A/N: I'm so sorry for the wait! I had a lot of school homework, mainly social studies, plus my brother kept taking the laptop for his own homework. _ _ Not to mention fanfiction decided to be a jerk again, and let me access everything except the log in screen. D: Ah well, at least the chapter's long. ^^'
KatrinaKHR27: Glad you liked the chapter. Tsuna's fait will soon be revealed. (At least I think it's soon. ^^') Anyways, I'll probably give Natsu and Tsuna another chance at battle together. :3
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Enough of my rambling then. Enjoy chapter Decimo! xD
Yamamoto and Erza landed heavily on a floor, not having had enough time to stop their fall. They stood up slightly pained, and immediately looked around. The room they were in was rectangular, with a very high ceiling, and they were thankful that they didn't get hurt anymore than they did from the long fall. The wall, floor, and even ceiling all looked to be made of steel, with random scraps lying around. Wires ranging in thickness from very fine to at least the size of golf balls snaked across the floor, and would be rather easy to trip over. All in all, the room was rather… messy, and looked like something Spanner would probably live in. Blinking, they looked up to where they had fallen from, only to discover the whole ceiling perfectly smooth. Not a single crack, bulge, or even hinge was in sight.
"Hahaha, well, this is unexpected," Yamamoto laughed, rubbing the back of his head casually. Erza was still looking around, but stopped when she heard his voice. She glanced at him before examining the walls.
"Yeah, but we need to figure out how to get back to the others now," she replied after a moment, and Yamamoto looked around too, both still standing in the middle of the floor where they had fallen. A sound broke through the silence however, and their eyes widened slightly as the ground at the far side began to bulge. With a sickening groan, it finally sprung apart, and a figure leaped out. Before he could fall back through the floor, the ground immediately closed again, and he landed on it with not a single crack or disturbance in sight, just like the ceiling. The man was wearing a deep red cloak, though the hood was pulled down, revealing slightly long, dirty blond hair with chin length bangs parted in the middle. Cold, grey eyes stared back at them, calculating something silently.
"Whoa~ Sugoi! (1) What kind of special effect was that?" Yamamoto asked, smiling. Erza glanced at him out of the corner of her eye, sweat dropping at how dense the baseball player was. The enemy merely chose to ignore the question, and mainly addressed Erza instead when he spoke, labeling Yamamoto –accurately– an idiot.
"Fairy Tail's Titania and Vongola's Rain guardian, I presume?" he asked, and Erza's eyes narrowed at him. Even Yamamoto's smile dropped, as he realized that something was up, especially if the man knew about them. Erza was understandable, but to know about the Vongola meant danger.
"Hmph, this shouldn't take long," he muttered to himself, and Erza and Yamamoto could feel a killing intent beginning to leak from the guy. Reacting quickly, Yamamoto already had his Vongola gear activated, the two swords in hand. A flash of light, and soon Erza was equipped with a white and pale blue-based outfit. A headband with bows on either end adorned her head, and large shoulder guards were also added. Her gauntlets were now thicker, and she had single piece outfit, the end splitting into a few sections, almost like flower petals. She had stockings reaching up to her mid thighs on underneath slightly shorter armour covering her legs and feet. Her hair was drawn back in long braid with a single large, blue bead at the end, a few strands free and still hanging in front of her shoulders. In her hand was a long staff, the end of it topped with a large circle, two prongs that almost looked claw like emerging from the top.
"Lightning Empress Armour," she stated, as the glow faded away. Yamamoto whistled in awe, before turning his attention back to the enemy. He rushed forwards, swinging down one blade. As expected, the enemy jumped back to avoid the hit, and as he landed the sword wielder smashed a hilt into his gut. The figure leaned over and coughed, and no sooner did Yamamoto dash away did a large lightning strike attack the man, causing him to yell out in pain. Yamamoto took a few paces back so he was beside Erza, and it seemed that the attack had set fire to the cloak, bright red flames engulfing it. The man quickly ripped it off of his body and threw it to the side, where it continued to burn into ashes. The green dress-shirt he wore underneath was now slightly singed, as were his black pants and matching hiking boots. But what shocked them were his hands, which were previously covered by the sleeves of the coat. They were completely metallic, the silver only ending a bit past his wrists. It was easy to tell that they weren't gloves, and rather his actual hands.
