I'm completely re-writing my previous story: Ghosts from the Past Don't Disappear. A few people had actually stole some certain parts of the story for their own means and I'm not happy. I've written to them privately and I've not heard back. I'm starting over. I'll keep some aspects of my last story but I really like this new take on Sasuke's part in Earthland. He truly doesn't get enough credit. I would love if everyone wrote about Sasuke in Earthland, but I digress.
Enjoy.
As the grandson of Makarov, he had pride—although it was huge and often the base of all his anger when others start fights with him—Laxus had learned something. The epiphany hadn't come until his old-man exiled him from the guild of Fairy Tail. It was so simple and yet so profound that the blonde almost bashed his head against the nearest rock. Why hadn't this small knowledge been within reach? Even that moron had tried to teach him the wisdom years ago, when he was still sour about his father, yet that single instance of advice went foolishly ignored.
All he needed was heart.
Pride and ego did many things for someone who thrived on it, yes. While it did absolutely nothing when compared to love and compassion of a family, who didn't care about those things and constantly lived side-by-side one another to make their own world a better place for future generations. Why hadn't that hit him before?
So as he fell to his knees, magic energy almost depleted from facing the Second Master, his grin became full blown. Laxus didn't have the skill of Gildarts, nerves of steel like Erza or the courage of Natsu who would face anything without a second thought. No, what the ex-member possessed wasn't huge, but it was still large enough to make sure his family survived this next wave of attack from Hades.
"Get out of the way!" his ears caught the shout of Gray, the Ice-Mage who normally wouldn't give him the time of day, far on the other-side of the wrecked hall. His navy, unruly locks had enough dust in them to make them the color of his name, and the same chilly eyes stared in disbelief.
Why would he move, when that blast being sent their way was aimed at all of them? The elder man yelled out the spell, still releasing magic into it, "Eclipse of Darkness!"
"You'll get killed!" The red-haired sword-maiden screeched, an elbow lifting her aching head off the ground, eyes widening at the strike. Her bare-feet were a dark red in some spots, telling others she had went through hell and back and still stood. He always admired that spirit of hers.
The grandson didn't lose the smirk and continued to see the energy increase in size, making it seem endless, "You know, my gift to this guild isn't much…"
A small crack told him Natsu had slammed his battered fist into the wooden floor, "DON'T DO IT, MOVE YOUR SORRY ASS!"
"…but it should make sure you guys get through this."
"No!" Lucy and Wendy screamed, tears flowing freely, trying to inch closer, their non-responding bodies lie limp however, not wanting to move. Those two were the newest members to his family, and they were already powerful.
Laxus chuckled, taking extra care to lift both his hands forwards, the last drops coming together at his fingertips. It will have to do, he decided, and that way his dept. would be paid in full to his grandfather and to the guild he had regretfully hurt. He could peacefully die this way, making sure those younger and brighter had a longer future than now. That was his duty as an S-class mage, no matter guild emblem or not. The blonde had made that promise privately upon the day he had succeeded in his Trials.
The sick feeling of the purple and black colored attack had edged close enough to where he was almost certain to fire. This definitely wasn't Gramp's magic, and it didn't sense right at all. Suddenly, something in the air changed, and his nose twitched. The smell among the debris and other scents was so familiar, Laxus was sure this had to be a dream.
The old-man said that idiot was on a long mission, beating Gildart's own record of being gone for so long. It was so rare to see said wizard, the lightning-mage hadn't laid eyes on that tattered cloak of tan since his father was excommunicated from Fairy Tail. Another whiff and he dropped his arms, dark eyes trying to quickly search for him.
"LAXUS!" a group shout snapped the distracted man from his rapid musings, and he turned to see the figure he's looked up to ever since their first meeting, standing between him and the blast of pure darkness. The same radiance of power before that went everywhere that stranger walked. Was this truly their God of Ishgar that Makarov and Gildarts spoke to highly of?
"Preta Path: Absorb."
