Lucy was sitting patiently at the table, using her fork to pick at the plate of scrambled eggs sitting in front of her. The guild wasn't as rambunctious as usual, which was extremely odd- someone was always trying to pick a fight, that someone being Natsu and Gray, maybe Erza if she was really up to it.

But neither of them seemed up to any sparring, which surprised Lucy even more.

"Is everything okay, Lucy?" she heard Mirajane from behind, and the girl ski dingo a seat next t her, flinging her lavender-white hair over her shoulder, "you usually aren't this quiet." Lucy grinned, rest in her chin in her hands. Her friends all seemed to be extremely tired, Natsu not even bothering to challenge Happy to an eating contest- heck, Gray wasn't even stripping (although she saw that as more of a blessing at the moment.)

"Master Makarov decided to cancel all assignments," Erza piped up coldly, her face blank as she shoveled eggs in her mouth, washing them down with a cool glass of milk. Lucy raised an eyebrow at them in confusion.

"Canceled assignments?" she asked, and the other three wizards nodded in dejection, looking as if they had just been traumatized severely. Mirajane shrugged, resting her hands not eht able.

"We thought you knew?" she asked, and Lucy shook her head. There had been no warning, so of course, she was as oblivious as ever.

"Why would he just cancel them though?" Lucy said. Her eggs sat untouched on her plate, getting colder with each second she wasted not eating them. That's so weird… she thought, pushing the plate aside. The porcelain scratched the wood of the table loudly, fork clanking against the edge. Happy was busy flitting around Natsu's head, playing with the ends f his spiky pink hair.

"Dunno!" the cat exclaimed, "but I heard that it has something to do with a neighboring guild!"

"What does another guild want to do with us?" Lucy inquired as Happy spiraled into a sitting position on the dragon slayer's head. Natsu merely sighed, a bored expression plastered on his face. Mirajane laughed, collecting the plates- no one and bothered eating, and it was evident that no one would.

"I guess I should bring these to the kitchen then," she said, "tell me more when you get more info, okay?" Happy nodded and they watched as Mirajane waltzed across the bar to the kitchen, the doors swinging shut behind her.

"Damn it!" Natsu suddenly cried out, making Lucy jump.

"Geez! Give me a heart attack, why don't you!?" the celestial wizard exclaimed, her fingers clutching at the top of her orange tank top.

"This isn't fair!" Natsu was fuming, ignoring Lucy entirely, "just because Gramps doesn't wanna do anything doesn't mean I can't!" Lucy saw gray roll his eyes- the most he had down all day. Quite frankly, she enjoyed the silence in their company, but even after the few minutes she was with them, it was starting to get on her nerves.

"Quit cranking, Hot Head," Gray deadpanned, "no one wants to hear you complain."

"What did you call me, Strip Tease?!" Natsu shot back, smoke plowing from his nostrils, disregarding Gray's statement completely. Lucy rolled her eyes, thinking, Here we go again… Before the two were able to go at it though, they were stopped in their tracks, Master Makarov wiring patiently at the table besides them.

"Gramps!" Natsu cried, eyes fuming with anger, "what the hell'd you cancel all the assignments for?!" The old man shrugged, sending Lucy a sharp wink before turning to the fire mage.

"As it may seem, an alumni of the guild has decided to come for a visit on his day off," Master makarov explained. Hushed whispers soon burst throughout the building, everyone asking questions at once.

"Who is it?"

"Is it another Celestial Wizard?"

"Please tell me this one is a girl, there are too many guys around here!"

"You're outta your mind- it has to be another guy- we're real men!"

"Oh yeah? Well how about you take your real man out for a spin once in a while, huh?!"

Master Makarov tapped his foot against the floor in annoyance- he and forgotten how easy it was to excite this sort of group, it seemed. Lucy laughed, watching as the hubbub rose higher and higher until a single beat of the gong bought them all to silence, the music ringing through the air as everyone settled down. Light stream din through the windows, dancing in the grooves of the wooden support beams lined throughout the building.

"I understand the visit of a former member is exciting!" the old man announced, "but even though this is a former member, they are still a guest here at the Guild." Eyeing Natsu momentarily, he cleared his throat to continue, "so that means I want you all to be bon your best behavior."

A cheer sounded from the guild, Master Makarov crossing his arms.

"That means-" he cut their ecstasy short, "-no fighting." A moan echoed through the crowd. Fighting was really all the guild wizards did, so having this privilege taken, even momentarily, was going to b difficult. Especially for Natsu, Lucy turned her attention towards the boy, Happy currently flying in lazy circles around his head, swatting once again at his pink hair, as well as his white checkered scarf.

