Hello viewers, and welcome to the rewrite of my first story. By the time I get this up, I'll probably have 10 or so chapters finished (Maybe more, cuz I prob wont't post this until this fics anniversary, and its mid October right now). I may or may not post them all at once depending on your responses.
Any questions will be answered in the next chapter or via PM.
. Celestials .
"You're a murderer."
He hung his head, doing his best not to cry again. "I—"
"You killed her! You're arrogance got her killed! She's dead because of you!" Her fists clenched and she was barely restraining herself from punching him.
MiraJane gave her a nasty glare. "Shut up. You know it wasn't his fault. You're just looking for someone to blame." The blond's rage moved on to her.
"Don't give me that bullshit." The words flew out of her mouth like fire. "You're just as guilty. You couldn't even save you're own sister. You couldn't even bring back her fucking body. You're pathetic."
Elfman gasped. "That's not true!" He half regretted the statement the second her scornful look turned on him and she began marching towards him.
"Don't you dare!" She rose her fist and she punched him square in the jaw. Elfman hit the ground hard. Nobody moved. Not even the fierce Titania could comprehend what was going on. "Don't you dare say it isn't true." She was on top of him now, punching him over and over, tears streaming down her face.
"You killed her. You're the worst of us all. You're arrogance got her killed. It's your fault." Her punches were even stronger than her words. MiraJane feebly tried to pull her off, but a punch to the stomach had her keeling over on her knees and coughing, tying to keep her broken arm of the ground.
It took a minute and a half for someone to come to their senses, and it took both Titania and Salamander to pull her off. She continued to struggle, bloody hands trying to reach at the bloody, unconscious body on the ground.
"You're overreacting." Erza said watching her move around the room, stuffing new things into her bag.
"I don't care. The farther away from from that murderer the better." Her response was automatic, as if she didn't even have to think about it. The redhead was quiet for a short while, trying to come up with a good response.
"You can't be angry forever." She tried, following it up with another attempt at reason, "We are all killers in away."
She didn't pause in her strides across the large room. "Of course I can't. I'll get over this eventually, we all will. And while we're all killers, none of us have ever killed one of our own."
Erza took a deep breath. "Natsu won't be happy about this." Erza rubbed her temples, realizing how serious her friend was being. It had only been two days, and the bags under her eyes were already getting very pronounced. "I won't be happy about this."
The blonde stuffed an extra pair of hiking boots in her last bag before zipping up all three. She then narrowed her gaze to her friend, placing her bandaged hands on her hips. "Natsu hasn't even spoken to me in the past two days. I haven't seen him at all." She looked about ready to cry then and there, but she held her tears back. "And you look like hell already. It'd be better if I weren't here crying my eyes out and stressing you out even more."
Erza gave her a hard stare, knowing exactly what was being implied. She didn't want to be a burden, she didn't want anyone to see her cry. The redhead wanted to pull at her hair; to yell and scream like a child until she finally drilled it through this stubborn girls head that she was not a burden.
"Fine." Erza relented, "But you won't have any money. How will you travel? What will you do while you're away?"
She smiled, pulling a folded up piece of paper out of her pocket. She straightened it out, showing a large sum of money at the bottom and a large red 'S' stamped in the top right corner. "I'm an S-Class mage now. This mission is the easiest one, a track and kill. When I'm done I can travel Earthland before coming home. It's a foolproof plan, Erza."
"What if you get hurt?"
"I already am."
Erza had nothing more to say.
"What?" Lucy blinked rather owlishly, struggling to process what the ticket salesman had just told her.
"I said," he spoke slowly, "The boats to Fiore don't run at night. It's country policy. Although I'm sure you could commission a private boatman, or take a train." He glanced at the three snarling men tied up in chains next to her, clearly criminals. "Though the trains won't allow criminals who have yet to be imprisoned by the government to ride."
One of the men sneered. "We'll kill you before you ever get us back to Fiore."
The blond glanced back at him, sending him a scalding glare. "Shut up." The tone of her voice was enough to make him pee his pants, but he definitely wasn't going to show it.
She returned her gaze to the ticket salesmen, giving him a glowing smile. "Thanks for the help, I guess." He blushed.
She turned on her heals, dragging the criminals behind her. What few people still there at one in the morning scurried away, making a clear path for her. Even though they probably didn't mean to, Lucy nodded her appreciation anyway.
They made their way to the nearby dock, the men dragging their feet. "Come on, keep up. I don't wanna be here any longer than I have to. And if you're the reason I can't get back by morning, you'll regret it."
From then on they were practically speed walking down the boardwalk, the blond scanning the area for any fisherman who lingered, trying to get a good catch.
