Nashi

Dear Diary,

I can't believe it's been almost a month since we've been here. It feels like it was just yesterday that we were all together in that house and wondering what it would be like to be with our families. And here we are.

It hasn't been easy. It took us a while to be able to really open up to them, although some of us found it easier than others. Silver is still being stubborn, but Lynne and Juvia are almost inseparable. Gray has been doing his best with Silver but no matter what the moron just pushes him away. Elena is actually doing the best out of all of us. Erza has been amazing with her, so much so that Elena almost seems like she is a normal girl. If you just met her today, you would never know that she was feral just a short time ago. Of course, it helped that her father showed up a few days after we got here. I'll never forget the look on his face when he saw them. I have to smile when I think about it.

I sat up from my seat and stretched my back out. It was still hurting from the job we did yesterday. Mom kept trying to get me to see Wendy and have her heal me, but I refused. This pain was nothing, I had much worse. I flexed my hand a few times then bent back down.

Going on jobs is fun. We have been able to learn so much from doing them. Of course it helps that the people that we are with have magic similar to ours and they can give us pointers. My dad has been very helpful with my magic, I never thought I could be as strong as I am now. Thinking back though, he probably wishing I had Castor's power. You see, Castor inherited his father's take-over magic. But instead of the beast take-over power that his father has, well, let's just say that there were some interesting creatures in the bubble Castor was in. The first time he showed the guild his take-over I thought my dad was going to explode.

Mina isn't as much of a bitch anymore, she still tries to pick fights every now and then but not as much as she did before. Her mom didn't even try to calm her down, it just happened by being around her. That woman just had that effect on us, all she had to do was smile at us and we would calm down.

So much has happened to us, diary, that it's hard to write everything down. My nightmares are gone, and I finally feel like I have a real home. I couldn't imagine anything better than what we have now. It definitely couldn't be worse than what we have already been through. I just hoped that this wasn't some dream, because if it is, I don't ever want to wake up.

Well, diary, my mother is call for me. Dinner must be almost done. I'll be back later and tell you more about this last month. That is, if I can find the right words.

I put my pen down and closed the raggedy diary. I tried to give the thing back several times, but my mother kept pushing it back at me. Today was the first time I decided to write in it. There had been several times I sat down to write, but I could never find the right words, but for some reason I could today.

"Nashi!" she called to me again. I stood and pushed the chair under the small writing desk. I left my little room and shuffled into the main part of the house to see my mother still busy in the kitchen. I sighed, she did this every time. She called me like dinner was ready and getting cold but she was actually still working on it. I started to sit at the table but Happy flew up and into my face.

"NASHI! You can't sit yet!" he shouted.

"Why?" I asked, exasperated by this flying blue cat.

"Because, if you do, then she will start screaming at us! You don't want her screaming do you?" He took my face in his paws and squished my cheeks together.

"You are insane." My voice was muffled as I spoke. He leaned in to say something else to me, but stopped and flew back with a screech when a cooking utensil went flying at his head.

"Stop being such a weirdo!" My mother yelled out. I turned and saw her standing there with a hand on her hip and her other hand suspiciously empty while it hung in the air. "Why don't you go find Natsu or something!"

"Aye sir!" He gave her a salute and then shot out of the door.

My mother grumbled under her breath as she turned back to the stove and our dinner. "Do you need any help?" I asked her.

"Nope. I got it under total control." She gave me a smile as she stirred the pot of stew. I knew she would give that answer, but I asked her anyway. I did almost every night when she cooked us dinner. It didn't feel right for her to do all of the cooking, but if she wouldn't let me help then my hands were tied. I took the seat that the stupid cat told me not to take, and rested my elbows on the table. I watched my mother while she cooked. There was a peaceful look on her face as she went about it, like she was right where she wanted to be. I smiled, because I was right where I wanted to be too.

I yawned and set my head down on the table. That was odd, I shouldn't be this tired. It didn't matter, as soon as we finished eating my dad was going to take me out for some more training. I loved our training sessions. They were great work outs, and I felt so energized after. So being tired now was nothing to worry about. I heard my mom ask me something but I could just grunt. The tiredness washed over me and I couldn't move a single muscle. I could faintly hear the first patters of rain on the house and then before I knew it, I was sound asleep.

Silver

I felt something cold against my face. I raised a hand up and rolled over, then wondered why I was lying on the ground. I didn't want to open my eyes, not yet. I let my mind wander back and think about the last thing I remembered. I was walking down the street with Lynne and our parents when all of a sudden I felt so tired I had to sit down. I could vaguely see Lynne a few feet away from be also sitting down on the ground and fighting to keep her eyes open. I threw a hand out to grab on to the nearest thing and when I looked over I saw that I had grabbed him.

