A/N: My first FT fic. Thanks to CalaveraCandiedSkull, who dearly helped me perfecting this piece. I am in need for OCs to put as additional members to the new generation kids. Please PM me to submit your OCs.
Disclaimer: I do not own Fairy Tail.
Summary: 20 years have passed since the Grand Magic Games ended and Fairy Tail became no. 1 guild in Fiore again. The guild members have settled down, have children, etc. Over two decades, their children had become fine mages on their own.
Hiken
It was just like any other normal day for me.
"Get him! Don't let him escape!"
"Rip out his brains!"
Yep. Totally normal.
My name's Hiken Dragneel, age 19. You all know my dad Natsu, right? See, I inherited a lot of things from Dad, like the pink hair, slanty eyes, and a whole lot of his personality... which included this ridiculous tendency to destroy everything I touch. (My mom, Lucy, used to tell me that Dad was even more of a harbinger of destruction than me. She's not very happy that I received this habit from him, but then Dad says she's weird so I don't have to listen to her. If you ask me, both my parents are weird.)
Ahem. Moving on. This time, I was being chased down by a sea of pissed-off villagers after I accidentally burnt down half of their village. Of course, they neglect to mention that I did it while fighting the mountain troll that had been terrorizing the area... Dammit. No one's grateful. I finished off the monster for them! I'm supposed to be the hero! But they're now chasing me with torches and pitchforks! (I'm not Shrek, I swear, people usually like me mostly. Sometimes. Shut up.)
By the way, I'm a fire dragon slayer, and I'm one of the fourth generation. (For all the dumbasses who can't figure it out, a fourth generation dragon slayer is one whose dragon slayer magic is taught by another dragon slayer. Try saying that ten times fast.) Heck, you can't call yourself the son of Salamander if you don't even know how to eat fire, right? Of course, my magic isn't as strong as Dad's yet, but I will beat him one day! Then I will officially take the name of Salamander! MUAHAHAH!
Where was I..?
Oh yeah. Running for my life.
"FEET! DON'T FAIL ME NOW!"
"Hiken! Wait for me!"
And... cue the 'oh, crap' moment. I totally forget about Charlotte! She's that little girl with blue hair, running behind me on those skinny little legs, see her? This is the first time she's been on a mission with me... and apparently the first time being chased down by angry villagers. I'm guessing she's probably a stranger to running away for her life.
"Charlotte, don't slow down if you don't want to get stampeded by those crazy people!" I tossed back over my shoulder. Charlotte nodded her head firmly and continued to sprint after me.
"Catch that bastard!"
"Hiken-ah!"
I looked back as Charlotte's scream reached my ears. She'd tripped over a rock and was lying on the ground.
"Shit," I sighed. "Why does she always have to fall down at the worst timing?"
Well, I couldn't leave her to be squashed like a tomato under those mad people's feet, especially since it was kinda my fault they were chasing us in the first place. So, I rushed back to her, threw her over my shoulder like a sack of potatoes, and started running away. Good thing, too, because a pitchfork came flying and stuck into the ground where Charlotte had been lying thirty nanoseconds ago.
"Eeep!"
"Whoa! HEY! Watch it, you could've hurt the girl!"
"Sorry! We just wanna hurt the pinky!"
"Who're you calling pinky!?"
"Bastard! Come back here and we'll cut out your intestines and make soup out if it!"
"Like HELL I'll let that happen!"
To be honest, I was groaning inwardly. This was the third time this month I had destroyed a village, buildings and many other public properties... I'd be meeting a lot of angry faces back at the guild. Hopefully Master wouldn't put me on probation again.
"T-Thanks, Hiken," Charlotte said from behind me.
I smiled, tightening my grip around her small form. "Well, Wendy would kill me if I let her daughter got hurt."
Oh yeah, forgot to mention that. Charlotte is Wendy and Romeo's daughter (everyone says that she's the spitting image of Wendy when she was young); she's also a fourth generation dragon slayer like me, though she's still learning from her mother. She usually stays at the guild, but I convinced Wendy to let her accompany me in this mission. "It'll be fine," I said, "nothing will happen," I said.