"Hmph, I guess I shouldn't have let my guard down like that. Ah well," the man spoke up again, giving them a shrug, before staring intently at the two sword wielders, though one currently had a staff of course.
"Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Milo Granite, one of Master Tarasu's most trusted and powerful members. As I'm sure you've noticed, my hands are of a cyborg nature. You can of course, blame the light guilds for that," he added, but did not elaborate. Suddenly, he jerked his hands upwards, and Yamamoto felt his foot pulled out from underneath him, resulting in him hanging upside by one leg. A quick glance over to his side confirmed that Erza too had been caught, her staff having clattered to the ground unlike Yamamoto's sword, which was still clasped firmly in his hands.
Looking down at his feet, he saw a thick mass of wires surrounding his ankle, holding him in place above the ground, no longer lying on the floor. He raised his blade and swung it swiftly at them, the thin metal severing. He landed harshly on his back, grin back in place though, as he let out a pained chuckle. Quickly righting himself to his feet, he raised his arm so he could cut Erza free. As he moved to swing his arm though, he felt resistance, and glancing back saw more wires now firmly holding his arm in place. Multiple other strands shot forwards, immobilizing all of the baseball player's limbs, and soon others attacked his neck, choking him slightly. He glanced over at where Milo was, to see him calmly striding forwards, heading towards the two trapped sword wielders. Yamamoto's mouth turned into a nervous grin, and a bit of cold sweat gathered on his forehead as the wires on his right hand tightened, forcing him to also drop his weapon.
"Not good." He choked out.
In the room where Tarasu sat, coughs and gasps ran out around the room. Enrico had stopped his attack a few seconds ago, and Tsuna now hung panting, coughing as the air filled his lungs after the extreme pain. His head felt like it was going to split for the past half hour of torture, and he felt confusion as to what they were hoping to accomplish with this. Now as he glanced up though, his mind felt oddly blank, almost empty, as the last few thoughts he had had flew out of his mind as well. His eyes glazed over slightly, and he glanced at the two people in front of him, both men having smirks plastered on their faces. He tried to remember their names, and he searched through his empty mind to find them. He glanced at the one sitting, and the name 'Tarasu' popped up, which he assumed to be right. He looked at Tarasu's companion, the one that had… what had he done? Tsuna felt like he should know, but as he tried to recall something in his now only slightly pulsing head, he couldn't remember. 'Enrico', was it? He nodded slightly in conformation of the name. But… why did he feel such ill temper towards them? They hadn't done anything. He glanced at his still bound wrists. Okay, maybe they might've, but it couldn't be something bad enough for him to feel this burning hate and rage inside of himself at the sight of them, could it?
As he was lost in his thoughts, he failed to notice the two men now exchanging words.
"Is it done?" Tarasu asked, slightly impatiently. As much as he had enjoyed the screams emitting from Tsuna's mouth, he could only listen for so long without doing anything.
"Not yet. The process is only half complete. I need to input next now that I've erased them, though that'll take a lot longer than the first phase. Once it's done though, it will be flawless."
"Why did you stop then, instead of just going straight forwards?" the man questioned, annoyed further.
"If I did the whole thing all at once, there would be a higher chance for errors, plus he might suffer brain damage. I, too, also need to rest to restore my magic power for the next step. Even if I gained the ability via machine, it's still limited to my power like yours," Enrico responded, scratching his blond hair lightly. Tarasu shot him a look of frustration, but didn't say anything. Instead, he just let out a rather loud sigh, before standing up, his chair scratching the floor slightly as it was pushed back from the sudden movement.
