Comfortably Numb
"Let's finish the job."
"Not in a million years… or even beyond that." Makarov's voice echoed throughout the now open roof
The Fairy Tail members' eyes widened in shock. They hadn't even seen the roof's removal let alone Makarov's actions before speaking. It was not as if they could do anything about it though, for their minds locked up at the further increase in magic in their surroundings.
"Ah, Makarov… not quite in the grave yet? Let me fix that for you." A purple aura flared around Jose
"I would love to share banter with you… but you have crossed the line. Every time I have beaten you, I have held back for the sake of your naivety. Those limitations will not apply anymore." Makarov said in a calm whisper that still resonated for hundreds of feet
"Bullshit! You barely won last time and I have grown a good portion stronger! You stand no chance."
"The young never learn. You could have been a model to the youth, yet here you are squandering your power for the sake of personal gain."
"You know if a threat were to arrive that it isn't the weak that will drive it away. It's us!" Jose slung a shadow projectile at Makarov
"No matter, strength isn't just born. It can also be cultivated. Without such measures, you miss on such great potential." the projectile cascaded around a shield of light
"As if, you may make them stronger but with what's coming… you can't make them strong enough…"
Makarov's face darkened as his head lowered. A calm draft spread among the weaker of mages while Jose raised his eyebrow.
"You think I don't know that? If we will never compare to this foe, how could we expect those weaker to do so? I still believe for every 100 duds, I will find power and potential untapped... power that will be useful."
"It is a hopeless belief." Jose dashed towards his fellow Guild Master
"So be it." Makarov stated, body growing to meet Jose's size with the aid of Titan Magic
Seige stood aghast at the fight, watching… no, his eyes were too slow to catch their actual movements. The visuals were just out of his abilities, so he used his other senses. His mind was flooded with so much information that his head throbbed. They moved so fast it streaked across his memory and left holes in his perception of what he was sensing.
"So, this is the true power of a Wizard Saint…"
While he sat in awe, the others looked to be in pain. Sadness was written across their faces. He wondered why. The master had come to save them. Shouldn't they be happy? He frowned. Was he not getting something? He felt a question burning at the tip of his tongue but ignored it. It wasn't the time for questions.
Makarov danced around Jose's attacks, moving like water. Instead of dodging, he worked with the attacks. Jose would punch, Makarov would flow past it and strike with his Titan fists. To call it a fight would be sore and grossly inaccurate. Seige only managed to keep up with the fight in detail once the already weakened Jose slowed further. After a short while, even he at least had to admit that Makarov was toying with Jose. Jose had lost most of his upper halves' clothing in the battle while simultaneously having deep bruises and cuts along every exposed surface. Eventually, Jose submitted to his lack of magic and began to just swing. There was no form for this like his other strikes.
Seige decided that even in this state, he would be capable of killing Jose in a matter of seconds… provided he was in good standing and not wore out as he was.
Makarov caught the Phantom Master's fist with his left hand. Makarov began to levitate with the aid of the wind surrounding him. Jose tried to pull away but found Makarov's grip unbreakable.
"Jose, now. I will forgive your actions if you ask. We could work for the future, and leave this petty rivalry behind us."
Jose's eyes widened in fury.
"You DARE MOCK ME?! Phanom is the strongest guild in Fiore! WE WILL BE THE CHAMPIONS FOR THE TIMES TO COME!"
Makarov's eyes knitted in sorrow.
"If that is how it is… rabid dogs must be put down." Makarov's grip tightened forcing Jose to his knees in pain as well as silencing any response
"Tempest Winds, Golden Halo, Valkyrie's Sword…" Makarov said calmly charging one of his most powerful spells
"Trinity of Destruction!" Makarov boomed, encasing Jose in a ball of wind, which held him for a halo of light to bind him in place
Seige watched every last detail as the holy as a sword materialized and plunged into Jose's heart. He watched as the shocked guild master slowly disintegrated into nothing.
3 Days Later…
Seige stood tall in front of the newly built Guildhall along with the other mages of Fairy Tail. He smiled at the work they did. While he held little attachment to the guild so far, it was definitely growing. That Erza woman interested him. Her curiosity into him didn't go unnoticed, and that is what piqued his interest. He wasn't sure what her purpose in understanding him was, but it definitely drew his curiosity. Natsu was an interesting boy. It seemed just as Metalicana described for Igneel to choose the teen as his host. He could feel something dwelling in there, and it definitely held a power that surpassed any but the most powerful of mages. His eyes turned to Lucy. To be so skilled with spirits was a rarity, and to have so many Golden Keys was honestly a conundrum. It seemed too coincidental. Oddly enough when he turned his eyes to Gray, he sensed nothing but his natural potential. Every other strong mage he had seen had some spark beneath the obvious, though… he seems to have worked for every inch he has climbed.
He realized his core was shrouded to him. He could see through others, but not himself. He sighed as he noticed all the members of the guild had entered. He needed to speak with Makarov.
"This is gonna be a bitch to explain."