Three words instantly altered the battlefield. A blue light shot out in front of the cloaked man's hands as his poncho lifted from the immense strength that followed. Two forces of wills collided head on, though the azure in hue began to grow in height as it sucked the magic spell into itself. Once it had eaten the entire attack, it simply vanished into specks of glitter-like-ash, falling to the floor.
No one moved, and the group behind the blonde gaped at the abrupt intruder. "Who is this guy?"
That was the Fire Dragon Slayer saying the first thing that came to the mind like always, and it was Lucy who humored him. "I don't know, but I'm glad he's got good timing."
"I'll say," the Sky-Dragon sighed in relief, wiping her tears slowly.
It was only Erza and Gray who didn't take their tired gazes off the outsider who had managed to stop a direct hit from Master Hades with a single counter that even surprised the turncoat himself. The red-haired didn't approve of how that Laxus put his whole faith in that him at the last minute. How'd he even know this man was here?
"Have any clue to who he is?" the ice-user asked, his near-heart-attack over.
She narrowed her sharp eyes, white teeth bearing, as her bruised arm helped her sit up to get a better view of the situation. "No, but I have a guess that he may not be so foreign after all." There was only one way to find this island.
"What—…"
Lowering the pale appendage covered in black bandages, the man turned, his two different colored eyes surveying the damage done to the young members. The action itself froze them enough to nearly stop breathing. Good, he could see the dried blood from previously closed wounds upon their skin even clearer with the pause. Another quick scan, and the final conclusion was while injured, Team Natsu and Laxus would still live.
"Sasuke…"
Ignoring the amazed call from the grandson of his master (who was currently lying upon a pile of gauze and antiseptic thanks to the quick actions of Natsu) the Shinobi steered his attention back to Precht, who stood there senselessly.
"You are supposed to be at the Council, at the daily meeting…" was all he got from the aged man.
Or what was supposed to be an ambushed on the way there—so what in the hell happened? Is this man so powerful that his underlings only slowed him down for a couple of hours?
The raven-haired didn't react, eyes of blank emotion looked intently upon him, "You've made a mistake."
That much was true, as a huge influx of his chakra flared outwards, shocking the others all scrambled out behind him. Then with a blink, a black orb bled into crimson, the innards spinning lazily.
"You shouldn't even be capable of moving! The tree is slain and your magical levels are non-existent!" the Second Master protested, his plan going down the drain fast.
Erza gasped in shock, gathering Gray's attention, "So he is a Fairy Tail member…"
"I don't have to rely on magic," Sasuke replied, "It's a luxury for someone like me." He didn't waste the chance of having his enemy still, and gathered the chakra necessary, "Now suffer."
"Don't get cocky, boy!" a speedy beam of white chains whirled towards the immobile ninja, grabbing roughly into…thin air. The sound of something popped followed the cloud of air that once was occupied by Sasuke.
Choosing to end up behind the other, the raven-haired pushed his cloak out of the way, and pushed energy into the thrown Fuma-shuriken. Not letting up after sending the duo of the hidden blades, he slammed his pale hands together quickly, creating sign after sign, almost invisible to the eye, "Katon: Gokakyu no Jutsu."
The temperature in the room increased rapidly at the large ball of fire released from his lungs, barreling straight for the target, which turned instantly, his un-patched eye narrowing. "Nice try, boy."
"He can use fire magic?!" Natsu roared out, his face dropping to the floor in pure shock.
Gray did a double take, "I didn't see that one coming."
Hades dived to the side, missing the attack by a fraction of the second, a smirk donned. He threw bullets of magic towards the spinning blades, watching as they detonated above Makarov's brats, a bit spitefully. It seemed this so called God of Ishgar was smarter than he originally thought. He chuckled at the thought that this same person was once considered a child to the Third Master, and quickly performed an unknown hand pattern, "Amaterasu: Formula 100!"
