Disclaimer: I would like to confirm that I do not own "The Godfather" film as it is the property of director Francis Ford Coppola. Plus, I do not own Fairy Tail as well since that happens to be in the rightful hands of Hiro Mashima.
Notice: This story will be based off "The Godfather" trilogy mixed with the Fairy Tail characters in the roles. I will not say who plays who. It's more fun to guess as you read along. I hope you enjoy this version of the story and looking forward to reading your reviews.
Chapter 1
In the state of New York, somewhere in the small suburbs in the 1940's, a gathering was taking place. What was happening was that a wedding was taking place. The wedding involved the mob boss' daughter of the infamous Makarov Dreyar. He ran the criminal empire of the Dreyar family. Though people feared him, he was also respected by the people in his community.
Because Makarov was in such a good mood to celebrate the day his daughter was to be married, he was allowing anyone to ask him for favors, just whatever they wanted, with certain conditions involved. The man he was meeting with was named Lyon Vastia.
Lyon went on to explain his situation to Makarov. "I believe in America. America has made me a very wealthy man. I came here with my friends after we all lost our parents in order to make a better life for ourselves. My dearest friend, Sherry, is very interested in studying into the fashion industry.
"Later on, she found a boyfriend, who was an American. She went to the movies with him and went to a party very late out at night. That's when everything happened.
"At this party, they got her drunk. While she was drunk, they try to take advantage of her and try to force themselves on her. However, she resisted. Because she refused to give them any pleasure, they beat her within a very inch of her life. When I went to the hospital, I was horrified to discover they battered her face real bad that her jaw was broken. I couldn't believe what they did…"
Lyon broke down crying as he try to wipe his tears. Makarov waved his fingers towards his men, signaling them to get Lyon a drink. Lyon accepted the drink and took a deep breath as he continued on.
"Anyhow, I went to the police like a good American. The two boys that beat her were brought on trial. The charge was that they would be sentenced to prison for 3 years, but the judge suddenly dismissed the case. The judge didn't give me any good reason of why he dismissed the trial.
"And what else happened, after they went free, I stood in the courtroom feeling like a complete fool. As for those boys, those devils, they smugged at me and mocked me as they bragged on about Sherry's pain. That was the last straw. Which is why I come to you, Don Dreyar. I ask for justice for my friend."
Makarov, who was sitting in his chair petting his cat sighed and replied, "Why did you go to the police? Why didn't you come to me instead?"
"That does not matter," Lyon answered. "I know you will want something in return as well. Whatever you ask, I will do anything, as long as you do what I beg you to do."
"And what is it you are asking of me, my boy?" Makarov asked.
Lyon, with a serious expression on his face, answered with a bitter tone for the injustice he received, "I want them dead."
Makarov was quiet for a moment, taking time to consider his request. Unfortunately, Makarov shook his head. "I'm sorry, Lyon. That I cannot do."
"Please, Don Dreyar," Lyon begged. "As I said before, I'll do anything you ask. I'll even murder someone for you if you wish it."
Petting his cat, Makarov sighed once more, still refusing Lyon's wishes. "Lyon, we've known each other for quite a while. In fact, this is the first time you have ever come to me for help. I can hardly remember the last time you invited me and my wife to your house for dinner, even though my wife helped you with your business.
"Be honest with me Lyon, because I could always see it in your eyes. You never wanted my friendship and nor did you wanted to be indebted to me."
"Well, in truth, Don Dreyar, I simply didn't want to get into trouble," Lyon admitted. "I mean think about it. If the police knew my connections with you, they'd be keep a close eye on me."
Makarov knew he couldn't argue with Lyon there. "I understand. It's reasonable with a man of your status. You came to this country America to find paradise. You made a good living, had the police protect you, and you relied so much on the American justice system. You didn't need a friend like me. But now you come to me and start to demand justice from me. Unfortunately, you didn't ask with respect."
Lyon saw the stern look in Makarov's eyes as he began to sweat from his head.
"More than that, you didn't even offer me your friendship, let alone call me Godfather," Makarov continued. "I feel insulted that you would dare come into my house on the day my daughter is to be married and ask me to murder for money."
"No, Don Dreyar," Lyon implored. "All I ask is for justice."
Makarov shook his head once more. "No, Lyon. That is not justice. Had things been different, I might have considered it. But, your friend is still alive."
"Either way, they should suffer as she had suffered," Lyon said, still feeling the bitterness for what his friend had been reduced too. "Please, Don Dreyar. I'll pay you whatever you want."
Makarov laid down his cat on his desk as he got up from his chair, looking at the covered windows and turned back at Lyon. "My friend, what have I done to make you treat me so disrespectfully. You wouldn't even be in this situation if you had my friendship. If people knew of our friendship, your enemies would fear you. So, if you were to accept my friendship, it may make those boys think twice the next time they cross you. Whatever enemies you make, they will become my enemies."
Lyon took a deep breath and asked, "Then… Godfather… will you accept my friendship… please?"
Bowing his head in respect, Makarov accepted Lyon's friendship as he held out his right fist, as Lyon kissed his ring.
"I believe this is the beginning of a good friendship we have here, Lyon," Makarov said, patting his right shoulder. "And don't forget this as well. There will come a time, which may or may not happen, when I will ask you for a favor. But until that day comes, accept this justice as a gift on my daughter's wedding day."
Lyon nodded. "Thank you, Godfather." With their business done, Lyon was escorted out.
Turning towards his men, one of them, who was a young beautiful red-haired girl named Erza Scarlet, was given her orders by Makarov. Erza happen to be one of Makarov's adopted kids.
Erza listened to Makarov's orders. "Give this job to Loke. Just tell him to rough up these boys until they've learned their lesson. Also, make sure you speak with these people so they don't get carried away of what they request. We're not murderers, despite what Lyon says."
"Yes, I understand, Godfather," Erza nodded as she left the room to inform Loke of Makarov's next orders.
