The Apocalypse Swordsman
Chapter 1
A/N: I do not own Fairy Tail, if I did, I would be in there and NaLu would be canonised, it would be certain, I only own the OC's, even then one of them is my friends, so yeah… ENJOY CHAPTER ONE (PS: I make no money from this… unfortunately)
Two robed figures walked through the streets of Magnolia, headed towards the Fairy Tail Guild hall. Inside, the guild was partying as usual, drinking, laughing, and just having fun.
It was at this moment that the doors, interrupting the party being held for the new member, Lucy, a blonde who had always wanted to join the guild, opened to reveal two people, the shorter of the two carrying a strange bundle.
"Fairy Tail!," The taller figure announced, obviously male. "I wish to challenge the following members; Erza Scarlet, Mirajane Strauss, Laxus Dreyar, Gildarts Clive, and Natsu Dragneel, to a battle".
Needless to say, the guild was in shock, a stranger just waltzed in and challenged the strongest wizards in the guild.
Surprisingly, a boy with no shirt on had responded, "Why the hell should we? You just walk in here like you own the place, and think you have the right to challenge us? Just who do you think you are?"
"Gray, leave him be, they may want to join the guild, no reason to push them away already" A small man appeared next the boy, now known as Gray. He was about three feet tall, with a strange walking stick, orange jacket and a striped orange and blue cap.
"Actually, Master…" The hooded man said.
"Makarov" The guild master replied, knowing full well what the stranger was asking.
"Master Makarov, I would only like to join the guild if I have thoroughly examined your top members in combat" The tall figure said.
"Hmm, place your bets kids, were having a fight!" Makarov announced.
Almost immediately, everyone had placed bets, mostly on the Fairy Tail members, yet for some reason Makarov alone chose to bet on the newcomers.
"Alright then, how about a change of scenery?" The second figure asked, definitely female.
And just like that they were all in a massive field, with the competitors in the centre.
"Was that teleportation magic?" Makarov asked the girl, still keeping an eye on the bundle of rags in her arms.
"Yes it was, jealous?" The girl replied. Makarov just stared at her in shock.
"Ok boy, you will fight Natsu and Erza as-" Makarov began, but was interrupted by a tall man with yellow hair and a lightning shaped scar over his right eye, appearing in a flash of lightning.
"These assholes think that they can walk in our guildhall and challenge us? The weak shouldn't challenge their superiors" Laxus said with a scowl on his face.
"You know…" The hooded man began. "You can join in this too, prove your strength".
"LAXUS, DO NOT TREAT OUR GUESTS WITH SUCH DISDAIN" Makarov shouted at his grandson.
"No, no, Makarov, it's quite alright" The hooded man stated, "If someone challenged me for my wife, I would act rather the same way".
"Hmm, wait… YOUR WIFE?" Makarov shouted, with shock evident on his and everyone else's face.
"Yes we're married, is that a problem?" The hooded girl said whilst rocking the bundle as if it were her own child.
"N-no, it's just… I thought that you were brother and sister, or friends travelling on the road" The master of the guild stuttered out.
"I believe we have stalled enough, let's begin, shall we?" The hooded man said.
As Laxus turned to face the challenger, two people walked up to stand beside him. One was a beautiful red-head, with a set of Heart-Kreuz armour and a sword with a winged guard.
The other was a young man with pink hair, and a scaly scarf wrapped around his neck. He also wore a black, open and sleeveless vest, with white sweatpants, black tailcoat and black, open-toed sandals.
"I am Erza Scarlet" The red-head introduced, standing tall and awaiting the challenge before her.
"Yo, I'm Natsu, Natsu Dragneel" The pinkette anncounced, scratching the back of his neck as he did so.
And thus the match began, and the one to attack first was Laxus, much to everyone's surprise. He darted forward and tried to strike from below with a fist surrounded by lightning, but the hooded figure was on the other side of the field.
Everyone's jaws dropped to the floor like they were in an anime, surprised at the speed the stranger showed. It was Natsu who charged forward next, starting with a Fire Dragon Iron Fist right off the bat. The figure dodged the blow by ducking left, spinning behind and countered with an attack of his own.
"CHOAS DRAGON STRIKE!" He yelled, as he struck Natsu in the back with a fist coated with black and blue energy.
This caused Natsu to be forced into the ground as he blacked out. A cloud of dust and dirt was picked up, and everyone waited for it to clear.
When it did, Natsu and the stranger were in a small crater. He teleported behind Erza and struck her with a kick to the back, sending her flying a few metres forward onto her stomach.
At this point Laxus had gotten over his shock, and had chosen to strike from behind this time. He appeared behind the figure and struck him into the ground.
Well, that was what would've happened if the figure didn't turn around and grab Laxus's fist.
