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AN: Does not contain any Naruto characters, but contains elements from the Anime. Another note Mei Iso is not a person, but what it is will be explained at a later time.
Cloudless, not a slight breeze manifested, the sky was dim with stars twinkling out in a cold void. A machine floated in the sky, golden in tone, ready to become the battlefield of eager friends to save another. Inside a room well lit stood a desperate Natsu fighting with odds to save one friend, a friend stuck inside gears dissipating into another, her. Clenching fists waved through the air aimlessly, a breeze brewed with the air shaking from the intensity from Natsu's fire cloak. Shifting his feet against the floor, movement by movement, Natsu launched himself propelling his arm forward yelling, "Iron fist of the fire dragon." Brain II leaned his head out the way, counterattacking Natsu with a forceful kick to the stomach followed by his hands grabbing Natsu's face twisting his body and tossing him into the wall. Sounds of a broken body resounded over silent tears of Lucy, a friend watching with little hope to grasp on. Imitatia watched as she walked up to Lucy who was being absorbed. She lifted her hand left wiping away a tear.
"Do not worry Lucy, I promise no one will lay their hands on you." Imitatia paused for a brief moment, moving her lips again, "you are mine forever." She looked down at Natsu, "he will never take you away from me, never again."
Brain II with a look of boredom stared up at Imitatia, "take of him. I have lost my interest."
Imitatia motioned a sigh but digressed. "As you wish." Imitatia took each step with excitement. She began smirking, "you know, I don't know why I am smiling but I feel a little ecstatic right now, but do not fret I will try to make it quick."
Natsu brushing off the dust from his uniform made a quick laugh. "Quick my ass. I'll make you take those words back 'cause I am not going to relent till I get Lucy back."
Natsu rushed towards Imitatia jumping in air readying his arms yelling, "Wing slash of the fire dragon." Flames manifested as Natsu swung his arms down, a massive cloud of smoke appeared shortly after. Natsu stood waiting for the smoke to clear, Natsu flew into the ground as Imitatia appeared behind him swinging her weapon, and he quickly recovered only to be met with another attack. "Iron fist of the fire dragon", Natsu initiated an attack to counteract Imitatia's following attack. Imitatia rushed up to Natsu as he went flying through the air slamming her shield into Natsu's beaten body, she then proceeded to barrage Natsu with many more attacks. Natsu barely able to move was hit with most; every time he had to get up he would take longer. After a brief, seemingly long, barrage had ended, Natsu moved his hands slowly in front of him gradually lifting himself off the cracked ground until he came to his feet. Wiping the blood off his face, he began smirking a little.
"I'm still going to win no matter what. I will do anything to save Lucy, and I am going to save her no matter how many times you knock me into the ground I will get up one more than you knock me down."
Imitatia looked at Natsu simply, and with empty words to Natsu and spoke. "Impossible and foolish. I said once before you will never take Lucy away from me nor will anyone else."
"Vanish from here."
Quickly as those words were spoken, Brain, Imitatia, and Natsu glanced over to see a figure in black clothing with eyes agape.
(Prologue)
Moving his hands through the air, Gildart's confident as hell rubbed his short rugged beard, "Well, since the kids are gone I can finally get to kicking your monotonous ass."
Byro looked at Gildarts as though he was a fool. Byro then proceeded to chuckle at Gildarts statement. In a consistent lack of variety Byro laughed, "I am unsure if you have lost your mind. You may be strong but however you are not strong enough to beat me. Now, I will show the strength of my will."
Gildarts calmly looked back at Byro, "If you say so. Just know I believe your will is as shriveled as the poor levels of your strength." Gildarts then began to laugh a little, "Oh man, I love it when I can be cocky like this without the kids around."
