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Chapter 1: Death and Rebirth.
Molten gold eyes opened slowly, taking its time to focus itself before drinking in the sight of the massive skyscrapers filling the city, stretching tall into the night sky as though attempting to grab the moon and snatch away the stars. Looking back down, He came to the sight of the many faceless civilians, clad in all sorts of different styles of clothing, walking to who knows where doing who knows what.
Uninterestedly, His neck craned upwards, coming to the sight of a traffic lights, slowly blinking itself from the red to the green. His legs slowly, robotically even, moved to step towards the empty road, slowly crossing it.
Golden eyes cringed as a bright light appeared in its line of sight and He released a sigh. Mechanically, as though dreading the sight that would greet him, He turned his head to the side to look for the source of the offending bright light.
A truck.
More specifically, a rusty yellow truck.
The thing honked at him, the loud noise blared loudly around the empty road but nevertheless, not a single man or woman turned to face it. The truck continued its track, not an ounce of its speed lost. In fact, it was quite possible that the thing was accelerating eagerly towards Him.
Once again, golden eyes watched with a sort of tired resignation before closing itself. With a cringe and the sound of tires screeching against the asphalt road, Axel let himself be hit by the speeding truck and greeted the engulfing darkness with an open arm.
In the beginning, I couldn't understand what was happening at all.
Everything was a mix of a plethora of colours, motion and sound, following no rhyme nor reason. It was as though an artist had decided to pour their entire supply of acrylic pain on their canvas while dancing a mix of tango and ballet dance with a broken jazz in the background. Simply looking at everything made my head spun. Luckily, my consciousness continued to slip from my grip every few minutes, so I was at least sparred from the mind-rape that was my eyesight.
I don't know how much time has passed since then, but one day I simply woke up.
And nothing made sense anymore.
I was pretty sure that I was dead. The feeling of the truck slamming into my body, the sound of breaking spines and shattering skull, the seething agony of rupturing organs, the warmth of my blood as it flowed out of my body and the horrible feeling of death, it was all too real to simply dismiss as a realistically horrific nightmare.
But here I am, alive and well, laying peacefully in what looked like a giant baby's crib. If that wasn't enough reason to go on a fit of panic attack, the fact that I was now in the body of a baby certainly would. Naturally, I freaked out, rolling around in my crib as I cried like a madman as loudly as my baby lungs could allow.
The door suddeny banged open, momentarily stopping my cries of panic before a woman strode casually into my room, face set on what looked like grim acceptance. She was a pretty example of womanly charm; curvaceous, slim, skin as smooth and peerless as high quality pearls and a beautiful face to complete the set. Her crimson red hair, done into a long, stylish ponytail, swayed with each step she took as she made her way towards my crib.
"What now?" She grumbled tiredly, barely loud enough for me to hear. Well, woman, you're quickly shaping yourself to be a real motherly figure, keep it up and I'm sure you'll catch up with the likes of Maleficent and Queen Jadis in no time.
The woman gingerly placed her hands on my diapers covered bottom, feeling me up for any wetness that would indicate me wetting myself. I don't know if I should feel embarrassed that a beautiful grown woman was touching me in that place or horrified that said woman was actually doing this to her own baby son.
"You're not pissing yourself." Well, thank you captain obvious, I can see that. The woman then proceeded to pick me up and rock me gently to sleep and while I hated to admit it, she did quite a good job in her rocking. "Sleep."
Fuck this. I'm going to learn walking as fast as I can and then I'm going to potty train myself just as fast. With that thought in mind, I slowy went back to sleep.
Four years went by in the blink of an eye and through those years I managed to gain a lot of crucial information about many things. For starters, I was apparently reborn into the fictional world of Hiro Mashima's Fairy Tail, precisely in the same village as one of its main heroine, Erza Scarlet; Rosemary Village. It was both a curse and a blessing, really. On one hand, this situation presented many ways for me to inject myself to the story. On the other hand, was slavery. Well, it was a future food for thought, I guess.
The time was something else, though. I don't know how far behind I am from the plot, considering that the village was still standing and not a pile of charred woods and bloody corpses on the ground. As far as my knowledge, there was also no Erza yet so I was pretty confident that the plot has yet to truly start.
Next, I was apparently named Axel with no surname whatsoever. My mother, Trisha, please note that the term was wholly biological in nature and consist of no personal attachment whatsoever, was apparently a prostitute, hence the reason why there is no surname in my name. That being said, I was probably a child made by accident.
Damn, that sucks.
If there's anything I could be thankful of, it was the genes. I kept my old golden eyes, several shade brighter than Trisha's own golden brown, with short, spiky black hair with some white tuft in the front that according to her, looked exactly like my father's. My skin tone was that of a light tan, showing that I was neither too adventurous nor too lazy to stay home all day. I wasn't being boastful when I say that I looked like one hell of a lady killer.
On a lighter note, this world is certainly funny. They spoke in japanese but writes in english, despite the total difference in both language. It made things slightly easier for me, so I ain't complaining about it.
That was about everything, I guess.
Oh right, almost forgot; Trisha's pregnant again.
Somehow, I really got a bad feeling about this.
As I walked through Rosemary village, I couldn't help but feel like the gears of fate was about to start its rotation. I could almost hear the clanking of steel as the gears spun the tales of FAIRY TAIL into reality-
CLACK!
-bringing about tragedies, hardships and lots of epic battles and cheesy motivational speech along the way. And I was stuck in a crossroad, whether to literally step off the ledge and into the abyss to try and change the story or to play it safe and stick to bright, cheery if useless civilian side. If every person had a gear of fate specifically designated for them, then I am sure mine was being indecisive about which way to turn.
