Mission 02: A demon in a place full of fairies

While Dante and Elza wandered through the thickets of the forest, back to civilization the half-demon told her about the events that happened to him in the last hours. Regardless, that his life story is anyway hard to believe, he told her the events in Temen-ni-gru tower and that he is a half demon who himself hunts demons. But the strangest thing was, she actually believed him.

"I see," Elza said, "So that's why you fight with your brother in the forest."

"Uh ... yeah," he pointed to the horizon where some buildings made visible, "is that Magnolia?"

"Exactly," Elza replied, "in this city is also my guild if you want you can talk to our master. He could help you if you don´t know where to go now."

The half-demon looked at the city from which now came nearer and nearer. "Sounds like a plan."

A few minutes later, the two were in the middle of the city, for Dante it was like a medieval theme park, but the people were all wearing more or less modern clothes. They arrived at a clothing store at which Dante stopped. He took his wallet out of his back pocket and looked at how much money he had there. Elza noticed that he stopped in front of the store.

"What's going on?" She asked him.

Dante looked pityingly over to her. "I quickly wanted to buy something to wear, you know to make a good first impression but I don´t have much cash."

"And what's that," asked Elza as they showed on Dante's hand in which he held the money.

"Lousy hundred Yen," Dante sighed.

"Yen? What is that? "Elza crossed her arms.

Dante should have known; another world other means of payment.

"Can you lend me something?" reply Dante her question with another question.

"I think so but can you hurry? I'm pretty tired of my mission. "

"Well, yeah, I just grab me some t-shirt and then we can go."

Dante took a T-shirt with red front, black sleeves and a black. Although he didn´t knew the currency in this world but Elza said it was quite cheap. He had put his old leather coat in a bag from the store. He does not know whether to repair the rag or it would be cheaper to just get a new one but some good memories were associated with it so he kept it for now. He had his two pistols still in the holders of his coat but Dante had removed it and placed around the hips, which is neither particularly cool nor handy but it was always better than the putting it in his pants.

They walked all the way across the city until they were on a hill just outside. On the hill stood a wooden somewhat rustic-looking building, about the size of a two story house. Above the entrance was Fairy Tail written in large letters. The slight smell of alcohol was in the air as the two teenagers walked towards the entrance, you could hear battle cries from the inner and Dante could not help but grin. That'll be a good time.

Elza opened the gate and when they went in there was audibly silent, although here and there somebody was still fighting, some did not even notice they presence or tried to ignore it at least but one thing was clear:

All women in the guild looked at the handsome man with the long snow white hair.

The guild looks internally very similar to a bar. At the very front, there was a counter in front of which a few bar stools were standing and in on the grade-spaced wooden tables sat the strangest people. The tables were richly covered with all sorts of dishes, as he stares on the food Dante remembered he was hungry for quite some time.

Both Dante and Elza went to the braid, where many people were whispering about the new arrivals. Dante was accustomed to people talking behind his back about him, be it because his unusual hair color, or because of his special appearance but here there were people hear who were even worse. For example, he saw a boy with pink hair who beat up with a guy who was wearing nothing more than his boxer shorts, above them flew what looked like a blue cat with wings. At last he was once not the biggest freak in the room. Elza welcomed a waitress with the same hair color as Dante.

"Is the Master hear?"

"Welcome back Elza," replied the white-haired waitress, "yes, he is up. Wait I get him for you."

She was about to go when Elza stooped her. "Wait Mirajane, I'll do it. I need to discuss something with him first."

The woman apparently called Mirajane glanced over at Dante and then back to Elza.

"Has your friend something to do with it?"

Elza nodded. "Yes, he could use the help of our guild", then she looked over at Dante, "wait here, I tell the master your situation first."

Dante saluted casually, with two fingers and one hand in his pocket. "Aye, Aye Miss Scarlett", he grabbed a chair, placed it in front of the braid sat down on it and put your feet up, "I'll wait here for you."

Elza drew her eyebrows together; she did not know whether he was just not shy or impudent but whatever he needed the help of their guild so she went up the stairs to their master to report of the events.

At first, no one dared to speak the new but then they heard the whine of a mighty monster. They did not know where it was but it had to be located in the nearby.

Dante smiled a little embarrassed as he turned to the white-haired waitress.

"Sorry, Mirajane was it right? Can I maybe get something to eat? "

Mirajane giggled slightly as she nodded. "Of course, but what was your name again?"

The half-demon made his coolest grin as he replied in a cool tone: "Redgrave, Dante Redgrave."

"Okay, Dante Redgrave," chuckled Mirajane, "what would you like?"

"The biggest pizza you have!"

"And what on it?"

"It don't matter, as long as there are no olives."

With a nod, she disappeared into what Dante assumed to be the kitchen.