The air moved ever so slightly as Byro and Gildarts positioned themselves to begin their own barrage of attacks. Byro, with his gray eyes stared deep into Gildarts as Gildarts stared back with sable eyes. Both their feet slid inch by inch, grinding the stone work floor. Clenching their fists both launched at one another. Byro's right hand sinking through the air right towards Gildarts jawline, a sound of high speed movement passed by with a "Whoosh". Gildarts invading as though it were natural to him countered by sinking his right fist deep into the stomach Byro. Pushed in the air by the sheer force of Gildarts' hit, Byro retaliated by latching onto Gildarts wrist pulling him upwards using his left fist to force into Gildarts. Any hit would be fine if only he could land it. Gildarts using his left hand blocked Byro's attack. Gildarts then proceeded to use crash with his right hand to get rid of Byro's death grip, responding naturally and swiftly, Byron used his nullification magic to counter his Crash magic. Once both attacks had cancelled each other both flipped around spinning to kick the opponent. Dust flew up from the force of the halted kicks. Gildarts used crash with his foot to pulverize the ground beneath Byro, but Byro quickly caught a glance of Gildarts strategy and retired away from the excitement temporarily. Dashing back, Byro began charging a spell, a magic circle appeared vertically a large purple arrow started to form.
With a serious monotonous expression, Byro snickered, "It's over, but you fought well…"
Before he could finish his sentence Gildarts had his palm pressed against Byro's face with his fingers gasping onto his face. Taken back from the speed of Gildarts Byro tried to escape but no avail. His magic circle dissipated. Gildarts then catapulted Byro back then leaping into the air Gildarts twisted drilling his foot into the back of Byro's head. Air pulsated in a wave from the epicenter of the hit with the ground breaking before Byro's head made contact with the ground. All of this occurring faster than a snap of a finger. Byro's head made a crater with his head stuck in the debris of brick. Gildarts moved away from Byro stopping momentarily to stare at beaten body.
"Remember a cocky bastard like you won't beat me. There are two kinds of people, those who have confidence and those who are cocky. I am the confident one and you are the cocky one. The cocky one never wins against the confident one. Not a bad fight though, I might have broken a tiny sweat. I'm kinda unsure though you didn't hit me once."
Nearby…
Ezra and Cobra, Gray and Angel, Mirajane and Racer were fighting. Happy and Panther Lily were trying to stop Samuel from completing his plans.
Each in their own fields battled heavy against their own enemies to win…so they could all save Lucy. However, something far beyond anyone's extent of knowledge was about to occur. A person of transcending ability appears on the battlefield.
A cool wind swept through the room. Everyone's eyes were enlarged and filled with surprise. A figure with shadowy black clothes stood before them. Black hair flowed down the back to the middle upper shoulder blade. Amethyst eyes glared in a bright room as though it were dark. The figure wore a black cloak on top of a long sleeve shirt. Amethyst ribbons were tied around the bicep of each arm. A white ribbon was tied from each wrist spiraling up the arm over the shoulder, loosely. The pants were a little baggy near the ankles the pant ends were loosely tied. Flaring black looking fire spiraled around the body erratically, originating from his feet in a pillar upheaving upwards. The air in the vicinity of the figure was vibrating with such intensity you could see it with the naked eye. The ground near the figure cracked and pebbles that had broken away from the ground started floating up becoming crushed after not too long. The figure looked up the stairs towards Lucy, and stopped to stare. With the figures back towards everyone the mysterious person spoke, "I told you to vanish from here."
Brain II looked at the figure with a dumbfounded look.
"I don't think you know who you are dealing with. No matter how strong you may appear you are nowhere near the strength of the reborn Oracion Seis. The best guild in Fiore, the magic council, no one can match the strength of us. There is no hope for any of you. For those who wish to save Lucy, for those who wish to live. You all are the hands of my mercy. No matter what..."
A large pressurized magic appeared over a span of miles and instantly crushed everyone into the ground. The present magic was highly concentrated and pressurized that no one could even budge to regain a foot. Large chunks of the earth were splitting away floating up then crushed once it the masses could not withstand the pressure.
"What the hell is this?" Gildarts exclaimed trying to retain a standing stance. He began releasing every ounce of his magic to counter the pressurized magic, but no avail. Many others attempted the same but failed just as he did. The infinity clock began splitting apart; everyone within miles of the epicenter was imprinted into the ground, unable to move. The substance that appeared to have similar lustrous to glass that held Lucy was cracking from the middle to the outside. The pressure of the magic kept ascending higher.
Brain II could not come to accept reality as it were happening.
"What…What…in the ….name of…how are you still standing?"