Makarov opened his mouth to spew further, the only sound emitted from him was the banging of the front door, and there was a collective cry from multiple wizards as the door was soon blown off its hinges, clouds of dust spiraling throughout hair, making them cough and sputter and gasp for breath. Lucy scratched at her nose, the dirt tickling her face, making her want to sneeze.

The dust died down, thankfully, but where they expected to see the figure of someone- anyone, in fact- there was no one. Just a view of the town outside, showing people strolling about Fiore. Looks were exchanged, a few glares sent Master Makarov's way.

"What the heck, man?!" came a shout from Elfman, "if this visitor were a real man, he would show up after causing any collateral damage!" Mirajane patted her brothers beefy arm, their younger sister Lisanna joining them at their side.

"Well, Elfman," Lisanna assured him, "no one is as manly as you, right?" Elfman grunted in agreement crossing his arms happily knowing that his sisters were proud of him and his manliness. The door was in splinters, although there was still no sign o whomever it was that had knocked it down.

"Master!" came canna's voice, making Lucy jump in surprise- the woman was casually sitting in a booth by the entrance, (her boobs spilling dangerously out of the blue bikini top she wore as usual), sipping a frothy beer in a large mug. She wiped her mouth, "Who exactly is your visitor?"

"Like I said, Cana," Master Makarov answered, "an alumni of the guild…. if you want to call him that." Damn! Lucy thought, so it is a guy!

And here she was, hoping she would have a new friend to talk to about clothes and go shopping with. Lucy rolled her eyes- she couldn't have everything, she knew that. But was it really too much to ask? Cana smirked, lifting her mug to her lips once more.

"Hey, uh, Master?" Natsu chimed in, pointing to the old geezer's feet, "what's that on the floor?" The man blinked, merely glancing at the floor. Lucy let her eyes dart around, noticing as looks of shock and awe began to etch themselves onto the faces of her fellow wizards.

"Oh, this?" Makarov pointed to the circle on the ground. Natsu nodded.

It look at first to be a mere summoning circle, like the ones she had when summoning her beings front eh key on her belt, but this one was…. different, somehow. Instead of spirals, there was spikes, encircling a smaller circle in the big one, the same spikes decorating the outside of the larger circle as well. A gasp escaped her throat as a purplish-black light began to shine from the mark, casting eerie shadows along the floor and walls. Black smoke crept in from who knew where, enveloping everyone in a cloak of darkness.

"I suggest you all stand back for this one," Master Makarov waned, grinning happily as the smoke wafted through the air, obscuring him from the guild members, who coughed and sputtered until there was nothing left to see, only blackness.

Lucy coughed- before squeezing her eyes shut (they and begun to sting from the smoke), she hoped this one was at least normal, although she knew that was too much to ask for these days. Winds began to blow, stirring up Lucy's hair, playing with the hem of her clothing. As soon as it hd come, it died, dust settling softly around the guild.

"Holy shit…" Gray muttered, blue eyes wide with shock.

Standing in the center of the room was a man- Quite an attractive man, Lucy found herself thinking, and heat rushed to her cheeks immediately. She clapped a hand over her mouth.

"Makarov, old man," the guest said his voice silky and smooth. Master Makarov nodded in the man's direction, a proud smile on his face.

"Mr. Michealis," Makarov greeted, arms open or a hug. Mr. Michealis merely bowed, his black hair swaying in his face as he tilted his head forward. Lucy let her eyes dart around- other girls in the guild were starting to swoon, some of them looking about to jump him, possibly pick their wedding gown out right there and then.

"Talk about desperate," Lucy mumbled to herself, rolling her eyes as Master Makarov clapped his hands, announcing, "Welcome our guest, wizards!"

"Wizards, eh?" Mr. Michealis smirked, an action that sent Lucy's friend Levy to the ground, everyone else ignoring her girlish squeals of rapture.

"What?" Makarov shrugged, "it's been a while since I've seen you- it seems you have forgotten my title of Master as well."

"And it seems you forget, since I left and went back, I've acquired a new master," Mr. Michealis added, "and you also seem to be ignorant of my new name."

Lucy exchanged a look with Erza, who merely raised an eyebrow n confusion. Natsu had his hands balled into fists, looking ready for a fight. Master Makarov sent the group collective glare before turning to the man.

"And what would that be?" he inquired. Sebastian cocked his head, strands of hair getting in his heavily lashed, heavily lidded eyes that seemed to draw the crowd in, menacing yet beautiful at the same time.

"Sebastian," the visitor whispered, lifting a gloved finger to his lips, motioning for utter and absolute silence.