Author's Notes: Welcome one and all to another one of my fanfictions! This time it's Fairy Tail! And there will be tons of pairings!

This will start with Owen telling the story during the Tekken Arc of my Freedom Writers series to Aqua. Just saying, since the start goes directly to where Chapter Three of that story continues.

But a rather unique character will be starring in this one. And, just like Owen with Aqua, will fall for someone in the Fairy Tail universe! Try and guess who.

For those that are familiar with the series, here's a tip: she was once crucified on a tree and was branded with the Phantom Lord's symbol on her stomach.

Try and figure it out through the story. Enjoy!

Btw. I don't own Fairy Tail or any of it's characters.


Chapter 1:

Fairy Tail...Guild Entrance...

The two walked out of the portal, finding themselves in front of a two-story building with a big sign that said 'FAIRY TAIL' on it. Its emblem was sewn on a yellow flag that was neatly placed at the center of the building's front. It truly was a terrific sight, especially for Jake.

He smiled and inhaled. "I'm...actually here...in Fairy Tail!"

Owen laughed and playfully punched him. "Wait 'til we join Fairy Tail. I would love to see how you react to that!"

The young teen then swayed from side to side. "Ah...we're gonna join..."

"This guy's too funny," Owen chuckled.

"Excuse me," a voice from behind said.

The two turned around at the source of the voice. There stood a girl, medium-length blue hair which was tied with a yellow ribbon,brown eyes, pale white skin and peach-colored lips. She was a few inches shorter than Jake, probably by two inches.

She wore a yellow bikini top underneath a short blue vest, exposing her flat stomach, blue jeans with the cuffs rolled up to just above her knees and yellow sandals. Needless to say these two Writers know who exactly this person was. Most especially the younger one.

Levy McGarden, they thought in unison.

Owen cleared his throat. "Yes?"

"Um, do you have any business here?" she asked.

He grinned. "Actually, we do."

Her face lit up like a light as she clasped her hands together. "Could it be that you two want to join Fairy Tail?"

DEAD ON! they thought, dumbfounded.

Jake laughed and scratched the back of his head. "Are we that easy to read?"

She giggled. "Yeah."

"Do we have to fill out any applications?" Owen asked.

She shook her head. "Nope! You just waltz right up there and yell out, 'I WANNA JOIN FAIRY TAIL!'"

Jake's face lit up. "Alright! I'll do just that!"

"Jake, wait!" Owen called out, a little too late.

The two watched him barge into the building and the doors closed behind him. Just as Levy had told them, he yelled out those five words at the top of his lungs. The two sweatdropped.

"I was only kidding..." she mumbled, dumbfounded.

"Don't worry, he's just a little excited."

"Maybe too excited?"


A few minutes later...Fairy Tail Guild...

"We would like to join Fairy Tail, Master Makarov."

After the utterly embarrassing uproar brought upon the guild by Jake, Levy had led Owen to Master Makarov, the guild's...well...master.

Owen stood casually, while Jake was sulking beside him after finding out he had made a complete fool of himself. The poor boy. He just can't help himself when he's excited.

Makarov rubbed his chin in thought. "Really, now? And what reason do you have to join a guild such as us?"

He smiled. "I have heard many things about this guild. And though a lot would say this place is rather rowdy at times, there are those who also say you excel even the mightiest guilds out there. I do believe it's because of the level of morale you have put into your own guild, Master Makarov. And so, me and my friend would like to aid you by lending you our strength. We may not be mages, but our abilities come quite close to your level of strength."

"Hmmm..." He thought a little bit more. "Usually we let people join right away if they want to, but you say you both are not mages? I would like to see your 'abilities' before I make a decision."

"And how do you propose we demonstrate our skills?"

"Why not a duel with a couple of our guild mages? They will be the judge of your abilities and say whether you're cut out for joining our guild or not. What do you say?"

He turned to Jake. "What do you think, Jake? Wanna duel with a mage?"

He snapped out of his sulking and blinked. "Eh?"

"Alright, we'll do it."

Jake looked around. "What were we talking about?"

Makarov smiled and nodded. "Alright! Everyone, push the tables to the sides and give room!"

"Oh, we're doing it here?" the older Writer asked.

"That's right!" He then turned around. "Erza! Please, step forward!"

