AN: Violence Incoming...

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The sky was black, filled with clouds, barely a star shone through the gaps. No moon to guide travellers on their way.

Through the debris of a town outside of a towering city a small flickering light could be seen from some distance through a church window. In the distance a small pack of wolves could be heard, being carried over the winds. The sound of the wind rustling the crops in the fields were heard as three hooded individual's stood biding their time.

They wore three separate masks, but equally the same. They each bore a symbol on the back of their cowls. Calling themselves San'en, each depicting a different monkey face.

The taller of the group had a white cowl, showing a small image of monkey who had no ears. The middle, with the gray cowl had a monkey with no eyes and the shortest wore a black cowl, his portraying a monkey with no mouth.

They had waited patiently. Staying downwind from a particular individual. They were told explicitly not to interfere with that man. One nodded to the other two as they saw the man begin the descent down into the city below.

Several pairs of shoes were heard running up to the town. Splitting up, the steps drifted apart becoming silent as they began treading on the ruined stoned floor of the town its self avoiding the runes, they darted across the roof's and tops of debris as they made their way towards the church, all instructed with one task.
Capture.

No sound was made as they entered the church. Surveying the interior, they moved swiftly over to the sleeping mages.

The white cowled, held his sword out "Kikimasu"

The grey cowled man, unsheathed his sword also, "Mimasu"

The black cowled pulled out a small sword, holding it over them as the others did so, "Hanashimasu"

Casting the spells over the individuals, the black clothed man moved over to the altar, picking up all the books and papers and putting them into a bag, looking around for anything else that seemed important.

A tall orange haired man never struggled as the taller picked him up, hoisting him over his shoulders, holding a leg and an arm. The orange haired man's stomach rested against the back of his neck. The man's tall hat had been stomped on almost flattening it.

The grey hooded figure grabbed a tall black haired man, his white shirt rode up as he was flung other the man's shoulder.

Both left leaving the third behind, as he finished collecting the papers, he looked at the artefact, dismissing it.

Turning back to the small camp, he looked over at the sleeping bluenette, stroking her face with a devilish grin, noticing a small black cat in her arms. Disregarding it as a toy, he picked her up, lifting her over his shoulder, as the black cat fell onto the sleeping bag awkwardly.

He headed out the church and the town, leaving in a different direction than the others had left in, walking towards the mountain range in the distance rather than towards the city as the others had done.

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Lily opened his eyes, it was pitch black, he couldn't pick up anything of definition.

His head hurt.

He tried to speak, but nothing emanated from his throat.

He listened. But there were no sounds for him to hear. He shook,

What do I do?

He had never felt so unsure of what to do, He couldn't see, he couldn't hear, he couldn't speak.

How long will it last?

Has everyone else suffered this too?

He tried sniffing. That worked! His tail flicked excitedly, he kept sniffing the air, trying to work out if the others were around still.

Feeling his way around where ever he was, he realised he was indeed still at the camp, he remembered the familiar smells of the camp fire, the familiar perfume Levy had been wearing that day.

Had

He picked himself up and moved very slowly, feeling his way around the small area, he came across something unfamiliar. It was furry to the touch. He moved his paws along it, It was huge whatever it was to the little exceed.

Jet's Hat

His stood, seething, his cool composure, breaking.

What do I do?!

Lily yelled inwardly, as no sounds came out, turning into battle mode, he was furious. More so with himself,

How could he of not known those people entering?
Why didn't he help protect?
Are the others still alive?

He tried to calm down, a small tear fell from his scarred eye, falling around his muzzle. He shrunk back down. Nothing can be done in his current state he told himself.

Just how long until this wears off?

It felt like hours until the spells finally subsided, Lily twitched his ears, he could hear the world again, he opened his eyes, or at least he believed he had, the camp started to come into blurry form.

He tried to speak, but it was no use. That still hadn't worn off. Lily could see now that the room had been cleared out. All of Levy's papers had been taken along with her books. Jet's hat left strewn and stamped on the floor.

Picking up Jet's hat he flew out the church,blinking in the blinding light of the afternoon sun.

Gajeel? – Did you go after them?

He prayed that in his absence Gajeel was fighting to get them back.

Lily wasn't sure what to do, he didn't know where they had all gone, and he certainly couldn't help on his own. He flew back into the church and wrote a small note, stating that if they return he has gone to guild to get advice, and will return in 2 days.