I feel sorry that she had to get the grasp of what could happen when people go on missions with me firsthand like this.
"It's really fun to go on missions with you, Hiken-kun."
I snapped my head at her, my eyes widening. "What?"
She giggled at my face, presumably something like a gaping fish. "Mom only let me go on boring missions like catching fish and gathering mushrooms; this is the most exciting mission I've ever gone so far!" She was smiling sweetly at me. Oh, man, she's so cute...
I sweatdropped and grinned sheepishly. She thinks being chased down by mad people is fun... she's seriously messed up...
Well. Who isn't? This is Fairy Tail we're speaking about, after all.
"He's getting away!"
"We're gonna castrate you, cut off your balls, you hear me!"
"WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE!?"
Garry
I really hate riding trains.
The bile rose up in my throat and I choked it back down. Again. (Nope, never mind, there It went. I'm going to have to pay for the new upholstery, aren't I?)
I'm Garry. Garry Redfox. Normally, I'd be smiling and shaking your hands, but since I'm on a train...yeah. Might not be the best idea. You probably must have guessed this already; I'm the son of Gajeel Redfox and Levy McGarden, and I learnt iron dragon slayer magic from my father, making me one of the fourth generation dragon slayers. Basically, this makes me a total badass with the combination of brains and strength, not to mention some wicked iron techniques. Yeah, being a dragon slayer is pretty great.
Except the part where you get motion sickness.
"Umm.. sir? Do you need help?"
The poor train attendant nearly blew chunks when she saw me, all pallid and shaking. If you're wondering what my higher brain functioning is at this exact moment, it goes a little something like this. 'Can't...talk. *mmph!* Must...get... off... train!'
People call me an artist and an optimist. True... but they all go down the sewer every time I get on a train. You could be wondering how dragon slayers taught by other dragon slayers could get motion sickness... trust me, they do.
Now, please excuse me while I puke my guts out. Again.
...
"Ahh... I love the fresh air!"
Taking a deep breath, I stretched my arms wide and just relished the fact that I wasn't stuck on a moving vehicle anymore. I'd have walked all the way back to Magnolia if I could, but Hargeon was too far away to get there in a day, and I was supposed to be back yesterday.
Whatever. I'll just tell them I was waylaid by some scenery. It's not a complete lie...man, I gotta tell you. Port towns are the best. This view of the ocean? The way the sunlight hits it, and reflects off the water, refracting into brilliant beams of blue and gold? And that sky, aw man. It's like the colour of my mom's hair, except brighter, clearer. And those fluffy white clouds, they look like feathers, like angels up there in the heavens...
See? Artist.
I checked the train schedule quickly. Luckily enough for me, the next train didn't leave for two hours. I had plenty of time to sightsee and just enjoy the general splendour. I think when I retire, I'll move out here. And sit on a rocking chair and stare at the ocean all day.
That's when my dragon-senses started tingling. Without even realizing, I checked around for anyone suspicious. The platform was pretty much empty now. But I could smell something, coming from behind the map over there...aha!
It was a girl, maybe my age. She was standing behind the map, peeking around as if it wasn't totally obvious. This girl failed at stealth, seriously. I mean, really, she had pink hair! Actually, it was a pretty similar shade to Hiken's, and Natsu's as well.
But, she didn't appear threatening, so I relaxed and decided to ignore her in favour of my growling stomach. My breakfast disappeared on the train, remember? So I started walking down Main Street looking for a good place to eat.
I came upon a cute little cafe-restaurant. It looked vaguely familiar to me...and then, I remembered why. Hiken's parents, Natsu and Lucy, met in this town! I'd heard the story so many times. And the description of the restaurant she'd bought him lunch in had sort of solidified in my mind, and even though I'd never seen it I still found it familiar. A grin curled up on my face.
Eating in the restaurant where one of the greatest Fairy Tail romances ever began? (Excluding my parents, of course, because they are the greatest ever, just don't tell Dad that or he'll uppercut you something fierce.) It sounded like a pretty great idea to me. Hey, and who knew? Maybe I'd get my own special encounter here someday.
