Madara Uchiha - (grandson) Gajeel Redfox

Madara Uchiha- (son) metalicana

Sakura Haruno- (twin brother) Natsu Dragneel

Naruto Uzumaki Namikaze- (uncle) laxus dreyar

Kakashi Hayate- (daughters and son) lisanna, mirajane, elfman

Marakov sat silently in the back of the guild hall at one of the empty tables, nursing a mug of beer that was the only thread that held back his urge to pummel every idiot around him. Don't get him wrong now, he loved all of his children; but dear kami did they give the old man a heart attack. He constantly had to take his blood pressure medicine if he wanted to make it through a day.

He watched with drooping eyes as a table flew across the room, followed by several battle cries. He wanted to say that he could go a few days without the guild killing eachother, but then how would that be Fairy Tail? He would honestly probably go near insane with silence, he had ever had it. He had to admit, if he was a good decade younger, he would show all these kiddies what a real brawl was; but at the moment, he only wanted to finish his mug in peace.

He watched as a navy-blue-haired boy dodged a glass, only for it to smack into the back of the head of a salmon-pink-haired boy around the same age. Natsu whirled around with a fire in his eyes as he spotted the Ice Mage.

"WHAT THE HƏŁŁ, POPSICLE?! ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL ME?!"

Gray's eyes widened at the loud yell in his ear. He slapped a hand to the side of his head dramatically as he sent a glare towards the dragon slayer.

"DO YOU MIND, FIRE-BREATH?! THAT'S MY EAR YOUR YELLING IN!"

"AW, WHAT'S WRONG? DID I HURT THE PRETTY~ PRETTY~ ICE PRINCESS?" Natsu did a exaggerated bow before he grabbed Gray by the front of his shirt.

Marakov took a sip from his beer, still no where near the bottom. "Is something the matter, Master?"

He glanced over to see Mirajane balancing a tray full of empty glasses with a slight frown on her face. He grinned at the petite girl as he turned his body to better face her.

"Mira, I'm fine, my dear. Just a little tired is all." He took a glance over at the two boys who decided to use the tables as weapons, unintentionally getting other guild members to join in on the fight.

"You know how the boys are, they'll stop...eventually." Mira comforted as she patted his shoulder before walking back over to the bar. He knew they would stop fighting, it was just the question of when.

"Natsu, Gray." It was said calmly, and despite the racket of the yells, both boys heard their names perfectly. They didn't loosen their grip of each other's throats as they turned their heads towards the bar to see a red haired woman in armor staring heatedly back; At her feet was a broke plate with a half eaten piece of cake spread across the floor.

"You are so dead."

Marakov didn't know if he should feel sorry for the two teenagers or not. He winced as Ezra chunked the boys one by one across the building, slamming against the walls before they broke their fall on a few tables. Dear kami, did she realize how much it costs to fix a wall on this place?! Even a table hurt his pocket something good.

"Oh, hello. How may I help you?"

Marakov turned his attention to the bar where four hooded figures stood. Poor Mira was having to yell over the noise of the small fights still going on. He sighed as he downed all his beer in one quick go, he had a feeling he was going to need it.

"Shut up, you brats! We have visitors!" He yelled amplifying his voice to get everyone's attention. The dead silence that ensued was scarily magical, but he frowned when he saw the visitors all tense up like they had been shot.

Hopping down quickly, he made his way through the debris that looked like it happen due to a hurricane. He quickly climbed up to sit on the bar so he could be at eye-level with the guests.

"I'm sorry about that, didn't mean to scare you. I'm Marakov Dreyar, Master of Fairy Tail Guild. Is there anything I may assist you with?" He gave a small smile towards the group, not quite sure where he should look; or what person he should be speaking to.

One of the people stepped forward slightly, their towering form being taller than almost everyone at the guild. "May we speak in a more... private area than this?"

"Ah, yes. Please follow." He made sure to walk quickly as he went towards the back of the guild, heading up the stairs. Before surveying the damage of the hall.

"Ezra, make sure the boys get this cleaned up nice." He called out to the girl who was already bossing around the group of men responsible.

"You heard Master, it better be so clean I can lick the floor!"

Marakov sweatdropped, that really wasn't what he meant. Oh well, clean was clean; he wasn't about to argue.

He sat down at his desk, watching in amusement as two of the cloaked people attempted to enter the door at the same time, growling out profanities. A third person, who was trapped behind them, slapped the back of their heads in a quiet scolding manner; one that Markov was familiar with.

Once everyone had settled and the door was closed, he sighed. "First off, I feel like I should apologize on behalf of my children; they tend to get rowdy-"

One of the figures that had fought to get through the door bounced on their feet, causing the hood to fall back, "Are you kidding me?! I would love to show those idiots what a real brawl is!" Marakov scanned the teenager over, smiling faintly. Bright spiky blonde hair, just as equally bright blue cerulean eyes, and a metal plate tied to his forehead with a leaf symbol engraved proudly on the front; his cheeks were adorned with three scar like whiskers on each side of his face.

