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A Ghost's Conviction

Chapter one: The new Lieutenant

The reek of alcohol, cigarettes, sweat and something extremely lewd covered a dimly lit room. It was a mess, empty bottles lying everywhere, playing cards littered the floor, clothes draped around the place. A white cover was placed on the ground and under it a figure was laying, probably asleep. A bare foot dangling from the piece of cloth, twitching slightly when something beside the cover started ringing.

The person under the cover groaned and moved to his side. He didn't know who was calling him nor did he care. He had too much of a hangover to even be bothered. After a few minutes the ringing stopped and the individual that was trying his best to get a few more hours of shut-eye sighed in satisfaction.

To his displeasure, the phone started ringing again. He growled and started moving. A hand shot out of the covers and searched for a phone. It tapped the ground in its hunt until it finally caught its prey and pulled it towards under the cover. Without even trying to see where he was pressing he just pushed his palm against the touch-pad of the phone and put it against his ear, "What do ya want, I'm sleeping over here." He complained and a sigh could be heard from the other end of the line.

"You're still sleeping? Damn, I thought you'd wake up sooner or later and I just left for work." The person said, making the other behind the cover smirk slightly.

"Gray?" He coughed quietly from the bitter taste of alcohol in his throat, "Thanks for that. I still have a shitty hangover though." He yawned, "What the hell happened yesterday?"

Gray's chuckle was heard, "I haven't seen you this drunk since high-school. Check to your side." He said and the person lying on the ground could almost see Gray's grin. Sighing, he let his left hand dangle to his side until he felt something warm. It peaked his curiosity and he continued… until he grasped something soft, erecting a girlish moan of pure ecstasy from under the cover.

As soon as the moan reverberated through the room a figure shot out from under the cover and sat up. He was a man in his twenties, had pink hair that was spiky in every direction, although his bedhead didn't even matter since it was like that most of the time. He had pointy onyx-black eyes and a muscular build. A blush covered the man's face as he glanced to his side and saw that his hand had grabbed a breast… a large breast. Carefully moving his appendage away so he didn't wake up the woman, he examined her and almost paled. Pale skin, long dark-purple hair and brown eyes. 'I'm so dead.'

He placed his phone against his right ear shakily and could hear Gray's laughter echoing through the receiver, "Gray, mind explaining why the fuck am I lying on the ground with Major Milkovich… who is butt naked?" He wanted to shout, he really did, but he was extremely afraid of this woman's fury once she woke up. If she actually did sleep with him then she probably didn't remember anything from last night, same as him.

"Major Milkovich? Really, Natsu? Shouldn't you be calling her Ultear-chan by now or something?" Gray laughed again and the man, now known as Natsu, had to suppress a groan. This wasn't the time for his shitty jokes.

"I ain't joking, jackass. If she wakes up I'm fucking dead." He growled quietly, which only increased Gray's laughter.

The man on the other end of the line coughed, "H-holy shit, I thought I was about to die there for a second…" He coughed again, "Why are you on the ground? Beats me. You were so drunk last night you probably didn't care to find a decent spot to sleep in. Neither of you did." Gray chuckled and Natsu's eyes widened.

"So you're telling me we really did… uh… sleep together?" He asked, although he already knew the answer to that, if both of them lying naked and close to each other was any indication, that is, "Okay, don't answer that. Was she as smashed as I was?"

"Nope." Gray said and it was obvious that he was grinning… more obvious was Natsu's completely astounded face.

"Wait… what? Are you telling me what I think you're telling me?" 'There is absolutely no fucking way.'

"Well… she was drunk, but not as much as you. Hell, it's probably impossible to get as drunk as you were yesterday without dying." He said and Natsu yawned. Carefully, he stood up while trying not to wake up the naked beauty beside him. He couldn't lie, she was smoking hot, but this was the Major he's talking about. The Major that kicked his ass if he ever did anything wrong or destroyed too much shit during missions. Hell, even simple fights against other pilots ended up with him taking Ultear's boot up his ass… not literally, of course.

Just as he stood up he felt light-headed and dizzy. The hangover did take its toll on him. Inhaling the scent of Gray's apartment, he had to keep himself from puking. Focusing on the phone, he spoke, "What the fuck did we celebrate yesterday anyway? This place looks like something from a shitty disaster movie."