So, I went inside and ordered up spaghetti and meatballs. The waitress brought the food to my table, and I flexed my finger, eager to dig in. Then, just as I was helping myself to the food, a girl came and took the seat in front of me.
Surprised, I stared at her like an idiot. it's not like everyday a girl came up and sat in front of you just like that while you're eating. Then I realized – it was the same chick from the train platform! What was she, stalking me?
Now that I saw her closer, I noticed her hair wasn't actually the same colour as Hiken's. Someone who didn't know colours wouldn't have really seen it, but I did. Hers was a few shades lighter, and it was past shoulder-length, held back by this little pin as a ponytail. The trail went all the way down to her bosoms. My eyes traced the hair down, marvelling at its length and familiar colour...and maybe my eyes strayed a little. So sue me! This girl was gorgeous, but not in a typical way. More in the 'I'm-not-afraid-to-kick-your-ass' kind of way. She had a really great figure, clearly visible through that tight yellow dress she was wearing.
Having assessed that this girl wasn't a threat, maybe just a hot stalker, I relaxed my posture. "Hello," I said politely.
"Hi," she greeted, smiling sunnily.
Well. That sure helped with my questions. "Er.. .who are you?"
"Oh, my name's Anne Valentine," she replied. She did an interesting thing while she talked, looking me straight in the eye without wavering at all. "And you must be Garry Redfox of Fairy Tail, right?"
Well, that was surprising. "How do you know my name?" I stared at her, wide eyed.
"Um," Anne snickered. "I hate to break this to you, but you just happen to be in Sorcerer Weekly's Top Mages I Want To Be My Boyfriend list. Anyone would recognize you."
"I am?" This was news to me. I don't really read magazines, though I do like to read books alot. It's a habit mom gave me. "What rank am I?"
"Eight," she replied, clearly relishing in the way my face fell several inches. "And besides, it's not too hard to figure out. Spiky long black hair, piercings on your face? Either you're a really devoted cosplayer or the real deal. Plus there's the Fairy Tail mark on your hand," she gestured at my right hand where my guild emblem was embedded on the back. "And I saw you getting pretty sick on the train. So the evidence points to..."
"Me," I grumbled. Damn motion sickness! It ruins my image!
"Well, what business do you have with me, Anne?" I said. This conversation was getting off-track and I wanted it back on-track. Like, the track of why she was talking to me, for example.
"Actually, I was travelling to Magnolia. To think I'd meet a member of Fairy Tail on the way." She grinned. " I really am lucky!"
"Why is this such a big deal?" I inquired, now munching on my spaghetti.
Anne shrugged. "I want to join Fairy Tail," she said matter-of-factly. Then her face lit up like a light bulb, and she slapped the wooden table so hard my plat went flying several inches. "Hey! You can help me get in!"
So. A stranger just comes up and demands you let them in your guild. Tricky situation, huh? Normally, people would be very suspicious and cautious at such situations. There was no way something like that could go down and have nothing be behind it.
But - I'm an optimist! And really gullible! Ah, whatever. I was pretty confident that if she pulled anything, I could teach her a lesson. Besides, I had this stupid tingling feeling in the back of my neck, telling me to take her to the guild. (No, it had nothing to do with how low-cut her dress was. It didn't! I swear!)
"All right."
I watched her reactions carefully (I guess I'm intelligent and cool enough to do those kind of things). Before now, she'd been acting like a tough and tomboy-ish but generally positive girl. Upon hearing my acceptance (idiocy, some would say...) she looked dumbfounded, which was immediately replaced by a look of pure bliss.
"Wow! Thank you! Thank you!" She actually looked like she would give me a hug (I would've definitely wanted one). "You don't know how long I've been traveling to get to Fairy Tail. And I've been so worried about not getting to join the guild..." And that went on for about a minute.
I smiled at her. "Well, it's not in my power to accept you officially, so I can't do anything if our master rejects you." It was kind of funny how fast her face fell.
"Don't ruin my happiness like that!" she actually wailed at me, making me chuckle. Jeez, this girl really did want to join Fairy Tail.
After another few minutes of chatting, I checked my watch. "We should leave," I told her. "We're going on the same journey anyway."