CLACK! CLACK!
I whirled around, intend on giving the noisy person a piece of my mind when I came upon the sight that made me freeze in my spot and literally petrify to stone.
He was a tall man, easily reaching 6 foot in height, with a perfectly tanned skin, lean athletic build, sharp orange eyes and short, spiky black hair with white tuft in the front and a scar running across his face. He was dressed in a zipped-up sleeveless black vest, a pair of black jeans held on by a silver belt and a pair of armored shoes. On his right arm, was a black and orange gauntlet and on his back, was a large sheathed sword.
The stranger grinned at me. "So it seems she wasn't lying to me when she said that you're a carbon copy of me, dipshit." He said, grinning widely in a way that reminded me of a cheshire cat. "So, you're Axel, yeah? I'm your old man. The name's Lepanto, remember it well cuz' you're coming with me." Without even waiting for a reply, my self-declared dad proceeded to pick me up by the back of my neck and hauled me like a sack of potato.
"Wait, what?" I glared at the older man, so similar yet so different from myself. "Who the hell are you calling dipshit, you shitty old man?! And what do you mean by coming with you!? I'm not going anywhere! Put me down!" I screamed, hoping to gain the attention of the crowd and ask them for help. Strangely though, they looked as if they never realized that we exist here in the first place.
"Illusion magic. Convenient, right?" My alleged old man grinned at me, displaying rows of sharpened canine. "Now, listen to me. Your 'mom'-" He gave an air quote on that word. "-has decided to throw you to the dogs, i.e me, and let me do as I please with you. So, since you're now my responsibility, I am taking you with me on my bounty hunting/mercenary jobs." He said.
"That bitch." I growled under my breath.
"Her profession, exactly."
"Wait, so you're a bounty hunter?" I asked, intrigued. Hiro Mashima never mentioned anything about bounty hunters in Fairy Tail. Legal guilds, Independent guilds, Dark guilds, Balam Alliance, Treasure hunters, Ten Wizard Saints... nope. No bounty hunter ever mentioned.
"Uhuh. First time seeing one?" The older man asked.
"Sort of." I nodded.
"Not surprising. Nowadays, mages prefer to go join those pussy legal guilds for safe jobs and steady incomes. Or, in case of the more daring ones, join a dark guild to go on violent shenanigans and terrorizing the civilians. The Balam Alliance, I could tolerate, they are strong guys with large prices on their heads, the small fries though.. Tsk, little boys playing such big toys. I bet they secretly like to play house and dolls." He complained, annoyed by the, in his words, new generation of pussy mages.
"Err.. not that I didn't enjoy you criticizing every mage currently in existence, but could you please put me down, now?" I sweatdropped from my spot under his arms, feeling my pride taking blows after blows every second this little parade goes on.
"No. I'm not gonna risk you running away from me. Besides, I walk faster than a dipshit like you." My.. well, I guess I'll have to start calling him my old man, said, looking at me as though I was a little rabbit that was about to escape from his grip the moment he turned his eyes away from me.
"I'm not a dipshit, you shitty old man!" Yup, that will be his term of endearment. "And I can freakin' walk fast with my own two feet!"
"Still no." He smirked. He was totally enjoying this, I knew it!
"Shitty old man." I grumbled, but ultimately let the matter go.
"By the way, I'm also going to train you into a pro bounty hunter, so don't you ever think of being lazy around me, dipshit." He said, orange eyes gleaming with sadistic anticipation at the prospect of training me to the ground until I sweat and cries blood. The image gave me a deep shiver. "Hehe.. Look forward to it, Musuko-chan~." He sang childishly.
The rest of the trip was spent in silence, us just trying to get used to the other's presence. By the time that we got out of the village and was in a safe distance away, the sun was already half down into the horizon and the sky was painted a blazing vermillion.
"What are we doing here?" I asked, breaking the silence.
"I'm gonna show you something cool." He flashed another fanged grin at me before slamming both of his clenched fist together and summoned the trademark magic circles commonly seen in the anime. The orange magic circle glowed a bright white light before disappearing, replacing it in its place was a giant black manta ray.
It was a large thing, with a pair of glowing blue eyes and gaping mouth, though with its wings tucked beneath its body, it was impossible to know its exact size. It was predominantly black in coloration, though its back was decorated with multiple white spots that glowed faintly in the dim evening light. It's tail, long as it is, whipped about behind it, knocking down several trees as a result.
"Woah.." I breathed out, completely awed.
"Heh. Speechless now are ya, dipshit?" Came the smug voice of my old man, ruining the moment. "This is my KassÅ Manta(Gliding Manta Ray). It was used for quick, aerial escape and transportation. Neat, right?" He grinned, patting the giant manta on the head, earning himself something between a purr and gurgle from the creature.
"Yeah." I breathed out. "Is this some sort of summoning magic?"
To my surprise, Lepanto broke out into a violent fit of amused laughter. I blinked at the older man for a second before scowling at him. "What the hell's so funny?" I asked, growling at the laughing man.
"No-nothing!" He said, trying to stop his laugh with abysmal results. "Haha.. No, I don't use summoning magics." He said, humor finally under control.
"Then what? It's not molding magic, that much is certain."
"Well, dipshit." I growled at him and he grinned at me, liking me reaction to his teasing. "This is my primary magic, the lost magic, Arc of Embodiment." He informed proudly and at that moment, I just realized that my dad was the user of one of the most hax magic in the entirety of Fiore -just like that stupid pompadour bastard from Grimoire Hearts.
"And you're going to learn it."
FML.
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