Cooro was carrying hefty boxes through the café. It was like his heart stopped; he couldn't say anything now. Canary was too egotistical for Cooro, bossing him around, and making him her errand boy. The first errand was buying cleaning supplies from a store in another town 50 miles away, then she made him walk around town delivering 5000 flyers, and the most embarrassing was pretending to be a girl and wearing a maid uniform.

" It seems she'll do anything to embarrass me," Cooro thought while carrying the hefty boxes. " What is her problem anyways? It seems like all girls like to embarrass me."

" Make sure your pace matches mine, Cooro," Canary said. " Wouldn't want to be too far away."

" Whatever," Cooro replied in his melancholy tone. "What's in these boxes anyways?"

" Nothing. I just like watching you work!" Canary waved her hand up as she laughed. " Just kidding. Those are actually filled with plastic plates for our party."

" There's going to be a party? Why wasn't I invited?"

" Your sister thinks you're too much of a sore-puss to go. She say's you'll only spoil the atmosphere."

" Stupid girl!"

" But why don't you and me talk for a second, Cooro. What do you want to do when you graduate school?"

" What does it matter to you?"

" You're so cruel. I've been your sisters friend for three years, right? That pretty much makes you my brother, right? So as your sister you have to share with me, Cooro."

" I don't remember that ever being the case. But anyways, I don't really know what I want to do. I'd rather just be a wanderer who lives by himself and doesn't get associated with anyone."

" Wouldn't that make you a hermit? Wouldn't that mean you'll grow hair all over your body and lose all your teeth."

" I wasn't talking about that kind of life, stupid. I-I was thinking of just wandering around the world. I'd like to see the whole wide world before I die."

" Why would you want to see the whole world, Cooro?"

" I think the better question is who wouldn't want to explore the world? There's just not many things to explore in our quaint little town, and there's so many vast and mysterious things to discover. There's Magic, Creatures, and even Dragons."

" Please. You can't travel the world. You can't even get to the border of town without freaking out and heading back."

" That was then and this is now. I feel like my purpose lies beyond here, and is somewhere else."

" Yeah, you keep that as an amanita. Why don't you broaden your perspectives and just wait until the future. I'm sure there's plenty of things a bright kid like you doesn't really want to do something like that."

" Yeah…a kid like me."

" That's the spirit!"

Canary smacked Cooro's back. Unbeknownst to her, Cooro was extremely fragile and his skin was incredibly sensitive. The very touch of a man or woman would made his mind go blank, and the touch of Canary made Cooro tumble over. The boxes then fell on Cooro and crushed him.

" Ow…"

" Oops. Sorry about that, Cooro. I forgot how much of a wuss you are."

XXX

Cooro and Canary then reached the attic of the café shop. Boxes were aligned on the left and right, mothballs were scattered along the ground, and portraits of wise men with white hair were leaned on the back of the wall. Cooro's throat was sore from the daftness of the mothballs, but laid the boxes

Cooro's face was red and his lungs were clogged with sweat. Cooro was out of shape—unathletic, people often said—he was so brittle a single drop of blood would end his life. Canary however found Cooro's weak muscles to be amusing.

" Why don't you rest up in here and I'll call you if I need anything, tiger."

Cooro gargled with sweat and was coughing, said, " You-cough-do-cough-that."

" Don't mention it. You lazy bookworm."

Suddenly, as Canary had left the attic, Cooro was alone. Cooro's mind raced for his book, but couldn't find it with his fingers trembled. He feared he'd develop carpal tunnel syndrome in the near future; four or roughly eight years away. But all Cooro could think about was his book.

" Stupid. You left it behind. I wonder if there's anything to read in this old attic? I'm sure mom and dad must've put some books away."

Cooro searched the attic, mainly the wardrobes and desks and the occasional boxes, but wasn't able to find any books. Cooro yearned for books, based his whole life on reading them, as he couldn't stand too be away from it.