Making his mind up, he took to the sky's heading back to Magnolia, It was going to take a long time he considered, almost a day's flight, but it was critical he reached Fairy Tail before the day was over even if he had to push him self harder than possible.

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"Shut up!"

"Make me Flame brain!"

"Droopy Eyes!"

"Squinty eyes!"

"Ice princess!"

"Fiery mouth breather!"

"Oi oi, calm down" Elfman tried to calm down the pair, only to get punched in the face, taking out Erza in the process.

She roared holding Elfman above her head, throwing him into several other guild members, taking them out like skittles.

Requipping a sword and flailing after Natsu and Gray, Erza inadvertently hit the back of Cana's head with her elbow as she drank, who spat into Wendy's face.

An all out brawl started in the guild hall. Wendy sobbed after being spat on.

"You don't have to cry all the time Wendy" Carla miffed.

Weeping, Wendy apologised as she got barrelled over as the large ball of fighting mages took her out.

The guild door flung open, Lucy ran in,

"Help!" she cried, holding a worn out Lily in her arms.

The guild quickly quietened as Mirajane moved out from around the bar,

"He is so weak! I found him as I was walking back from my home, He has Jet's hat..."

"Wendy." Mira looked over at the upside down girl, now right sided.

"Lucy, bring him to the infirmary." The silver haired woman ordered.

A few whisperings fell amongst the hall, Gray, Natsu and Erza followed them into the infirmary. Watching Wendy begin healing Lily.

"He is just exhausted, he should be fine now." Wendy spoke nervously.

She had felt that he was under the spell of some dark magic, but couldn't remove them herself, however she noticed that they seemed to be naturally wearing off.

He opened his eyes after a moment,

Good I can still hear and see.

He tried speaking, croaking slightly.

"They're gone..." he managed finally,

"Lily, do you remember anything?" Mira asked, kneeling beside the small exceed on the large bed, Happy had jumped up along with Carla as they stood around him, worried.

Lily looked over to the bedside table where Jet's hat now stood tall, although a small kink was still evident.

He shook his small head, he didn't remember anything.

"We were asleep... Gajeel was... Gajeel was talking to Levy about something... "

Lily shot up, "Gajeel left!"

"What?!" the room exclaimed,

"Bastard" Natsu snarled.

"How could he leave his group on a job?" Erza struggling to hold onto her composure.

"Levy..." Lucy whispered.

"Do you think there was a fight?" Gray asked

Lily shook his head, "The place looked the same, but Levy's papers and booked were gone... The artefact she was working on, was left however."

"San'en" a distinctive voice spoke.

"Gramp's!" Natsu and Gray went

"Master!" Erza exclaimed,

"Lily, when you awoke, you could not hear, nor speak, nor see, am I correct?" Makarov's stared glumly at the black exceed.

"Yes... The last thing to wear off was the ability to speak." Lily nodded slowly.

Sighing deeply, Makarov began to explain to the room, that the ones who could of caused this were called "San'en or The Three Wise Monkeys"

Telling them that these three bothers each lost the ability to either speak, to listen or to even see as children, their parents had cursed them, forcing the boys to band together. Honing their magical senses, they overcame the boundaries of loosing their respective sense. They trained using swords, mastering abilities, becoming a small group of hired mercenaries. Working together they become impossible to beat.

"The oldest, Nicknamed, Kik, removes the opponents ability to hear.
The middle child, Mim, removing the ability to see.
The youngest, Han takes away your speech.

The youngest is considered the weakest, but is not to be trusted. He is known to torture and kill. And should be avoided."

He rubbed his chin, "but why they'd want the group..." he thought deeply,

"Ah Mira, they took the job for the artefact?" Makarov considered,

"Oh my.. Yes, yes that's the one they took."

"Mmm..." looking up, rubbing his head "It is troubling that such a group has targeted us..."

Natsu's teeth bared, his nakama were in danger, "Gramp's.."

"Natsu. Do not run too foolhardy into this. I feel there is much more to this than is being let on"

"Master, we must do something to help them," Erza urged.

He let out a small sigh, nothing would stop them, and telling them no, was going to push them even further into going. But they had no idea where they were now. Or even why Gajeel had left them. He was trying to act as a parent to these brats, to protect them, even if it hurt knowing that these four were currently missing.

