Fullbuster Overload
By: Dragonll237
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"Ariana! Ariana, can you hear me?! Ariana?!" a male voice cried out in the dark streets of a town unknown by the man with black, slicked back hair and tears streaming down his bloodied face.
The man picked up the girl lying crippled and bloody on the ground, and ran in search of help. A drunken bystander pointed towards a hospital and that was where the ravenette had been sitting in a waiting room for three hours. Bags under his eyes, blood oozing around his bandages given to him by the nurses, and old and fresh tears stained on his cheeks. Stubble on his face showed he hadn't fixed himself up in a few days, if the bags weren't enough to tell he'd been awake for days on end. He had learned of his location, but farther information that didn't concern of the girl in the emergency room slipped away from him. He just prayed to the Gods that she would not leave him alone.
When the doctors finally came out, revealing the girl to be stable, the man nearly collapsed in relief. The ravenette claimed to be the girl's uncle as he wished to see her. It didn't take long to convince the doctor to let the man through.
The girl lay on the bed, paled and feeble but recovering. Her brown wavy hair resting as a halo on the pillow of the bed. The ravenette admired her strength while he pet her hair as a form of calming himself. A way to tell himself that the girl was alive and breathing right beneath his hands.
The girl had woken many hours later to find joy in seeing the ravenette sitting next to her. Her beautiful violet eyes sparkling with the life she was given by the hospital's careful care. The girl was to stay in the hospital to recover all her strength and heal for the next two weeks, but after three days she forced the ravenette to not be tied down to the hospital. Using her irresistible pouty-beg face, the ravenette was convinced to do what they had come to do in the first place. Though he dreaded the very thought of seeing it again.
And so, the black haired man stood face to face with a building all too familiar to him. Fairy Tail. He took a deep breath as he took a step forward into the guild grounds. It had been so long since he had seen the building look as it did, a large stone brick foundation that gladly showed the pride of the number one guild of Fiore. How he missed how simple those days were. It was a sense of deja vu coming back into the guild. The doors opened for him to be revealed to those insideā¦
The ravenette took a deep breath before announcing to the whole guild, "May I speak to the master of this guild, please?"
"Depends on who's lookin' for 'im," came a reply from a member inside.
"A friend," the ravenette answered.
"Why, hello there. I'm the master of this guild. You said you wanted to speak with me?" an eighty year old man that was no taller than the ravenette's knees called from the bar table.
"Yes, sir. It is important," the ravenette replied, feeling a great sense of nostalgia in seeing the old man standing before him.
Makarov nodded, and signalled the ravenette to follow him up to his office. Locking the door behind them so that the man may tell his story to someone other than the girl he thinks of as a neice.