" Ugh! Why can't things ever go the way I want them too? This is ridiculous!" Cooro thumped his right foot angrily on floor. While thumping his foot, Cooro could roughly feet one of the floorboards to be loose. " Hello. What's this?" Cooro used his foot to push the floorboard away. Cooro could roughly see the detailing of a books cover as he looked down. " Bingo."

Cooro grabbed the book by the spine and pulled it out of the floor. The detailing of it was covered in dust and mothballs, but Cooro blew them away with his mouth. Cooro's heart skipped a beat; he was too overjoyed with the title: Diary.

" I wonder what you hoarded away in here, dad." Cooro thought, smiling. " This wouldn't happen to be a diary you hide from mom, wouldn't it? Guess there's only one way to find out."

Cooro was happy, he was ecstatic; he had a reason to bury his face in his book. The ink in the pages were nearly faded away, the midsection's were entirely blank, and the corners were rippled. After adjusting to each page, taking five to seven minutes each, Cooro finally found what was written in the diary:

To my children Nana and Cooro

We raised the best we could so you'd grow up to be smart, strong, kind and respectable people. But even though we've raised you to be ordinary people, there's nothing ordinary about your mother and I.

Your mother and I are part of a Guild. One that rivals against another Guild called Fairy Tail. There were brave men and women there, some you'll probably never going to hear about, who've done extraordinary things at Fairy Tail. One of the most powerful Guild member was a young boy named Natsu Dragneel

I've always despised that man. He was so self-confident, so full of himself; he made a mockery of my Guild. But I've decided to set that aside because I wish for you to become part of Fairy Tail. You and your sister.

I know I haven't been a good father too you. If I could see one last thing before I die, it would be too see you smile. But I fear that idea is nothing but a thought. But promise me you'll look for the good in everything that you do.

Sincerely, your loving father.

Cooro had just about all he could take from reading the book, angry, ireful, and closed his book; he was done. However, as he closed his book, he heard a thud. Cooro then looked down and saw a strange looking bracelet. The bracelet was mixed with pearls and teeth. Cooro then noticed a green emblem in the center of the bracelet, smiled.

" Cooro, I need your help carrying dishes, please."

" I'll be down in a second." Cooro clutched his bracelet. He had a cold feeling tingling down his neck, and shuddered. He stood inert as he continued grasping the bracelet in his hand. "Dad…what is this feeling?"

XXX

" No!" Cooro shouted shaking his head. " No, no, no, NO!"

" Look, I don't care if you 're unsociable, stupid brother, but you are going to serve whoever comes in side, capisce! And I better not here any complaints' or I'll whoop you!"

" FINE!"

Cooro was angry and incensed with rage. He, a person with a melancholy and isolate behaviour, had to receive orders from his sister, the woman who acted like his boss, too serve food to the woman with the daisy duke shorts and her striped dog. " Why'd it have to be that stupid stalker?"

Despite being a boy Cooro had to cosplay as a maid—it was just like all the girls wearing maid outfits in the café shop. Cooro however wasn't a girl, so he also had to wear a chichi black wig with a lavender ribbon strapped to the right of his forehead. Cooro couldn't lessen his humiliation, but could keep his pride by shushing his mouth.

" Now, tableau," Nana said sternly pointing a finger against Cooro's chest. " Remember to stand up straight, look the customers in the eyes, and be sure to smile." Cooro didn't get Nana's gesture to smile, and instead look at her with his scornful eyes.

" I thought I told you I don't smile," Cooro said in a calm, cold manner.

"Geez, you could feign one."

" No can do. I just refuse to tout myself to anyone."

" Fine, then you leave me no choice." Nana pulled a small blue sutra from her maid costume. Nana then pulled a blue Light Pen vile out and scribbled on the sutra. " Taboo: Smile." Nana smacked the sutra on Cooro's chest. The sutra sticked on Cooro like a sticker, glued on tighter than cement, impervious to remove from his chest. The seal of the sutra was binding. A strange radiant energy surged through his body and it ferment him too smile.

" Dangit, not this again. Why do I have to suffer from her taboo?"

