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Chapter 2

"What do you mean? Who are you?" Erza once again asked, pointing her sword toward them.

"Erza. Stand down. These people are not the enemy," Master's voice echoed around the building and his small form stepped from behind the group, the First Master floating beside him.

"Master. What is going on?" Erza demanded, lowering her sword but not putting it away.

"These people have come to warn us and help defend against what is about to come." As soon as the words left his mouth, shouts of protests and confusion filled the guild hall as the Master was bombarded with questions.

"QUIET!" The Master yelled, gaining everyone's attention. "All of you sit down and shut up. We will explain everything that we know and no one is to say a word unless they want to receive the punishment." Everyone shivered, but nodded, to afraid of the punishment to say anything.

"Now then," Master said, turning to the people beside him. "Let's go in and I will let you guys explain." They nodded and followed the tiny man to the front of the guild. As they came in, I couldn't help but notice how different they looked and the odd clothing they were wearing was nothing that I had seen in Fiore. The first person was a man with long black hair with some parts of it held up by two white pieces on the right side of his head and three on top that fell across the left side his face. He was wearing a white jacket over some black robes with a white scarf around his neck and a sword hung at his right side, a gloved hand resting on the hilt. His grey eyes looked forward and he had an air about him that reminded me of my times as an heiress.

The second person was a small boy of about thirteen or fourteen. He had spiked white hair and large turquoise eyes. He had on the same thing as the first man, but he had a green scarf wrapped around his neck and his sword was on his back, attached by a star cross clasp in the front. The third person was a very beautiful woman. With long wavy strawberry blonde hair, light blue eyes and a very large chest had many of the men in guild ogling her. She had on plain black robes with a long pink scarf over her shoulders, a thin silver necklace that traveled into her breasts and a sword that hung on her back.

The next three people all had on the same outfits as the first woman, but one of the men had long bright red hair that was tied back in a band with some type of head gear on his forehead, covering tattoos that reached up to his hairline. His brown eyes sweeping over the guild, his hand slightly resting on the sword that was hanging from his right hip. The second man had vibrant orange hair and warm brown eyes that seemed friendly. He had a slight grin on his face as he walked past us, a rather large sword being held on his back by a red strap across his chest. A petite girl followed behind him, her dark blue eyes continuing to look forward. Short black hair came to her shoulders with a strand laying between her nose before curving toward the right side of her face, a sword also hanging on her right hip.

Another woman walked in behind them, her appearance drawing in the gazes of the men as they ogled her. She had short blonde hair that was braided, tan skin, and aqua blue eyes that held a power about her that I've never seen in any woman in Fiore, including Erza. The majority of her face was covered by her jacket that barely covered her chest and exposed her stomach. She had on long white pants that covered most of the black boots she had on with a sword hanging sideways on her back.

The last person to come in was tall and muscular. He was wearing an open white jacket with the sleeves torn off, showing strong arms with hands shoved into his white pants, his wrist grazing against the sword that was hanging on his right side. A large scar stretched across the right side of his chest down to his left hip, barely missing the giant hole that was in the middle of his stomach. How can someone have a giant hole in their stomach and not be dead, I thought as my eyes traveled up to his face. His spiked light blue hair reached the base of his neck with a few strands falling across his face in different places. A large jawbone sat on the left side of his cheek, showing the remains of gums and teeth that should have been there.

As if he knew he was being watched, he turned his head and I was met with piercing blue eyes that seemed to have a calm disposition, but had a dangerous feral glint behind it. I barely registered the small green markings under the corner of his eyes when suddenly, his appearance changed to a familiar dark blonde demon who haunted my dreams. His psychotic yellow eyes staring at me with a wide grin, a glowing yellow hand raising, ready to blow me to pieces.

A cold hand landed on my shoulder breaking me out of the nightmare. I glanced over to see Gray looking at me in concern, questions running through his eyes. I shook my head and gave him a small smile, silently reassuring him that I was alright. He seemed to by it, but slid closer, the coolness from his body freezing the sweat that had formed on me. I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart as the fear I felt slowly faded. As I took one final breath, I felt eyes on me and I looked up to see the blue-haired man staring at me emotionlessly. My breath hitched as an image of Jackal started to appear again and I quickly turned my head away, not able to look at him though I still felt his gaze.

"All right, brats," Master called out from the bar, even though our attention was already on him. "What we are about to tell you must stay within this guild, do you understand?" After receiving several nods, he continued. "To begin, I know some of you remember Edolas, the parallel world to Earthland?" murmurs echoed around the members who remembered, but went silent when Master spoke again. "It seems that Edolas is not the only other world out there. There is one called Soul Society, were souls are sent by Shinigami and live in what could be called the afterlife. This is where I will let our guests will explain the rest," Master said, stepping aside and sitting down, drinking the mug of beer Mira placed in front of him. The white-haired boy nodded and stepped forward.

