NOT EVEN A DAY SINCE I UPLOADED THE FIRST CHAPTER AND I GOT THE SECOND ONE OUT! CH'YEAH BUDDY!
this one took...not too long actually. its the final chapter pre-cannon wise, and it sets up an OC of mine whose character was based off of a certain necromancer...
constructive chritisim is much appreciated. I like to know what im doing wrong thank you very much. what I don't like is that one asshole, you people know which one im talking about here, that just says this story sucks. I like to know why 'this' story sucks if you will. if you have nothing positive to say, and nothing good to add on, then please, by all means...fuck off.
I don't own fairy tail, nor Naruto. fairy tail belongs to a genius who made another manga called rave master. which is a damn good manga if you people are wondering and I completely recommend it for all you peoples out there. Naruto is owned by an idiot in japan by the name of Masashi Kishimoto. the only thing I own is my 3DS, my bag of candy that I stole from some small children, a pop tart, and this story and any original characters I put in. enjoy
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CHAPTER TWO: was that supposed to be the wrong neighborhood? Oh well, its burning now.
A spiky haired gold-blonde-crimson haired eighteen year old man stepped out of the train. The station had very few people in it. Understandable, it was nighttime. The sorts that came out in darkness aren't exactly the ones most people have any interest in running into.
The man was wearing an orange jacket with black flames dancing at the bottom and sleeves of the garment. The boy was wearing simple dark blue jeans with a belt holding it up. Strapped to the left side of the boy's hip was a gun holster that held in it a simple revolver without any bullets. The boy had his hair in two bangs, with the rest of the spiky crimson-gold hair trailing down his back freely. Situated over his shoulder was a simple travel bag. And upon his neck was a headset for musical reasons. On his left hand was an orange mark with a black outline. And finally, the boy walked in a simple set of black combat boots, metal tipped with a hidden blade in the heel.
The young man left the station and walked down the stairs that led to the upraised train station, the tracks going into a mountain connected by suspended train tracks. It was a woodland area, with trees, ponds, and simple houses made of brick and wood. The stars were bright in the sky as the man walked the well-travelled road, the lack of grass the only sign that the road was one meant to be used.
It was a simple journey to the town of Doujah Raze. An unnoticed town if one were to ask for notable places in Fiore. A town of barters, farmers, craftsman, and writers of no fame. It was a place no one would miss. What with its simple buildings that never reached above two stories. It was a town divided into four square sections. Creating a perfect crossroad in the center of the town, where layed a water fountain that was built in honor of the town's founder, and the giver of its name.
The road that the man took was deprived of any activity, save for his own. Eerily silent his journey, although it had little effect on the young man. As the man approached the town, there was a scurry of movement in the shadows of a building, a scampering upon the rooftops, and hushed speaking's in the dark corners of the alleys.
Dauntless, the man continued on. Headless of the approaching danger. There were no lights in the houses and buildings of wood and stone. Not even a burning candle. It was a ghost town in all the sense of the word. Finally, the man had walked far enough to be in the center of the town. The moonlight illuminating the plague at the base of the statue of a man in his twenties and a lumberjack ax that stood in the middle of the fountain. The light reflected off the water, generating a mirror image of the moon in the night sky.
A tapping noise, of that of a boot meeting the dusty ground, was heard from behind the crimson-blonde man. "Now, what would someone like you be doing here? Do you not know the dangers of your situation?" asked. The tone that which it spoke in telled of amusement. Whether or not it was male or female was up to debate, for it sounded like neither.
"How much? How many? twenty? Sixty? A hundred?" the man asked neutrally. The voice he spoke in was cold, and unyielding. A voice that spoke of a mission that must be done.
"Wouldn't you like to know? That is for you to find out. Stay a little longer and I can guarantee that your answer will be one of the interesting varieties." The man never turned to face the strange creature that had spoken. He was too focused on his surroundings to look at the being behind him. He never saw the being melt into the ground as its eyes neve left the man that had its back turned to it. The man didn't see the strange being leave, but it did know that it left. Whether it actually sunk into the ground to escape, or if it went to another plane of existence is up to debate.