"Well then, I can't stand waiting around here any longer. I'll trust you to finish up here. I'll be back in an hour to check up on you though."
Enrico nodded in conformation, and the black haired man swept past him. He glanced over at Tsuna as he passed, the brunette only staring back at him blankly. Giving a small chuckle, he continued on his way, and soon stepped out of the room, the brighter light only flooding the place for a moment before the doors closed again, shutting the two remaining people in a dark gloom again. Enrico sighed, and plopped himself down on a chair around the table, slowly feeling his new found magic powers flooding back into him, though it would take at least five minutes to restore enough for the second phase. He glanced at Tsuna, who seemed to be lost in though again, though Enrico had to wonder what he could possibly think about in that near empty mind of his. The only thoughts and memories he could access now were all info and statistics, nothing else. He felt a small smile grace his lips though, albeit a cruel one, and the Vongola heir stared back at him, completely non-suspicious. A laugh ran out from his mouth, echoing around the room, before his eyes returned to the helpless teen in front of him. His smile grew into a grin, and he knew his plan would work, and he would finally restore the Serato family to its original glory.
Erza saw Yamamoto soon immobilized again by wires, and Milo strode towards the two. She closed her eyes and concentrated. The only sound in the room currently was the slow tapping of the enemy's footsteps, and soon they were nearby. Drawing out energy from within her body, she felt the familiar surge of magic go through her body, and she tensed as she felt her clothing alight from her body. Faint glimpses of light shone through her eyelids, but it quickly died down. She lashed out one of her swords, and landed gracefully on her feet unlike Yamamoto. Snapping her eyes open again, she lashed out two long blades at Milo, who jumped back in mild surprise. He quickly scanned over her new outfit, as she slashed again, this time cutting Yamamoto's bonds. She wore slightly flared red pants, large yellow flame patterns decorating the bottom of them. In her hands she grasped two long, slim, silver blades with gold handles. Her hair was tied up with a green band, two strands of hair hanging free like in her previous outfit. Only white bandages covered her chest, but they were tightly wound, and were securely fixed in place. She glared at the man fiercely, but he only stared back, not even flinching.
Adjusting her grip on the blades slightly, she charged forwards, one of them in an offensive position, while the other defensive. Milo quickly waved his hand, and one of the scrap pieces of metal lying around formed into a thick shield, blocking the sword attack. Erza relentlessly attacked, the strikes seeming never ending, but each one blocked with the thick shield.
Yamamoto's eyes flashed as he watched the battle, and realized Erza was giving him a chance. Masking his presence and footsteps as much as he could, he quickly made his way behind Milo, who was too occupied with Erza to realize his disappearance. Rushing forwards, he raised both blades, and a step away from the best attack spot, Milo spun around. Another shield – not nearly as strong as the other one since it had to be made far quicker – shot in front of him, and Yamamoto's swords clashed into it, the blades crossed and forming an X. While Milo just stared calmly back at the teen, the swordsman smirked, and soon rain flames coated his blade. They gave him the extra push he needed to break through the weak shield, and it cut through the metal easily. Just before they hit Milo, Yamamoto flipped them around so the flat end of the swords hit him, but cuts still appeared over his chest.
Yamamoto's eyes widened as Milo grabbed the blades, and before the rain flames could engulf his hands, equally strong ones flared up, the colour an angry red. Milo smirked at Yamamoto's expression, and soon his own flames flared up, traveling along the blades. The wielder of the swords quickly jumped back, and slowly his rain flames calmed and extinguished the storm flames, luckily before any damage could be done to his weapons. He let out a light sigh of relief.
"That was close! Still, how can you wield storm flames? I thought only Gokudera could that," he asked curiously, blinking rather happily at the man who couldn't care less about killing him. Said man let out an exasperated sigh, burying his fingers in his hair slightly as his head slumped, before glancing back up.