Nana pushed smiley Cooro in the right direction—literally pushing him towards where the estrange girl April and her striped dog were sitting. Cooro's teeth were still smiling due to the taboo Nana placed on him, so April found it strange seeing the melancholy Cooro with his big smile, smiled.

" Ooh, it's good to see you again, whoever you are," April smiled looking at Cooro's sparkly teeth. " Are you going to reconsider joining me in Fairy Tail."

" A-ah—" Cooro tried talking, but Nana's taboo made it nearly impossible for him to coup with; he couldn't talk. "Dangit, why did Nana have to hit me with her hocus pocus magic charms? This is ridiculous."

Talking was the least of Cooro's worries—not that he did much of it anyways—but he couldn't stand how April perceived it and hugged him around his waist. "Ooh, you dreamboat, how's about you ditch that outfit and join me in Fairy Tail?"

" Who taught her to act like this?" Cooro's body trembled from his natural enmity towards the hug, and was repulsed by the warm sensation churning inside of him. " I really hate girls!"

" Cooro, look!" Canary shouted. Canary appeared faster than the wind with a magazine in her hands. Canary had the middle pages flipped open with a woman in the picture. A pale dark purple haired woman, not much older than Cooro; two years at most, shown with a voluptuous figure, cream skin, cold yet glamorous violet eyes, wearing nothing but a blue bra and blue bikini. Her pose was just her lying on a beach towel—a lascivious yet sensual image for most males—Cooro didn't see the significance in it.

" Don't you think it's stupid to worship someone who's just an image, stupid," Cooro satirely said with a smile on his face. No sooner did Cooro said absurd words; Canary bonked him in his head. Cooro collapsed under the oppressed weight of Canary's fist, and Canary took charge of serving April.

" Hello, is there anything you'd like from the café shop, master?"

" Hmm." April rubbed her finger against her chin and acted like she was thinking to herself. " Can I have…" April's face lit up like fireworks as she shot up and stared close to Canary; so close that her nose touched Canary's nose. "A smorgasbord of everything!"

" Er, could you be more specific, please, master?"

April banged her hands on the table and laughed out loud. "Everything, everything, EVERYTHING!"

" Eh, right away, master." Canary instead of going back to the kitchen stomped on Cooro as he lied on the ground. " Cooro, get up! Get the master here smorgasbord!"

" Gah, do you have to use your keel?" Cooro groaned. " Your chafe is hurting my face!"

" Shut up, get up, and get the girl her food, you useless excuse for a worker."

" FINE!" Cooro still had a smile on his face from his sisters taboo, turned around and walked away in the other direction of Canary and the strange girl April. As he was gone, Canary pulled out a chair and sat beside April, smiled.

" So, do you know anything about my dipstick worker, master?" Canary said in a joyous yet scripted voice.

" Not necessarily," April replied smiling and rubbing her head. " I met him on the streets. I sensed a noble soul that is virtuously lying dormant inside of him, so I want him to join me and become a member of Fairy Tail."

" Uwah!" Canary exclaimed, she stood up and flinged her arms up and down . " You got to be kidding me! No way! Absolutely no! Cooro cannot become a member of Fairy Tail!"

" Eh, why not?"

" Because Fairy Tail is unethical, it's unnatural, and it's supposed to be a Guild where many brave souls go in and waste their lives pursuing menial jobs. A place like that is not someplace me or Canary want our dumb brother Cooro to go."

" Really? Fairy Tail's not so bad." April reached down her mesh shirt, then she ripped through her bikini top and her mesh shirt to show a silver stamp that looked like a small bird right above her almost exposed breasts. " See? We have our very own marks."

" Eeeek! Quickly, put something on before—"

" Hey, Canary, we ran out of and cookies. Is there anything else we can—"

" YOU PERVERT!"

Fists of iron, speed of a gazelle, and temper of a monkey, Canary punched Cooro squared in the face as he was standing right behind her. Cooro was squeamish to an attack out of nowhere and full down from the blow too his face—a hit that rumbled the café like thunder hitting a lightning rod.