Gray laughed again, "What? You don't remember? Come over to HQ and you'll find out." Gray said and hung up, almost making Natsu throw his phone across the room. Yawning again, he looked around the room to find some form of underwear… which he did, in the fridge. Why was his underwear in the fridge? He had no clue, although it did make him facepalm. Sliding his boxers on, he searched for something to drink in the fridge since it almost felt like ferrets were doing anal in his throat. He pushed an empty can of beer away and found some soda. Taking it and forcefully opening it he jugged almost half of it down in one go before coughing from the bubbles invading his already sensitive throat. He punched his chest a few times before the tingling stopped and he sighed.

Glancing to the side, he saw his clothing scattered around the bathroom. His boxers were in the fridge, his clothes were in the bathroom... and his shoes were in a litter box. What the hell did they do last night? 'Scratch that, I think I don't want to know.' He thought as he put his clothes on. He had the standard military issued officer clothing, white shoes, white pants and a white jacket under which was his red tee with a dragon designed on his chest.

The white jacket had an emblem of a dragon on the left arm's bicep with the words 'Ryuukishi' embedded below it, indicating his regiment, Dragon Knight. On the right side of the jacket's chest was a grey vertical symbol, indicating the rank of First Lieutenant, which he still wasn't quite aware of. On the lower side of the left side of his chest, just below his ranking insignia, was his name. Natsu Dragneel.

Zipping up his jacket, Natsu glanced towards where the Major was lying, still fast asleep. He sighed and smirked at the image. A slight tint of red plastering itself on his cheeks at the sight of her exposed body. Gulping down, he walked towards her and hesitantly picked her up bridal style. Carefully so she doesn't wake up, he carried her to a nearby sofa and placed the woman on it gently, making sure to cover her exposed body with the white cover.

Making his way towards the exit of the room and opening the door, he spared one last glance towards the snoring woman and smiled fondly. He couldn't lie, he did like her to a degree… it was just that she was unapproachable. Sure, they slept together, big deal; to her it was probably the same as blowing off steam after a hard day of kicking some unlucky Private's ass. He wasn't calling her a whore though, oh God no.

Sighing, he stepped forward and closed the door behind him. Shoving his hands in his pockets, he made his way through the long white corridor. Glancing at the many doors along it with personnel names etched at their base, Natsu sighed for the umpteenth time this morning. Why the hell was his place so far from Gray's? Ever since the guy got promoted to First Lieutenant he's been living in the officer quarters and was boasting about it non-stop. The food was better, the accommodations were way better (as Natsu had seen himself) and, above all, they had room service. Room service! What the pinkette wouldn't give for someone getting his lunch to him or cleaning his apartment, a chore he hated with all his being.

Walking through the corridor and yawning whole heartedly, he noticed a few officers standing near an opened door to one of the many apartments. He was planning to just stroll by, ignoring them (since he hated all of those stupid rules the military had) but he was surprised when all three of them stood at attention and saluted him. He quirked an eyebrow and returned his salute lazily, "At ease." He said and kept walking.

A thought struck him. Why did they salute him? They were Warrant Officers and he was only a Sergeant… this didn't make sense. Lower ranking soldiers should salute higher ranking ones first, not the other way around. Scratching his temple, he groaned over dramatically and chose to ignore it. His head was pounding too much for his own good. Natsu swore to himself he would never drink again, 'Oh if only I'd get a jewel for every time I've said that… I'd be loaded by now.' He thought to himself with a sweatdrop and continued on his path towards the elevator leading to HQ.

The apartment complex for soldiers was basically the same building as HQ. The upper quarters were reserved for higher ranking officers such as Warrant Officers and above. There was a top suite for Majors and above. The mid-section was for Sergeant Majors and below, meaning Natsu's apartment was a few floors down. The lower section was the mess hall and barracks, a shooting range and an armory with the basic weapons and needs of foot soldiers. A standard military headquarters. Underground, however, were the Ryuukishi headquarters with its own shooting range and armory plus a testing field made to try out newly made experimental weapons.

The Ryuukishi had many different weapons that a foot soldier would kill for. They had state of the art technology, safer environments and, above all, a higher pay grade. But the Knights' lives weren't as easy as one might think. With a higher rank and better technology come better, and harder, missions. If there was a mission which the Special Forces couldn't handle or was considered top secret or of high importance it was immediately handed to the Ryuukishi. Sometimes Natsu wondered why the hell he even bothered to join the Ryuukishi in the first place. Sure, he was an astounding pilot, one of the best, he heard, but the work that he had to do sometimes made him want to up and leave. Settle in a house somewhere in a remote place in Area 7 or 8 and just take it easy, live a careless life where he didn't have to worry about a plasma imbued bullet piercing the hull of his Sanshōo 2(Salamander 2).