Of in the distance, she could spot a large yacht, it's bright lights standing out against the dark backdrop of the night sky. Settling to ask them for a ride, Lucy wandered over to where she knew they would be docking.
Three yawns and an hour later, Lucy could finally see who was aboard the yacht. Needless to say, she wasn't happy about it.
Tied to the bow of the ship was a familiar head of pink hair, the face under it seeming to be a permanent shade of puke green. He looked like he wanted to die, vomit leaking out of his mouth every once and a while. Just looking at him made her want to cringe.
"How on Earthland..." she muttered to herself, flabbergasted. Glancing at the fugitives, she nodded at the fact that they were out cold. Just in case, she summoned a spirit to watch over them.
Pulling out a key and diving into the water, Lucy mumbled the incantation as she broke surface. "Open, gate of the Water Bearer, Aquarius,"
A mermaid with light blue hair and dark blue eyes appeared in a flash of ethereal white light. She scoffed, shifting her intricately decorated urn to one hip so she could flip her hair over her her pale skinned shoulder. "You're lucky it's barely Tuesday, brat." She said snidely.
"You're always so mean. I sometimes wonder how you even got a boyfriend."
Aquarius smirked, sticking her nose in the air. "Pah! At least I have one. You're doomed to wander Earthland forever alone."
Pretending to be dejected, Lucy slumped nearly drowning because she forgot she was in the water. With an eye roll, Aquarius reluctantly pulled the girl out of the water by the back of her shirt collar.
"Enough chit-chat, what do you want me to do? I have a date in a few hours..." She bit out, mumbling the last part.
Lucy coughed, spitting out some water. "I just want you to watch those guys. And help me if I need it." She gestured to he knocked out criminals. The buxom mermaid hardly spared them a glance.
"Whatever." The spirit grumbled, gently setting her key holder in the water. Lucy started to swim to the ship but thought better of it. "Aquarius?"
"I know, I know," She sighed, taking her urn into both hands. She lifted the urn towards the sky, and water under the yacht shot into the air, bringing the pristine white boat with it.
"Thanks!" Lucy chimed, pulling out another key from her pouch. "Open, gate of the Hunter, Orion!"
Mid-stroke, she was lifted from the water and shot into the air. Arm's had looped themselves around her torso, clenching onto her tightly. An explosion was heard, and Lucy's eyes wandered up to look at the debris falling from the yacht. Amongst the falling pieces of metal she could spot several unconscious women descending toward the water.
She paid them no mind. Aquarius would make sure they'd all survive. Orion dodged falling girls left and right, all of them wearing fancy dresses and expensive jewelry. In the back of her mind, the blond wondered exactly what her destructive friend had gotten himself into.
The atmosphere continued to get thinner, until finally Orion's gigantic wings had lifted them to the top of the water tower and brought them to the yacht. Orion set her gently on what remained of the boats top deck before moving to stand beside her.
Lucy could finally get a look of the older girls sleek black hair and tan skin. Her wings were massive, brushing the floor and seeming to be black voids with no texture. Her hair, which was short in the back but slightly longer in the front, hardly even reached past her chin.
Orion's glowing amber eyes, that were hardly visible through her long, choppy bangs, honed in on the form of her key holder. "Would you like me to stay and help?" Her voice was soft and sweet as always.
Lucy squinted, taking in shallow breaths. The air was thin. She wouldn't last must longer. "Yeah," her voice was more breathless than she expected, but she continued on, "We have to get this done as fast as possible."
"Yes M—"
"Lucy!" A high pitched cry interrupted the brunettes response, and she narrowly avoided getting smacked in the face by a flying cat. She moved to the left, raising her hand to catch him by the tail before he completely passed her by.
"Happy!" Lucy exclaimed, surprised at his presence, though she really shouldn't have been. Happy followed Natsu Dragneel everywhere he went, whether it was on a simple mission or to the bathroom.
"What did you two do now?" She questioned, dragging the anthropomorphic cat behind her as they delved deeper into the boat.
Her words went in one ear and out the other, as the blue feline was to bust poking at Orions wings. "Please stop," Orion repeated for the third time.
"Well," Happy drawled, shimmying his tail out of her grip and plopping himself on her shoulder. "Natsu got motion sick and couldn't get of the ship."
"And where were you?"
"Sunbathing on the roof."
Lucy rolled her eyes. "I should've known. But why were you on the boat in the first place?"
Happy stared at her blankly. "I forgot."
"Mistress," Orion interjected, "We have two options up ahead. Will we be turning left towards the females or right towards the males?"
"Happy and I will go left and find Natsu. I want you to go right and see if there are anymore unconscious women up here and get them back down."
"Yes Mistress."
Finished on October 16th, 2016.