The figure still facing the core of the Infinity clock gears replied, "Irrelevant. Mundane matters are irrelevant. Ignorance has befriended you, I can see. I shall wipe away the tone of ignorance from your voice. The combined power within miles of here are meager." The figure halted his speech. The substance trapping Lucy shattered underneath the pressure. Before Lucy could fall out the figure had already caught her.
The last words that he spoke.
"I am here."
(Prologue – Beginning)
"Lahar, were the Oracion Seis detained?"
"Yes sir, my knights have detained them with the utmost caution and I have high ranking officers guarding them at all times. I also had the security buffed up quite a lot to make sure none are able to escape."
"Very well done Lahar. What happened there?"
"Chairman, I believe Doranbolt can better explain what happened in Zentopia."
The council took a peeked interest, and with a great sigh Gran Doma motioned Doranbolt to step forth.
"Come hither Doranbolt." Spoke Gran Doma with a loud present voice. Doranbolt stepped forth.
"Yes sir."
"Report, Doranbolt." Demanded another council member. "What happened in Zentopia?"
"Me and Lahar were barely outside Zentopia when some large source of magic appeared. Lahar and I were immediately down into the ground unable to move." Doranbolt paused dramatically, "the magic we felt was unlike anything we felt before."
"Was the magic user strong?"
"Lahar nor I could gauge the "power" of the user per se; all I know is that the magic was so concentrated we could not move. Reports from other people in Zentopia suggest the same thing. The reports go as far as to reaching other countries. With an understanding, I teleported away from Lahar on to the decadent vessel when the pressure from the magic ceased, it is important to know no one could link the pressure directly towards the unknown variant. No one felt any magic coming from the variant. When I had reached a room I found that the Oracion Seis had been contained with a seal. The seals vanished after a while, we tried to get them off before but they wouldn't budge. The variant was walking down the stairs with a woman named Lucy Heartfilia; he then proceeded to give the unconscious woman to one of the guild members, Natsu Dragneel."
"Answer the question would you?"
"Sir, if I may."
"What is it Lahar?"
"If I had to gauge the strength of the unknown variant, I would gauge his strength to be on par or near Zeref."
Amongst the council conversation became outraged.
"Are you saying there is a single entity out there with a magic level that can match Zeref's by himself?"
"I told you if I had to say, I would say that. I theorize a few different possibilities. One, the most obvious in my personal opinion, the amount of magic and the "power" to say was so high someone of our caliber could not recognize it. My other theory is that he has excellent control that he can have it be potent but have the input so low we barely know it is there. I personally believe to former, if someone could immobilize everyone in a radius like he did, he must have a magic power level to that of Zeref."
Again the council members began to bicker loudly. Gran Doma slammed the end of his staff into the ground making a loud noise. "Order! Everyone needs to be silent!"
After a short few seconds order was once again retained.
"Continue Lahar."
"Well actually that is all I have to say on the matter. How about you Doranbolt?"
Doranbolt raised his hands, "I'm also good."
"There is something else Chairman."
"What is it Lahar?"
"There was someone else that was mysterious. The suspect murdered a few people, including some of my men."
"How many are dead?" Questioned Gran Doma.
"Seventy percent of my men died, sir." Replied Lahar.
Gran Doma's face became furious and as he yelled he slammed the end of his stop onto his platform, the sound of it ringing throughout the chamber.
"Everyone out! I am utterly outraged at this report Lahar. I hope you have a good explanation."
Lahar unmoved by his reaction simply replied with, "I do not sir."
"I want the strongest men you have and the strongest officers of this council after this suspect, is this understood. I will make an example out of this bastard!"
"Sir, the suspect whom is male is rather strong."
"Lahar, my will be done! Find him and bring him to me, but explain what happened to me first!"
"Yes sir."
(Prologue – Beginning II)
In the middle of a prairie near a small town flowed a small creek. The zephyrs blew as though it was primal nature. Some of the townsfolk wondered out about the creek. A small speck of black energy appeared in the middle of the creek. Suddenly a tear began forming along the void, black lightning tore across air; the few townsfolk evaded the strike, barely. An explosion that blew dust out like a dome knocking over trees and fences occured. When the dust began to clear a man regained his footing and stood up once more.