He was awoken from his thoughts when he saw a blonde girl running his way while shouting his name. She wore the same military outfit he did, only that instead of pants it had a skirt that ended mid-thigh and boots that went to the middle of her shin, "Good morning Lt." She greeted and smiled towards him.

"Mornin' Mavis." He yawned and entered the elevator. She followed before pressing one of the many buttons.

"You stink." She said while scratching the side of her nose.

Natsu groaned, "Please, don't ask…" He glanced at her curiously, "And hey, is that anyway to talk to your… wait, what did you call me?" the pinkette asked dumbfounded.

The girl facepalmed, "Did you get drunk last night again? You were promoted to First Lieutenant, don't you remember?"

Natsu deflated. Seriously? Now he remembered why they were drinking in the first place. After a mission in the wasteland that had gone terribly wrong due to rebel involvement Natsu's team was pinned down with almost all of their Mechs destroyed. Reinforcements with evac were about fifty klicks away which meant they had to fend for themselves. Add to the fact that they had almost no cover and were surrounded from all sides by a dozen or so hostile Mechs.

Natsu was one of the lucky ones and wasn't caught in the EMP blast that short circuited most of their fighters. He fought valiantly, or so the council said, and was able to hold out until New Fiore's reinforcements arrived. Using an experimental weapon that he carried with him as a last resort. The weapon, essentially being an Etherion powered sword, gave him an extreme boost to his Sanshōo 2 and he was able to render most of the rebel Mechs useless. That is, until the weapon overloaded and exploded in his face, causing his Mech to lose an arm and almost shatter into pieces in general.

After all that, the enemy didn't have enough soldiers to keep fighting and the arrival of New Fiore's reinforcements intimidated them to the point that they had to retreat.

He still didn't get it though. This was the first time the council promoted someone for a mission that almost ended in failure; much less from Sarge to first Lieutenant. If he wanted to be promoted it wasn't from something like this. He almost died. In his eyes, he should've been demoted. This shouldn't be something that required a damned promotion!

The blonde girl sighed, "Don't tell me you're still beating yourself up over what happened?"

"I ain't beating myself up, but this just isn't right." He complained, "I wasn't able to control that stupid sword and I almost got killed along with my unit. Why the hell would they promote me for something like that, huh? It just doesn't make any sense!"

The blonde scratched her temple in annoyance, "Look, you were promoted because you saved your unit. It doesn't matter how or that the Sanshōo 2 was almost destroyed. You protected them; you risked your own life by using an experimental weapon to save your men and the mission." Noticing that his expression softened she smiled, "And I think the test itself added to it as well."

Natsu quirked an eyebrow, "What do you mean? What test?" He asked as the lift passed the mess hall.

"The Etherion weapons need testing in the field but the higher ups can't afford to lose a Ryuukishi because of a weapon malfunction. I guess, in a way, they are grateful to you for using it and showing what it can do." Mavis explained.

The man sighed, "So I guess the Sanshōo's been stripped?"

She shook her head, "On the contrary, it has already been repaired. The only thing they did was take your vision logs to analyze the Etherion weapon's capabilities. I think this was a gift from the council as well."

Natsu ruffled his hair, "Weird."

The girl quirked an eyebrow, "What is?"

"They never do stuff like that out of the goodness of their hearts, no matter what you've done, you know this. Hell, even if I'd have killed two hundred rebels and destroyed Magnolia they wouldn't give me shit. Their so called 'generosity' is suspicious." He said and exited the elevator once it reached underground levels.

Mavis sighed, "You're being paranoid."

"Whatever." He said and motioned for her to come with him with a wave of his hand.

On the way to his squad's barracks he saw many other Ryuukishi and higher up personnel. All of them saluting him and he was returning the gesture. They seemed… different. There were two factors to consider as to why this change had occurred. First: his mission. They were probably the same as the council, thinking that he did a great job by almost failing a mission. Second: there really was something off about this whole situation.