Magic circles instantly surrounded the Shinobi, and his keen ears heard the cries of the others and frowned. This spell could create craters if it went off within this ship, and depending on how powerful it actually was, then this may have been what downed his master. If it was, then this would end badly, no matter what the outcome, "Preta Path: Absorb."
This time around, it had enough magical strength to actually burn his inner chakra coils as it flowed into his body, practically acid eating the inside of his energy-reserves. So before he had a chance to shout, his sharp mind spun as the agony of the stupid assault from the other amplified. Setting his jaw, Sasuke did the necessary hand-signs, his muscles jerking while doing so.
He'd have to let off enough chakra to stop the overload, so might as well use something that never misses. Curtly using the Sharingan to avoid the Piercing Bullet assault that intruded into the dust encircling him, he was briefly thankful that the Rain-Woman had brought that storm into play earlier.
A single hand shoved upwards, and beckoned blue electricity that was climbing down from the heavens and into the opening made by Precht himself, it warmly greeted his hand with the chakra overload depleting already, and he then pointed at the non-moving mage. A dragon-like face formed itself from the lightning, and snarled at the direction, "My turn, so go: Kirin."
The makeshift beast gave a large rumble, practically eating air to get its objective given by its master. It was so fast, the crackling boom of lightning that tailed after it was almost three seconds behind, creating waves of sound so loud it destroyed the path of the attack by making the ground explode into shambles. It hit Hades before he had chance to think.
"No way…" Gray shielded his face from the bright blast, the force of it almost pushing his limp body back a few inches. "He can use Lightning magic too…"
The Second Master yelled within the massive container of lightning, knowing that he was running out of options. This so called God that was nothing more than another puppet of the Magic Council, and an offspring of Makarov no less, was pushing him back with so much ease, he wondered if there was any other way to stop this monster. He chuckled, picking his charred and writhing body off the ground, his magic majorly drained from trying to block the strike.
His inheritor certainly raised a monster—or did this person join the way he was?
Hades had found reports of this kid joining the guild right after he retired, so maybe the "Boy" had found use in making him into a secret weapon?
"I guess it's time I show you my Demon Eye, since you've been so kind to exhibit yours to me from the start." He smirked, watching the now utterly, ruined poncho of the other who was staring silently at him. "I'm curious on how you obtained those eyes…stolen or copied from an ancient spell?"
"My blood-line is quite the interesting one, I guess." This was the most any of the gathered had heard from him in one go.
Precht furrowed his brows, intrigued, "Those two different colored eyes are inherited?"
"My Sharingan is," the raven-haired blinked, and relaxed his body into a non-threatening position. Or so it seemed…
"So your family-tree consists of demons?" the kids behind Laxus all gave a collective: "Huh?!" at the question.
"That's what he got out of that?!" Wendy appeared bewildered, comical tears flowing freely, "and this guy is in charge of Grimoire Heart…"
The Uchiha tried to not show his pulsing vein of annoyance, "Watch what you're implying, geezer."
He laughed heartily, thoroughly enjoying the conversation. No wonder that, according to Ultear during her spy recon that the Magical Council found him quite the disrespectful youth with a foul attitude. "I suppose you already know how this battle will end, boy."
"With me standing over your battered body," the Shinobi replied coldly, but was met with a cruel laugh.
He watched as the elder mage ripped the black eye-patch off, throwing it elsewhere. Underneath laid a completely red orb with a single, ebony pupil and shortly, his magical energy shot out. Hues of violet mixing with black swirling all around him and practically lashing out at anything that was unlucky enough to be in the range of the formidable wizard.
"Try and stop me now, child of Makarov." Hades said lowly, his gray hair spilling upwards as if in water from the gravity-defying boost the Heart below in the ship gave. He quickly spread his hands out, gesturing them to the already in motion foe. "Taste my shadows of darkness!"
Said male keenly leaped into the air, observing the monsters forming out of the immense supply of magic pouring around the area with a bored eye, "This is pathetic."
I'm keeping my old story up because I hope everyone will see the difference of before and after I matured a little in writing. Happy pencil days guys.