Hi, I'm knightwalker-hime, and this is the first fic that I've ever published anywhere. Haha, I really hope you'll enjoy this - even though this is a totally crappy for a first chapter (well, even for a chapter afterall), but I hope you'll just brush it off. AND I'M SO SORRY for the grammarmistakes and things like that - I'm not a native English speaker. And I have to confess that I haven't literally even ever seen one, so..
And yes, before anyone can ask, I got my idea for this fic from the anime movie, Toki o Kakeru Sh
ōjo. But no, I'm not making this like the movie (lol I haven't even seen it), I've only borrowed few things. I promise I'll make even some of the future chapters longer than this, but I was busy to upload this since it's my birthday today, haha. OH AND YES, I'm sorry if I (as I probably did) like totally messed up the .. Japanese year-things and so on :DD I'm no good with maths. Feel free to review (that'd be like awesome)! :3 AND PLEASE LET ME KNOW if I've made horrible mistakes and well.


The girl who leapt through time
Published — 08/18/'13
Disclaimer
— Fairy tail with all it contains belongs to Hiro Mashima. I don't own Toki o Kakeru Shōjo either. ... And no, I don't own Tokyo, or Japan.


Chapter one — The leap

I

Shinjuku, Tokyo, Japan — April First 2013 — 06:37
The sunrays made the red-haired girl open her eyes slowly. First thing she noticed was where she was laying. The ground was still cold after the night, and it seemed like it had been raining since it was a bit moist. Second thing she noticed was what she was wearing - an armour. The though of it made her smile — it was the armour she got for her birthday some years ago. It held strong bond to her past.

The young woman stopped smiling, when she noticed where she was. She had no idea. The redhead rose from the cold ground, and decided to take a look around. There were few trash cans besides the short stairs which lead to the doors. It was a slim street she lay some moment's ago — an impasse, she noticed as soon as she turned around. So, no other choice than to walk to the big street.

The redhead's eyes were like plates. She couldn't hide her bewilderment. First were those huge buildings, which seemed to climb all the way up to the sky. Then there were the moving boxes! They were colorful and glossy — beautiful, she noticed; they were like armours. There were people inside the moving boxes. Some of them seemed to be in a big rush. And some of them seemed like they could fell a sleep any moment. The armoured woman turned her face to the people marching their way past her. Were they going to the war? No, she didn't think so, since they were wearing only white shirts, black trousers and briefcases. That'd be odd armour for war.

Some heads were turned to her, she noticed. Maybe it was her armour, since no-one else had such a thing on and her red hair — even she had noticed how similar people looked in their suits and dark hair. Only different sizes and facial features showed her that they weren't clones.
"Oh, look, a cosplayer!" the redhead heard someone whisper - there were few short girls, probably from primary school. She furrowed a bit in though. Cosplayer? What was that?

Someone tapped her shoulder, and she turned around in hurry. There was a dark purple haired woman with a white hairband with ribbons hanging on the sides. She was wearing dark clothing and a happy smile on her face.
"I know what happened to you, and I'll help you, since you're here because of me. Would you like to come with me?"

II

"Erza Scarlet", the purple haired woman tasted the name on her lips. She turned to the woman walking beside her.
"Where do you come from?" the redhead — Erza Scarlet, turned to her company when the question was asked. Erza smiled at the though of her home.
"Edo", Erza gave a short answer, but the woman beside her noticed the emotions in her voice. Great, now she almost felt bad for bringing her here.

"Which year?" Erza answered right away:
"Keiō one." The woman beside the redhead chuckled softly. Erza furrowed, asking:
"What is it, Ultear-san?"
"You're coming so far away. From 1865 — you don't know what year is it now, do you?" Erza shook her head in confusion.
"It's Heisei 24, but we simply say it's 2013. You're from 148 years aback. Interesting, isn't?"
Erza looked puzzled at that, and was furrowing now a lot — she was so far away from home. But only if Ultear had told her the truth. But why would she lie to her? Erza sure didn't know answer for that.

Ultear decided to stay quiet, until Erza would say something. She didn't want to bother her when she was thinking. She understood that it definitely was a big deal to be from 1865, and then without a second though she found herself in 2013. Ultear really wished that Erza wouldn't hate her for what she did and run away. That'd be troublesome.

