(This is such a crack idea I got while reading other fanfics. Also, I really need to catch up with man stuff. I think this is my worst start to a fanfic ever.)
It was nighttime in the town of Magnolia in the kingdom of Fiore. Things were pretty peaceful. Well peaceful except for Mirajane Strauss, who was currently having trouble sleeping as she was dreading the next day. It wasn't the anniversary of her sister, Lisanna's death the next day, rather; the disappearance of her other brother, Allen. Unlike her and the rest of her siblings, he was born with red hair. She couldn't remember him to well. Elfman didn't really know about him because he went missing before he was born.
When morning finally came, Mira was walking to the guild earlier than everyone else, as she usually did. As she came upon the guild someone was lying in front of it, wearing a black coat that resembled a uniform. What caught her attention though was the fact that the person's clothing had blood stains on parts of it, and there was some blood building up below the person.
Running over to the entrance, she quickly unlocked the doors before getting down onto her knees at his side. She picked one of his arms up throwing it around her shoulder as she lifted him up. As she was taking him into the guild, she noticed that he had white hair like she did.
As Mira was busy helping him, inside Allen's mind it was a bit...odd. Neah was somehow talking with his innocence. One thing he did have on his mind though was, who was moving him and how did he get where he was. "Look here you stupid clown, how was I supposed to know that would happen when the Ark was used with no set location?!"
If the innocence actually had a face, it would roll its eyes right now. "Well maybe if you had thought about it before jumping straight in this wouldn't have happened." Neah was about to yell again when the two noticed something; someone was taking care of Allen.
Neah took enough control over Allen to open his eyes. Lucky for Allen he didn't change his appearance this time as he did the last time his uncle took over. Groaning, he sat up a little, taking a look around, he was in some room, laying on a bed. Looking at Allen's body, he saw it was bandaged up. "Well least I know he's okay." Hearing the door to the room open, Neah quickly receded, Allen falling back onto what he was laying on.
Mira had thought she heard something when she went back into the room she had taken the boy into. She was just checking on him as she did have a few things to get to fast. Sitting down at the side of the bed, she looked him over a bit, wondering how he got so injured as he was. What freaked her out the most was a large wound on him that seemed to be from a large sword going through him.
Looking at his face, she couldn't help but feel like she knew him, but couldn't place where. What was really strange, to her at least, was that he had white hair like she and her siblings have. As she got up to leave for a bit, she heard the door open, Makarov was standing at the doorway, yawning. "Hello there Mira." He said to her, noticing the young man who was lying down, covered in bandages. "Hi master. I kind of found him in front of the guild injured this morning when I came," she said. Walking over, Makarov got up onto a chair near the bed the boy was laying on. The thing that caught his attention was the boy's black left arm, and the red markings over his left eye. "Hmmm."