hell?! Lightning magic!?" Pig-man went on the defensive, summoning a magic circle, a defensive ward. The man clicked his tongue and smiled, "Tch, you won't be able to hit me now! Nothing short of one of the Ten Wizard Saints can break OMNI-SHIELD!" but the man's smile dropped as he saw Joey take a step forward.
"Good Grief, you think hiding behind some poorly made ward would stop me?" Joey asked as he brought his right fist back. "Let me tell you…" his voice had a razor's edge to it, "…IT'LL BREAK! JUST LIKE YOU!" Joey lunged forward, striking the outer portion of the magic circle. "HAMON OVERDRIVE BARRAGE!"
To Pig-man's horror, the part of his ward Joey struck cracked as the Hamon destabilized the spell circuit of the ward. "What! Impossible!"
But it is indeed very possible! Ethernano comes from deep within Earthland, and is released through massive volcanic events, most of which happens in the deep ocean everyday. The magic particles then rapidly spread throughout the atmosphere, covering the entire planet in magic, but as those particles reach the very edge of the atmosphere and into space, they are then hit with solar radiation. This radiation causes the ethernano to be energized into an unstable ion-like state before calming down by ejecting its positive charge becoming negatively charge, ethernano becomes anti-ethernano, bane particles as they are commonly called. So if Hamon is applied to any magical item, circle, or anything else magical, it will cause instability in the magic circuit causing Magical Backlash!
Joey's arms were a blur as he threw haymakers and left hooks at blinding speeds, Pig-man could only watch on as his ward was utterly shattered. "HOW! HOW DID YO-UGHHHH!" The man seemed to seize up like a gear would, his muscles were taught like steel cables, and he became a statue to the world, unable to move at all; such was the condition that is Magical Backlash.
"ZOOM PUNCH!" Joey yelled as he threw all of his weight into a devastating haymaker, knowing all the while that the effects of MBL would only last a few seconds. His fist connected with Pig-man's head with a outstanding crack, blood spewed from the man's nose and mouth as he hit the planks of the dock.
Joey sighed as he rotated both shoulders, soothing the soreness in them. He picked his stick and bindle backup, and slung it over his shoulder. "You know," he began as he stepped over his defeated opponent, "I think being here might be an adventure," Joey cracked a smile as walked down the dock, "a bizarre one at that."
Fairy Tail guild, latter that day.
It is a peaceful day in the Fairy Tail guild hall, people went along with their business as usual. One man sat with his team as they were congratulated for completing a difficult job. The job was listed as a normal job, but was, in fact, a S-Class job placed under the guise of a normal one to save the client money. The man was none other then Laxus D. Dreyar-Brando, a rising star of Fairy Tail, and was already considered to be the next S-Class of the guild. Many would assume that he was the classic hero by the way he looks, and by extension, so was his personality. However, this is not the case, but if the reverse was true then it was no wonder why he held the Devil's Luck on his left earlobe.
Laxus smiled as more and more of the weaker members of the guild praised him on his strength. The job he, and the Thunder God Tribe, took was easily high S-Class, and they did it to the letter without breaking a sweat, well, at least he didn't. Laxus knew without the shadow of a doubt that he'll be the next S-Class of the guild, and maybe he'll have enough sway to apply some new changes…
"Laxus," Freed, his right hand, said, grabbing his attention.
"Hmph, what is it, Freed?"
"Have you decided who's going to be your partner in this year's trial?" Freed asked him, getting the other's attention as well.
Laxus smiled as he pondered on Freed's inquiry. It was true that most of the time that those selected for the S-Class trials would pick a partner to help them along. But Laxus didn't need help, partnering up was for those who truly didn't deserve S-Class; if you were S-Class material then you shouldn't need a partner, especially one who was weaker than you too. "Ha! I've decided that-"
*WHAM!*
Suddenly, the doors to the guild flew open, interrupting the Lightning Mage, which annoyed him. Laxus growled as he turned to look at who ever decided to do that, if it was that Natsu brat- But it wasn't. It was some guy in ratty clothes lunging forward with a stick and bindle in his right hand, holding it like a sword, and his left arm guarding his chest. And he was wearing the ugliest hat Laxus had ever seen in his life; Laxus already hated this guy. It was just something deep down inside of him, something that told the young Lightning wizard that this… this inbred hick would be the bane of his existence for as long as he knew him.