The exchange was brief. A simple question was asked in both ends. And neither walked away with a concrete answer. The man's bag that was slung over his shoulder disappeared in a sparkle of light, a sign of requip magic being used, as his hand slipped to grab his revolver. The man took a breath, and calmed his nerves.
And then they came from the houses, from the alleys, and the rooftops. Their skin was a strange sickly grey, with eyes of pitch black sclera and yellow irises, like that of wolves or some other fear-inducing animal of the wild. Many of them had strange deformities. Extra arms, strange spines erupting from their backs, claws and fangs. Monsters they were, but to one who was prepared and ready to combat them, they fell.
The first one came at his back. The man twisted around and grabbed its face before slamming it to the ground, jamming his revolver into its face and pulling the trigger. A round of black flames no larger than a thumb is long and half as wide came out of the firearm. It was enough for a monster like the one screaming in pain upon the ground. It thrashed for a good few seconds before falling silent.
Moments before, the man had turned around and sheathed his revolver. Another of the monstrosities was raging towards him. This one had strange hand like wings jutted from its back at it glided to the man, its claws outstretched in preparation to grab its adversary. It was for not as the man simply dived under it and got up as it landed, lunging for his opponents flesh-wings as its back was to him. The monster tried to turn around, but it was for not.
The man's hands suddenly caught ablaze with inky black flames that seemed to suck in the light of the world around it. The man grabbed the base of the creature's wings, forcing it to kneel on the ground. When it was pressed on the ground, as it screeched in pain, the man ripped its wings from its body, causing the blood of the monster to become the second fountain of the town center.
As the grey skinned monster was flailing on the ground, another of the twelve monsters, the man could see them making a circle around him, went and tried its luck against the man. The two stared at each other, circling the makeshift arena that was created by the pack of strange, yet malicious monsters. If the previous burning villages and numeral amount of bodies was any indication.
The beast lunged, its strange elbow spikes exploding with a strange beam of power, pushing it onward faster than the man thought it would. But it did not matter, the man simply caught the punch aimed at its head, twisted his body, and pulled the monster over him and slammed him into the earth. Spider web cracks erupted from the impact as a glob of blood escaped from the humanoid monsters mouth.
As the monster pulled itself up, it was hit with a leg emblazed with black flames at it was on its knees, hitting it dead center in its chest cavity. The monster caught flame and roared as its flesh burned in the undying flames of the abyss. The infernal pain being too much for it a sit landed in the base of the water fountain. Dead from the inferno flame enhanced kick to the chest that crushed in its ribcage, a stray bone impaling its heart.
Two more lunged at the man. It was for naught as a strange golden ribcage materialized around the man, along with the ribcage, two giant skeletal arms also manifested, and the hands catched the monsters as they were in the air. The hands then increased the pressure of their hold, squeezing the life out of the monsters they had caught.
The remaining nine seemed hesitant to attack the blonde and crimson man. No doubt from the ruthlessness and efficiency of how he took down their fellows unnerving them. A boom resounded throughout the town as one of the monsters chest exploded. A magic sniper round shot clean through the chest. Not something a monster like them could survive.
The remaining eight simply looked at the man in bewilderment, before charging all at once. Not expecting the sudden zerg rush from his opponents, the man activated the golden ribcage on reflex. And it was an excellent move in hindsight, as thirteen more of the grey skinned monsters jumped out from behind the fountain in an attempt to kill the man in one fell swoop. It failed due to how the golden ribcage protected him from all of the monsters brute force attacks.
Two more booms echoed around the deserted town. Two more fell dead. The monsters seemed to realize that the man had not come alone, that or he had an ally out there that decided to side with him. The man seemed to tire of going against the monsters with brute force alone. Using his magic, he created two swords in his hands made from black flames. Although the blade part seemed to glow gold, the entire sword seemed to be outlined in the black flames.