"Attacking me from behind, smart", the figure said. "But you've got to be FASTER".
With that he had pulled Laxus toward him, while at the same time lifting his foot to be level with his stomach.
As he proceeded to kick Laxus in the stomach, Natsu had woken up and charged him from behind with Erza at his heels.
Erza had requipped into her Heaven's Wheel armour, and Natsu had charged up another Iron Fist.
Laxus was sent flying to the other side of the field and was knocked out.
"Laxus is out of the match" The hooded female announced, now playing with the bundle.
Most of the wizards present fainted at the announcement. Even Makarov was having a hard time wrapping his head around the fact that Laxus, one of the strongest in the guild, was the first to be taken out.
He looked back at the fight and watched as the newcomer mopped the floor with his strongest members.
He was spinning around, flipping over himself and the others as if he was doing a practiced routine. Dodging everything they threw at him.
Natsu attacked from the front as Erza charged from behind, slicing diagonally at his back. The challenger back flipped over Erza causing the Fairy Tail wizards to ram into each other.
Natsu was the first to get his feet under him and started throwing fireballs at the figure that flipped and rolled past all of his attacks.
As the man drew closer, Erza got up and ran to the other side of the field.
"REQUIP: FLIGHT ARMOUR!" Erza yelled as her armour changed.
Unlike her other set, this armour barely covered her chest and the pants were very short. With cheetah-like patterns on them, she also had a pair of ears on her head, along with two swords built for speed.
And with that she disappeared from everyone's sight, all but the master and the two strangers that is.
"Looks like I'll have to get serious now. REQUIP: CHAOS BLADE!" He shouted, a pitch black sword appearing in his hand.
Erza pulled up next to Natsu and, even though they were on the other side of the field, they could still feel the power emanating from the blade. A dark, destructive force, held in the palm of this young man.
With a strange buzzing, the stranger disappeared. Only to reappear behind them, sword raised behind him with black and blue energy coating the blade.
"CHAOS DRAGON SWORD STRIKE!" He yelled, bringing the blade down with the energy trailing behind it.
The two jumped forward, but it was futile as the energy was released as a giant wave of magic power.
Erza grabbed Natsu and, using her Flight Armour, dodged to the side, narrowly avoiding the attack.
What the man didn't realize however, was that the attack was heading towards the crowd of spectators, the speed of the attack was too much for them to react in time.
"Oh shit!"
The figure teleported in front of the crowd and threw his arms out to the side, as if to catch the attack.
The following explosion could be seen from Kardia Cathedral.
Dust and dirt flew around, getting in the eyes of the wizards present. Blinding everyone, as they shielded themselves from the blast.
Once everything calmed down, Makarov looked around to see the state of his children. He saw everyone getting up and rubbing their eyes.
He saw the hooded girl stand up from shielding the bundle of rags with her own body.
He looked around to where the hooded man was standing, his cloak ripped beyond repair, blood dripping onto the ground from the large gash in his chest. He could also see that the man had longish black hair, his hood having blown of his head when the attack struck.
He took a step back as he panted from the pain in his chest. He then lit his hand on fire, much like Natsu's, but calm and soothing.
He then proceeded to run his hand over the wound, leaving just pink skin in its wake. After he had healed himself, he placed his hood back on his head.
"Sorry about that" He said as he turned to face the group, "I'm not used to holding back".
The girl then stood up, walked over to the young man and proceeded to slap him across the face.
"DAMMIT, YOU COULD'VE KILLED US AND ARYA!" She shouted.
"Arya?" Makarov asked to himself, curious as to who she was talking about.
"I'm sorry, I swear I didn't mean to" His voice filled with sorrow and not without a touch of fear.
"Yeah, I know, but you're going to make it up to me by buying me dinner" The girl said, pulling him into a hug.
"Okay, now that the battle is over…" Makarov began, "PAY UP BRATS HAHAHAHA"
"What's he talking about?" The girl asked her partner.
"We made bets on who would win" Gray explained, "Seems he was the only one who bet on you, now everyone has to pay up".
"Hey, hood guy" Natsu called out as he limped towards the group.
"Yes, Natsu?"
"Good fight, let's do it again"
"Yeah, why not?"
"Boy" Makarov yelled after he collected his winnings from his 'children'.
"Yes?"
"Seeing as you won, show us your face and tell us your name why don't you?" He asked.
"One thing first, let my wife join the guild" The hooded man said.
"Done, now show us"
"You know, I don't think you'll recognise me, it has been ten years after all" The stranger said, taking off his hood.
Before them stood a boy no older than 17, with jet black hair. A scar over his left eye, which was a cold, piercing grey, while the other was pitch black.
"N-Nick?" Makarov stuttered.