"Alright!" She cheered, jumping out of her seat and walking away. I frowned. And she didn't even treat me to lunch...pft. Thanks for giving me false hope, Lucy.
But nonetheless, I hefted my bag over my shoulder and followed her out the door.
"Ah. What can of magic do you use, Anne?" I asked as I caught up to her. She was swinging her bag in her hands, humming a poppy tune.
"I use Fire-Make Magic!"
"That's cool," I said. And I really meant it, too. Fire-make? That particular brand of fire-magic was new to our guild, and I hoped Anne's was less destructive than a few certain other people's. "I have a friend back at the guild who also uses molding magic," I said. "You'll meet her at the guild."
"Whoa. Is she cool?"
"Literally." I grinned.
"HEY! YOU! YOU DIDN'T PAY FOR THE FOOD!"
I stopped short. Oh...right.
Night
Zzzzzzzzzz
*snap*
"... Oh man... Not again."
Name: Night Dreyar.
Age: 21.
Parents: Laxus Dreyar, Cana Alberona.
Affiliation: Fairy Tail, Fourth Generation Dragon Slayer.
Magic: Lightning Magic, Lightning Dragon Slayer Magic.
Status: Lying on an abandoned alleyway...
I stumbled up from the ground and brushed off the dirt and sand on my clothes. Damn... my head was feeling like some drummer was practicing on it. Or maybe Hiken was trying out a new technique, and using my skull as target practice. Ugh, my head was on fire.
Mother was known for her ability to drink barrels of alcohol without getting drunk. I'm a total disgrace to her existence. Every time I try to drink, I end up getting knocked out. 1 glass I can handle. 2 glasses-feeling dizzy. 3 glasses-the world's rotating. Yeah. I should be ashamed of myself...
"Geez... I need hot chocolate... or lemonade."
I strutted down the road, which was pretty empty. The streets lamps only lit enough so that I saw my path. I had just come back from my mission of taking down a small dark guild that was terrorizing a village; to be honest, it wasn't that hard. People call me one of the two strongest of the young generation members of Fairy Tail, and the strongest out of the fourth generation dragon slayers. For me, well... I like being strong and all, but I know I have a long way to go. Father and Great-Grandfather taught me a lot about friendship, family, true strength, etc. Even when I was little! So I ended kind of ended up being the mature one.
(Except when there's alcohol involved, but sshh...)
Wait... what was that over there? A street vendor! I raced over to the stand so fast I think I broke the sound barrier. All the while, I couldn't help but mutter 'yes, my prayers have been answered!'
"One lemonade, please." I asked, as the vendor giving me an odd look for running straight at him. He prepared a cup, and handed me over the drink. "Here you go, sonny. That'll be 2 jewels."
I took a large swallow (it was totally refreshing!) while my other free hand was in my pocket, finding my wallet to pay the vendor.
Only to find that there was no wallet anymore.
My eyes widened in shock; I searched in my other pockets. Gone. It had simply disappeared.
The vendor was eying me, waiting for the money. I smiled at him sheepishly. Uh oh...
...
"Darn pickpockets..." I muttered under my breath, taking another gulp of lemonade. My wallet was apparently stolen while I was out cold in the alleyway; good thing I was carrying some cash in my trouser pockets.
So, there I was, heading back to my motel room (it's not a good idea to roam a town without money, plus I needed more sleep for obvious reasons...). I'd be heading back to the guild the next day, and my long mission will be over. For me, it's fun to go on missions, but I like the moment better when the job is finally done with. It feels like a burden released from your shoulders. Plus, you finally get the money.
Something tingled at the back of my neck, and I halted on the spot. Even though my dragon senses weren't exactly Hiken or Garry's quality, they were still there. My ears were picking up footsteps on the roof above me, and the sound of breathing.
I was being followed.
"I know you're there. Show yourself," I called out, staring intensely into the shadows.
Funny thing I always see in movies is whenever the –ahem- hero calls out the hiding villain, the guy(or girl, whatever) comes out, just like that! It's pretty stupid! The –ahem- hero could be just bluffing, after all.
Anyway, the one I'm about to face now is one of those idiots. Seriously... he could just leave when he's exposed! No! They have to come out cool or creepy!
