Hello~ Readers! And welcome to A Mission to Teiko 2.0., the rewrite I notified you of on the original story. I hope that anyone reading this enjoys! Remember to like if you do and review if you have a comment or criticism.

Disclaimer: I am NOT the owner of Kuroko no Basket, or Fairytail. I love them, but I do NOT own them.

Thank you and enjoy~!

Updated for grammar on 3/26/19

Fairytail: the number one mages guild in the Kingdom of Fiore. Its hall resides in the city of Magnolia, visible to all in the city, its symbol flies on a banner for the world to see.

Inside the building, however, beware. For if you head into the building unprepared, you would be greeted by a scene that would play out something like this:

A giant cloud of dust in the middle of the room showed a guild fight, most likely began by Natsu and Gray arguing about one petty thing or another.

At the bar table was Erza, calmly enjoying her cake while Lucy, Wendy and Levy chat the fight away. Meanwhile Cana chugged down barrels upon barrels of beer like her life depended on it.

Juvia would be behind the request board stalking her "Gray-sama" while the ice-make mage's sister, Shiro sat calmly on the railing of the second floor, a standing Laxus beside her, providing commentary for the friendly battle.

"Ladies and gents! It looks like poor Nab has been tossed from the cloud! Those mages better watch out for Gajeel today! He's looking awfully grouchy; hope he had some iron this morning~! BROTHER PUT YOUR CLOTHES ON THIS INSTANT!"

The battle continues on like that for a little while longer. Eventually, however, a shrill scream is heard, and the fighting automatically stops as all look on in nothing but pure, absolute terror.

Erza's. cake. was. destroyed.

The red-headed beauty would then calmly stand up and, using the many weapons in her rather extensive arsenal, she would bring her wrath upon the mage that would dare to destroy her precious sweet. Today it was Elfman.

That poor, unfortunate soul.

That was your average day at the guild nowadays. The guild fights only grew more intense after they won the Grand Magic Games and regained their top spot not even a month ago.

"There goes another one." Shiro comments as Jet is sent flying by a certain red demon.

"What number is she at now?" Laxus asks, referring to the body count of mages Erza's pummeled out of sheer outrage for losing her cake.

"Fift- wait, now it's seventeen. Eighteen, nineteen... twenty-two... ouch."

As this chaos ensued, Makarov was in his office, completing the necessary Hell-on-Earthland-known-as-paperwork-that-mostly-comes-from-the-Magic-Council-for-property-damage-caused-by-a-certain-group-of-mages-battling-outside-his-office. He hears the screams of absolute terror and sighs.

"Oh! Why must my children be so violence-happy!" the little man exclaims, throwing his hands up in a way that suggests he's at his wit's end. He loves the kids, he truly does, but there do come times where he would sometimes wish with all his heart that they weren't so... explosive with their emotions?

Pun completely intended.

With a tired sigh the little man returned to the enormous pile of paper in front of him when an envelope caught his attention.

Curiosity gaining the better of him, Makarov snatches it up and examines it. The envelope was made of a different material than Makarov was used to receiving as paperwork; it was made of paper instead of parchment. The seal caught his attention, however, and his eyes widen considerably.

Opening it and removing the letter, he quickly skims over the piece of paper in his hands.

Dear Makarov,

It is good to speak to you once again, old friend. How long has it been there? Ten years or so? Well, here it has been fifty years, and it's been a long time since we've spoken.

You know I wouldn't just send a letter through the portal to say hello. You are correct as well.

I'm here to cash in that favor. There has been a variety of strange phenomena originating from Tokyo. Our weather has turned completely unpredictable. Monday could be snowing and in the negatives, then Tuesday could be so hot you can barely step out the door without burning.

Also, there have been occasional monster reports to the police by some people, but the police don't believe them and dismissed the claims.

However, we both know it is possible a rogue mage or two could be causing this trouble. If possible, I would appreciate if you could send a small group of mages to return these rogues for questioning.

I would also greatly appreciate if you send people that could blend in. A few school age kids (preferably middle to high school age) and one old enough to be their guardian (older than twenty) so they could legally pass as a family would suffice.

I appreciate you giving me some of your time, I await your reply, and hopefully assistance, as soon as possible.

Coach of the Teiko Basketball Team,

Kozo Shirogane

Makarov read the letter through again. Then again. And again. Then one last time as if trying to confirm the paper was saying what he thought it was. Then, after skimming it one final time, he sighed in a way only a tired old man could before contemplating who he would send.

He doesn't take long. He knows who's going.

Jumping down from his red, plush armchair stacked high with books on the seat to elevate him, he walks towards the entrance of his office into the chaotic Guild Hall. Using a megaphone in order to be heard, he booms:

"Laxus, Romeo, Shiro and Wendy." he listed, "You are needed in my office immediately."

Aaaaand... that's chapter one of Mission! I'm sorry if it took a while to get the rewrite out, but now that all the stupid tests are done, I can focus more on writing, so these chapters will (hopefully) come out faster.

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