Sighing, he turned a corner and finally reached his destination. Large metallic double doors with a touchpad to their side. Above the door it read: 'Ghost.' Pressing his thumb against the pad, he hummed while it scanned the finger and glowed a green affirmative before the doors opened. He entered the room, closely followed by Mavis, where three men sat. They all perked up and saluted the just arrived pinkette.

"At ease, fellas." Natsu waved with his hand and sat down on a chair. The three pulling up chairs as well and sitting near him around a table. They were all muscular figures of average height. One of them had blond, spiky hair, styled in almost the same way as Natsu's, and blue eyes. Sting Eucliffe. Another was of black hair that framed his face with a large bang covering his right eye. Combined with red eyes, he looked like a really intimidating figure. Rogue Cheney. The third one was a lean figure and had his own look, so to speak. He had spiky hair, the top of it spiky black while the bottom was a longer and straighter white, a set of five maroon beads on the right strand of his hair. The same as with Rogue, this individual had red eyes which, combined with his hair, made him look even scarier than the former. Midnight. They just called him that since no one bothered to know his real name. The man, not minding the nickname, never bothered to give his real name either.

"Congrats on the promotion Sarge! Oh… you're a Lt. now, I guess." Sting chuckled, making Natsu groan.

"Don't start, Sting, you know I hate all those formalities that come with rank." The pinkette complained.

"But aren't the accommodations worth it?" The blond asked.

"Hell yeah they are, especially the room service!" He yelled out with his fist in the air, making Mavis and Sting chuckle while the other two sighed.

"So what's the problem?" Rogue couldn't help but ask.

Natsu scratched his temple, trying to think of a way to respond, "It's uncalled for." He said, making the black-haired man quirk an eyebrow, "Look, they promoted me for a mission gone wrong. It says clearly in the logs that I was the one who ordered a change in route. And what happened next? We were ambushed by over a dozen wasteland fuckers and almost got killed."

"But we didn't." Midnight added.

"Yeah, we didn't, but we almost did. If it wasn't for that Etherion weapon we would've died because of the bad call I made." Natsu said and sighed while leaning back in his chair.

"Don't worry about it Lt." Sting said, "We're alive, aren't we? Save moping for later and let's go have a drink!" He said and Natsu's face went green. He honestly almost puked. All three of Ghost squad quirked an eyebrow and looked at Mavis, "What's wrong with him, Vice?" The blond man inquired.

Mavis Vermillion was known throughout New Fiore as the second in command of Ghost squad, which meant being second in command to Natsu Dragneel, an impulsive and young soldier who had just become a lieutenant. But to Ghost, she was known as Vice, A.K.A. Vice-Commander, "He over celebrated last night, didn't you, Lt.? I wonder if the Major's still at Gray's place." She said and Natsu jumped out of his seat.

"H-h-h-how did you know?" Natsu almost shouted while holding his mouth, his face still green.

"So she did go to your place." The girl grinned and Natsu's face visibly paled. He fell for it. He fucking fell for it, "So what happened?"

"Nothing happened!" Natsu defended.

Sting bumped Rogue's arm with his elbow, "The hell are those two talking about?"

"No idea." The black-haired man shrugged, "I wonder what the Major's got to do with this though."

"How the hell did you know she was with us?!" Natsu shouted. She already knew Ultear was with them so what was the point of hiding it?

"I saw her going to Gray's place's direction and had a hunch she was going to you guys, guess I was right." Mavis grinned, "So… did you do her?"

"What the hell, Vice! Shut up!" Natsu shouted, making the blonde girl laugh.

Before the conversation could progress any further a voice boomed through their comms, "Ghost, report to Command Center, I repeat, Ghost, report to Command Center."

Groaning, Natsu turned to Mavis, "I knew something was up."

"Just go already, lover-boy." The blonde girl said with a chuckle as Natsu stared at her blankly. He was definitely going to get back at her for this.

"Oh, by the way," Midnight interrupted, "Congrats on becoming Second Lieutenant, Vice." He said and Natsu's jaw fell.

"What the hell, since when?" He roared.

"The same time you got your promotion." She pouted, "Are you telling me you didn't know?"

"Why the hell should I care?" The pinkette stuck out his tongue, "And what's up with the higher ups anyways? Throwing random promotions left and right…"

"It's to keep me as your second in command." She explained, "They know Ghost squad works the best with its members the way they are and that's why they bumped me up a rank… or a few… so I can stay as your Vice."