One of the brutes tried to perform a double-ax handle on the golden ribcage. Amused, the man let the monster land the hit. His eyes widened in surprise when the force of the blow managed to crack his powerful shield. Deciding to take things seriously, the man sprang into action. Bending low, he impaled the offending monster through the skull with the blade in his left hand, before turning around and slicing off the arm of another one with the sword in his right hand. This monster in particular had that strange cannon-elbow thing another of its fellows had.
Not anymore though, the moment the monster was set ablaze in the black flames it was already dead. Anything with a tainted soul was consumed in those flames. As the now-amputated monster was thrashing in agony, the man turned around and performed a cross slash into the chest of yet another monster that tried to attack his back. It too died in the infernal flames of the abyss.
Five more booms reverberated off the walls of the town buildings. Five more dead. All killed by the same thing, a sniper shot through the chest cavity.
And such the battle continued. As more and more monsters came and tried to take down one man, wreathed in the aura of a golden warrior, burning all in black flames that would never die out.
By dawn, the entire village was burning. Not because the wood caught on fire. But because of all the corpses, both monster and innocents slaughtered by the monsters. There were too many to bury. So they burned them all.
Fairy tail, a guild of family, of adventure. A place for anyone willing to join, as long as they accepted the core ideals of the guild. But to any lonely child out there, they would find that the core beliefs of the guild are things that they sought.
To cherish comrades, to protect your family members, to have varies adventures with said family, to live life to its fullest, to get completely and utterly shitfaced.
Which was what was going on right now.
Naruto and his team, which consisted of him, the sharpshooting Alzack, and the former, outlaw Bisca. Alzack was a man with long black hair. He wore a brown poncho thing over a red button up shirt and brown cowboy pants. He walked in brown cowboy boots with spurs and had two pistols and a riffle strapped to his sides and back respectively, he was a practitioner of equip magic: GUN. Bisca was a woman with long green hair, brown eyes, circle earrings, a dark blue battle dress…thing, and brown cowboy boots. She used requip magic to store her guns in her own personal pocket dimension.
These three were the reason for everyone getting shitfaced. In the guildhall, the three of them were sitting at a table, people surrounding them on all sides, encouraging them to consume alcohol with a chorus of "Drink! Drink! Drink! Drink!" with Cana, a card magic user who wore sandals, black pants and a bikini top and left her long brown hair falling down her back, leading them in their effort to celebrate.
The three of them, team Boom-lay as they called themselves, had just completed their first S-rank guild request. It was the first time any of them went on an S-rank seeing as Naruto had just been promoted not five months ago. But trained so at to be ready for the first S-rank assignment that they would ever take.
It took two months of tracking down an ever moving band of strange monsters, and an entire night of fighting, but they did it. And only one of them had exhausted his magic. Probably because he was the one doing most of the fighting. The good old 'one giant threatening target to draw them all out while his teammates sniped off the rest from a distance' strategy.
While the monsters didn't seem to have any intelligence besides 'me attack thing in front of me'. But they more than made of for their stupidity with sheer numbers and brute strength. Even after years of practicing with Susano'o he still couldn't get it past manifesting the ribcage and the skeletal arms. So he improvised. He combined his two magic's. So now he had giant ethereal skeletal arms swinging around giant swords made from black flames. It was magic consuming but it was good exorcise in increasing his reserves. He called it infernal Susano'o, a technique were he envelopes the ribcage and the skeletal arms in black flames, increasing the power and defensive capabilities of the Susano'o.
He tried using it against Erza. She just equipped a flame resistant armor and plowed through. Fastest ass kicking he ever had. Although that was five months ago…if he had taken those weird grey things back when he had just became an S-rank mage then he would have been killed back there.
"And then one of them fricking things tries to sneak up on him again, ya know what he does? He suplexed the yellow eyed bugger! RKO'ed the guy!"
There was Alzack narrating the epic tale of three fairy tail mages against an army of grey skinned monsters. It wasn't really that epic was it? I mean, sure it was slow in the beginning, but then they kept coming and coming in waves and waves. After a while, it all just blended in. now that he thought about it, mashed together, it didn't seem to take that long.
