I do not own Fairy Tail. Enjoy!
"Stop squirming already, this was your fault anyway."
Natsu flinched as Lucy put another bandage on his open wound. "How was I supposed to know he had a weapon?"
"You look." The blonde gritted through clenched teeth. The dragon slayer had also managed to destroy half a factory, making their award money become useless as it went to repair cost.
"I think Natsu did well." Happy spoke up.
"Yes, but you're a cat. Your decisions don't weigh much." Happy pouted at Lucy's words.
"Regardless, at least the mission was a success." The scarlet wizard spoke up.
"Some success," Lucy murmured, "there goes my rent."
A figure stumbled through the thick vegetation. Branches and thorns whipped at his unprotected skin as he moved onward. Though his memory still was missing from his blank mind, he had enough sense to know to look for civilization for help. With any luck someone wherever he was headed would recognize him.
Pushing past the branches in front of him a small house started to become visible past the green. Hope started to bloom within him at the thought of someone there being able to help him. He made his way to the home when a surprised yelp met his ears. Quickly turning around he spotted an elderly woman shielding her eyes from him.
The figure stood there for a moment, confused on why the woman reacted the way she did. Realization hit him as he looked down at his naked form.
"Back already?"
Mira looked at the group now coming in through the guild doors. Lucy nodded. "Natsu wrecked everything, we got kicked out after we finished." The white haired bartender laughed at that. That was just like the dragon slayer. Makarov felt his heart plummet. A letter from the council would no doubt soon arrive about this.
"They had it coming, right Natsu-nii" Romeo decalred.
The pink haired mage grinned. "Yep, there's no way I would let anyone get away with something."
Lucy dropped her head on the bar counter in defeat. There was no getting throught that head of his. The scarlet watched as her friends bickered. "Honestly, have you ever not gone overboard?" Lucy mumbled something about Erza being at fault too.
Makarov chuckled at his children. Something told him he was about to be sent a large amount of letters from the council regarding the actions of the guild.
"This looks about your size." The old woman tossed the young man another piece of clothing. He mumbled a thank you and put the shirt over his bare shoulders. The woman had been kind enough to clothe him, though he felt like he didn't usually wear clothes. "Now, what you doin' here, sonny?"
The teen shrugged. "I'm not sure. I don't even know where 'here' is."
The old woman snorted in annoyance. "What do you know?"
"Nothing." The old lady sighed in vexation. "I was hoping there would be someone in a town who knew who I was."
"You don't know anything?"
"No."
"Well you know how to talk."
The figure didn't reply. He did retain a basic knowledge, though of little importance. "Is there a town near here?"
The old lady nodded. "Some miles that way." She pointed in a direction. "Now tell me, son. Who are you?"
"I honestly don't know."
"I'm not talking about your name." The old lady approached him. "I know a thing or two about magic, and I sense a great deal coming from. Furthermore, if you didn't do something important you wouldn't have been left alone with no memories. Now," the old lady glared at him, "who are you working for?"
"Working for?"
"You expect people to believe you lost your memories and all you were guilty of were picking daisies?"
"I'm sorry, I really don't know."
The old lady snorted again. "Either way, I suggest you wonder around. Maybe someone will recognize you, though you may not want people to."
"Before I go, could you please tell me where I am."
…
The old lady had kicked him out. Her kindness had gone a little further, giving the stranger money for a train ticket. He now made his way through a crowd of people, asking a few if he looked familiar. No luck of finding out his identity surfaced, he remained unnamed.
His hopes of finding help here were dwindling down to nothing. He stood in front of a train board with a world map on it. Having no luck here, he was trying to see if country names brought back memories.
"Can I help you?"
The teen turned around to see a train station worker looking at him. "I'm not sure. Could you tell me how much a train ticket would cost to get here." He pointed to a country on the map.
The worker frowned at that. "Isvan? We don't get many people going in that direction." The questioning figure nodded in understanding, he wasn't sure, but something about the name seemed familiar. "Quite a bit, about two thousand."
He felt his heart drop to his stomach. "Is there any way I could work for a ticket?"
…
"Name?"
"Don't have one."
The train conductor gave him a vexed look. "What do you mean no name?"
"I don't know my name."
The conductor sighed in annoyance. "So you're telling me, you want to work on the train till it arrives in Isvan to pay for your ticket, but you don't have any sort of résumé, qualifications, or a name?!"
"Aw come on, have a heart." The head engineer called over. "Let the kid on, he can shovel coal in the engine for me."
The conductor shot the engineer a dirty look for suggesting that. "He won't even tell us his name. What went off in your head to make you think we should let him on?"
The engineer shrugged. "He looks like a good kid, besides, my last helper just quit, he can be the replacement."
The conductor mumbled something rather rude under his breath. "Fine, but he's your problem."
The engineer held his hand out and pulled the teen onto the train cart. "You really don't have a name, or do you just want to get under the conductor's skin."
"I really don't have a name."
The engineer grumbled something about that. "Well it's unfit for me to be calling you 'boy' or 'you,' so what you want to go by?"
"I don't know any names to go by."
"In that case, I'll call you by where you want to go. Welcome aboard, Isvan."
Erza stared in horror at the lying mass on the guild floor. A mixture of pure hatred, rage, and depression enveloped her. "NATSU! YOU"RE GOING TO PAY FOR THIS!" The scarlet sent a high kick ti the middle of the dragon slayer's chest.
Natsu reeled back from the force and sent a flaming push at the scarlet. Erza met him with a drawn sword. "Those who commit such crimes shall suffer my wrath!"
Wendy and Lucy hid behind the bar as the guild started another of one of their famous brawls. Happy squeezed between the two, not wanting to become subject of Erza's blind rage. "Luuuuucy," Happy sniveled. "Erza's going to kill Natsu."
The blonde sighed. "Well, he shouldn't have made her drop her cake."
"Start shoveling again." Isvan got back up from the broken train part h was working on and grabbed a shovel. The engineer seemed nice enough, though working on a train had proven tiring work. The anticipation of someone waiting for him when he arrived at his destination was his motivation.
Whatever awaited him in the snowy, cold, northern country was his ticket to uncovering his past.