"Who's that?" Bickslow asked which was followed by his 'babies' saying the same thing.
"I don't know," Evergreen replied as she eyed the man before smiling wryly, "but he's kinda hot…"
Everyone at the table looked at the teenage girl as she giggled like, well, a teenage girl. Freed shook his head then turned his eyes back to the individual. He watched as the man finally got out of his bizarre pose by shouldering his stick and bindle. He seemed to just stand there…. Menacingly. "What is he do-"
"OI!" The man called out, causing the murmuring guild, including Freed, to become quiet. The man's free hand went to one of the pockets on his shirt, and retrieve an envelope. "I have a letter for the guild master of you lot," the man declared, holding the letter high in the air, "so which one of you blokes is ya master?"
Laxus got up then, abruptly and violently, drawing everyone's eyes to him as his chair rattled on the ground. He turned to face this stranger with cold, orange eyes. "What's your business here," Laxus demanded, not asked but demanded.
The man sighed then, tilting his hat up, revealing emerald eyes that burned with the passion of the sun. "Good Grief, I just asked who your guild master was," he said sarcastically, causing a vein on Laxus's forehead to bulge out, but suddenly, the stranger snapped his fingers and pointed at the Lightning Wizard, "You next line is: 'Answer the question, trash.' Toyu!"
Laxus gritted his teeth, grinding them together. "Answer the question, trash!" He shouted in anger at the bizarre man, but his eyes went wide, and as did everyone else, as what the man said clicked in his head. But instead of being surprised or anything else like that, Laxus got angry. He glared at the man, lightning arced around him, and shot up his arms.
"Tsk, Tsk, Tsk," the man shamed, "didn't your mother-"
A bolt of lightning struck right in front of the man, taking him by surprise, and out of the bolt came an enraged Laxus, flying at him with a lightning covered fist. "YOU BASTARD!" Laxus roared as sent his fist flying at the man.
But his attack was blocked by a giant hand. "Laxus!" Makarov, third master of Fairy Tail, yelled as he came out of his office; retracting his arm, he walked to the two teens. "What is the meaning of this, boy." Everyone was shocked by the strength the elderly man displayed, especially the younger members of the guild. "Well? I'm waiting for an answer…"
Laxus continued to grind his teeth, almost to the point of cracking one of them, before calmly turning to face his grandfather. "Apologies, old man," Laxus said cooly with a masterfully crafted fake smile, "I shamefully let my temper get to me in that moment, and lashed out after this…" He then motioned to the guy behind him, which drew the eyes of Makarov to him, "this uneducated fellow thought it wise to speak of my mother."
Makarov had his eyes closed in deep thought. "Hmm… I see," Makarov's eyes shot open, looking right at the newcomer. "Young man, what brings you to Fairy Tail?"
Again, the stranger sighed as he held his letter. "You the guild master?"
"Yes I' am."
He handed the letter to the old man. "Then this is for you…"
Makarov took the letter, he had to squint to read the name it was addressed to since the envelope was so weathered, but it didn't say his name; what was written was one word, Brother…
Raising an eyebrow, Makarov looked up at the man who gave him this letter. "Are you sure this is for me?"
Sighing for the third time that day, the stranger knelt down to Makarov's level, "Your names Makarov Dreyar, right?" He asked, getting a nod from the old man, "I assure you, that letter is for you."
Makarov starred at the at the piece of paper, wondering at who might've wrote it, but he did have one idea who it might be, and the only way to confirm his suspicions was to open it. And he did, tearing open the envelope, Makarov pulled out a cream color letter, and what he read on it shocked him to his core. "Young man," the old man said as he quickly tucked the paper into his coat pocket, "if you would, please join me in my office so we can talk freely, and Laxus?" At that, the lightning mage looked at his grandfather. "I will speak with you after I get done with our new friend here."
