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Dragon Slayers are drawn to each other but it is unknown how or why.

Gajeel glared down from the rafters above, arms folded over his chest. His eyes darted back and forth through the brawl until they landed on flash of fire, and pink hair. A smile slowly split his face, revealing his sharp canines.

It's been said that it's because of their enhanced sense of smell.

A lone, young man walked through the woods. He had black hair, brown skin, and dark eyes, wearing a loose shirt and cargo pants, as well as moist bandana around his neck. Upon his shoulders was a noticeably full backpack, while on his hips was a sabre, two pistols, and a tomahawk. He paused in his step then looked up to the trees. After sniffing the air a few times, he turned then sniffed again.

Or perhaps because a Dragon Slayer has a sense of kinship to another, no matter whom they may be.

Another young man, with tanned, and spiky, dark crimson hair, stood atop some cliffs overlooking a forest, his hands in the pockets of his lighter crimson pants. His white, high collared coat, with intricate silver patterns, billowed in the wind, revealing the under-lying purple lining, and the black shirt underneath it all. A large purple and white snake was beside him when it decided to nudge its nose into his arm.

Though that fact is doubtful.

The redheaded man subconsciously began to stroke his pets head. "Our time is upon us. I can hear it," he said to himself.

Meanwhile, in Magnolia…

"Damn, you're both still alive?" Laxus took a step forward, glaring at the fallen Natsu and Gajeel, his teeth bared showing his sharp canines. "Why don't you just kick the bucket already?"

Regardless of whatever the reason…

The dark-skinned man stood just outside of a village, remaining amongst the trees. His body was tense and his lips were thinned.

Dragon Slayers do tend to find one another. That much is certain.

He inhaled deeply, blew out his breath, and then began walking towards it with a confident stride. The villagers stared at the newcomer as he passed. Some even moved out of his way, making him more on edge.

And no matter what that person is like…

"Laxus! Don't do this!" Natsu shouted at the roaring S-class Mage, who was about ready to cast Fairy Law.

How they view this world…

A smile broke the crimson-haired man's face, revealing his sharp canines, as his pet wrapped itself around him. "This pathetic world will soon know the darkness they've yet to hear."

Or what their future holds…

The brunette man came to a stop at a building that was in the shape of a cat's head, and just stood there for a moment, staring at it.

All Dragon Slayers are intertwined. In some way, shape, or form.

"Um, h-hello."

The man jumped, an odd sound escaping from his lips, before he turned to his right, looking at what startled him.

"I'm sorry!" exclaimed a small girl wearing a simple blue and gold dress with white pointed edges. Her eyes were brown and her hair was dark-blue, falling to her waist, with two bangs framing her face. She lowered her head as her hands disappeared behind her back. "I-I didn't mean to startle you."

The man vigorously waved his hands and shook his head at the same time. "No, no, no! Don't worry about it." He started to rub the back of his neck. "I'm normally more aware of my surroundings than this." That was when he noticed a white cat, standing on two legs beside her, arms folded in her sleeves of her dress. There was a pink ribbon tied around its tail.

He tilted his head to the side, eying the creature before he pointed at it. "Why is that cat standing on two legs?"

Said creature scoffed, turning up her head to the side. "Outsiders are always so insolent."

Out of response, he straightened his posture with his furrowed brows and eyes widened.

The girl turned to her pet, her eyebrows having an upward tilt. "Carla, don't be mean."

She turned to look her in the eye, glaring at her in the process. "Honestly, child. I don't see why you wanted to talk to him in the first place."

His brows furrowed even more. "Talk to me?" He tilted his head to the side again. "About what?"

The girl looked at him in the face before she lowered her head, grinding the tip of her shoe into the dirt. "Um, well..."

Carla visibly refrained from rolling her eyes, which the man noticed. "Come on, child. Out with it already."

He turned a wide-eyed glare to the cat. "Hey, easy on the girl! Alright, fur ball?"

She whirled on him, eyes narrowed. "Well, I never!" With that, she turned away from him scoffing again.

The man clenched his eyes closed, and bared his gritted teeth, inhaling sharply through them. He mumbled something about pretentious cats. After, mentally counting down, and breathing slowly, he opened his eyes.

His brows waved, when he saw that the little girl had her hands in front of her mouth, almost forming a barrier with them. There was quite a bit of tension in her brows, as her eyes started to water.

His brows were knotted with worry as his head slumped into his lowered shoulders. "Oh, for the love of…" he muttered before kneeling down to her level. He slowly reached out to place his hand on her shoulder, and when she did not retreat, he relaxed visibly, sighing through his nose. "Sorry, for snapping like that. I'm just a little tired and sore is all."

She nodded her head a few times. "Ok."

Carla just scoffed again in response, and the man's eye twitched.

He took a deep breath before he sighed through his nose again. A smile formed on his face as he took his arm from her shoulder and placed it on his knee, as he tilted his head. "So, what is it you wanted to say?"

"Well, um…" her gaze fell to the ground beside her. "Are-are you a… a Dragonslayer, too?"