"Master.." Lily croaked, "I think Gajeel knew the man we had the application from, he said he smelt familiar, and made him feel unsettled. "

"Hmm... very well. That settles it." Makarov walking off, "I want you all to stay out of this. I will resolve this"

"But Gramp's?!" Natsu started

"LISTEN TO YOUR GUILD MASTER FOR ONCE!" Makarov boomed, something had set him off.

The room fell silent as Makarov departed, they all stood shaking, unsure whether to defy the Master or to listen to him.

Natsu bent roaring, "How can I stand by and let my family get taken?"

"Natsu, you must listen to Master!" Erza warned "I understand you're upset but we must think rationally!"

Natsu had gone past listening, no-one should be left behind, he couldn't stay in this guild any longer not doing something about it.

"Natsu." Mira spoke "Rescue them."

Telling Erza where the city was, they looked at Mira, "Go bring them home!" she ordered.

"Aye Sir!"

They grinned, setting off to the city soon after.

Mira couldn't deal with them not coming back from a job that she forced them into taking. They needed to get to the bottom of the whole thing and bring them home.

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His body felt weak, moving his arms seemed impossible to move, he was tied up? Looking around the room was almost pitch black, except for a faint shimmer in front of him,

Glass?

Squinting he could see another man opposite him, it looked like, it was,

It was Jet, his face was blooded, his shirt was torn all over. His orange hair, stained red in places, matted. He wasn't moving.

Droy's face screwed up, "Jet!" he cried,

"JET! Answer me!" the body moved slightly,

That's it Jet...

"D-dro-y..." a weak voice carried across the air "Le-v-y..."

"Hey Hey! No talkin' now! Unless you want a beatin'! " A man in a grey hood stared at the pair.

"What have you done with Levy?!" Droy cried,

"Where is she?!" he tried standing up off his crossed feet, his shirt was grubby, his bandolier's had been taken away,

Weakly he shuffled over to the edge of the shimmering wall, his face pouring with tears at the sight of his best friend.

The hooded figure watched as Droy wrestled with his emotions, becoming uncontrollably upset.

"Hey hey! I haven't even touched you yet." Pulling out his sword,

"S-sto-p!" Jet tried to cry out

Mim took a step forward to Droy in the magical cell, "I'm going to enjoy this."

He threw his sword above his head, throwing it down in a cracking motion, Droy let out a blood curdling scream.

Blood splattered up against the walls.

Mim thrust his fist through the magical cell, yanking out Droy, his back bleeding profusely,

"Stop cryin' would you?!" Mim started to cackle, dragging Droy by his head and hair out of the cell room.

"D-roy...I-m So-rry be str-ong..." Jet struggled to roll over looking up at where he was being taken to.

Droy's shrieking started to fill the cell room moments later, He was blinded, he didn't know where the next attack would be.

His body stung, he could smell the metal of his blood, he felt the sensation pouring from his open wounds.

Continuously beaten for what seemed like hours, he didn't even know why.

"Wh-y" Droy tried to get out "-re you do-ing this?" catching his breath in between punches, kicks and sword swipes.

He could no longer hold his stamina any longer, his hands bound, he held them to his stomach as he fell to the ground grunting.

He heard footsteps running rapidly towards him he tried to let himself go loose to lessen the anticipated pain. He wheezed as he was kicked in the ribs, it felt like one had broken he thought, he began coughing,

"No so tough are ya Fairy Boy?" Mim laughed manically.

Again, and again, the foot kicking his stomach and ribs "ha ha ha!"

"Mim put him back instantly!"

Droy's vision started coming back, blood had dripped into his eyes, stinging, he couldn't see clearly, but he finally saw the room he was in. It was bright stoned walls, lined with mortar, several candles ran around the circular room, along various walls hung weapon racks, he assumed were used in torture, along with other menacing looking appliances.

The man who stood above him no longer had a cloak on his body was heaving from the beatings, it was sweating heavily, his grey hair stuck to his head going down to his shoulders, his eyes.

He had no eyes, where they should of existed they were simply void of anything.

"Haha! You do ruin the fun Kik" yanking Droy off the floor by the hair once more, he dragged him along the floor, leaving large pools of blood, back to the cell.