Laxus only nodded to his grandfather as he, and the man that vexed him with his very existence, left for the guild master's office, leaving Laxus to simmer in his rage and anger. "Damn you! Damn you to hell!"
Guild Master's office
Joey followed the old timer into his office, it was a spacious place if you were the old guy's size. Book Shelves were full of texts, not on magical mysteries, but on legal matters, guides, and rules on how to run a mages' guild, stuff you expect to find in an office. He took his seat in the chair in front of the desk as the old man took his at his seat from behind the desk. Joey saw that he looked old, not from his age, he was good at reading people and Makarov was one to carry the energy and spirit of someone half his age; however it looked as that energy and spirit had ran out, and left a man truly feeling the years come down on him.
"How… How were his finally moments?" Makarov asked with a shaky voice.
"They were peaceful," Joey replied somberly, "he had me sit down cross-legged in front of him like we always do when we do meditative breathing. Told me this session would be different, that he could feel that I was going to make a breakthrough in my Hamon training," Joey let out a small laugh then, "grandpa was always full of shit…"
In that room, two great men cried silently as remembered a close friend. To the young Joestar, the man was his teacher, master, and, most importantly, his adoptive grandfather. To Makarov, the man was his brother, by bond and law, and someone he regrets falling out with to this day.
Jorge J. Easybeats came to Fairy Tail nearly sixty years ago with his sister from the southern continent after their aboriginal village was destroyed by vampires and zombies. They lived a happy life with the guild, Easybeats would go out on jobs with Makarov's team and cause havoc doing said jobs, and it wasn't long until Easybeats's little sister fell in love with the young Makarov. Those were the good times, but they ended right after Makarov's son, Ivan, was born. Easybeats's past came back, a Vampire attacked Mrs. Dreyar on her way home from working at the bar in Fairy Tail, draining her dry. Grief drove Easybeats and Makarov nearly mad as the two hunted the monster, but in doing so they found a dark secret of Fairy Tail itself.
After destroying the monster with his Hamon, Easybeats left the guild to go back to the Land Down Under with an artifact of his people that he brought with him. There he spent fifty years of his life training in the ways of Hamon, and magnetism. One day, however, he found a newborn baby at his shack's doorstep with only a note telling him the baby's name, and so began Easybeats seventeen years of training the child in the ways of Hamon until it was time to pass on the torch by willingly giving the grown boy, Joey Joestar, his Hamon, thus rapidly advancing his aging process causing his death, but in doing so, Easybeats increased Joey's Hamon to levels beyond the eighty year old master.
"...We just had enough time to say goodbye, and then, Grandad Easybeats was gone…" Joey said as he dried his tears. Just thinking of the old man was painful, but it was made easier since Makarov shared in with his heartache. "You know," Joey began with a smile, "in a way, grandad lives on through me since I absorbed his Hamon."
At that, Makarov smiled too. "Yes, I do believe you're right; the memory of Jorge Joseph Easybeats lives on through his successor and grandson."
"So, what now?" Joey asked.
"Now, my dear boy, is the time to discuss this business of the Red Stone of Ajax?" Makarov said, getting a small laugh from Joey.
"It's pronounced Aja," Joey said with a smile before turning his expression serious, "and yes it is time." The Joestar reach into his front pocket and pulled out a bundle of cloth. "Dim the lights, don't want this thing to shoot a laser that would cut someone in half." The guild master did as Joey asked, and the lacrima lamp dimmed considerably. Joey placed the bundle on the table and began to gently unwrap it. "Old man Dreyar, this," the cloth came off little by little, revealing ruby red underneath, "is," Makarov could see the shape now, the triangular dimensions with parabolic sides were astonishingly perfect, "the," the gem gleamed even in the low light, stunning Makarov, "Red Stone of Aja, or as I like to call it, a Super Aja."