"And then, BAM! Nailed five of them at the same time with one shot! It was like I got a strike and won something!"
And now the guy was standing on the table acting it out. Dude has got to be really drunk to be doing that. Normally Alzack is a reserved kind of guy. Oh wait, Now Bisca's getting in on it.
Taking in all the laughs his fellow guild mates were having, the beer going around, and the all-around fun atmosphere of the place, it would seem like paradise. But to Naruto it was missing one thing…
"Hey guys, where's Mira?" asked the crimson blonde with a smile on his face, whether it be from the alcohol or just his around cheerful disposition no one could guess.
Wakaba, who was having a poker game with Macao and Reedus, looked up from his spot before setting his eyes (which were still closed by the way. He has brock vision) on the smiling form of Naruto. Chuckling at the fact that the guy always seemed to be happy, he answered him, "She left a little while ago, something about having to drag the master away from the bookstore…"
The eighteen-year old nodded his head, accepting that answer. Over the years, his bipolar problem had improved, but every now and then it did resurface. And when it did nobody could hold out against those eyes of his. Not unless they were a stone cold bastard that killed puppies every time he smiled.
Just then, a small being pooped out of Naruto's pockets. The being was draconian in nature. Interestingly enough it was a skeleton. The humanoid being was small; its legs looked were nothing but bones with strange designs on the white color. Its feet were hooves that were curved to look akin to that of a crescent moon crossed with a semi-circle. Its upper body was also skeletal in structure. Its ribs held inside them a ghostly black flame, sprouted from its back were two skeletal wings its head was shaped in that of a dragons, its eyes glowed with a ghostly purple flame, it had two curved horns protruding from its head, its shoulders were fashioned like that of a Samurai's armor and its skeletal arms ended in five digit claws. And the entire creature was enshrouded in a black Aura that seemed to give off an eerie light. Not an ounce of flesh upon this beings body.
"Sinclair!" exclaimed the crimson-blonde, surprised by the creatures appearance, "Where the hell were you during the mission!? We could have used your help back there!" shouted the blonde, bringing attention to the strange miniature creature.
"Eh? I thought you guys had it covered." The being, now established as Sinclair, shrugged its pointed shoulders.
Sinclair was an odd being. It was the result of Naruto's black flames crossed with his Susano'o in an attempt to destroy a strange magic relic that created a ghostly abomination of Zeref's. after the dust cleared, Sinclair was all that remained. And rather than attacking Naruto, he decided that things would be much more interesting following him around. Since then he and Naruto had become the closest of partners, it was a relationship akin to that Natsu and happy.
Naruto simply stared at the ethereal mini-monster floating in front of his eyes before simply sighing and waving him off. "Yeah yeah, go and drink your damn chocolate milk." He said gruffly to the floating ghost thing.
Said ghost thing simply narrowed its purple flame eyes at the crimson blonde, it was about to rant off about how chocolate milk was the drink of the gods but he stopped because of one simple reason.
The crimson-blonde haired boy pulled out a book of his and began to read.
Knowing how his partner got when he read a book, Sinclair went off over to the counter and aksed the stand in waitress for a glass of his favorite drink. Like all strange people that are increadibly powerful, Sinclair had a favorite food/drink that he believed to be a gift from the heavens. For Naruto it was Ramen, for Erza scarlet, it was cake. For Sinclair, it was chocolate milk. Although Sinclair was only really strong when he worked in tandem with Naruto's magic. But that is a sight for another time.
It would be a little while later that he would be poked around the shoulder area. Curious as to who would distract him from his book he glanced up, and was pleasantly surprised to see the smiling face of Mirajane looking at him as she held a mop in her hands.
"Heya Mira! Was wondering when you would get back!" he cheered at her as he pocketed his book.