"Well, shit! I didn't see that fucking coming. Damn, well what now." The man spoke brushing off the dust from his body.
"Hey, you bastard!"
The man looked over towards a group of four villagers.
"What the hell?"
"What do you think you are doing?"
"You are going to pay for this!"
"Hell yeah he is. Let's whoop his ass into shape."
A man with long dirty blonde hair tied into a ponytail reaching down to his mid-back standing at six foot two with an angular face, defined jawline, piercing blue eyes walked closer to the townsfolk.
"What the hell did you just say to me?"
Wearing black pants, slightly baggy around the edges near the ankles, pockets going down to just above the knee. A crimson colored long sleeve coming down to the finger tips embraced his body. On top of his long sleeve rested a sleeveless black trench coat with three crimson tomes on the back located mid back. On his feet black combat boots laced with blood toned laces pressed into the dirt. As he walked closer the anger in his eyes became more evident. The villagers still unshaken began making their move.
"Magen: Narakumi no Justu (Translation- Demonic Illusion: Hell Viewing Technique)."
Three tomes stared each of the villagers in the eyes. Blood red tomes glared into their souls. Mei Iso sent the villagers to face their deepest fears. The man walked up to the villagers as their screams tainted the air. Pulling two kunai out of his pockets, one for each hand, he moved close enough and slit their throats. Hitting the ground, their corpses made a thump sound against the soft grass and dirt. The man turned around and focused on the bodies. Black flames arose scorching their bodies, burning till ashes are nothing. Only a scorched mark was left. The man continued on his way simply saying, "Yeah right, you whoop my ass into shape."
Footsteps came rushing, suddenly halting.
"Stop in the name of the Magic Council. Any non-compliance will be met with force by Rune Knights."
The man turned around subtly, "Are you messing with me? Do you want to die?"
Increments of twenty soldiers came rushing by every ten seconds, for about eighty seconds to meet with the first twenty.
"With our numbers and skills you will not be a match." Responded a ranking officer.
Captain Lahar and Doranbolt appeared as the Rune Knights surrounded the man.
"What is going on?" Asked Captain Lahar.
"This man was caught murdering four villagers."
"Where are the bodies?" Doranbolt furthering questioning.
"Burning with a black flame." Answered one of the soldiers.
[Is he a God Slayer?] Doranbolt questioning, remembering the Tenrou Island and the enemies that had magic which contained black attributes.
As the man stands there observing his surroundings calmly, he lazily sticks out his right hand and in a pool of smoke his hand grasped the handle of an unsheathed Chokuto with a black blade which seemed to absorb all the light surrounding it. He then proceeded to shift his feet to take an offensive and defensive stance all at the same time. With his left foot forward he brings his right hand up to his cheek bone and his left hand stretched out to the end of the blade. Without telegraphing his movements he began unleashing slashes upon the Rune Knights. The Rune Knights in the backline began casting script magic to hold the man. Using Mei Iso he was able to make them believe they had detained him as he slashed up their abdomens, effectively cutting them in half diagonally. Doranbolt pulled a dagger from his belt teleporting in front of a soldier attempting to defend him from a downward slash, however, the man slashing downwards had already moved behind the soldier and pierce through his chest. Doranbolt in disbelief became outraged and teleported to the man in an attempt to cleave his throat. The man deflected the dagger, sliding it up his arm without harm, and then grabbing his wrist. Lifting his Chokuto and ready to bring it down upon Doranbolt. A clean swoosh. The swing missed. Doranbolt teleported at the last moment to safety. Lahar stepped in blocking the man's attack against Doranbolt, Lahar grabbing ahold of the man's arm, Doranbolt teleporting behind the man swinging his foot head high. A loud thump. Lahar let go of the man as he flew forward from Doranbolt's kick. A small cloud of dust remained suspended in the air around where the man landed. Just a few seconds later the man got right back up dusting himself off. Rune Knights rushed in to take advantage of the situation. Doranbolt teleported again, appearing above the man, readying an axe kick to the back of his head. Not a few millimeters away from making contact the man shoots his left hand up grabbing Doranbolt's ankle launching him like a stone from a creek. The man then simultaneously with his right hand started doing hand signs, then proceeding to move his right hand to his mouth. His cheeks expanding, and then opening his mouth, calling out.