"You remind me of someone I use to know quite a long time ago." He muttered faintly as something compaled him to look behind the boy to see a portrait. His eyes widened at the exact replica in front of him.

"What's your name, son?" Marakov questioned suspiciously, feeling his heart hammer in his chest. The boy didn't miss a beat as he gave a big honest smile that nearly took up his whole face.

"Naruto Uzumaki Namikaze!" He gave a playful salute, that had the old man laughing.

"I don't mean to pry, Naruto-san. But you wouldn't happen to be related to a Minato Namikaze, would you?" Markov didn't know if he offended anyone, because over half of the still cloaked figure tensed.

"Y-yeah! How do you know my old man?!" Naruto furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. But Marakov merely gave a big grin as he pointed to behind the boy where the life-size portrait huge against the wall. In the picture, a young man of 18 stood with a big smile a crossed his face, a arm slung over another blonde boy a little younger with a lightening shaped scar across his face but with a bright smile.

"Y-you knew my Dad? How?! We are like... a whole continent away, across the freaking ocean!"

"Well, if I didn't know my own grandson, then I would definitely be considered senile. And that child is one thing I am most definitely not." He grinned cheekily as the boys face seemed to pale considerably. Minato was always a adventurous child growing up, it only increased when he heard of the lands across the sea raised ninja; the last time Marakov had seen his oldest grandson, was probably a good twenty-years ago. Letters was the only form of communication, and those stopped coming after two years; much to Marakov dismay. Minato would ramble on about the government there, how similar their 'magic' was and was not, but he mostly spoke of a woman with red hair. The moment the old mage had read that in one of the letters, he immediately knew he was going to have some great grandchildren within a few years. Minato had sent pictures of his genin team, his jounin friends, the craved mountain tops, and the Third Hokage.

But then it all stopped, there was no reply to letters, or even lacrima calls.

He knew something must have happened, something important. So he told everyone a little white lie: that he was going to a council meeting; he really just traveled to the Fire Nation to find out about his grandson. Laxus was the only one aware of where he was going; when he went to leave, Laxus demanded to come along to see his older brother.

The revelation that his grandson had been killed by some demon was the last thing he was expecting. It nearly caused the man to give up the position as master in the guild; but Fairy Tail didn't really even know of Minato. Minato never had a big interest in the guild, unlike Laxus who spent most of his time in the halls and fields practicing his lightening magic; although it hit Marakov hard, it had hit Laxus the hardest of them all.

It was then that Laxus grew distant, placing the blame of his brothers death and his father's exile on his grandfather's shoulders. The hatred only seemed to grow worse over the years, transferring from Marakov to the guild itself. He believed that the guild was better off being 'cleaned of its sins'.

Marakov broke from reminiscing when the rest of the people removed their hoods to reveal three more men and two women. The first man was very lean with silver hair that defied gravity and wore his headband across his left eye. Marakov recognized the man almost automatically: Kakashi Hayate, one of Minato's students. The last picture he had seen of the man was when he was around twelve.

The next man had long black spiky hair that fell down to his lower back, red dark eyes, and a menacing aura. The man looked familiar, but couldn't put a name to his face.

Then there was another man with long hair, but his was white. The red triangles on his cheeks giving Marakov a major hint that this was Minato's Sensei, but he still couldn't think of the name from the letter.

The woman on the right had long dull blonde hair in pigtails, a purple diamond between her amber eyes. No name.

The final person was a girl around Naruto's age with light pink hair and emerald green eyes. He didn't know her name either.

"The last time I saw you was when you were just a kid, you sure haven't changed much, Kakashi." Marakov commented with a grandfatherly smile that had the ninja raising an eyebrow.

"How do you know me? I'm sure if Minato-Sensei had family, he would have told us about it." Kakashi asked sternly making the blonde woman scowl.

"You don't have to be so rude." She snapped with a hard gaze at the young man.

"He is quite alright, ma'am." Marakov assured, not willing to see if these people were the type to fight over simple things, "Minato was a really curious and adventurous child, when he heard of ninjas across the ocean; he wanted to leave as soon as possible. I have too many people who are dangerous after any of my family they can get; so I made Minato change his last name before moving over to the Fire Nation. That was the last time i saw him, other than attending his funeral." Marakov sighed at the mention of it, he wasn't use to speaking this much about Minato. "To keep in touch, we sent letters back and forth. He sent pictures of the people he had met and told me about every detail of his day in a twenty page letter. The last letter he sent was all about his fiance Kushina. That was the last i heard of him."

The room got quite as gloom seemed to settle heavily over everyone. "But the life of a mage is usually short, just as im sure it is with being a ninja." Marakov cleared his throat to keep from letting his emotions overwhelm him.

"Anyway, how can i help you? I'm sure you didn't come all this way for me to ramble on."

"It's a long story." Naruto spoke up as he shook his head, trying to snap out of his trance. He couldn't believe this man was his grandfather... well, great grandfather. He had family that was still alive!

"Well, this old man has all the time in the world. So please take a seat."