"How the hell can you manage to stay so god damn happy when I'm trying to kill you?" he asked incredulously, but upon only receiving a shrug and laugh from the cheerful teen, he shook his head, deciding that no one would probably be able to figure it out.
"Anyways, some wacky technician from your world had machines invented so that we could harness your flames with these rings," he explained, holding up a ring with angry red fire leaping out of it. It was simple yet elegant, being a shining silver and rather thin, with little patterns inscribed in the sides. Not elaborating further though, he turned over to Erza, who had been about to attack him. He caught her blades with his own hands, strengthened with storm flames and the cyborg parts, before making a tutting noise.
"You shouldn't attack an enemy's back you know, Scarlet. It's rather cowardly. For that you'll be - punished!"
On the last word, which was empathized with the action, he had raised his foot and kicked the redhead squarely in the stomach, sending her skidding back but not before he set fire to her blades. She stared wide-eyed as the flames hungrily tore into the steel, wearing them down.
Seeing her predicament, Yamamoto sent a blast of rain flames towards her, which quickly attacked and over took the enemy's flames. As both flames died out, she raised her blades up to examine them. They had halved in their width and thickness, and were about as good as fencing blades now.
"The storm. Continuously at the heart of the attack, the furious storm that never rests. Judging from that kind of title, it makes sense that the flame's ability is degeneration. So don't be surprised that it's eating away at your weapons. The only reason why Yamamoto's blades are safe is because he has rain flames to counteract them."
Erza glared, and re-quipped; she now donned her Heavens Wheel armour. Another attack ensued, again with Milo blocking with his shield. Yamamoto had also joined in on the fight, but this time the blond man expected this. The swordsman was now deflecting multiple wires that were lashing out at him, as well as occasional knives formed from more scrap metal. In this room, the man clearly had the advantage over them, with him being able to control practically everything. It was easy to tell that his magic gave him control over all of these things, probably machine manipulation.
Yamamoto swung one of his swords again, cutting another wire that had been speeding towards him, which probably would have stabbed him. He stopped for a moment, panting from the effort of defending all the attacks. Erza soon jumped back and landed beside him, also breathing heavily and out of breath. Milo smirked, wires and metal floating around him.
"Ahh, done already? I guess it's about time to end this then. It's rather boring."
He raised his hands, and more scrap of metal came flying forwards, morphing and bending, as they became an entire array of different weapons. As the last one finished melding, the blades all alighted in storm flames. With a mere flick of his hands, they went pelting towards the two younger fighters. They were able to block the first dozen with their own blades, but soon two of them got through to Erza with the aid of the storm flames properties. She let out a pained yell as one of them stabbed into arm, the degeneration effect furthering the wounds damage. The other one hit her leg, and by the time she pulled the two weapons out of the wounds, the damage was rather severe. She felt like she would collapse from the pain, but she gritted her teeth together in determination. She tried to take a step forwards, but with the wound on her leg so fresh, the limb gave out from under her. She growled in pain as her arm bumped against the floor.
Yamamoto quickly whipped his head over to where Erza was in time to see her fall to the ground.
"Erza!" he yelled, but the distraction caused him to lose concentration on his own fight. A dagger quickly embedded into his wrist, hitting one of his nerves and forcing him to drop his blade as he lost control over his left hand. He managed to put out the storm flames with his own rain ones before they could do anything more, but the damage was done. He cried out in pain as a club hit him harshly on the hard, causing him to fall to his knees, a few feet from where Erza was. He heard a laugh ring out, and felt a knife dig into his side, piercing through the skin but miraculously missing his organs. It was removed just as quickly, before the storm flames could even catch fire to any part that they contacted. Yamamoto coughed painfully, blood landing on the ground in front of him, a bit now dripping down from his lips. He pressed his hand to his side, trying to stem the blood flow and though it wasn't very successful, it helped a bit. Another laugh reached his ears, and he raised his head, panting heavily with an uncharacteristic glare planted firmly on his face as his eyes landed on Milo, his vision still slightly blurry from the hit on his head.