Mirajane Straus is a beautiful woman with long white hair that went down her neck and back, she wears a sleeveless, ankle-length maroon dress with a pleated skirt. The chest area of the dress is adorned by a large, pink bow, and similarly colored trimmings frame the rather ample neckline, acting as straps, and circle around the waist. She also wears high-heeled shoes that match her dress, and accessorizes with a small chain necklace with a blue oval gem attached to it, and a bracelet made of white flowers circling her right wrist. Her fairy tail guild mark is white and located on her left thigh.
Yes the paring is NarutoxMirajane. That's why I described her in detail and totally didn't just copy and paste some crap from the wiki.
She giggled at him. "Naruto…everyone in the guild is gone. It's just you and me in here. Well, just us besides Sinclair over there on the counter, but he's past out." She stood up from her kneeling position and pointed exaggeratingly across the room.
The young man's eyes lit up like Christmas lights as he bolted from his seat and took a look around. Sure enough there were broken bottles and dirty plats strewn about the entire guildhall with only them in it. "Ah damnit! I lost track of time again! Why didn't anyone tell me that the guildhall was empty!" he yelled as he pulled out his hair in frustration.
You see, when Naruto gets interested in something, it's like he goes into a whole state of 'Hyper-Focus' and shuts out the entire world. Many people in the guild had taken to calling it his 'serious mode' for how unflappable he became when he focused on something. It is like his entire goes through a 180. Instead of a happy cheerful person, he is replaced with a focused, cold, and collected individual.
He only gets like that when something REALLY interests him, or someone does something big enough to piss him off. The grey skinned monster that team Boom-lay chased for a good two months is proof of that.
Seeing him act out, Mirajane decided that she had better stop him, lest he rip out all of his hair again. "Hey Naruto, while you're here could you help me out with the cleaning?" she asked sweetly. Add in a bit more sweetness and it would have been the scary kind. But then again, Mirajane tends to walk the fine line of that kind of sweet.
The boy Immedianlty stopped trying to physically shave his head and flipped around to give Mirajane a smile and a thumbs up. "You got it Mira! I'm always ready to help!"
The white haired beauty couldn't help but sweatdrop at how fast the man three years her junior could flip personalities. From frustration to cheerfulness, does the guy even know the meaning of mood whiplash?
"Well, to start you could help by sweeping the floors for all the broken glass and plates" she said with a thoughtful expression on her face and a finger on her chin.
Naruto disappeared into the back room of the guild in an instant, leaving behind a trail of dust, and popped back into existence in the guildhall sweeping the floor like a madman. Mirajane simply stared at the sight with a blank face. And then broke out into giggles. Curious, Naruto stopped sweeping beneath table number 12 and looked at the guilds poster girl.
"What?" he asked in confusion, with his whisker marks increasing the cute factor of his face in the eyes of many-a-woman.
Mirajane stopped and looked back to him, "It's just that you always put so much effort into the simplest of things Naruto. Not many would work as hard as you do…"
Naruto's eyes lit up in surprise. "Eh? Really? I just wanted to help you with and make things easier for you." he explained without thinking.
Mirajane went behind the bar to get a bowl to fill with water to begin scrubbing the tables with. "And why do you want to help me?" she asked. As she bent down to a cupboard bellow the counter to grab a bowl to fill with water.
Contrary to what most people believe, Mirajane was not one of the early risers of the guild. She normally went to sleep around two in the morning. Three or four if she had no one to help her with cleaning the guild. No one knows how she could work so hard with so little help and rest.
Naruto went back to sweeping. "Well it's because you're so beautiful, kind, and hardworking! I mean, anyone would help a pretty face but you're so nice that I can't help but want to help you!" he cheered out to her.
There was a yelp and a thump over by the bar area, making Naruto turn around and stare curiously at the spot behind the bar were Mirajane was supposed to be. "Hey Mira, are you alright!?" he shouted out in concern from where he was, two tables away from the counter.
Mirajane rose from behind the counter with a slight blush on her face and a bowl and a silver bowl in her hands. "I'm fine! I'm fine! Don't worry about me!" she yelped out.
Naruto looked at her oddly. "You sure? I mean your face is kinda red…" he was now suddenly in her face, looking at her with a scrutinizing gaze.