Cooro however recovered quickly from the blow, growled at Canary, shouted, " YOU stupid GIRL! What-did-I-even-do?"

A glaring contest was between Cooro and Canary—taking place ever so often—the vexing pains between Cooro and Canary made their session even more Invigorating; not just that Cooro was smiling as his eyes were glaring. However, as Cooro and Canary were both glaring at each other, the sound of April's laughing disrupted them both.

" Hee-hee! Hahahahahah!"

" W-what?" Both Cooro and Canary said in unison.

" What are you so happy about, master?" Canary said.

" You two!" April laughed hearily, warmly. "You're both such a riot! I wish I had a little brother to fight with."

" He's not really my—"

" But then I'd have to have parents if I wanted to have a brother."

" Y-yo-you're an orphan?" Cooro stuttered. " Y-you're an illegitimate child?"

" Yep. It's always been just me and Komatsu travelling the regions in search of excitement and adventure."

" Who's Komatsu?" Cooro asked.

" He's my faithful and loyal friend," With amazing strength, power beyond what Cooro and Canary thought was imaginable, April lifted her striped dog up and held it close for Cooro and Canary too see. The dog stuck its small pink tongue out and waged its tail as April moved it up and down for Cooro and Canary to see.

" I must say, that is an exotic looking dog. Where'd you find such a strange looking dog?"

Instead of answering, April stuck her tongue out like a raspberry and shuffled her dog around, said, " Secret."

" I have a platter for every food in our café, master," the sincere voice of the most mature member Kazu. Unlike the girls Canary and Nana, Kazu was genially kind to everyone; the only girl so far Cooro didn't practically despise, and her curves and cups were more dainty than Canary's and Nana's put together. What was most beseeching about her was her innocent maroon blue eyes, her cream skin and her long blonde hair put into a pigtail by laces.

" Great, Kazu, can you accompany me back into the kitchen?" Canary said in her earnest of voice. Canary then turned her head around to Cooro and rubbed his head. " And you can stay here and keep master company, Cooro. You need to work more on your unorthodox woman complex."

" I do not have a women complex!"

" Suit yourself. I mostly just want to get back into the kitchen anyways." Canary pulled her chair back and walked back towards the kitchen. As she was midway between the kitchen and the table Cooro sat in, she waved her hand to Cooro. " Ta-ta."

Cooro and April were the only ones left—the only ones because Cooro knew how crazy Canary was when she didn't get her way. Cooro however instead of talking to April took out a small notebook and a red Light Pen. The sound of scribbling distracted Cooro from the bothersome sight of watching April and her dog Komatsu eat their food like two pairs of ravenous wild animals.

" She could at least chew her food," Cooro thought at the grotesque image. " I know girls were stupid, but they should at least show some manners."

Cooro couldn't hide the fact how once he was a kid like that—innocent and malarkey not too long ago—looked down upon by his peers. Cooro had endeavored himself to not look at his past, look into his present, and ignore the scowls of reality.

" Hey, whatcha writing there?" April asked watching Cooro write in his small notebook. "Looks neat."

" Well it's none of your business," Cooro sneered.

" Come on, can't you just tell me what you're writing." April then smiled as she raised a hand to Cooro. " Let's be friends."

" I refuse. Why would I ever want to be friends with a lamebrain, illiterate girl like yo—"

Cooro lost control of his hands. April without apprehension for Cooro grabbed his right hand and pulled it closer to her. Cooro didn't find it enticing how April was touching him and was really terrified by her ice pikes of fingernails—he knew she wouldn't be a love interest of him. April had her pinky latched onto Cooro's as she gestured her and his hands.

" It's a promise we can never break , no matter what we think, till the day we meet again, a promise, a promise, a promise our hearts must keep." Cooro was stunned, surprised how childish and prudent April was. After performing, she raised her hands up and laughed out loud.

" Geez, what a kid. She's just so stupid." Cooro violently grabbed the collar of April's mesh shirt and pulled her towards him. April wasn't scared—impressed, one would say, as she looked into Cooro's eyes and saw the tenacious determination burning inside his eyes. " What the hell do you mean 'promise'? What did I ever promise you?"