"That didn't make any sense." Natsu said and exited the room, closely followed by the four.

Walking through the many underground corridors, Natsu had a slight flashback to the events that occurred yesterday…

"C'mon Gray, pass me a beer!" Natsu shouted; his face red from drinking too much alcohol and he was wavering while standing.

"Don't you think you've had enough?" Gray hiccupped mid-sentence.

"No!" The pinkette shouted and took the can of beer from the brunette forcefully. He had lost count of how many he drank and he didn't care even If he'd drink the whole supply of beer Crocus could offer. They were supposed to be drinking in celebration, but he was drinking to down the sorrow of the new rank he got. What, you think he wasn't happy? He was ecstatic. It was just the thought of how much work he'd have to do that weighed all of the happiness down.

There were only two of them now, but about an hour ago there were more. Many of Gray's friends came to congratulate Natsu and drink to him, but none of them could drink the way the two did and left before they got too drunk.

At about 2300 there was a sharp knock on the door, "Open this door, now!"

"Eh?" Natsu hiccupped and glanced at the door, "Go away! We're drinkin' 'ere!"

"I said open the door, now!" The voice boomed again as more knocks shook the door.

"Oi oi, I think that's the Major!" Gray warned and shivered slightly.

Natsu stared at him blankly. Taking another large gulp of beer and finishing half the can he grinned like an idiot,"I got an idea." He said and hiccupped. Gray's face visibly paled at the revelation. Natsu's ideas were never good. The brunette tried to stop him but tripped on the same empty can Natsu threw away and fell face-first on the floor.

Natsu wobbled to the door, "Aye, I can hear ya, wait a sec, I'm openin' the door." He said and gripped the handle, almost falling to his side in the process. Opening it, he was met with the glare of a certain dark-purple haired pissed off Major.

"What is the meaning of this racket!? And why are you drunk!? Expl…" She was cut short when the pinkette's lips crashed against her own. Her eyes widened and a blush covered her face. His tongue demanded entrance and she was unable to deny it. The taste of alcohol seeped through his saliva and she almost coughed from the sheer amount of it.

She tried pushing him away but his hands almost instinctively grabbed hers and firmly kept them on her back. He held her arms with one of his own while his other hand ended up on her rear. She squealed at the contact before she was pulled into the room and the door closed with a thud.

Natsu placed his hand against his mouth. He was fucked. He was, literally, fucked. How the hell was he supposed to look the Major in the eyes when he practically forced himself on her? Sighing, he continued to the Command Center where he saw Gray leaning on a wall and grinning at him.

"So… how was she?" He asked, making Natsu groan and facepalm.

"Don't start, please." The pinkette said, making Mavis chuckle and the three others raise an eyebrow.

"Now I'm really curious." Rogue remarked as they entered the center. It was a large room with a long round table in the middle. Natsu sat on a chair next to it, to his right sat Gray and to his left sat Mavis. Rogue, Sting and Midnight sat to Mavis's left.

At the head of the table sat an older man. Massive in build, he had long light hair which was tidily gathered at the back of his head, a thick beard and a mustache covered the lower part of the man's face. He wore the same standard military outfit which sides and chest panels were filled to the brim with medals and commendations. Clearly a show of his impressive track record as a soldier, Ryuukishi and commander.

"General Jiemma." Natsu saluted and the five others followed. Jiemma nodded and passed them an envelope.

"Ghost, you have another mission." He said, making Natsu quirk an eyebrow. He opened the envelope and read the contents.

Eyes narrowing, the man glanced at the General, "A long-term mission, sir?"

"That is correct." He nodded, "Our scouts have discovered an abandoned Etherion dig site, still intact. We suspect it is rebel owned, based on the reports of unusual movement of civilians around that area."

"Civilians, sir?" Midnight asked, eyes locked at the older man.

"A city is located nearby; population estimate is give or take five hundred." Jiemma explained.

"Are they hostile?" Natsu asked.

"We are not sure. No reports have come in of hostile behavior against our scouts from the inhabitants of the city." He said.

"You are to take back the mining base and secure it for our excavation team to set up. Once that is done we will requisition reinforcements to aid you in protecting the science team until they finish." The older man ordered.

Natsu bit his lip, 'We're stealing from those people again. Isn't it enough that they have to live in the wastes without any support?' he didn't like it. The military spat nonsense about how they were supposed to fight against the rebellion, yet it was their fault to begin with that the rebellion even needed to be created. Everyone in the military knew this yet no one bothered to lift up their lazy asses to do anything about it.