She pushed him away, "I said I'm fine!" she yelled out. Naruto was unconvinced. "You sure? I mean, your face got a whole lot more red…you sure you don't have a fever or something?" he asked in genuine concern.
"Just go back to sweeping already!" she snapped back at him. Startled by the normally sweet Mirajane biting back at him, he briefly had a flashback to when she was still in her punk goth phase. And promplty went back to work.
Sinclair, who had woken up and was watching with rapt attention, simply sighed dramatically from his spot on the bar next to an empty glass of chocolate milk. "Ah, young love…"
"Shut it you." snipped Mirajane.
Sinclair simply snickered at her. "Really know how to choose them huh? Going for quite possibly the densest person in Fiore are we?" he sarcasted to her.
She layered a flat stare at him. "You're enjoying this aren't you? Me trying to gain his attention and his affections?"
The floating skeleton smiled at her in a playful manner. "More than you could ever imagine in that pretty little head of yours."
Mirajane's facial expression didn't change one bit. "Your horrible." She deadpanned.
The ghostly creature smirked and gave her a mocking bow. "I aim to please."
And then Naruto bowled on over. "Hey Mira! I just finished sweeping! What's next cuz I got energy to spare!" he asked her enthusiastically while running in place.
Mirajane had to repress a sigh. Why must he be so damn nice? So bloody helpful? And so damn cute with those whisker marks of his? "See that pile of dirty dishes over there?" she pointed to a nice, filthy pile of stacked dishes. Well multiple piles. Because there was like eighty of them.
"Those ones right? Got it! There's nothing to worry about when Naruto Drayer is on the job!" and so he went into his assigned job of dish duty with gusto. Although he seemed to be taking his time with this one. Eventually Mirajane joined him and decided to have a conversation.
"So you got back from your first S-rank mission today. How was it?" she asked, genuinely curious.
Naruto flinched for a second in remembrance of how they followed that pack of monsters. "It was…tough."
Mirajane raised an eyebrow as she started on her second stack. "How bad was it?"
Again, Naruto flinched. "It wasn't the fighting that was tough…it was following the pack of monsters that was."
Mirajane stopped for a second, looking at Naruto with widened eyes. "You went on monster pack extermination? For two months?"
Naruto nodded dumbly. Mirajane had to reign in her urge to demand details. But she asked nonetheless, "How bad was it?"
Naruto began to clean the dishes with increased strength. "Eight towns ransacked and destroyed. When we got to Doujah Raze we showed them no mercy. Hell, I scared myself out there when we confronted all those grey skinned bastards…but I don't regret them."
Mirajane agreed on the whole 'no mercy' thing about the monsters judgement. But one thing caught her up. "Grey skinned? No monster with grey skin comes to mind…" she mumbled. Although Naruto heard it.
"They were weird. Yellow eyes and black sclera. Humanoid, but with a crapton of mutations. Some had weird cannons for elbows, hand wings, horns and tails, and a lot of them had weird spike things protruding in multiple places." He surmised as he started his fifth stack of plates.
Mirajane quirked an eyebrow as she scrubbed a plate. "Never heard of a monster like that." She said. Naruto chuckled.
"That's what the magic council said. It's a new monster now. They don't have a name for them but they think that they're the result of someone experimenting with Zeref's artifacts." He explained offhandly.
Mirajane hummed in thought, accepting that as a plausible explanation. There was a silence as the two of them worked about to clean the dishes. That is until the silence was interrupted by sudden music. It was a symphony work, the kind played at large parties by rich folks. Both mages turned their heads toward the source of the music. It was Sinclair sitting on a record player with a smirk on his bony face as he waved to them.
Mirajane sighed and was about to reprimand Sinclair, but Naruto stopped her. "Hey Mira, do you dance?"
The white haired poster girl beauty sputtered for a bit. "W-what? Why do you need to know?"
The male shrugged. "Meh, just feel like dancing. It's the atmosphere." He explained. "Whenever I get in the mood I always dance, you remember when I suddenly used to do that back when I was fifteen right?"