"Katon: Hosenka no Jutsu"
Multiple head sized balls of fire flew out of his mouth hitting the Rune Knights charging him directly. Lahar quickly to react, already behind with a sword ready, slashed upwards. The man catching sight of the attack moved at the last moment, only having his cloak slashed, but evading fatal injury. In a swirl of small flames the man appeared several yards away, pausing to look at the tattered garment. Looking Lahar in the eye the man with an expression in his eyes that just shouts 'I am going to stomp your ass into the ground, six feet under'. The man then says in an agitated voice, "this was my favorite jacket you asshole."
Lahar taking interest quickly then responds to the man, "Well, sucks for you, doesn't it?"
Doranbolt finally recovering after hitting a tree after being tossed by the man, got up to his feet.
"You know, for a crazy psychopathic raged filled murderer, you got one peculiar sense of humor." Doranbolt stated ever so casually.
"Well you know, a crazy psychopathic raged filled murderer has to have an equally fucked up sense of humor." The man responded back.
Doranbolt quirked a smile and laughed humorously, " I suppose he does." Doranbolt then hastily teleported behind the man with a dagger ready to pierce his body, the man catching on then turns around.
"Magen: Narakumi no Justu"
The man's eye meeting Doranbolt's, Doranbolt then falls into an illusion. Lahar quick to react, starts casting a spell to nullify all magic over Doranbolt. The man disposing of the other Rune Knights as they charge at him as he walks over to Lahar. Doranbolt regaining consciousness as the spell takes effect ridding him of the illusion teleports a few yards behind Lahar.
"Lahar!"
Lahar turns around quickly, "What is it Doranbolt?"
"Let's do it."
"Are you sure?"
"Of course."
"Alright"
Both simultaneously place their hands together and chanting a short phrase, "Starry sky break away from the heavens, slumbering beasts awaken to meet our enemy: 5 layer sleeper seal."
Five circles stacked upon one another encircling the man trapping him in a cylindrical shape, preparing to put the man into a slumber. The effect starting to take effect, the man with haste activates his apperception.
"Susanoo no Yoroi: Armor of Susanoo"
Upon speaking these words a foul energy was felt beyond the clearing, and if one could look into the five sleeper seal, they would see the mysterious man garbed in skeletal armor. In his right hand he held a sword made out of black fire, and in his left hand he held a pike. A flash of movement, he arose his sword from bottom to top obliterating the five layer sleeper seal as though it were a twig. The effect of the sleeper seal had taken its toll, but because of the Susanoo, the effect was not done to the man. Shortly after the Susanoo armor retreated, unable to hold it because of the effect of the sleeper seal.
"You know, you guys are complete dicks." Stated the man boldly.
Lahar and Doranbolt looked at each other, then at the man.
"Normally I wouldn't admit this to someone especially an enemy, but I'm tired as hell." Doranbolt spoke.
"Finally, you two bastards are some of the toughest people I've fought in a while, I mean, shit, I had to use my Susanoo. Although if not for that dick move I would have beaten your asses into the ground."
"Aren't you one for honesty." Lahar responded sarcastically, "and it wasn't a 'dick move', when I fight I fight with strategy and if putting you to sleep works then hell I am going to use, and if I could I would spam the hell out of that spell."
"So…I'm going to take my leave now. And about your soldiers…they suck….get new ones." The man then vanished in a swirl of fire after speaking those words.
"Ah damn, how are we going to explain this to the council?"
"Don't worry about that right now, we need to get a causality count, and see who is alright."
(Prologue – Magic Council)
"That was what happened. Any Questions?"
"Are you telling me you let the man get away?" Questioned an angry council member. Bickering started up once again among the members.
"Silence! Silence now!" Screamed Gran Doma, "Continue, Lahar."
"Unfortunately we were unable to stop him from escaping. At that point in time we barely had any magic power left to continue a fight. We used the remaining magic to use the five layer sleeper seal. At which point he used an odd technique which by my theory took on the effects directly instead of the man, which would explain why it left what seemed prematurely."
