The Crimson Dragonslayer-(On Hiatus)

by Master Ghostly Crossbow

Crimson wasn't expecting to die, but he did. Now he's on a mission in Fiore, and his boss is none other than the Crimson Dragon! When he's not busy with finding the Signer Dragons that have been scattered all over the country, what's a guy to do when he's bored out of his mind? Fight bad guys, make friends, and make references that no one understands! Go Beyond, PLUS ULTRA!

1. Our hero begins his journey by dying

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HELLO READERS!

I am Master Ghostly Crossbow. This is my first fanfiction, so please feel free to give me constructive criticism. Please refrain from flaming me.

Disclaimer: I do not own Fairy Tail or Yu-Gi-Oh 5Ds. All I own is my OC and whatever happens off-plot.

Crimson didn't want to die. Well of course not one wants to die, but getting hit by a truck was so cliche that he let out a dry laugh. Rather than final pleas for his life, his

mind, oddly enough, was focused on the seemingly insignificant fact that he had not gotten to see the newest episodes of his favorite shows. Sometimes, when you live in a

busy city like New York, things happen. At any given time you could either have good luck, like finding twenty dollars on the ground, or you could have bad luck, and get hit

by a moving vehicle out of nowhere. Guess which one Crimson had. As his impending doom barreled closer, he had just enough time to regret not looking where he was

running. It was his fault that he would die, just like they always said. In his melancholy, he caught a glimpse of the license plate number. TRK-54N. "Why does that stand out

to me, of all things?", he asked himself, before shutting his eyes for what he thought was the last time.

After a second of waiting for the end, Crimson opened his eyes, and gasped. He was surrounded by whiteness, stretching far into the distance, but what caught his eye the

most was THE FREAKING DRAGON standing in front of him! He wasn't expecting that, so like any sane person, he screamed and flinched back in shock. "EEEK!" Crimson

tripped and fell backwards causing the dragon to do what was, quite obviously his equivalent of a facepalm.

The dragon spoke in a deep baritone, "Yes, yes, get that all out of your system, then we can get down to business." The dragon sat down and began waiting for Crimson's

panic attack to wear off. Surprisingly enough, it took him less than an hour, though it was hard to tell with no sun or visible light source. Once that happened, he stood up and

gazed at the dragon, then his jaw dropped, as he realized who he was looking at.

"Wait, are you…"

The dragon rose to his feet. "Yes, I am indeed the one and only..." The dragon reared up and roared causing gusts of wind to blow everywhere knocking Crimson back.

"CRIMSON DRAGON!" he pronounced with a roar shaking Crimson down to his bones. Crimson had only one thing to say. "I didn't know you could talk."