"Rather pathetic if I must say, for the strongest female wizard in Fairy Tail and the tenth generation rain guardian," he taunted, striding forward leisurely. He stopped a few feet away from Yamamoto, and in line with Erza, though still with three or four feet away from her. He grinned down at them, before crouching down to their level.
"I though that your new friend would have meant more to you Erza. But you seem to be down pretty quickly. Guess that's the strength of a bond that was made barely over a week ago," he further taunted, but shrugged his shoulders.
"I still have to commend you though. I couldn't have cared less about him if I had only known him for a week. Not sure if I would even bother to go in and help my current comrades actually, and I've known them for years."
He ended his sentence with a laugh, and Erza felt hate and resentment build up inside of her as she glared at the heartless man.
"You bastard, you probably don't even know what a comrade is. I wouldn't be surprised if you're shunned by your parents, and have never had a single friend in your life…" she growled out, but couldn't continue further as one of the weapons, perhaps a switch blade model, dug into her shoulder, and she yelled again as more flames degenerated her muscles around it.
"I'd keep your mouth shut if I were you, Titania. Spare yourself a painful and messy death, would you?" he asked, or moreover growled, an angry glint under-lying his eyes, the comment clearly striking a sore spot. He dropped the anger just as quickly as it had appeared though, and turned slightly to address the other teen that was still bleeding on the ground.
"But the one that really amuses me is you, Yamamoto. I thought that it would be hard to defeat you, but I was wrong. And you've known Tsunayoshi for over a year, too. Wasn't he the first one to actually become your friend, instead of using you for popularity? The one who saved you even from suicide due to your broken arm? Heh, guess that doesn't really matter to you though. If it did, then your flames would have been twice as big."
Yamamoto's eyes turned filled with pain, as the words hit him hard.
'He's right. I should have fought harder for Tsuna's sake. He would have done the same for me, even risking his own life again for me. How many times now has he saved me? And how many times have I managed to protect him back?' Yamamoto though bitterly, a few tears welling up in his eyes. He felt incredible regret now. Regret at not having fought harder. At not having been able to save Tsuna. Milo didn't stop his words though.
"I guess it's kind of expected though."
Yamamoto froze at the words, and looked up at Milo, who had come slightly closer, squatting only a foot away now.
"After all, who would want to hang with 'Dame-Tsuna'? The most useless and unpopular kid in the school?" he asked casually, as if he was talking about the weather instead of bashing someone right in front of their severely injured friend. Yamamoto's eyes grew slightly dark again as the words were uttered, and like Erza, could feel the hate bubbling up in him.
"I'm not sure what the boss could possibly want with that scrawny brat though. He's probably useless anyways."
Yamamoto felt more anger welling up inside of him, as the insults continued. He could stand being insulted himself, but to pick on Tsuna… His head lowered slightly, his bangs casting a dark shadow over his eyes, covering them.
"Don't…" he muttered, and Milo's mindless ramblings stopped, as he looked at Yamamoto in confusion.
"Hm?"
"You don't… insult Tsuna like that," he muttered quietly, but his voice easily pierced through the surroundings. Erza could also hear the words, and her eyes widened slightly in shock as Yamamoto's personality did a complete 180.
"You can bad mouth me all you want, but to do so to Tsuna…"
Milo stood up slowly, taking a cautious step backwards. He jumped in shock as large rain flames suddenly erupted from around the teen, the normally tranquil blue fire licking angrily at the air. His eyes widened further than they had as Yamamoto staggered to his feet, leaning on Kojirou in his sword form for support slightly. The teen raised his head, and Milo saw the rage contained in his eyes.
"To insult Tsuna… is something I can't forgive, unfortunately for you."
