Author's Note: Besides my oc's I do not own Naruto or Fairy Tail, if I did Itachi would be alive and Fairy Tail would have lost the Grand Magic Games. All rights go to their respective creators. Speaking of Oc's, the one in this story is from a Naruto Fanfic I've been writing. The Narutoverse he comes from is an AU, just so you know.

Enjoy!

It was the soft bed that awoke me from my uncomfortable sleep. My eyes opened to a dimly lit room that was illuminated by an oil lamp standing on top of a wooden desk.

Just where was I? If I didn't die the team must have rushed me back to Konoha but this looked nothing like a hospital. My suspicions were confirmed as the frantic voice of an old woman rang out from the floor below me. I squinted my eyes in a vain attempt to catch wind of the conversation. The voice was loud and demanding and seemed to increase volume as hard footsteps ascended to my floor. As they got closer I noted in my head that they didn't speak my language, more like a different one entirely. The door burst open before I could do anything else. Light from outside penetrated my eyes causing me to lift my arms up defensively.

"What are you doing?!" The old woman's voice screamed "Get away from the child!"

"Shut up!" A rough hand grabbed onto my right arm hard. My eyes reopened to see a thin man with a goatee staring at me with narrow eyes. He sneered and then turned his head sharply to the old woman who was just out of my peripheral vision.

"Who the hell is this?!" The man shook my arm in anger."I thought you said that no one lived here but you!" The woman tried to retort but an audible slap silenced her quickly.

"Don't you dare say anything else ya here!" His grip tightened. "Ya lied to us and we don't like people who aren't being truthful."

"Please!" The woman seemed to be in tears. "Leave him be! He's just a boy!" The man dismissed her pleas entirely.

"Take her away boys! They're all the same I tell you." He turned his attention back towards me and smiled. Not a normal smile but a one with clear malicious intent. "Yes, you'll do nicely as a slave." He murmured to himself but unfortunately for him, I heard it as well.

A slave?! O hell no!

My instincts kicked in swiftly and my attacker found himself turned around in a headlock with the sharpest object I could find at his jugular. The room turned deathly quiet. The bandits and the woman stood agape in surprise at my fast movements. My eyes heated as my sharingan activated to try too intimate the enemies in front of me.

"What's going on here?" I demanded only to be greeted with confused looks.

"What?" One of the guys asked. I mentally slapped myself. I had forgotten that they spoke a different language but the problem that concerned me the most was that I could understand them.

Wait I could understand them!

My eyes widened at the realization. How could I understand if I only knew two...languages. My mind went into a frenzy as thoughts bombarded at me nonstop. This can't be! Could I've been sent back to earth?! English is nonexistent in the Elemental Nations! I shook myself out of the thoughts. That matter would come later, I had a more pressing situation in my hands now.

"I said what's going on here?!" I respoke in english that was lightly accented. My eyes wandered to each man standing before me. There was no way that I could beat them, not in the state I was in now. The only plausible tactic I could use was to bluff. But it had to be good. One slip up and it would be the end of me. My sharingan flared as I released some of my saki.

"Listen up! I don't know what's going on or who you even are. Butleave the lady alone or you'll meet a fate worse than death. Got that?" I watched in hidden amusement as a few of them whimpered under the genjutsu I cast. The man under my vice grip visibly paled as I pressed the sharp object on his neck, drawing blood.

"Leave and never come back." That did it. The man shot up from my hold and promptly scampered out of the room along with the others right behind him. Once the door downstairs slammed hard it grew into an uncomfortable silence. The lady who was still agape in shock slowly turned towards me. I smiled sheepishly until a feeling of nausea happily graced my presence. Grabbing an empty pail I heaved and threw up my all stomach contents knowing well of the awkward conversation destined to happen shortly after.

After my throw up session the lady yelled at me for being stupid and nearly getting myself killed. I inwardly smiled at that. She cared about me deeply despite only knowing me for a short period of time. Something about her reminded me of my mom, maybe it was the unconditional love almost all mothers had. Now I was downstairs, sitting quietly as she served me a cup of tea. I watched as she walked over to me with the flower painted teapot. She was an inch shorter than me and wore a green blouse that complemented the ankle length skirt on her lower half. Her grey hair was tied into a messy bun and grey strands fell to the sides of her round face. She didn't look that bad. In fact she would have been quite the looker if it weren't for her corked nose. Sitting down in front of me she grabbed a cup and began to pour.

"Now young man, tell me what you were doing half dead in the middle of the forest?" I started to sweat. What could I tell her? That I somehow was transported from a different dimension speaks a totally different language. It was tempting but I didn't want to sound like I've completely lost my mind. Lying was the next best thing.

"I was tracking down someone when a group of looters ambushed me. I thought I was dead until I woke up upstairs." The woman nodded as she poured hot water into two white tea cups.

"Ahh, so you're one of those young mages running around all over."

...Mages? I sat there quizzically. Mages as in magic?! I placed my cup down and breathed in before I could lose my cool.

"What do you mean by mages?" The lady stopped what she was doing and looked at me with a perplexed look.

"Have you been living in a rock or something lad? A mage is someone who can use magic offensively to complete jobs." My mind raced at the new information but a sense of nostalgia started to build. Where have I heard this before?

"Umm, Obaa-san where are we now geographically speaking?" I asked apprehensively hopping that my suspicions would be wrong. The lady quirked her grey eyebrow at the strange remark.

"Smart words for a kid. Were in the southwestern part of Fiore near the Caitshelter guild."

Fiore? Caitshelter guild?! Oh no no no!

"Do you have a map I could see please?" I bit my lip as she got out of her chair. My heart raced when she came back with a brown scroll.

"Here you are deary."

My heart sunk as I opened the map. It was clear that I wasn't in the Elemental Nations or Earth but what was even sadder was that I knew where I was. If it wasn't the extended peninsula that did it for me, in was the name that was in bold up in the high left corner.

Earth Land.

I was in Earth land and a certain guilds name seemed to echo in my subconscious. Fairy Tail.