He entered the guild hall to find The Master upstairs according to a short glance around the main floor. He took a few steps forward, dodging a stray mug that went flying from the constant brawl going on in the hall. He tipped his hat down to avoid the drink that spilled from it. It slipped off the nigh waterproof fabric in beads. He took his first step up the stairs when he was stopped by the barmaid.
"You're going to ask the master something?" Her voice told him she already knew the answer
She was too observant for her own good.
"Yes… this whole battle has brought up some… unpleasant memories. I need to consult the master on a few things…" He said absentmindedly
Her thin eyebrows knitted in concern as she empathized with him.
"Of course, I'll leave you to it." She said firmly
Seige watched her lithe form head back to the bar. That was an odd reaction, to say the least. He thought for a moment before coming to a conclusion and heading up the stairs. She probably had some trauma involving her past. It seemed every Fairy Tail mage did.
He stood in front of the plain wooden door that lead to Makarov's office. He took a deep breath and knocked.
"Come in!"
He entered to see a paper littered room, half of which was porn mags. His head dropped a bit and his eyebrow shot up at the sight. Turned out the Wizard Saint was a perv. Who would've figured?
"You wish to talk?" Makarov asked patting a stack of scattered papers covering a magazine he was obviously reading moments ago
Seige took half a breath before stopping. The stench in here was unbearable!
"After this deal with Phantom Lord… I have come to realize that my past isn't as settled as I thought. Because of this, I would like to request that I be able to visit Midi. I feel I have a few skeletons in my closet I need to dust off." He said what he rehearsed in his mind a hundred times
"You know… it's not often that Fairy Tail members confront their past. Each master has only served to guide and support the next generation. You, my boy, are the first in my time as guild master to confront their past." Makarov paused for breath, regretting it instantly
"You still have the potential to run away if I release you…" Makarov said calmly
"I won't. I still ha-" Protesting for the sake of his new loyalty
"So, I will send you with Erza. She will stop you if you try to escape and even aid you should you get too far over your head."
"Thank you." Seige said genuinely as Makarov wrote down his orders on a slip of paper before signing it
"Take this to Erza, she'll know how to get you there best with how often she travel's on missions."
"Thank you again Master Makarov." Seige said with a smile, leaving Makarov to his… 'studies'
"So, we are traveling to Midi?" Erza stated rather than asked
"Yes?" Seige said nervously at her flat tone
"Alright. We'll leave at 7 A.M. tomorrow. There's a train that should take us there in about 3 days."
"How do you know that?" Seige asked, bewildered by her seemingly vast and random knowledge set
"I get frequent special requests. With how often I've had to take the train, I decided to memorize its weekly routes."
"I guess that makes sense…" Seige said with thought
Erza turned to head back to her apartment in Fairy Hills when Seige stopped her one last time.
"Would you happen to know where my cuffs are?"
Erza frowned, seemingly disappointed in him.
"I only use them for my job as a bounty hunter!" Seige swore, waving his hands in an attempt to stop her from tearing him apart
"They should still be up in the infirmary in the nightstand next to the bed you stayed in." She said before exiting the guild to pack most likely enormous luggage
He nodded before heading up the stairs to the infirmary. He opened the door to see Natsu and to his surprise Gajeel, both in infirmary beds. They both happened to be sleeping much to his joy. He honestly didn't want to deal with the can of worms that was Gajeel at the moment. He took a few quiet steps forward, careful of the Slayers' hearing and retrieved his cuffs. He gave one last look at Gajeel, smiling at the fine young man he'd become.
He left the infirmary thinking of the past.
A young Seige sat against the cave wall looking at the massive Iron Dragon before him. Despite meeting the beast several hours ago, the feeling of seeing such a grand beast never ceased to amaze him. He honestly felt like he was staring into the sun itself with how grand the dragon was.
"Are you going to continue to stare at me?" The dragon craned his neck over to Seige
"I just can't get over it! A DRAGON!"
"You better. I can sense your energy, and you will work nicely for my plans. You'll be seeing me for the next month and I can't have you freaking out at my presence." The gruff dragon stated, puff of smoke leaving his nostrils
He continued to fanboy over his discovery until a question came to him.
"Who's your son?" He asked before slapping his hand over his mouth
The Dragon would have raised an eyebrow if he had it. He settled on a questioning staredown.
"I decided to take on a human child by the name of Gajeel Redfox."
Seige felt a cold wind pass over him. A human. A dragon took on a human…
"I know that reaction. You have experience with slayers?"
Seige's eyes hardened as he felt conflict build within him.
"Yes." He settled for a short answer
"I can assure you that Dragon Slayers are nothing like their other counterparts. It comes with downsides, but their magic is more stable."
Seige looked reluctantly satisfied. He kept his frown but listened to the Dragon's next words.
"I need your help to prepare for my son's arrival. Without it, there may be issues that I can not foresee."
"... Fine, I'll help."
A/N:
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I really have nothing to say. I can't really give any other reason other than I forgot.
On the bright side, I'm going to be making my own cover art for the story so If I remember to, I'll link to my Deviantart when the time comes. But you guys probably know what to expect by now. I can gladly state I'm not exactly a terrible artist, but I can do some cool stuff if I want.
Anyway, I'm gonna leave you guys here.
See Ya Next Time