He was looking at me with concern, and his lips moved but I heard nothing. I went to just blink, and the I was here. I needed to open my eyes. I had to know where I was.

As soon as I opened them, I closed them back, squeezing them as tightly as I could. I knew that was going to be a bad idea. I didn't know what was going on, but this was some kind of nightmare. I thought that maybe if I kept my eyes shut, then eventually I would wake up and be back with them. I couldn't be here. I felt the first hot tears slide down my face when I heard an all too familiar sound.

The room I was in was one that haunted my nightmares, with the dirt floor and the thin blanket that served as a bed. The cave-like walls surrounded me and made everything echo, just like the knock on my door.

Knock…..knock…knock

The sound echoed and made my heart beat so hard I thought it would beat right out of my chest. It isn't real! I said to myself. I said it over and over again, trying to convince myself that it was just another nightmare, and that I wasn't back there.

Knock…knock…knock

I raised my hands to my head and covered my hears. I couldn't hear it. That knocking that tormented me for six years, I couldn't hear it. Because it wasn't real. "It isn't real." I gritted, my mouth clenched so tightly that it was almost locked shut.

Creeeeeeeeeeek

The door opened and I heard heavy footsteps come into the room. The person stopped just inside the door. I didn't look at him. "It isn't real." It was louder. I had to wake up, and soon. He took another step, and then another and another. I could hear his breathing now, he was too close to me. "It isn't REAL!" I was shouting now, I didn't even realize I could.

The tip of his foot touched the top of my head and I jerked. I jumped up and shoved myself in the corner of the room, my eyes still closed. "It isn't real…it isn't real…it isn't real…" I kept saying it over and over with my hands still over my ears. I did everything I could to deny where I was. I couldn't be here, not anymore. I was freed from this place. Pops pulled me out, and he gave me a family again. He gave me a reason to keep moving forward, so I couldn't be here.

He reached out and grabbed the collar of my shirt and lifted me to my feet. I finally opened my eyes again and looked him in the face. He was just as ugly as he was before, but for some reason now he looked even scarier than he used to. His sharpened teeth and scarred lips made me shiver, but it was the bloodthirsty look in his eyes that made my heart stutter. He touched my face briefly and the pulled one of my hands away from my ear. He leaned in close and whispered "It is real."

I felt the cold metal around my neck right before I heard the click of it snapping shut. I touched it with a trembling hand and I wanted to scream. It was the collar again, the same damn collar that renders me completely useless. I have no power, I have nothing now.

I fell to my knees and threw up in the dirt. The man leaned down and took a handful of my hair. "Welcome home." He growled and the began to drag me out of my cell, screaming.

Pops

Excellent! I thought to myself as I watched the ten lacrima that were spread out in front of me. Everything was coming together just as I had planned. The first part of the plan was more successful that I thought it would be, but then to be able to pull this off. It made me downright giddy. I felt the giggle build up in my throat before I could stop it. I leaned back in my chair and let the giggle turn into a full out laugh. The person standing behind me made a noise that I ignored and I continued to laugh at the stupidity and weakness of the guild Fairy Tail. They couldn't even stop me from taking their children the first time, they never stood a chance against me a second time.

"Noran" I barked at the man. "I think it's time to move to phase two." When he didn't respond I turned my chair around to look at him. He was standing there and staring at the screens. "What are you doing?"

"Sir, I'm not so sure about this idea of yours." His usually brisk way of speaking was slowed down and careful now.

"I don't recall asking for your opinion." I told him. I stood and glided over to him. I towered over him but he showed no signs of fear. He turned his eyes away from the screens and to me.

"I know, sir, but I don't think I can stand here and just watch this. Haven't they been through enough?"

I reared back and back-handed him so hard he crashed to the ground and ended up by the far wall. "You are the one who suggested I use these worlds! YOU MADE THEM!" I screamed at him. I picked him up and slammed him back into the wall. "You are the reason they are they to begin with!" I snarled in his face.

"No, sir." He strained to get out. "You are the reason they are there."

I squeezed his throat with the rage pouring through my veins. "You will not ruin this for me!" his face started to turn a bright red, and then it turned lighter. He struggled with my hands around his neck, scratching at them to get them off, but I was much too strong for him. I squeezed even harder and watched his face get lighter. His lips turned a nice shade of blue and then he stopped struggling. I let go and he fell hard to the ground.

I stood there for a moment and took a few deep breaths. It's ok! I told myself. It's just a slight hiccup. I lifted my head and closed my eyes. The feeling of joy slowly returned to me as I remembered that I didn't actually need him. The things that he was supposed to do could be done by others. It was just easier to have him do them. No matter.

I moved back to the lacrima and then gathered them up. I placed them inside a box and then I left the room. I would have to do the next part myself it seemed. It was time.

It was time to make Fairy Tail suffer again.