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Warning: Evil girl scaring/ threatening Warren

A/N: so here it is! After 2 months wait, I finally bring you the sixth chapter! You will now have some Mystogan and Warren action :) This one will be shorter, but hopefully will give you an insight of what's coming in the future. ;) Btw, I am sooo making Warren OOC here. Just cause I can. Ha! And this is by far the SHORTEST chapter I've EVER written. But at least... i foreshadows more of what's coming! MWAHAHA!

Enjoy!

6 - Inside the head

"Can I see your face?" Warren asked, sitting across to Mystogan who had his eyebrow twitching with irritation at the boys remarks. Well, the man's remark since Warren was older then him but that didn't matter. He was still annoying.

How many times could someone ask the same question?

Clearly, Warren went on forever.

And in the last hour Mystogan counted at least 20 attempts of seeing his face. The young man was really tempted to hit Warren through the roof of the guild but stopped himself from doing so - he needed him. He was not about to ditch Erza just because of a simple, stupid reason, like an irritating wizard that was trying to drive Mystogan to insanity.

"Anyway, Warren. I need you to get into Jellal's head and just do... stuff." Mystogan was at loss of words.

What exactly was Warren supposed to do?

It's not like Warren could just parade through that labyrinth and search for any disturbances. And the problem of Jellal not seeing him. If he did see Warren, it'd be over. His memories probably would be messed up, which would just decrease the chances of ever getting them back. Mystogan scratched his chin thoughtfully under the cloth that hid his face and frowned - not that Warren could see. He could always put a mask on - undetected.

Yes, that's what Warren should do.

"Oi, put this mask on." Mystogan took out a spare mask from his bag and passed it to the man who stared at him, clearly confused.

"Why?"

"Just put it on."

"Yes, sir!"

"Okay, now get in his head." Mystogan ordered.

"And how exactly do I do that? My magic is based on telepathy. I can't just get inside someone's head." Warren rolled his eyes and Mysotgan groaned.

Another obstacle.

After another minute or so, he bought out his magic staves and placed them around Warren who was totally and utterly baffled.

"Now, begin! I will create a lacrima version of you in his mind so that you can freely move around. But hurry, I don't know how long I can last." Mystogan explained quickly and after earning a quick and sharp nod from his companion he started the magic circles.

The circles that formed had different layers, sizes and even colours that they emitted.

Almost like a unicorn was vomiting on Warren.

Warren took a stroll through the long corridor of nothingness. He knew not to expect big columns, pillars and golden gates that welcomed him but he wasn't exactly expecting just blank white walls swallowed by the darkness. With an exasperated sigh he slipped his hands in his pockets, the mask on his face began to irritate him and if he didn't do that subtle move he would've ripped it off. The constant sound of his footsteps hitting the cement floors was ringing in his ears and he didn't like it one bit.

"Tch, he still didn't tell me what I'm supposed to be doing." Warren shook his head, ignoring the constant nagging of his brain that something was definitely off. He shifted his weight onto his left leg as he bent his other one frowning at the empty space before him. He suddenly frowned seeing a bunch of rocks no pebbles, laying on the path before him. But they weren't just any odd pebbles. They were bright and colourful - the colours of rainbow, but a lot of different shades of blue.

He frowned. The walls also changed colour from boring and monotone white to a royal blue with delicate baby blue patterns - mostly swirls and patterns that he wouldn't be able to describe or even redraw no matter how much he tried. He warily walked further into the corridor, as it narrowed, barley leaving any walking space. If someone forced it, only another person would be able to walk beside him - and it still would be uncomfortable. He kicked the pebbles at his feet accidentally, cursing every time he did. Each of the noises echoed around, probably the entire maze of corridors.

The corridor was bright, and at some point a lacrima vision came up and he was tempted to touch it to see what would happen but he stopped himself. That could be Jellal's memory - which most likely was the case - and he didn't want to see into his past. So, instead he rushed past it not even looking behind if it started playing some sort of memory or images. He was running soon enough, until he came to a sudden halt. He had a choice of three paths.

The one that kept going, but it drastically changed. The rocks became sharp, and the walls were also made of rock, something that seemed like lava started dripping down the wall and he quickly cancelled that corridor. It must've held the more negative memories, he realised as he heard an ear piercing scream coming from that direction - no doubt, a memory. It was young, and it sounded desperate but it was definitely a boys voice. Maybe a young Jellal, perhaps?

The one to his right was much brighter. It was grass, just brushing against the ankles, and the two ground's where separated by a small stream of water, almost inviting. The walls were small water falls, that were falling into the steam that had a few pebbles on the bottom - red ones.

The left one was simple. Plain flooring and plain walls but there was something odd about it. A weird magical presence and he decided to go through the left corridor. He was sure he would find someone or at least something in there. Or so his gut was telling him. For some reason, he felt oddly sick.

There she was. He saw her clearly with her back to him. Her hair swayed slightly as she bounced on her feet, in one spot trying to almost overlook the walls but with her height finding it impossible. She was like a child. Her hair was long, and she wore a white dress that contrasted badly with her pale skin. They almost blended. Almost, being the keyword. He fake coughed and she slowly turned, glaring at him with her narrowed eyes.

"What are you doing here?" She snarled, her voice dripping venom.

"That's what I should be asking you. Who are you and what are you trying to do with Jellal's memories?" He asked, looking at her playful yet cruel smirk.

"Why would you want to know? Isn't he a criminal? Someone who wanted to kill your precious comrade, Erza Scarlet? Why would you want him to gain his memories back?" She asked, stifling a giggle and he glared at her.

"It doesn't matter! The past doesn't matter! He's Erza's friend, and now he's our comrade! Of course, I need to know why you're here, messing with his head and blocking away access to his memories!" Warren stated, confidently. After all, if it was about his friend he was willing to fight even the strongest.

"That's what you think..." She said, her lips straightening out. "But what would you do if he suddenly betrayed you? Don't you think he's your enemy? Wasn't he always Fairy Tail's enemy?" She asked, cocking her head to the side. The serious tone she used sent shivers down Warren's spine.

"If he did betray us, Erza would keep her head clear and act accordingly. She would capture him and send him to the magical council so he can get locked up. Right now, he shows no threat." Warren said, crossing his arms over his chest.

"You... Fairies really are stubborn." The girl seemed oddly frustrated as she gripped a lacrima in her hands almost to the point of breaking it into pieces. "Just remember this: I'm doing you a favour. If he remembers, he will betray you." She said as she started vanishing, her body fading but her playful smirk returned just in time for him to see.

She was gone before he could shout for her to wait.

"That's not good. We'll have to try a few other times. We need more information." Mystogan said, eyeing Warren as he ripped off the mask, breathing in loudly.

"Ughh, It's so boring there! And what If I come across Jellal?"

"Well you better not!"

"OI!"

"Jellal, are you ready to go?" Lucy called from the bathroom, as she brushed her teeth steadily, Plue sitting on the sink and also brushing his own teeth.

"Yes!" He shouted back as he munched on the last sandwich.

"Well, as soon as Lucy's done we should go the guild."

"Roger that." He nodded.

"I'M DONE!" Lucy beamed happily as she left the bathroom carrying Plue, a content smile on her face. "Let's go."

A/N: I have nothing to say about this chapter. *pouts*

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