Mirajane nodded. She did remember when he did that. It's what gave him the nickname he had among the guild: Spontaneous. He was called so because he would do things without thinking about neither the consequences nor the reasons for why he should do so.
Mirajane decided that she would answer him, "Well I had to learn how to dance for a client for this one job…but it was a two person dance." She answered with a smile on her lips.
Naruto's eyes bugged out. "You know how to dance with a partner!? I've always danced by myself! Can you show me how to dance with another person? Please! Pleasepleasepleaseplease!" he begged her. Literally, he got on his hands and knees and begged her.
Yet another mood whiplash. From serious and somber to happy and excited…well at least it makes things interesting. Thought Sinclair dryly.
Mirajane giggled at his enthusiasm to learn how to dance. "Well first we need to clear some room, can't exactly dance together if the space is cramped by tables now can we?"
Quicker than you could say 'shipping', Naruto cleared the way, leaving a respectable amount if room left. As Mirajane walked him through the steps, the boy followed her around like an overexcited lost puppy.
All the while Sinclair sat through, amused by the dancing two. "Naruto Drayer, the son of a Shinobi and a Kunoichi, and a practitioner of magic…your life is truly an interesting one partner."
Flicker.
Crackle.
Crinkle.
Fwoosh.
The sound of burning candles and stirring paper resounded in the room. It was a quaint place. Then again, it was an office. An important one at that. Adorned on the walls ere pictures of figures of days past. Great figures, kind people, great people all of them. Soldiers they were, leaders they were, and hero's is what they were. But that is to the people they belong to. To the enemies of their people they were nothing but villains and terrors that were told by mothers to make their children behave.
Illuminated by candle light, a desk was revealed. It was a simple desk, made of wood and painted brown and blue. Atop it were pictures of family and friends. Of children, of comrades from the days of old. However, away from all those pictures, in a frame of gold, was a picture of a woman. She had beautiful red hair, and the brightest smile you could find in this dreary world of cruelty.
But that is not the focus of the image. That right belongs to the crystal ball that sat upon the middle of the desk. The ball was of the truest shade of violet, and multiple symbols and inky black letters of a language known, but not used, snaked across the crystal ball. Seals, the ink black symbols were called. Supposedly could do anything if you knew how to use them, as well as understand the language of sealing.
Gazing upon the crystal ball was a man. A powerful man. He had seen the horrors of war and come out with experience, but still hopeful of the world. The trials of war had not shaken his belief in the possibility of world peace. He was a charismatic man. A man that many would gladly follow, and just as many would gladly murder him for being who he is. And if it would bring about the peace he so sought, he would gladly lay his life down for another to take.
The man sat in his chair, his full concentration on the crystal ball before him. Sweat dropped from his brow as he stared into the darkness of the ball before him. He sat there like that for minutes. Soon those minutes turned to hours. And for hours he sat. He would not give up, not when he was close to his objective. Were others would give up and lay there, the man would strive on.
After so long, so much time wasted, the inky blackness at the center of the ball cleared away. And slowly, but surely, and image appeared in the crystal ball. The door to the office room, facing opposite of the desk, opened. In walked the redheaded women from the photo on the desk. She was about to reprimand the man for staying for long in the office, but her complaints died in her through when she saw the symbols floating off from the crystal ball.
Enraptured, the women leaned over to get a better view. The inky blackness at the center of the crystal ball had become colors. It was not individual colors, but all of them. A veritable whirlpool of emotion. Blues, greens, reds, any and all color swirled in the crystal ball. It was a Maelstrom of a rainbow. Light, dark, the hues and tints changed constantly. The woman was confused as to how such a thing worked. But still, she was captivated.
The colors then began to meld, forming symbols in the crystal ball. And then the symbols of all designed and colors merged upon each other. Hundreds upon thousands became one thing. This process was repeated again and again. Until, slowly but surely, the compounded symbols became shapes. Soon shapes became an image. Finally, a scene of sorts played within the center of the crystal ball.