Jet had managed to lean his back against the wall and look at Droy, his shirt was no longer white. It was stained a deep red, His chequered trousers were ripped at the knees, He was loosing a lot of blood, but not enough to kill him any time soon, just enough to keep him in perceptual agony and submission.

"D-roy... Levy is safe... I know it..." Jet caught his breath, his chest and throat hurt after being strangled.

"I'm- Sure Gajeel saved her..." Just the thought that she might be safe, made him feel at ease. In fact he had no idea where Levy was, he hadn't heard a single female voice since awaking.

"She... Is our Levy..." Droy struggled to get out "W-we mus- sur-ive 'til then..." wheezing.

They looked at each other from across the room, hoping that Gajeel could rescue Levy for them.

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"Now I must insist you finish the transcription Miss McGarden." Naraba stood in front of a bound Levy,

"I really don't want to start getting angry with such a beautiful woman" his hand pulled a few locks into his fingers,

Like silk...

He sniffed he locks, shuddering at the smell of the young woman.

Levy couldn't fathom how such a gentleman looked like a monster now, his muscular thin frame looming over her. She was terrified, his body stank of death and blood. She turned away as he took her hair into his fingers.

"I see. Then I shall have to try something else" his face hardened, turning around, looking at a small black hooded man, and nodded, he pulled back a large wooden door in the cave.

It was hidden deep in the mountains, several chambers separated them from the entrance.

"Oh no!" she cried, she couldn't take her eyes off what she saw, "Please! Don't!"

"So I take it we have a deal then Miss McGarden?" her hazel eyes were flooding, nodding silently, she couldn't avert her eyes from the scene in front of her.

Naraba nodded again, the wooden door was closed forcefully, the man stood grinning with pleasure as he held a blooded sword, dripping onto the floor beneath his feet.

He picked Levy up by the scruff, yelping in pain, she tried to stifle it, she must remain strong.

For everyone. Even though she felt so weak. So tiny.

"Now I realise... that I never truly gave you a time frame... Miss... Levy" licking his lips at her tiny frame as she hung in his grasp helplessly.

"But I must confess you are certainly exceeding my expectations. In almost a day you have worked out a large proportion of the text!, I am surprised my sweet!" Throwing Levy onto the ground she squeaked,

"Oh do Shut up!" he threw a punch at her, hitting her square on the cheek, almost breaking the bones.

Levy opened up her soul, screaming loudly, Naraba grabbed her by the throat with one hand, "My My... Levy... " his fist clenched around her trachea.

"I do wish you'd stay quiet" his voice becoming gravely, his eyes bore into hers, dark and unknowing, but full of hatred.

The man in the black hood had appeared behind him,

"Hanashimasu" his voice sounding raspy.

Levy tried to let out a scream as he tightened his grip on her "Much better... leave us now Han." Naraba ordered.

The man bowed and obeyed, walking back towards the wooden door he had just opened, and returning inside.

Letting go of Levy he threw her onto the floor, "you'll find all the things you need in here, I expect results quickly!" he left abruptly.

Closing the wooden door to her own personal hell, she was now sealed in, opposite to the other one... That she desperately wanted to be near. She sat, curled up, and cried silently she was all alone, hurt and afraid. She couldn't even cry out like she wanted to .

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"Lily, could you take us to where you last saw everyone when we arrived?" Erza looked at Lily, sitting on Lucy's lap, he was looking much better after tiring himself out trying to reach the guild.

"Oh we could use Natsu!" Lucy thought, whilst interrupting.

"Natsu?" Gray asked, "How?"

"Mmm... He has a really good nose if I remember?" Lucy went, putting her finger into the air thoughtfully.

"Oh you're right Lucy!" Erza exclaimed, slamming her fist into her palm. Her armour rattling slightly.

"So we use him like a bloodhound?" Gray smirked

"Exactly!" Lucy felt proud of herself, "Oh... Wendy, why didn't you use Troia on Natsu?"

Wendy looked down at the train floor.

"Natsu-san agreed that I shouldn't use it frequently on him... Or it won't be as effective..." she trailed off.

"blergh... Y-yes..." Natsu managed to get out, his face bulged on Lucy shoulder as he struggled coping with the train.

"Never a-gain..." drooling slightly on Lucy's arm.

Lucy sighed,

The things you do for your nakama...

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Hope you enjoyed this chapter, definitely going to be three chapters! Sorry guys!