Dante wondered what he should do now, and how this guild could help him. To be honest he would not mind to stay in this world. For some time he lived so that he had nothing on which he hung. It began with the demons attack ten years ago in which his mother died and separated him from his brother. Although neither the corpse of him or his brother where fond, they were labeled as dead, so Dante had no papers and he has also never bothered to correct this error because it is quite coopered with his career as an allrounder to not have an identity. Usually allrounder where the lowest layer of criminal scum and took every dirty job they can get but that was not really Dante´s style, who don´t listen to anything or anyone. Almost arrogant he rejected ever mission which not fit into his manner, and the one he take one he made in his special way. Dante called it stylish but others might see it as damage to property. Soon other allrounder attended to his example and soon all these mercenaries pick they jobs themselves. Except for some volatile acquaintances from bars however, not many people even know Dante's name, neither his employers nor the mercenaries with whom he has worked day in and day out together before Dante has bought a shop and started his own business. So no one would remember him for a long time and if they do they would assume that Dante would have overestimated himself at the rise of the Temen-ni-gru tower, and the demon army was too much for him.

On closer thought he had no reason to go back again.

Dante's thoughts were interrupted as a shrill boy's voice yelled at him.

"Hey, are you strong?" Dante turned around and saw the pink-haired boy from before, like a small child he stared at his sword.

"Why do you ask?" Asked Dante as he was waiting a little impatiently for his pizza.

"Simple," replied the boy, "if you're strong, you have to fight me!"

Dante raised an eyebrow, this boy has guts.

"Okay, then we have no choice but to fighting each other."

The pink haired boy got a big smile in his face and he wanted to run out already, but Dante's yawn interrupted his anticipation. "But first tomorrow. It was a long night and I'm tired."

"But it's noon!" he complained.

Dante gave him a bored look. "Do not you know that it's rude to challenge someone to fight when you have not even introduced yourself?"

"Natsu Dragonil ..." he then brought out grudgingly, "so can we get out now?"

Dante not even looked at the pink haired boy anymore. "I told you already, I'm tired."

Natsu began to complain loudly, but was quickly interrupted by Mirajane came from the kitchen with Dante's order. "Natsu! We have spoken about this before! "

Mirajane put Dante's Pizza in front of him and stared at Natsu.

"I'm waiting."

Embarrassed the pink-haired boy went to Dante, embarrassed actually did not fit it he looked more pissed off.

"I-I'm sorry Dante-san."

Where did suddenly the manners come from? Asked Dante himself. "Yeah, whatever."

He replied to him. It did not really matter whether the pink-haired freak wants to fight with him or not, he only wanted to eat now and go to sleep. He took a piece of pizza and munched it in one bite and realized in amazement that it was the best damn pizza he has ever eaten. Oddly enough, it was not the special or extraordinary taste, more as if something would be missing.

"What's wrong? Should I make you a new one?" Mirajane asked Dante, who quickly gulped down the rest of the pizza slice.

"Eh no," he said, slightly puzzled, "but there are no olives ..."

Mirajane giggled. "Of course, you've ordered it like that."

"You do not understand, I hate olives but every time I order a pizza some clown put them on it like it´s some kind of joke."

Mirajane not quite understood what the white-haired teenager mean but at least it seems to appeal to him so she tried to smile.

"Nice to hear that you like it."

A short time later, Dante felt someone powerful behind him. With his penultimate slice of pizza in his mouth, he turned around.

It was only Elza. But wait; was she already this strong when they met for the first time?

"What's up?" Dante asked with a full mouth.

"The Master wants to speak to you," Elza said shortly.

Dante swallowed down and grabbed the last piece of this covered with cheese miracle. "Cool and where is he?" Elza did not answer, she just pointed with his hand on the ground.

Dante followed with his ayes her hand and noticed a little gnome which goes up to his knees.

At closer inspection, Dante realized that it was not a gnome but an older man with gray hair and a childlike sense of fashion.

"Is that your master?"

"Yes, I am," said the little old man when he jumped on Dante side of the counter. Clearly unimpressed Dante took a bite of his pizza to suppress his laughter.

"My name is Makarov, I'll try," began the man as he looked around. Some guild members looked in their direction including Natsu, Mirajane and the nude guy from before. "To solve you're little problem," he whispered then.

Without a moment's hesitation Dante gave him his answer.

"Like I give a dam!"

The older man nearly fell off the braids on which he stood when he heard that.

"I actually like it here. The food is great, the people all seem to be much stronger and besides, "his eyes turned away from the master and he looked with lustful eyes in the guild," the women here are amazing. "

Makarov smiled as he looked at the young man who mentally took the clothes off the female guild members, they would be able to get along well.

"Hey, old man," Dante honorably spoke to Makarov, "what must I do to become a member?"

"It´s actually quite simple, give us some information about your magic and then you get your guild Tattoo", answer the old man.

Dante thought for a moment how he could describe his magic, in fights with demons he copied few tricks from them and invented even some by himself. One could arrange his magic in four categories.

"Know what?" said Dante, "I'm not so good at explaining. Do you mind if I just show it to you? "

"Of course not."

"Good but then I need a sparring partner."

Dante's view over to the pink-haired boy who had previously annoyed him with it.