As the last words left his mouth, he charged forwards, wounds forgotten. Milo put up a protective shield, but the rain flames angrily attacked it, slowing it down with their effects. It was sent flying, and the one sword he could still hold quickly lashed out, slashing at him, and leaving a long cut across the man's chest. Milo coughed slightly as blood seeped out from the wound, and he realized that Yamamoto had finally turned his blade around to actually inflict damage. The attacks didn't stop though, and he could only dodge enough to avoid serious injuries, as multiple cuts laced his skin now, showing no sign of stopping anytime soon.
Yamamoto glared darkly as the enemy barely avoided his blade. He lashed out in a flash as wires were sent to attack him, and they fell to floor limp. Memories flashed through his mind, awakened from the words that Milo uttered.
Yamamoto stood on the school rooftop, staring at the ground far below him. He felt a small flash of fear, but it was squashed as he glanced at his broken arm. Baseball was all he had in life. He couldn't do anything else. All of his 'friends' only hung out with him because he was popular. In truth, he was lonelier than someone always ignored. He heard the shouts of his classmates and other students behind him, yelling at him not to jump, but he only gave him a pained smile.
"Hey, Yamamoto! This isn't funny!" One of the students called.
"Yeah, this is going too far!" Another one agreed.
"Hah, I'm sorry, but that's not true. Without even baseball, there's nothing left for me," he responded painfully, followed by more cries from his classmates. Suddenly a voice rang out from through the crowd.
"Please stop-!"
It was cut off, and Yamamoto looked behind him to see Tsuna tumble out from the crowd, landing on the ground harshly in front of everyone, rubbing his head slightly in pain.
Yamamoto's rain flames flared even further at this particular memory. He had felt something when he saw Tsuna there, though he wasn't sure what it was. Relief? Happiness? Surprise? He shook his head, and lashed out again, the larger flames cutting slightly deeper than before, which Milo noticed immediately, as he continued to try and defend and attack while still dodging the rapid attacks.
"Tsuna…" Yamamoto uttered out the brunette's name, and Tsuna suddenly seemed to panic as everyone stared at him.
"It's of no use, if you came to stop me," Yamamoto continued, now turned around completely to face the others.
"You should understand my feelings. For someone who always fails everything and is constantly teased, you can understand wanting to die rather than failing everything, right?"
"Um… N-no… You and I are so different…" Tsuna responded, looking down at the ground. Yamamoto glared at him then, and gripped the rooftop's fence tightly.
"How arrogant of Tsuna-sama, hm? Because of your recent achievements, you're better than me now I guess? Sorry for not realising sooner," he spat angrily.
"N-no! It's because I am no good! I'm not like you, I've never put effort into anything, and yesterday I just told you to put more into your practicing so carelessly like that… It's my fault… I'm sorry!" Tsuna stuttered out, bowing slightly. Yamamoto gazed confusedly at him, as the words were uttered.
A knife managed to get through Yamamoto's defenses, slashing at his arm, but he ignored it. The memories were giving him more strength, and a larger resolve. He would definitely get Tsuna back, the boy who had befriended, saved, and enlightened him.
"I've never had thoughts of wanting to die. Someone like me, it never once crossed my mind. Even if I were to die, I would still have regrets from my life, ones I should have fulfilled with my dying will."
Yamamoto chuckled a bit at that, since he now knew what Tsuna meant when he talked about his dying will.
"So, I'm sorry, but I can't understand your feelings, Yamamoto," he finished. Yamamoto gazed at him in shock at the words he had just uttered. Tsuna quickly grew nervous after having said that, and quickly turned around, beginning to run.
"Later!" he yelled, snapping Yamamoto out of it.
"Wait!" the teen responded, quickly reaching out towards the fleeing brunette. He wasn't sure why he did so. Perhaps desperation. Finally there was a person who talked to him like he wasn't some god, or superior person, or someone to use for popularity. It was actually a true, honest speech, not the fake ones from everyone else. Finally, someone reached out to him honestly, not with any hidden motives. Someone spoke honestly to him, not the new baseball star. It was purely to Yamamoto.