That said, a girl from the crowd stepped forward. Her hair was a scarlet shade of red, her skin fair, eyes same color as her hair and pink lips. She stood as tall as Owen, perhaps a centimeter taller, and was wearing a knight's armor, blue skirt and black leather boots.

Owen grinned, apparently excited. "Erza Scarlet. I've heard quite a lot about you."

She smiled back. "Really? You have?"

He nodded. "Why, yes. That is why I'm looking forward to this duel. Such an honor to get a chance to fight with the one and only Titania."

"My, what enthusiasm. I believe this will be interesting."

"Master," the white-haired beauty, Mirajane, whispered to Makarov. "Isn't choosing Erza a little too extreme?"

He shook his head. "Do not worry, I sense great power within these boys."

In no time at all, the tables were pushed to the side. The room was now big enough to hold the fight, with everyone cooped up in the side as well. The entire guild was excited...

...whilst Jake was still unable to figure out what is happening.

What a dolt...

The two stood at the ready, both at opposite sides of the 'arena'. They stared at each others eyes. Their breathing was calm, steady, relaxed.

Owen brought his hand to reach for his blade, Thanatos. This humongous sword resembled that of a Dragon Sword. It had no cross-guard, and its pommel was shaped and crafted as a demon's skull.

The blade was long and straight right up until the tip. The tip was shaped like an arrowhead, though a lot sharper and pointier. The sword itself was about seven feet long and four inches wide.

Erza brought out her own sword. "Requip..." Her armor then changed. Plated armor now covers her chest, with a large metal flower over it, and she wears a large billowing skirt that has metal plating in the upper area. Her stomach and neck are uncovered, and she has large metal wings that appear to be made of individual blades, as well as a wing-like headpiece. "Heaven's Wheel Armor!"

Her opponent's smile grew. "Heaven's Wheel, eh? Fine choice."

"I think it's appropriate, considering that you're using a sword yourself."

"Heh, I see. Well, don't hold back now."

"Back at you."

Mirajane raised her hand high. "Ready..."

Everyone stared intently at the two, wondering what the outcome of this battle will be? Will she win? Will he lose?

Or the other way around? It's hard to say. But more importantly...

...will the guild building be alright?

She threw her hand down. "...fight!"

Erza launched multiple blades towards Owen. The crowd gasped as they watched the blades fly. They were traveling at an incredible speed, making the blades nearly invisible.

But the Writer wasn't fazed. He merely sidestepped the incoming blades before they could hit him. As the scene played out, it's as if time had stopped for all of them.

Even Erza was surprised. She stared as he easily stepped out of the way of her blades. She saw his lips form a small smile.

Before anyone could even react, he had kicked all the swords to her direction. She quickly jumped out of the way and watched as her swords were pierced into the wall. She blinked, trying to take in everything that happened in just six seconds.

"We may not be mages," Owen began, causing her to snap her attention to him. "But we have very enhanced human abilities. Our speed and strength are the few things we trained. We've even trained ourselves to withstand the basic elements such as fire and ice. We're practically immune to those."

She chuckled. "Is that so? Are you saying that you cannot be touched?"

He shook his head. "I wouldn't say that. Like everyone and everything, we have a weakness. You and I just have to figure out what it is."

"You do not know your own weakness?"

"I'm afraid I do not. And it pisses me off."

She stood up and summoned back her swords. "And you expect me to find your weakness?"

"Please do?"

She smiled and charged at him. She swung her sword as her other blades began to dance around them. Owen saw through her technique and began to parry her attacks.

One by one, blade after blade, he had pushed them away. He didn't even take out his sword to block her attacks. He just slapped them away as if they were bothersome flies.

The guild watched in awe. No one has ever taken Erza lightly before. And they all thought the same thing...

Who is this guy?

He leaped up into the air and grabbed one of her swords before it could hit him, then threw it right back at her. She saw this and quickly parried it with the weapon in her hand, the sword being dodged by the slightly panicking audience as it landed on a table. Before she could even counter-attack, she found herself being pulled forward by her opponent.

It seems he had something planned...

He had grabbed her hand and pulled her towards him. While she was busy blocking the sword he threw he found an opportunity to quickly do a follow-up attack to that diversion. He took the chance and put his plan into motion.

When she was close enough, he did a quick knee on her stomach. She coughed and was briefly stunned. He then threw her up in the air and followed after her.

She quickly recovered and saw him closing in for a punch. "Tch!"

He swung his fist at her, colliding with her sword. She was relieved that she was able to block his attack. But something told her that she should be worried for some reason.