Cooro was utterly shocked and mangled by the girl—the girl who made Canary hurt him, and nearly breaking his hamstrings and arms—her laughter was contagious as he couldn't hold a chuckle watching her laugh at him.

" You're so savage and wild. I love that. Every time you yell at me makes me want you to join me more and more."

" Do you like getting hurt? Are you a masochist or something?" " Well, if you're a masochist than I'm a sadist, since I enjoy seeing pain be inflicted on others; hitting you would only make you happy. Now finish your food and go away."

Cooro couldn't stand sitting beside April any longer. He instead pulled his chair out and walked towards the entrance/exit of the café, but stopped when he heard…

" Waahhhhh! Why is everyone being so mean to me? Waahhhhhh!"

" Argh!" Cooro thought as his still smiling teeth glistened. What is with this stupid girl? Why can't she leave me alon—"

" Cooro, I hear crying! If you've made a customer cry, I'm coming at YOU!"

" OI! I've gotta get out of her!"

Cooro tried making a dash for it, but felt a tug on the back of his scarf stopping him from moving. Cooro turned around to see it was Canary, the last person on earth he wanted touching him, as she was baring her teeth like a shark before it chomped its prey.

" And where do you think you're going?"

" I'm going out."

" Ha, that's a laugh. How are you expected to leave with Nana's taboo on you?"

" I can get it off."

" Good luck. Each of Nana's taboo sutras are impossible to lift. The only way to lift it is saying a word that has a definition similar to her chosen word, but can't be the same word or five other words Nana wrote down."

" Is the word Joyous?" The sutra on Cooro's body withered away in flames at the saying of the word. Like a change from a hungry hyena to a full one, Cooro's smile disappeared. What was once a radiant, possessed mouth now was an obstinate sulky frown.

" W-what?" Canary gawked as she stared at the withered ashes of Nana's sutra. " B-bu-bu-but how?"

" One of two reasons: I know Nana doesn't have a high vocabulary and she thinks too hotheadedly. And since she's hotheaded, it gave me the assumption of her five words: blithe, jolly, merry, smiley, and blissful. I ruled out those, and Joyous was the first word that popped in my head. "

" Very clever. But still, I'm not going to let you leave."

" Ooh, just try and stop me." Cooro crouched down and did a crab walk. He crab walked to the right, walked to the left, then walked back—Canary synchronized all his moves and followed him wherever he moved. " Okay, she's persistent. But I should be able to—why do I feel a lard stomach?"

Cooro turned his head around as he was stared down by a giant, horrendous face of a monster staring down at him. The monster who was staring was green or scary like in Monster books Cooro used to read, rather a tall, lard, frightful being with clean skin. His wardrobe consisted of a black biker garb, torn blue jeans at the knees, brown loafers, and canine teeth. He had a black beard and red eyes that stared deep into Cooro's eyes.

" Hey there, little boy," the biker man guffawed looking down at Cooro. " Do you happen to know a little girl named Nana Dash?" Cooro's whole body became numb after having felt the cold fingers of the biker clinch his head. Cooro couldn't move—couldn't even speak because of his anxiety—the lard man's giant stature petrified him. " You wouldn't know my little Nana, would you? She's in a real pickle with us and we're here to collect her profit."

" Darn, I can't move," Cooro thought as the bikers smelly onion breath wrecked his neck. " Why do I feel…so afraid of him?" As he groveled, Cooro noticed rings on each of the man's finger. One ring in particular was shining a radiant red colour. "That's it. He's using charms to scare me. Charms can only work if the victim doesn't know he's being manipulated. So if I can just figure out what type of charm he's using, I should be able to break free. But what charm is it."

" Hey, you, I'm going to ask you to drop that squirt right now," Canary solemnly said, she walked over the biker and poked him in his pudgy face. " Are you deaf or something? Drop him right now!"

"Idiot. She's going to get herself killed."

