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A/N: Short, I know. If I get 5 reviews, I'll try and make the chapters longer. It's looking quite dramatic, isn't it? Not for looong! XD
"Mira!" The white-haired beauty looked up as the doors flew open, banging against the wall and rebounding to be caught by Elfman as he walked by to prevent the poor man from being crushed. The man looked sheepish, and Elfman gave him a reprimanding look before moving on, the man finding Mira with his eyes and hurrying across the room, Master Makarov moving along the bar to be closer to the woman when the man delivered his news. "The Bonded are here! Coming here!" He said excitedly, his mouth turning up a little into a small grin. Mira and Master Makarov frowned simultaneously, and the man frowned curiously back at them.
"Oh!" Mira exclaimed in surprise, putting down her glass and dishtowel, leaning against the counter excitedly. "You mean The Bonded? The ones that were on the cover of the Sorcerer a few weeks ago? The five kids that just popped out of seemingly nowhere?" The man nodded excitedly as the general murmur of chitchat in the guild quieted somewhat, as if everyone was curious about what was being said. It wasn't usual for a civilian to enter the guild after all.
"The ones that defeated the Suto robber clan without using any magic." The guild fell silent in surprise, and the man looked around him nervously, seeing everyone looking at him. Jiiiiiiii… He laughed nervously. "Well, if you're curious, they're heading this way. They'll be here in a matter of minutes. I just wanted to tell you before they got here." Wordlessly, Master Makarov slipped off of the bar, and everyone watched him as the little Grandpa headed for the giant front door, Mira close behind him, tugging the civilian gently by the arm.
Standing in the doorway, there are five young people you couldn't help but notice. They walked proudly and confidently towards the guild, drawing your eyes to them. They looked like foreigners that belonged wherever they went, and they had the general aura of heroes coming home. A tall ginger fellow with sharp lavender eyes wearing black jeans, a white t-shirt and a navy vest walked to the right of a short-haired blonde woman, her eyes piercingly blue. She wore a long, draping dark red shirt that draped around her hips, with a low neckline and low-hanging arm holes. She wore blue jeans shorts and a black waistcoat hanging freely open. She was barefoot. To her left and slightly behind her, was a man with spiky brunette hair, his thumbs stuck into the pockets of his jeans, a white button-up shirt with the top two buttons undone and the sleeves rolled up, his money-green eyes glinting in the sunlight. To his left and in front of him, stood another woman with dark brown hair and eyes the color of light caught through a green glass. She wore red skinny jeans and a black t-shirt saying: 'Something just exploded. It's on fire. Well, duh.' –written over the image of a flame. She wore black converse, and she kept her eyes on the ground, watching where she was walking. To her left was yet another man, this one with short, soft, raven hair that blew in the breeze, longer in the front than it was in the back. He had soft, blue eyes that looked at the world peacefully, and wore skinny black jeans with a silver studded belt, a black t-shirt that clung to his skinny frame that had flourishing silver designs on it that said: 'A wanderer of the night'. They were indeed heading their way, and Mira's and the blonde girl's eyes connected as they approached, and the former's eyes widened slightly as she saw the wisdom beyond her years in the girl's eyes. Undoubtedly the leader of the group.
"Berk, Hisayo, Doran, Haley and Tetsuya." Mira rattled off their names absent-mindedly as they approached her, starting with the tall stranger with the ginger hair and moving along the line. Makarov tilted his eyes up at her while waiting for the five to close in, the man who had come to tell them having slipped off long ago. "They all have they own unique magic, but they're so close to each other that it has become-"
"-As one." Mira blinked and the blonde with the pixie cut stood in front of her, a smile in her eyes as her lips curled up, the bond between her and her tomo hanging in the air so clearly, you'd have to be an idiot not to see it. It was a superior relationship between five individuals. "You are Mira, aren't you?" She asked gracefully, her voice soft and wise, speaking of ancient forests, and the white-haired beauty could only smile in response, her voice having disappeared. The blonde looked down, and got on one knee to be more on level with the Master as she looked respectfully into his eyes, her tomo bending their knees almost imperceptibly in response to her difference in height. "-and you are Master Makarov of Fairy Tail, aren't you?" The Master kept silent and nodded, eyes looking over the woman in front of him watchfully. The woman bowed her head, and his eyes popped open wide in surprise as her companions simultaneously dropped to their knees and did the same. "I am Hisayo of the Northern Forests of Fiore. My friends are Berk, Doran, Haley and Tetsuya, together we are the Bonded. We would like to join your guild."
Poor Master Makarov could only look on open-mouthed and wide-eyed in surprise.
