Back from the dead, arising like a phoenix from the ashes. It is I, ThatDude15, after an inexcuseably long hiatus, I'm back to my fanfic antics. Here I bring you a fresh new series many months in the making. I do hope you'll enjoy it. :3
The sun shone brightly through the window curtains. The narrow rays of light fell upon a young girl with long black hair curled up under a blanket on her bed. Her name is Mimi Kuro and she is not your average 17 year-old. Mimi's eyes slowly squinted open and she quickly turned away from the window to avoid the light. She sat up and rubbed the sleep out of her eyes. On her right hand there was a noticeable black emblem on the back of it. This mark was the mark of her Guild. Mimi Kuro was a Shadow Mage and member of the famous Fiorian Magic Guild known as Fairy Tail. She had been a member for almost a year now, so she was still a bit new to the Guild. Nonetheless she had taken on many daunting missions with the help of her fellow guildmates and had built up a decent reputation. Mimi got up and out of bed and walked to the bathroom to brush her teeth.
"I wonder what'll be in-store for me at the Guild today," she sighed contently. After she brushed her teeth, she got dressed in a red tank top and jeans. She casually walked out of her house and began walking to the guild building. The sky was bright and sunny, but for some reason there was a moderate breeze running through the city of Magnolia. The gust made Mimi's long black hair flow gracefully. It wasn't too bad, so she continued on. Occasionally brushing hair out of her face. When she finally arrived at the guild, she was greeted by a large fight going on between Natsu and Gray.
"Come here, you icy idiot," Natsu exclaimed, a few sparks of flame spewing from his mouth. "I still got a bone to pick with you!"
"You wanna pick a fight with me, flame brain," Gray shouted back. "Come get some!" The two Mages began brawling all around the guild hall. Throwing bursts of fire and shards of ice every which way.
"You two are starting this again," a voice yelled from one side of the hall. The voice belonged to the fierce redhead, Erza Scarlet. Clad in her usual suit of armor, she hopped a wooden railing and ran over to clobber some sense into the terrible teens. Even after nearly a year at the guild, Mimi still wasn't exactly used to the outbursts and fights that occured on a daily basis. She covered her head with her arms in order to shield herself from the conflict and quickly scurried over to the bar where the flawless Mirajane was polishing a few goblets.
"Oh, good morning, Mimi," Mirajane greeted her with a bright smile and her sparkling blue eyes. Mimi had always admired Mira's beauty. There was a reason she was the weekly spread in Sorcerer Weekly magazine.
"Good morning, Mira," Mimi said back, returning her smile. "Could I get a coffee, I'm still half asleep." Mirajane giggled at this.
"I'm surprised all the raucous those two are causing didn't wake you up. One coffee, coming right up," she said, turning back to grab a mug and prepare the coffee.
"You'd figure after the 4 millionth time they'd just give it up," Mimi said. She turned around to see Erza yanking both Natsu and Gray by their hair. She then swiftly slammed their heads together and the two Mages collapsed to the ground, both of them out cold.
"There's just no learning curve with them. It's the same deal every day," she continued, turning back to Mirajane, who had just served her coffee.
"They fight cause they love," Mirajane said. "Deep down they both know they couldn't stand life without each other. And I think Erza enjoys handling their little squabbles in her own way, too." Both Mimi and Mirajane laughed at the situation.
"With all due respect, Mira. I think I'd have to disagree with you," Mimi said, taking a sip from her coffee. After a few minutes of friendly conversation, the Guildmaster Makarov walked out of his study and into the hall. He jumped up onto the bar like he did and sat in his usual overseeing position.
"Good morning, Master," both Mimi and Mirajane greeted the old and short man.
"Ah, good morning you two," Makarov answered back with a polite smile. "How are you this morning, Mimi?"
"Doing fine now that I had my morning mug," Mimi smiled and took another sip of coffee.
"That's good," the old man said. He looked up towards the front door. "Actually, I came out because I'm expecting someone to arrive just about now."
"Who would that be, Master," Mirajane asked curiously. Mimi looked to Makarov, for she had suddenly become a bit curious as well.
"Well, I don't know his name just yet," Makarov explained. "But I recently sensed a magical presence making it's way towards the Guild." The two ladies seemed even more curious than before.
"It's not anything we should be worrying about is it, Master," Mimi asked.
"Oh no, certainly not. But whoever it is, I figured I'd be polite enough to meet him as soon as he walks in," Makarov said. Just a moment after he said that, the front doors bursted open in a large gust of wind. It startled a few people in the Guild Hall and roused Natsu and Gray from their comatose state. A cloaked and hooded man calmly walked to the bar before Makarov, Mirajane, and Mimi.
"I apologize if my entrance was a bit loud and bothersome. I have been a bit on edge as of recent and my Wind magic has gotten a little out of hand," the man's voice was soft and slightly monotone. Mimi was surprised to see that the Master's prediction was true. So this man was the cause of the gusts going around Magnolia all morning?