The biker stared at Canary with lustful, vile eyes. He forgot about Cooro and tossed him aside like a sack of garbage as Cooro thumped on the ground.

"Well, aren't you a fine piece of work," the biker said licking his lips. " I just like seeing wildfires like you get tasty! How's about you and me get together alone in a karaoke bar." The biker grossed Cooro and even Canary out, puckering his lips together and making kissing gestures with his mouth. " Mu, mu,mu, ma!"

" Eww."

The biker however didn't seem appalled by Canary's reaction and instead snickered at her. His ringer glowed; the only on the right of his red one. The light was radiant and illuminated through the café—it seemed like a lantern of fireflies who purged their ultraviolet tails. The light incised inside Canary's eyes and rendered her helpless—moreso than the melancholy Cooro who merely watched his dear, impetuous friend get battered by light.

" Kiss me…" Obscure words appeared in Canary's mind like candle light; she couldn't stop them from appearing. " Kiss me..." Canary's mind was a blank as she steered herself to the lard, giddy biker. Her lips puckered close to his as if she was in his control. " That's right…just kiss m—"

Cooro's mind overpowered his senses. His hamstrings and tendons moved on their own and punched the biker in one swift uppercut. The swiftness and power of the uppercut was so powerful it fractured the pudgy face of the biker's face.

Adrenaline rushed inside Cooro's head. He was against his barbaric actions—no, barbaric would've been too mediate—he was just as savage as the biker, and infinitely more villainous.

" Ha!" The biker laughed even though his mouth was spilling out blood. " Hahahahaha! That was some move you did on me, kid!" Two bikers grasped Cooro's arms to restrain him. As he was restrained, the lard biker punched him in his chest. Blood gushed out of Cooro's mouth after receiving his blow. " But I swear it's the last you pull on me!"

More, more, the lard biker continued to punch his fists into Cooro's chest and he wrenched at the agonizing pain in his chest. After all the bikers had their excitement, they dropped Cooro on the ground, again.

" Cooro!"

Canary desperately tried to run over to Cooro, but two men wearing biker garbs grabbed her before she could reach him. Canary felt appalled by two clammy hands griping her arms and rendering her helpless. The snide voice of the lard man laughed stifling Canary from speaking.

" Since Nana's too much of a coward to show her wretched face, I'll just have to take you instead. You'll be perfect leverage."

Canary felt both bikers drag her out of the café. Her mouth was vociferous with two clammy hands squeezing her mouth. However, just as they were midway out of the shop, the sound of a bullet rattled the shop.

" ALRIGHT! WHO KEEPS DISTURBING MY SLEEP!"

" Oh hell, Roxie's awake," Canary thought. " Things are going to get ugly."

A loud uproar was heard in the back of the café. Booming sounds of bullets were heard in the back. Then, from the back came a malevolent maid. Her hair was red as flames, gray eyes cruel as a ravenous animals, serrated teeth, and a large, blue rifle made of rare alloy appeared. Cooro didn't know why Nana hired her—it may've been because she was a good cook or could sucker customers into paying more money—but she was the most hotheaded; twice as big as Nana and Canary put together.

" Okay, you hairy little punks, who wants a piece of me?" Roxie grumbled. Roxie reach her hands through her maid outfit and pulled out a small vile with red liquids inside. Roxie clutched the vile in her hands as she gnarred at the three bikers. " Don't make me use this, punks! One sip of this and this whole places' going skyhigh!"

" Boss…what should we do?" One of the bikers said trembling at the rigidness of Roxie.

" That girls a frickin' psychopath!" The other biker exclaimed.

" Relax, you morons, I have everything under control. " The boss was more cunning than Cooro and Canary could believe. Using his one ring, the same ring he used on Canary, the boss was about to snare Roxie under his control. The ring's light glowed bright through the café, twisting inside Canary's eyes, soon it had her under its control—but that wasn't enough for the boss, so he used the full extent of the charm on every person in the café—the light of it binding everyone.

" Everyone…you will go into a deep sleep. When I snap my fingers, you will all go into a deep sleep. 1…2…3. "

SNAP!