Now the two were walking in a beautiful — and quiet, Erza smiled — park. Kita was a nice place, but she didn't enjoy Tokyo much — too much people and way too much big buildings. "Ultear-san, where're we going?" Ultear flashed a small smile to her company in armour.
"In my place. I'll tell you about our time. Oh, I almost forgot — how old are you, Erza?" "Eighteen, Ultear-san", and she frowned when Ultear tsked at her.
"Now you'll go for seventeen, Eru-chan. And I'll put you into a high school." Erza's frown deepened, no, not only for the nickname she was given, but a high school? She was about to complain about it, but Ultear rose her hand when she was about to open her mouth.
"Look, we're here."

III

Milkovich Dojo, Sakuragawa, Itabashi, Tokyo, Japan — April First 2013 — 07:50
"Hey dumbass, wake up", he felt a pillow hit his head. The male grunted turning around in his comfy bed and pulled the blanket to over his ears. On his door the almost white-haired man snorted and chirped with a grin:
"Baka, you're late already. It's almost eight-o-clock, and your school starts — hmm, in twenty-five minutes." He left the room, when a naked teenager throw his blanked away in hurry. Raven-haired young man rushed to his wardrobe to pick up his school uniform.

Few minutes later he rushed down the stairs to the kitchen only to grab a toast and a juice can. A short-haired woman with an orange apron on screams back at her adopted son:
"GRAY FULLBUSTER, don't you dare to rush out without a decent breakfast! GRAY!" Always going somewhere, she though and sighed while returning to her magazine. And yes, breakfast is more important than school. At least to Ur.

Fujita-sensei will kill me if I'll be late again, Gray though while running and eating the toast. Did he have a bad habit being late? Yes. And his homeroom teacher — Fujita-sensei — was a strict one when it comes to missing classes. Fujita-sensei was a middle-aged woman, who had been a teacher in Magnolia Academy half her life. She was one of the few Japanese teachers there — as you might've guessed from the schools non-Japanese name, Magnolia Academy was an international school.
There were a lot of students — Gray didn't know it precisely, but considering from the crowds he had to dive through every day, he really could say he knew when there was a lot of people.

Magnolia Academy wasn't a normal Japanese school — since it was international, it had some manners from the other cultures. Gray couldn' t tell yet, if it was a blessing or not.

There were the after-school clubs, too. Since Gray's idiotic rival, Natsu, who's a pyromaniac, had burned the school's dojo down accidentally, Gray's foster mother Ur had lent her dojo for the school's use.
Speak of the devil.. There he was — that dumbass. In front of the school. Oh, and Lucy was with him.

"Gra-" the busty blonde jumped and waved her hand just to be pushed away by Natsu.
"HEY ICE-ASS, READY FOR A FIG- Ough! Lucy-y, don't hit me! Ouch!"

"DON'T YOU ICE-ASS ME YOU GODDAMN PYROMANIAC!" Gray shouted back at his rival, only to be whacked by Lucy.

"SHUT UP ALREADY people's watching us. Again."

Gray and Natsu glared at each other, but let it be. Lucy wiped imaginary dust away from her dark blue skirt while continuing to go through the schoolyard. There were only few groups of students in similar univorms left.

Lucy was happy that for once Gray wasn't late. Well, almost. Bells rang the last time, and they decided to take a run to their auditorium, where would be a boring principal's talk. At least they could easily sleep some of their lack of sleep away.

V

Erza never had though of going into a school like Magnolia Academy. It was such an odd place — she had never though that places like this even existed! But the redhead could see that almost no one was even giving any though for the principal — they were in their own thoughs — and she could even see someone sleeping! Erza was annoyed, she wanted to punch their faces. Hard.

The principal gave a formal speech about the coming schoolyear, about the clubs (and how everyone should return a piece of paper to the leaders of the clubs they wanted to join to for friday at the longest) and then he gave the last welcomes for the new students before ordering them back to their classes.