It was an image of a beautiful women with white hair and a voluptuous figure was performing a dance with a man. The man had crimson and blonde hair and was smiling. The woman was smiling as well. It was a scene like that out of a movie, were the handsome hero man danced with the princess of the kingdom. The man and the women watched the two dance in the crystal ball. They watched as the two stopped and parted. They watched as the two of them worked together to clean the tables in the room. They watched as the two of them left the hall that they danced in. they watched as the man escorted the white-haired women home. They watched as the beauty kissed the man on the cheek. They watched as the a strange skeletal creature laughed at the flustered looks on the man's face, and finally, they watched as the man walked back to the building he and the woman danced in and collapse on one of the tables and fall asleep.
When the man fell asleep the image in the crystal ball became that of a swirling and inky mass of symbols and darkness once again. It was the woman who spoke up after watching the scene in the crystal ball. A mixture of emotions on the woman's face. Ranging from happiness, excitement, relief, and…satisfaction?
"Did you see the symbol on his hand?"
The man was silent. His face a contortion of relief, joy, and concentration. What should he do? He got what he wanted to see, but it opened a whole new can of worms. The man knew what the symbol meant; it was a symbol of loyalty. The man in the crystal ball belonged to a guild. A mage guild to be precise. "I saw it. But what am I supposed to do?" he asked the woman. Desperation clear in his voice as he relaxed into his chair. The hours and hours of his ordeal having taken its toll on him.
The woman snorted. The answer obvious to her, after all, it's always the simple answers that complete the most complicated of questions. "Take a vacation. Have the old man take your place or something." Confident in her choice, the woman didn't notice the man slap his face with his right hand.
"I can't do that. I'm needed here too much. And it can take weeks to months to reach him." He answered. Finality bleeding through his presence. It was true, he couldn't leave his home, if he did so his homes enemies would flood through, taking the vengeance they desired against his village. It was him, the woman before him, and his youngest son and older daughter that were keeping the enemies of his home away from it.
"Then why not send your old teacher there or something? Have him make a reinforced copy take care of his duty or something." She retorted. Annoyance pestering her at this point of the conversation.
The man blinked once, and then twice, before he cracked a smile. "Kushina…that's an excellent idea. And as his kage, his can't deny an order straight from me…and we can communicate via toad summon. It's an excellent idea Hime." He told her, a smile of happiness on his face as he got out of his chair and embraced the woman, now named Kushina.
The woman returned the gesture of affection by kissing him on the lips. "Of course it's a good idea, its one straight from me! And soon…he'll be here." The woman breathed into his ear.
The man had a content smile on his face. "Your right…but who was the woman that danced with him?" he asked her. Curious as to what the man in the crystal ball had been through. His question, however, made the woman look at the man she had her arms wrapped around with a face that asked him as if he had really asked that question.
"You are really dense you know that? I just hope that our boy hasn't had that passed down to him by you…" she deadpanned to the man.
The man in return, sighed and looked at the crystal ball with a wistful smile. "Your right…our son Naruto…what has he been up to?" he seemingly asked the air around the two of them. A smile on his face at the future so come.
The two of them stayed like that for a good while. Talking amongst the two of them, snuggling affections and just enjoying the others presence. This went on for a good while until the two of them left the office and retired to the bedroom the two shared.
It would be the very next day that a certain blonde celestial spirit wizard would come to the legandary mage guild fairy tail. And bring with her the winds of change that would affect the whole of the elemental nations in conjunctions with the kingdom of Fiore.
And so the tale of the guild known as Fairy tail begin, and at the center of it all would stand a man wreathed in black flames and protected by a golden Warrior. Let the winds of change blow across the world! Because soon…the world will be a different place.
Anyone who can geuss who I based Sinclairs character off of and were the town name Doujah Raze came from gets like twenty chainsaw points.
the reason Naruto didn't whip out his magic spells (like Torment of the howling ghost) is because he knew that the battle was going to be an endurance round. so he adopted a more energy saving battle style to compliment that fact.
AND THATS ALL SHE WROTE!
CUE THE AIRHORNS!
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