Then it hit her...literally.

He had took hold of her hand and pulled her close once more. He then thrust his palm onto her chest, knocking the wind out of her. He then threw her towards the ground, once again following after her.

She had quickly recovered when she was thrown up in the air. She wasn't so lucky when hurdling towards the ground. The ground shook as she landed on the wooden floor, gouging a small crater and shockwave that nearly knocked everyone in the room to the ground.

Owen then prepared himself to perform one of his signature finishers...

"Lightning...TALON!" he roared as his foot collided with Erza's body.

Or so he thought...

He saw that she had blocked the kick with her blade. His weight made it hard for her to keep up her guard. Then, the sword shattered.

She gasped as she stared at the shattered remains of her weapon, not minding that Owen had jumped back to the other side of the room. She blinked twice before grunting, getting up to summon another one of her swords. She looked very pissed.

"Had enough?" he asked.

She made a bitter smile before charging at him again. She then sent her swords to take him from behind, thinking that he hadn't notice. She was wrong.

With the swords behind him, one would think that he would be oblivious to them. The weapons then came at him with lightning speed. Was he gonna get hit?

Nope.

He jumped up high into the air, doing a few flips just for show. Erza dodged the incoming blades and jumped to his level. She swung her blade a few times, each swing missing him.

She began to feel annoyed, still attempting to land a hit on him. "Ya know, this fight's beginning to feel a little one-sided."

He laughed as he dodged a swing. "What do you want me to do about it? Don't tell me you want me to stand still and let you hit me?"

A vein throbbed in her head. "Wanna take out your sword? It's such a waste to not use it."

He grabbed her hand, stopping her blade from hitting him. "If you insist."

That said, he quickly took out his blade and did a horizontal slash. It knocked her and her blades towards the other side of the room. She was caught by some of the guild members, letting her get back on her feet.

She checked her body for any injuries and wounds. None, how can that be? She looked up with a puzzled look on her face.

"My blade did not hit you. I just created a gush of wind strong enough to push you and your blades back without doing you any harm." He pointed his sword at her, his whole body now emitting some strange black violet aura. The whole guild went stiff, staring at the demonic aura surrounding him. "So...wanna get serious?"

She narrowed her eyes. "What are you?"

He sighed and put his sword down, the aura now dissipating. "...I don't know. And it'd probably be best if I never did. But I assure you, I am not a bad man. I just want to offer my strength and aid you people in your missions. I know there are those who dislike the guild greatly. And I would be saddened if something were to happen to this place..."

The room was silent. Everyone took his words in, touched and apparently forgetting what they had witnessed a few seconds ago. Erza was the first to speak.

"Do you...really mean that?" she asked.

He nodded. "I do. Me and Jake, both."

She looked over to the other writer. "And he is Jake, I assume?"

"He is."

"What is your name?"

"Owen."

She then walked over to him, her sword now lowered. "And how do we know we could trust you, Owen?"

He sighed and put his sword on the ground. He slowly removed his shirt, revealing his lean body. The guild was shocked to see the many scars on his back and front.

There were scars on his back, chest and abdomen. One notable scar went from his chest down to his ribs. It was big, and it almost looked recent.

"Ever since I was a child I had obsessed myself into serving justice to those who deserve it, even if they don't want me to. I swore to myself that I would never let anyone undergo the pain and suffering I went through in my childhood. I want to protect those dear to me..." He closed his eyes. "...since I had lost someone in the past because of my uselessness. Jake's story is quite similar, though he took a harder blow."

"Owen," Jake whispered.

He reopened his eyes with a determined look. "And that's why I'm here! That's why we're here! We want to keep the peace in this world so that everyone will be filled with smiling faces! So that everyone can rejoice and embrace each other knowing that there are those who are willing to protect them!"

His friend stepped forward. "We know that you want the same thing, so let us join. We can be of great help to you. What do you say?"

Everyone exchanged glances. Most of them were speechless, others began to talk among themselves. Makarov looked thoughtful.

Erza turned to her master after changing into her casual armor. "Master?"

"Hmmm..." he mumbled. "It seems you both have gone through a lot in your lives. And I admire the fact that you are willing to aid us in helping those in need. However..."

Owen turned to him. "However...?"

"I need to ask one thing before I make a decision..." The two awaited his question. "...You both are not from this world, are you?"


To be continued...