A/N: Hi guys! Welcome to my newest obsession! I started watching Fairy Tail about 3 months ago… and I've now watched very episode, every OVA… read all the manga, and am currently balls deep in fan fiction. So here we are. Enjoy!
Chapter 1
He stood there, staring up at the newly minted guild sign. He couldn't pinpoint the feeling in his gut, a roiling mixture of apprehension, joy, and anger. It had been a whole year since he'd seen that symbol. A whole fucking year. Twelve months of being disconnected from the only family he had ever had. Three hundred and sixty five days of training, rage and hurt. He didn't know what had happened, what had precipitated Makarov splitting up the Guild. He'd been out on a mission, knee deep in bandits and violence when he'd felt his connection to his guild mates disappear. He would never forget that feeling. Losing something he hadn't even known he'd had. He'd rushed back to the guild, but he'd been days away. By the time he arrived they'd all been gone. She'd been gone. The brightest light in his life had left with her two fan boys, trailing after some historic tome deep in the neighbouring kingdom of Seven. So he'd left again. Angry and confused. Until he'd heard whispers about his guild. Rumours that Fairy Tail was getting back together. The greatest guild in all of Fiore wasn't done with the spotlight just yet. So he'd trekked across desert, dragging Lily and his worldly belongings back to Magnolia. Back to his home. He placed one hand on the large oaken door, right beneath the guild emblem he'd come to love, and he pushed. He pushed aside the anger and the hurt and walked into the welcoming din. A smile spread across his face as he took in the ruckus. Tables were flying everywhere, Natsu and Gray were tumbling in a corner, and Erza was sitting at the bar, fork poised over a hunk of cake. What would Fairy Tail be without a little noise? He strode in, dropped his bag on the floor, red eyes scanning through the crowd.
Not a hint of deep blue tresses. No sunny orange dress. No annoying overprotective shadows. Gajeel dropped his bag to the ground and hung his head slightly. Pantherlily padded to his side, one paw resting on Gajeel's hip.
"Where's Levy?"