"For the past several months, our Research and Development squad has been receiving unknown spiritual pressure that seemed to be far away. After some research, the captain had found this world and readings of spiritual pressure that should not belong here. He had a difficult time trying to find the cause due to the magical properties of this world, but soon discovered a certain area that had more than unusual high amounts of energy. He predicted that if there was a large group of people with magical abilities, then there may be a few who would be able to see them and would be in danger. To prevent this, our Captain-Commander ordered us to come here and protect the ones who had the sight while trying to find the source." It was quiet for a few minutes after he finished as everyone's mind mulled over the new information.

"What are these "spiritual pressure's" that you are talking about?" Freed suddenly asked, breaking the silence.

"Spiritual pressure is the amount of power a person has. In a sense, from my understanding of this world so far, would be similar to the amount of magic each of you have," the blond-haired female answered, her aqua blue eyes calmly staring at us.

"What exactly is it we're fighting against?" Gray spoke up. To those who didn't know him, they would assume that his voice was steady, but I could detect a slight quiver in his words and knew exactly what was wrong. We had just fought and won a deadly war that had claimed a price from everyone, and now we had to prepare for another battle with creatures we knew absolutely nothing about? We just can never catch a break, can we? I thought, feeling the burden and pain of my own sacrifice, my hand reaching up toward my neck.

"We are not too sure about that. In our world, there are souls who have either stayed in the Human World for too long or have not crossed over to Soul Society and lose their hearts, both becoming Hollows. These creatures are dangerous and will devour souls or humans to fulfill its hunger. Many Shinigami fight Hollows on a daily basis, but there are times when there are conflicts within Soul Society that leads to a Shinigami's betrayal and a war breaks out. Until we know for sure what we are up against, we will remain here until whatever it is appears," the short black-haired girl explained.

"The Shinigami's have decided to join Fairy Tail for the time being until this problem is solved. So I expect every one of you to welcome them. Now lets celebrate!" the Master shouted, raising his mug. Several shouts followed and the guild turned into its usual rowdy self. It didn't take long before a fight broke out and I quickly made my escape before I got dragged into the middle of it. Having no where to go, I made my way to the bar, my mouth lifting into a small smile as I saw the confused and surprised looks on the Shinigami's faces.

"If you're serious about joining Fairy Tail, you better get used to this because it happens on a regular basis. Several times a day actually," I started to explain as I approached them, ignoring the pain I felt as I remembered that most of the fights were started by a certain pink-haired dragon slayer. "My name is Lucy by the way," I introduced myself, masking the hurt and smiled at them.

"I'm Rukia," the black-haired girl introduced herself first, a small smile on her face as she looked at me. "And this is Ichigo," she pointed to the orange-haired guy beside her.

"Yo," he said, looking back at the fight, an almost eager look in his eyes. My smile faltered a little, remembering seeing that look in Natsu's eyes all the time when he wanted to fight.

"You know, you can join in if you want. They won't mind. In fact, they'll accept anyone into their fights whether you want to or not," I grumbled, thinking of all the times I got dragged into a guild fight. Without anymore prompting, Ichigo immediately jumped into the fray of bodies, already ending up in a fight against Elfman. Rukia sighed and shook her head.

"The idiot will never want to leave now," she said, just as soon as the words left her mouth, the blue-haired man jumped into the middle, punching Gajeel in the face.

"And there goes another idiot," the red-head on the other side of Rukia mumbled before turning to me. "I'm Renji and the idiot that just joined in is Grimmjow," he said, introducing himself and pointing the blue-head that was lost in the fight. The rest introduced themselves with a look of disgust and annoyance on their faces as they watched the fight. Cana had somehow already managed to pull the strawberry blonde beauty, Rangiku, into a drinking contest, both of them still going and getting drunker. The little white-haired boy, Toshiro, was growling in annoyance at her, telling her to lay off the alcohol to which she responded with hiccups and slurred sentences. The last two people, Byakuya and Harribel, were sitting at the end of the bar, talking quietly to Master who was nodding at whatever they were saying.

I sighed as I looked over the rowdy guild that had seemed to return to normal, but I couldn't ignore the feeling in my chest that nothing would ever be the same again. Sighing again, I turned toward Mira, about to order a strawberry milkshake when I felt eyes staring into my back. Slightly turning my head, I found light blue eyes watching me from across the guild. Why the hell does he keep looking at me? I thought starting to feel trapped, and slid off the stool, deciding to head home to escape Grimmjow's penetrating gaze.

Waving goodbye to everyone, I tried to walk normally out of the guild. Taking a deep breath when the door closed behind me, I started to take a step forward when a deep voice called from behind me.

"Where are you going?" I gasped and whirled around, coming face-to-face with the man I wanted to avoid.

"I-I'm heading home," I stuttered out, fear welling up inside me as an image of Jackal took the place of Grimmjow's face. I quickly spun around, averting my gaze and trying to walk away from him. I didn't get far when a large hand wrapped around my wrist, stopping me.

"Y-" was the only sound he made before a loud roar cut him off. We both whipped our heads to the source and my body froze at what was in front of me. A large black bear-like creature stood on all fours, its white face and empty black eyes looking at us, causing me to tremble as fear overtook my body. As if it sensed my fear, the creature let out another roar and raised one of its huge paws then swung it down, razor sharp claws heading straight toward me.