He looked up from the paper in his hands and focused on the General, "Rules of engagement, sir?"

"Kill any hostiles on sight. Keep civilians from entering the area of the mining base. If anyone is to breach the area they are considered hostile." He said with a tone of finality, making the pinkette sigh.

Great, another slaughter. Just what he needed.

Sighing, he placed the piece of paper back in the envelope and threw it to the General, "When do we mobilize?"

"1200." Jiemma said and took the envelope. He stood up and made his way to the exit of the room. Before exiting, he saluted and the five, except Natsu, returned the gesture

Natsu glanced at his watch and frowned. It was 1130. This was grand; he had one hell of a hangover and was supposed to lead his team into a battlefield. The place was probably infested by rebels and they have, no doubt, set up a defensive perimeter. After they take it they're supposed to protect the science team, for about five days, he guessed, judging by the amount of time those nerds took to excavate important shit, and escort them back to New Fiore.

Scratching the back of his head, he groaned over dramatically before turning to his squad, "Ghost, gear up and meet me at the hangar in 15." He ordered.

All three of them grinned and saluted, "Alright!" They said and swiftly left the room.

"What about me, Lt.?" Mavis asked, watching the new lieutenant curiously.

"Stay here and make sure Intel doesn't fuck up. I don't want to step on five fucking hundred rebels just because those guys had a stick up their ass and thought it would be fun to watch us die." He said, making her chuckle before she nodded and left the room.

"This is just fucking great. I knew something was off with the way the guys were all 'I'm so nice so I'll salute you' bullshit." Natsu complained before he slumped down into one of the many chairs littering the room.

Gray chuckled, "Look on the bright side, you won't have to talk to the Major for a while."

The pinkette glanced at his friend and rolled his eyes, "You know, I think I'd rather let her beat me up than go on another slaughter fest." Natsu said, effectively making the brunette frown.

"Oi, don't talk about shit like that. If they think you're going against the council they'll put you in prison." He said.

Natsu groaned, "What the hell? Can't a guy even express his thoughts for once?" He said, "Look, you and I both know what the fuck made the guys over the wall create that damned rebellion in the first place. Us. Fucking Crocus. And now we're stealing from them. I bet if the council wanted peace the rebels would accept and this meaningless bullshit would stop."

"You know it's not that easy." Gray sighed, "The rebels probably wouldn't even believe a word the council would say."

"That still doesn't mean I should like killing innocent people to satisfy those greedy pigs' needs." He complained.

Gray's eyes narrowed as he stood up, "Why the fuck did you even join the military if you keep whining because of something like this?" Natsu looked at him, surprise etched on his face before it was replaced with anger, "Just go and do your damned mission already." The brunette growled

"You want to know why I joined this stupid military? To find the fucker that orchestrated the destruction of my home, that's why! Or are you telling me you forgot, huh?" Natsu almost screamed at his face and the brunette instantly regretted what he had said. In the past, almost twenty years ago, New Fiore was larger, a lot larger. It spanned throughout almost half the continent and prospered more than ever. Today New Fiore has Areas spanning from one to nine. All those years ago it had almost twenty, until the rebels formed. From an unknown source they had gotten state of the art Mechs that plowed through the military's defenses and crushed almost half of New Fiore. The military managed to push the exhausted rebels back when they reached Crocus. Many civilians died and barely any escaped. Renovation works are still happening to this day.

One of those areas, Area 15, was Natsu's home. It was one of the first to be destroyed and it probably got the worst of it. Out of almost ten thousand people only a handful remained. Natsu was one of the lucky ones. He was about five years old when the rebels advanced and by sheer luck his parents managed to sneak him onto one of the retreating military's armored vehicles. To this day Natsu seeks revenge. Not on the rebellion as a whole, but on the person who orchestrated everything. He knew it had to be someone on the inside since the Mechs they used all those years ago weren't something you'd find in rebel hands.

His palms clenched and his hands shaking, he punched a wall with the side of his fist before exiting the room. Damn Gray for worsening his mood even more. Damn him.

Yup, a new story. Why? Because I wanted to write something new.

Soooo... what'd you think? Leave your feedback in the review section please! Oh! And I haven't decided on a pairing yet. Suggestions? Erza is a no though, sorry.