Erza had been given the map to her class. And some papers which she should bring home. She had also been told that she would get her schedule soon from her homeroom teacher. She turned the map around and around few times. And once again. Erza furrowed her brows and tried to figure the map out. Great, now she would be lost and late an—

"Do you — oh, wait a second. NATSU GET THE FUCK OFF OF ME! Sorry about that. Do you need help with the map?" a blonde girl chirped to her with a smile on her face. Erza smiled awkwardly too.

"Oh, yes. I should be in the class 0215, could you tell me whe—"

"We're in the same class! I am Lucy Heartfilia. That pink-haired idiot there is Natsu Dragneel, he's our classmate too. Come with us!" the blonde turned around and took the redheads hand in the process dragging her to the stairs.

"Our homeroom teacher is.. well, you know. Strict and all. So don't be late, or you'll face her wrath. Ah, you have to meet Levy and Juvia too! They're in our parallel class. ... Oh my, I forgot to ask your name! I'm so sorry, I'm such an airhead!" Erza coughed and smiled at her energic classmate.

"It's okay, Lucy-san. I am Erza Scarlet."

"Aaw, that's like so cute name! But sounds like a warriors! Oh, cute warrior, that'd be a good character in my new novel! Yes, with raging red hair! And black leather bikini-armour and.." Erza sweat-dropped, thanks to Lucy. She really was such an airhead..

"You write novels?" the slightly taller redhead asked carefully.

"Yee—es, she does! And she's a true bookworm too! Always writing something down or reading a book", Natsu said, coming between the two. Lucy however pouted at this and slapped Natsu on his head.

"Not all the time! How could I when you're always dragging me everywhere! And distracting me with breaking into my apartme—"

"I don't break in! You just forget to lock the doors and—"

" AND WINDOWS, Natsu, WINDOWS. I shouldn't be afraid of someone breaking in from my window since I live in the fourth floor, but the YOU came and —"

At that point the three were already in front of the class, and Erza let the two quarrel about .. well, everything. She stepped inside, and saw few persons sitting there talking with eachother and what they did during holidays.
Lucy grabbed her hand and dragged her to sit beside herself. In several minutes, the rest of the class came in and sat down rather randomly. Erza had ever seen in her life so .. different looking people! There were blondes, blue-eyed ones and latinos and—

"If you're wondering why here is so much foreigners, but you can't see them much in the streetview, it's because this is the only international school in the whole area of Tokyo. And now I mean the metropolis, not the 'city'", Lucy told her, continueing:
"Some people come here to school even as far as Saitama, but most of are from here or Yokohama."

"There's a lot of students in this school, but this is a small class", Erza said, with a asking tone in her voice.

"Yeah, the board thinks it's easier this way — big school, but a lot of small classes. They probably wants to make it more intensive. Teaching and studying, I mean. Some of our classes are with our parallel classes..", Lucy informed the newcomer, but stopped when the teacher came in and her sight locked at Erza.

"You must be the new one, welcome. .. Uh, Scarlet Erza, right?" the teacher continued when the redhead nodded.
"Come here and tell the class something about yourself. Where you come and so on."

Erza had heard of this odd introducing-habit of Japanese. But luckily they had had enough of time in the morning to make a fake story for her.
Walking in front of the class, she took a quiet deep breath and started talking.
"Hi, I'm Erza Scarlet, and I come from Kioto. I moved here during the holidays, but I've born here in Tokyo." She continued telling about herself, and the teacher asked a few more questions before letting her to go back sit down.

The few hours before lunch went quick the teacher telling her class about the rules — which had not changed, save for Natsu not being allowed to go for chemistry class without someone's company. She also mocked some guy from stripping during class. Soon Fujita-sensei had to let her class for luch, and Erza gladly left with Lucy. The redhead's hand was grabbed again by the blonde, and she was dragged again down the stairs to the canteen.

Before they could go too far, two persons came behind and grabbed their shoulders.


Ah, and remember to tell me your ideas and wishes and pairings's I should make here and so on. But no, Grayza is here to stay, I won't change that for anything, haha. And by the way, Jellal is not going to be in this story — well, at least not in 2013. Haha, there's something to think about here. Oh, and throw me also characters you would like to see in this story!