"Hmm... looks like I've been found out," a man's voice filtered through the shadows, then a guy in a hood and a mask jumped down from the roof and landed in front of me.
Then he did something really weird, and it set me on guard instantly. Black smog surrounded his body, and then it disappeared. The smog materialized behind me, and I spun around just in time to jump out of the way of a flying fist.
It wasn't shadow magic, because I'd seen shadow transportation before. Rogue could do it, and Gajeel could when he was really mad. This guy was doing something different. As I evaded the several punches flying at me, I quickly ran through all the known types of magic in my head.
He did it again, but this time I was prepared. When he disappeared, I spun around in a quick circle, and caught the smog out of the corner of my eye. As the hooded man materialized, I struck out and clipped him on the jaw.
Or, I thought I did. He was gone again in a heartbeat, and I cursed aloud; I activated my body with lightning and waited for him to materialize.
"Too afraid to come out and fight me, coward?"
The man chuckled, and appeared to my left. "I rather think that would be unsuited to my tastes," he said, examining his hand. "I don't like getting my hands dirty," he eyed the lightning surrounding my body, "or electrocuted."
I tensed, waiting for him to make his move. I was confident that my lightning speed could match the guy's magic. I would certainly give him a kick in the guts this time if he did the same trick again.
He didn't move, but merely raised an eyebrow. "Well?"
"Well, what?" I said irritably. "What do you want?"
He smirked. "You'll see."
Ugh, hear that? People talking in riddles. It drives me insane. Why can't these shadowy villains just be straightforward? I mean, we already have to guess at what they look like, do we have to try and figure out what the hell they just said, too?
Growling, I bent my knees in preparation, the magic around me getting stronger. The man tensed, but didn't move as I opened my mouth and let lose a "Lightning Dragon's Roar!"
The blast of lightning magic shone across the dark area, forging a trail on the path as it hit the man. For a second, I thought it worked. The guy didn't move, just kept standing there. But when the light faded, there he was standing directly in the path of my roar – my roar – completely unharmed.
The jerk.
"My, oh, my," he said, clapping his hands. "You really are coming along, young one. Why don't you tell the guild master I have a special message for him?"
I waited, unmoving, He titled his head to the side. "You know? Your father?"
*sigh* There it is. I hate spoilers, let me tell you. Yeah, you readers read it right. Laxus Dreyar, my father, is the current guild master of Fairy Tail. What happened to Master Makarov, you may ask? Well, five years ago, when I was at the tender age of sixteen, my great-grandfather passed away. And Father was named the seventh guild master in his place.
Do I miss my great-granddad? Yeah, I miss him a lot. It still hurts even to think about it. He was so kind, and so strong, he really was the greatest person ever. Now not only did my head hurt, but my heart hurt as well, thinking about Grandpa Makarov. And if any of you readers feel the same kind of sorrow, blame our shit-for-brains writer. He's the one responsible!
But, back to the present. As the guy in the hood quirked a half-smile (I couldn't see it, but I felt it), I let out another holler and raised my hands. "Heavenward Halberd!" I cried, as the man started to dematerialize. The spell was casted and formed a small explosion of lightning. By the time the light cleared, the man was gone and I was left with nothing but an empty street with a giant crater in the middle.
...oops.
Rune Knights appeared at the scene pretty quickly after that. They searched the street, which in companion to the crater also had black scorch marks along the buildings – not to mention I kind of caused a power outage for three blocks in all directions – but they found next to nothing. I stood on a rooftop, watching them assess the site from above. I felt sorry for the damage I caused, but it wasn't like I could get arrested. Fairy Tail's name would be further corrupted if news got out that the guild master's son had destroyed a street singlehandedly (though my record was nothing compared to my guildmates' records, of course).
I wondered what message that guy wanted to give my dad as I crouched under the moonlight on the roof, watching the Rune Knights further search for the culprit. Then it hit me – that was probably it. Someone attacked me, and I had no idea why. Was he the guy that stole my wallet, or were these two separate events?
Making a mental note to tell Father as soon as I got back to the guild, I turned and left in the opposite direction.
A/N: Reviews would be dearly appreciated.