The rest was history of course, and ended with all the witnesses thinking that the whole thing was some kind of joke. But still, he gained his first true friend from it, and even more as the weeks passed by. Though Gokudera would probably sooner kill himself than become a friend with him, he added to himself with a chuckle. Returning back to the battle now though, he finally had Milo at his end. The man had multiple cuts lacing his skin, even if Yamamoto could only hold one blade, as his left hand was still useless. Yamamoto's eyes flashed suddenly, and he gave Milo a quick smirk before it dropped again.
"Now, Erza!" he yelled, and Milo went rigid in shock, before turning around. Behind him, Erza stood, though with difficulties as the wound on her leg from before was still throbbing. She smirked at the shocked face, and was once again equipped in her lightning goddess armour. The staff she held gave a final burst of light, before the power that had been charging for a while erupted from the end. While Yamamoto had been attacking, it had given her the perfect chance to get into position. Now the lightning sped towards Milo, who couldn't dodge in time due to shock and the injuries from Yamamoto. It hit him squarely in the chest, and Yamamoto had to jump out of the way as he was sent flying back.
He landed heavily on the ground, and a second later the pain hit from the electrocution. He let out a short yelp, before he bit his tongue until it bled to stop the cry. No sooner had he done this, than the physical exertion became too much, and blackness swarmed his vision as he finally passed out, most likely for quite a while.
Erza had staggered up to stand beside Yamamoto, and the two stood panting from the long fight, before both collapsing onto the ground. Kojirou and Jirou returned to their animal forms, the swallow flapping over and landing on the ground with a worried chirp, while the latter also rushed over, sniffing worriedly at Yamamoto, who laughed and pushed them away. With a bit of reassurance, he got them to return, and he and Erza were left alone.
"Haha, well, at least we won, right~?" Yamamoto asked cheerfully, all former signs of aggression evaporated. Erza only nodded tiredly, blood slowly flowing from her leg wound again. She ripped part of her outfit off, and tied it around the wound tightly, slowing the blood flow mostly. Yamamoto had ripped off a long strip of his own shirt and tied it over his stomach wound by then as well. They both lay down tiredly, catching their breath.
"I don't think we'll be catching up with the others anytime time soon," Erza panted, and Yamamoto just tiredly laughed.
"Yeah…" he muttered, before drifting off to sleep due to exhaustion, Erza soon following.
Tarasu growled as the battle wrapped up, another one of his members failing to kill the Vongola and Fairy Tail wizards. Sighing, he ran a hand through his hair. Deciding it didn't really matter, as long as they were stopped, he snapped his fingers, and the odd screen once again evaporated into mist.
"Cynthia!" he yelled, and the small, but peppy female was soon by his side.
"My turn?" she asked, grinning. Tarasu's mouth formed into a matching grin, as he nodded.
"Ahh. But set up the surveillance for the other rooms first. I don't want to be left blind if you die," he added, and Cynthia formed her mouth into a pout.
"Geez~ I'm not going to fail like those other bimbos. But if you insist," she added, as Tarasu sent her a look. She quickly disappeared again, and Tarasu sighed. He glanced at his watch, and saw that twenty-three minutes had passed since he left Enrico to finish up. He shook his head, before another grin spread over his face, and he laughed, as everything was falling into place perfectly. It was only a matter of time now.
(1) Basically means 'wow' or 'amazing' in Japanese.
A/N: And it's done! Whew, 6096 words. (Haha, 96. xD) That's quite a bit. ^^ Anyways, thank you so much for the reviews. They're my daily ego boost, and fill me with fuzzy feelings. -w- Also thanks to all those who have hit the alert or favourite button. ^^ Please keep reviewing, and don't be afraid to criticize. God knows I need it. xD As always, Natsu will be happy to take any flames off your hands. Until next chapter then. Ciao!
As asked previously, I would like to know everyone's opinion on about writing battles between Fairy Tail and Vongola members. I personally like the idea quite a bit, but I want to hear from you. Even a yes or no will suffice. Arigatou! *bows*