The stone glowed menacingly as the weak light from the lamp hit it. Joey quickly grabbed it and pointed the rock down as it shot a red beam of light, burning a hole in Makarov's desk. "OH MY GOD!" The old man yelled as the red stone stopped firing. He looked at the smoldering hole in his desk and saw that it went all the way through it, leaving a burn mark on the floor. "That stone did this with only the light from the lamp, even though it was dimmed to the point of it being almost pointless to have on!"
Joey wrapped the rock back up, nodding his head. "It refracts light at a million times more power than when it goes into the stone; it's a hyper focusing lense." He left the rewrapped stone on the table as he continued to speak. "If it gets into the wrong hands, weapons of untold power would be created, or worse…"
"What could be worse than weapons of mass destruction?" Makarov asked fearfully, hoping he wouldn't regret his inquiry.
"In grandad's latter years, he devoted himself to wiping all of the Vampires and Zombies off the face of the Land Down Under, and he did it, too," Joey said simply, "but as he explored a vampiric temple ruin one day, he found hundreds of them."
"Hundreds of what?" Makarov asked.
Joey's eyes hardened then. "Stone Masks," Joey said bitterly, earning a surprised gasp from Makarov, "all of them had a hole in them on the forehead, looking more like a slot to put something in…"
The desk and the room seemed to rumble under the pressure of the knowledge Joey was a about to share. "...And that something is the Super Aja!" The old man went pale a the implementations of that. "Makarov! Whatever made the Stone Masks made them with the Red Stone in mind! We mustn't let the Red Stone fall in the hands on anyone with these special masks, or something terrible will happen!"
Makarov stared at the Joey in shock, it was hard enough sixty years to slay the monster that took his wife, but the thought of someone using the Red Stone with the Stone Mask together terrified him. What power could a person gain using a Mask fitted with the Red Stone? "Young man, I won't lie, that Stone needs to be destroyed…"
Joey frowned as he shook his head. "Grandad told me a story, a legend really," he said, "in the story, 'He who stands on top of the Pillar of Men will find his ultimate ruin in his perfection from Aja he seeked; for the light within will burn his mountain of hubris and removes his perfection from this world.'" Joey paused to catch his breath, "You see? This rock is key…"
The guild master had his hands folded together and rested his chin a top as he went into deep thought. That stone posed a very real threat to his guild and, by extension, his children, but it would leave a sour taste in his mouth to turn away the adopted grandson of his brother-in-law, plus in the letter, Easybeats said he was worried that Joey would be alone, something he didn't want, and why he sent his boy from his home land to Ishgar, to Fiore, to Magnolia, to Fairy Tail.
And Makarov would not spit on the memory of his friend. "Joey, I've come to a decision," He announced, grabbing the young man's attention. Makarov smiled as he spoke, "Welcome to Fairy Tail…"
===To be continued===
Author's Note.
Yo! this is my first story I've shared with anyone in a long time, and, for someone who doesn't think too highly of their literature skills in terms of writing and spelling, I'm kinda happy with the way things turned out. Anyway, here's some details on our main character; his full name is Jonathan Joestar, but has gone by Joey his whole life, like how Jonathan in Steel Ball Run went by Johnny. He is a combination of the first three JoJos, Johnathan, Joseph, and Jotaro, so he embodies the qualities of them, and their personal quirks they have. His outfit, I only spoke of it a little, is based off of Crocodile Dundee, and he kinda looks like a cross between Jonathan and Dundee, except he has dark, night blue hair.
He does not have a Stand, not yet at least, so for right now he has Hamon and Sendo Martial Arts as his weapons. Hamon in this story has a distinct advantage over magic since they are two different energies, so only people without magic can use it. You might be wondering why I would do that? I was simply interested on how they would interact with each other; magical energy comes from outside of the users body, while Hamon is created from within, it seemed kinda reasonable that they would not mix. Plus I read a really awesome One Piece/Fairy Tail story that did something similar with Haki and Magic, so why not do the same?
Shout out to anyone who spotted the musical references in this chapter