"No trouble at all, young man," Makarov dismissed the cloaked man's apology. "Now, what brings you to Fairy Tail this morning?" The cloaked man took a deep breath. He wasn't lying when he said he was on edge. Even with his hood up, you could tell he was nervous being here.
"I...I wish to join up with this guild, sir," the cloaked man proclaimed. "If you will have me." The Master hummed in understanding.
"Well before I make my decision, I'd like to be privileged enough to see your face," Makarov said with tones of sarcasm. The cloaked man now seemed greatly flustered.
"O-Oh, p-pardon me, sir," the cloaked man stuttered. "I forgot I still had it on." The cloaked man reached up and pulled back his hood. Mimi's heart fluttered a mile a minute seeing the man for the first time. The young man had long, bright silver hair. His eyes were deep pools of sky blue. His expression was soft and composed.
"What's your name, son," Makarov asked.
"Zilar, sir. Zilar Enlil," he answered. The Master studied him for a few minutes. Mimi did the same, but not for the same reasons. Zilar's face was handsome and was framed on the sides by two braids of silver hair. A warm sensation began flushing Mimi's cheeks, and it wasn't from the hot coffee she was just drinking.
"Alright then, Zilar," Makarov stated after his analysis. "I approve you to join our guild." Makarov reached over to Zilar and patted his shoulder heartily. "Welcome to Fairy Tail, my boy."
"Thank you very much, Master. I am greatly honored," Zilar smiled cooly. Mimi was nearly at her wit's end observing this specimen before her, and his smile only made it harder to keep calm.
"Mira, please administer the Guild Mark to our new recruit," Makarov said. He then hopped down from the bar and walked back into his study. Mirajane walked around the bar with the magic stamp and approached Zilar.
"Do you have a preference on where you want it," Mirajane asked him.
"I suppose on my shoulder, the right one," Zilar answered.
"Alright then, please remove your cloak," she prompted.
"Right," Zilar took off his cloak to reveal the rest of himself. He wore a long sky blue sleeveless jacket with white trim and an open chest. His pants were black and baggy and he wore no shoes. His arms were nicely toned and noticeably muscular. Mimi quickly turned back to her coffee mug only to find it shaking violently in her hands. Her heart felt like it was about to beat out of her chest. Mirajane pressed the magic stamp to Zilar's right shoulder and left a sky blue Guild Mark.
"Congratulations, Zilar," Mira said with a bright smile. "You're an honorary member of Fairy Tail."
"Thank you very much...Mirajane, correct," Zilar inquired.
"Yes, but my friends call me Mira," she answered to him, "and as far as I'm concerned, you're my friend now." Mirajane patted him on the shoulder. She turned to Cana, who was sitting at the end of the bar next to a barrel of mead.
"I'm going out to run a few errands. Cana, I'm leaving the guild hall up to you and Erza while I'm gone."
"You can count on me, Mira," Cana smirked and began drinking from her large alcohol cask.
"Alright then, I'll be off," Mirajane said. "See you later, Mimi. Nice meeting you, Zilar." As Mirajane left, Mimi and Zilar were left alone with each other.
"Oh dear, this whole experience has been draining," Zilar sighed, the anxiousness he felt earlier being lifted from his shoulders. "Is it alright if I sit with you?"
"Uhhhh...s-s-sure," Mimi spoke meekly, her reddened face buried in her half-finished coffee.
"Thank you," Zilar sat next to her. "I know you heard my name earlier, but I feel like I should introduce myself anyway. My name is Zilar, and you are?" Mimi glanced over at the handsome Mage. He wore a friendly smile that felt like a steaming hot arrow to her heart.
"M...M...Mi...," the young girl couldn't seem to find her voice.
"Mi? I beg your pardon, is that short for something," Zilar asked, mildly confused by the girl's answer. The blush in her face was now one of embarrassment due to her incomplete answer.
"Mi...Mi...," the girl suddenly shot up out of her chair and shouted. "MY MY MY, LOOK AT THE TIME! I'VE GOT...THAT THING TO DO! YOU KNOW, THAT IMPORTANT THING THAT PEOPLE DO! Y'KNOW!?" Zilar's eyes were wide in shock of the girl's sudden outburst.
"Umm...I do not know what it is you mean," he said. This was all Mimi could take.
"Idiot idiot idiot idiot IDIOOOOOOOOOOOOT!" She ran out of the guild as fast as her feet could carry her. Zilar was left sitting alone at the bar staring at the open front door.
"Well, that was a bit rude," Zilar said a little upset. "I only asked her name and she calls me an idiot."
And so the story begins. What feelings is young Mimi beginning to have for this handsome, silver-haired man? Will she overcome these feeling enough to even introduce herself? Suppose this will have to wait for the next chapter. Hope you enjoyed this first chapter, it's great to be back.