Prologue
"Please, master Makarov! I want to join Fairy Tail," A young raven-haired boy kneeled on his knees, face barely touching the floor, desperately yelled. When he looked up his cold icy eyes shone with determination.
The drunk, short, old master finished his mug of ale and peered down at the boy, "What's your name?"
"Yushiro, Touga Yushiro."
Makarov refilled his mug by dunking it in the barrel he sat next to. He took a big gulp from it, "Get lost, kid. This isn't the place for you."
Yushiro flinched, "Excuse me?"
"I don't sense a single drop of magic power from you. You can't be a mage without being able to use magic."
"I can learn," the boy protested.
"Get lost! Magic power isn't something you gain with training; it's something you're born with. There's nothing you can do." Saying that, Makarov enlarged his hand and picked the boy up from the long scarf he wore, throwing him outside of the guild. "Don't come back!" the drunk master yelled.
Trying hard to hold his tears, Yushiro slowly got up onto his feet.
"See told ya!" 3 boys, all older than Yushiro circled around him. They all sneered and laughed at him. The biggest of the 3 kicked Yushiro in the gut.
"Give up, a loser like you will never become a mage." They laughed and started to walk away leaving Yushiro lying on the floor in pain.
"You know, if I was not trained at all, that kick would've hurt like crazy…"
The boys slowly turned their heads when they heard Yushiro's voice from behind. But before they were able to see anything they were knocked out.
Screams echoed at the sight of the three blood soaked bodies of the children. They were alive, barely. Though there were many witnesses of the scene, none of them were able to see what exactly happened.
Yushiro sat quietly on the rooftop cleaning his dirty hands. "I did it again…" he hid his face in his scarf.
"Yushiro?"
A little dark purple cat flew down to Yushiro perching on his shoulder. It had a worried look on its face. "Are you okay?"
"O-of course, who do you think I am?"
"No, about Fairy Tail…"
Yushiro glanced down once more at the direction of the guild. A sakura colour haired boy wearing a scale-like scarf ran excitedly out of the building. In his hands was a job request for mages. He looked about the same age as Yushiro, but he was able to become a mage.
Yushiro looked away, "I don't need them," he finally said coldly.
The cat started playing nervously with its tail. "Yushiro, your father has called for you. I-it's time for your training…"
"Okay, thanks Yamato."
"Are you really okay with this!?" Yamato mewed.
Yushiro grinded his teeth, "There's nothing I can do, Yamato. Nothing…" Yushiro then jumped up in to the air, hiding his presence from his surroundings.
"I can't defy my destiny, my life wasn't meant to be my own. That is reality."
In his heart, Yushiro vowed that he would forget his individual dream. His dream to become a mage of Fairy Tail. He was merely his father's possession; an heir to the Touga Clan. All he would ever become was an assassin.
Yushiro was able to forget, at least until he received that mission 7 years later.