"How would you gauge his magical power?"
"Compared to?" Doranbolt added.
"It seems we have had two occurrences in which two unknown males appeared and have won easily." Gran Doma started, "so is there a link between the two?"
"Hard to say besides their strength. The first variant is hard to gauge, as I said before no one felt an magic from him, but it was evident he had a massive amount of magical power. The second case, however, was more evident. Doranbolt and I have witnessed his power first hand. I do have to believe he only showed us a portion of his magical power. If I had to gauge his magical power… I would put his level near yours Gran Doma."
The members of the council peeked interest with an indication of raised eyebrows. Gran Doma, the most surprised of them all.
"Are you absolutely sure about that?" Gran Doma began Questioning.
"At least, he might even be higher. Like I said it is just a gauge that might be inaccurate." Lahar responded.
"Very well. I want you to depart with other captains, find me this man and detain him!" Gran Doma demanded.
"What about the first case, chairman?" Doranbolt asked.
"We can get him later, he did not kill seventy of our men, and he is not a priority. This murdering bastard is our top priority. Meeting adjourned!"
Gran Doma then hit his platform with the end of his staff signaling the end of the meeting. Captain Lahar and Doranbolt walk out together.
"Well, what do you think?"
"About what Doranbolt?"
"Fighting that guy again."
"We should have an easier time since we will be with other captains. Gran Doma is putting the best captains on a temporary task force to take this guy down."
"I suppose you are right, but what if he is stronger than Gran Doma?"
"Isn't that obvious?"
Doranbolt remained silent. Lahar continued, "If that guy is stronger than Gran Doma then everyone is royally screwed."
"Damn, you didn't have to deliver bad news like that so early on…bastard."
(Prologue – Fairy Tail)
"I understand the nobility of what you were trying to do, but you were deeply mistaken. Fairy Tail won't stand around while another guild member is in trouble. That is the difference between us."
"You really don't have to keep rubbing it in. I get it you won clearly."
Gildarts taking another tankard up to his lips, tipping it back, then slamming it on the table completely empty, while obliterating the wooden table.
"I am not rubbing anything in, I am just saying."
"I know you are rubbing it in, you are just doing a round a bout way of doing it. Just admit it."
"Yeah, you know you are right, kicking your ass was one of the most enjoyable things I have done in a while."
Byro quickly smirking, "Much obliged."
Gildarts quickly looks at Byro with a look of shock.
"You just…used.. sarcasm.? What the hell?!"
Byro looked at Gildarts with a serious monotonous expression.
"I think you are too drunk. You are definitely hearing and seeing things."
Nearby other ruckus was resounding. Tables breaking, people flying, the usual for Fairy Tail was occurring at full force. The members working for Zentopia thought such activity was rather peculiar, but nonetheless it was a different routine from their usual regiment, and for once many were having fun for the first time. Dan of course was already hitting on other girls in the guild with the usual "I love you" he seemed so fond to say. Some of which were directed at Mirajane, but Mirajane being who she is let him down easy, even though he did not take it as such. Elsewhere Mary Hughes, Coco and Lucy were getting along, talk about friendship, and other unimportant things that may happen. Samuel and Panther Lily were battling it out for old times' sake, and for the hell of it. Gray was attempting to hide from Sugarboy who was unrelenting in hitting on him. Sugarboy also saying the occasional phrase, "Mmmmm Spicy Boy."
The guild was celebrating as it does after every mission, or so it seems they do as such. Soon the Legion would be leaving to find and guard the six keys. A mission long perilous, one that could yield without results. Perhaps a fool's errand, but one each was willing to take for their duty.
Elsewhere two mysterious 'variants' were on the loose, traveling the world. Locations unknown to the rest. One with a price on his head issued by the chairman of the Magic Council, Gran Doma. The other a seemingly mysterious rogue with no trace, no place to go, just a wanderer of Earthland.
"Stain upon the fabric of existence, just wash away before I erase all that you are and will ever be."
Next Time: Words of an unknown person may ring with meaning, but what meaning is there behind such words. Next time on Genesis &Omega : Mediation of the Titans.