Exiting the cave was nothing special. He turned to look at his younger brother, but found the boy troubled. Their parents were just arguing and he figured that the best thing to do would be to leave. Getting Viktor away from the screaming match was a priority. The boy was just going used to their family. The last thing the boy needed was fighting.

Viktor took a deep breath as he looked up at the sky. "I sometimes forget what the sky looks like."

He let out a short laugh. "It's not that bad. Besides, it's just how we live."

"I know but it's strange when the only time you get to see the sky is when the suns down. I miss the warmth." Vik said scanning the sky.

He looked up as well, focusing on a couple of clouds. "Someday it won't have to be this way. We can come up here whenever we want to, but until that dirty bag is pushing up daisies we are stuck underground."

A small smile came to Vik's face. "I just want to live my life."

He cocked an eyebrow at his brother, but Vik didn't look back at him.

"Just for once, I want to make up my own rules. No bowing, no masters, no following orders, what a life that would me. I could do what I want, instead of listening to someone else."

"Isn't that what you're doing now?" He questioned.

"Kind of. I'm still going to be answering to you and our parents. It's more like I want to find myself. I just want to know who I am."

He felt himself smile. "You're just asking all of the thought provoking questions today."

The boy's eyes finally left the sky, looking over at him. "What's wrong with doing that?"

"Oh, there's nothing wrong with that. We all have those questions. Heck, I used to ask myself that all of the time." He wanted to reassure the boy.

"Really? I thought you had everything all figured out." Vik looked a little shocked.

He sighed. "Before I came here I had no idea who I was. I was on our older brother's team. We were friends, but I always took a back seat to him. We didn't know we were brothers. I was never given any special treatment like he did from our grandfather. I just didn't know where I fit in. Dad and Pops showed up and all of that changed."

Vik leaned his head to the side. "I thought that you and that guy made up?"

"We did, but that doesn't change the past. If I had never moved away from Laxus, I may have never figured out my purpose in this world. The answer to the big question of who I am. Give it time. You'll figure it out as well."

Vik seemed to ponder that. "Maybe you would have, but it just wouldn't be the same."

"I seriously doubt that. Now come on, we have some training to do." The boy gave him a curious look. He really wanted to laugh, not that long ago he was in the same position as his brother. Going into training, not know what his parents had planned for the day. The endless hours of trying to get separate things down. And he wasn't starting from scratch like Vik was. This would be a bumpy road for the teenager.

He started to lead the way to the training area. He knew nothing about Ivan's kind of magic, but he could get the boy up to some level of physical training. He looked over at a cement block with loathing. He would not inflict that torture on his brother. He would leave that to his parents.

Instead, he looked over to the wall climber. "Why don't you work on climbing that thing?"

Vik stared at it for a second. Before starting.

"Pace yourself if you have to. I gave you the easy one. Just remember that if you see that cement block over there." He pointed at it and Vik looked over at it. "Run away. That thing is the worst torture ever."

Half way up, Vik answered down. "How is it so bad? It's just a block."

"Try balancing on it for hours on end, either on one leg or one arm."

The boy almost let go of the rope in shock. "What…but that's insane!"

"Try telling them that." He glared at the block, wanting to just get rid of the nasty thing. He smirked to himself, knowing it would be a while before his parents came out here. "Hey, come back down. I got an idea."

Vik looked at him confused, but then looked scared as he led him to the block. "But I thought you said…"

"Want to help me get rid of it. Dad and Pops won't be out here for a while. I can at least delay it for you."

Suddenly, Vik smirked at him. "So what do we do?"

He snapped his knuckles. "I guess we just use some magic." His eyes flashed to their normal shade of green.

"But I can't use magic yet."

"Reach inside yourself and you'll find it. You can use it in our strange state, so you should be able to pull it out of yourself."

The boy looked unsure. "I don't know."

"Close your eyes."

"Why?"

"Vik just listen to me, close your eyes and clear your mind."

The boy gave him a confused look, but did what he asked.

"Just listen to my voice. After you have cleared your mind, look for a flashing ball of light, your magic should be there. Take deep breaths if you have to."

Slowly around them the forest went dark. He couldn't see the sky if he tried. There were no walls, no ceiling, just darkness. Using his eyes, he could barely make out Vik. The boy looked fine as he opened his eyes and looked around.

"What is this?"

He smirked, even though he boy couldn't see it. "This is your magic. Now see if you can turn the lights on."

Vik walked around touching the something. It wasn't until the room started to brighten that he saw that it was the edge.

As he looked around, he was surprised to see the amount of weaponry along the walls. He gave his younger brother a questioning look.

Vik sighed. "I used to be an assassin, remember."

He nodded. It was a fact he knew, but he had never really come face to face with that Vik. Only Fairy Tail had seen that side of his younger brother.

Looking along the wall, he tried to see if the boy had anything that would help them with their task away.

Vik walked by the wall, grabbing a pick axe.

"Why do you have a pick axe in here?"

"Well, I had to move around a lot on missions, you never know what you'll need."

"So should we get started?" He said as the walls disappeared.

Both of them smirked as they glared down at the cement block. Its days were numbered.


Carma seemed to float about the apartment. The smell had finally aired out, but Warner was slightly grumpy. She giggled to herself as he sat on the couch across from her uncle.

Jose had been thrilled at her news, jumping for joy when she told him. The man had always been kind to her, but Warner was another story. Jose practically loathed him, but he was treating him a little better with the news of the baby.

Warner on the other hand was on edge. While the man was definitely happy with being a father, he was adjusting to a world without cigarettes. Just a slight noise would set him off. It had to be hard. The man used to smoke at least 4 packs a day and he had quit cold turkey.

"I'm glad that you are finally doing something about that nasty habit of yours." Jose said in a mocking tone. She could tell that her uncle didn't believe that Warner had it in him. That he would give in to the temptation and start smoking again.

Warner leaned back into the couch, crossing him arm as his eyebrow twitched. He said nothing, she could tell he was holding back.

"Uncle, please don't talk down to Warner. He's trying and that's more than I can ask for."

She watched him relax a little with her words.

Jose just smirked. "I know Carma, but habits like that are hard to concur. I was just wondering if the boy has it in him."

That was it, Warner's patience was dried up. "I've concurred worse. This will be a piece of cake OLD man"

She sighed, face palming. The two of them would never be able to get along. Pigs would fly before that happened.

"Why don't I make us something?" She said trying to clear the air.

Both men turned to her, their glares fading. Neither of them could be mad at her. Warner pulled himself off of the couch. "Let me help you."

She knew he was no help in the kitchen, but she would allow him. She knew he need to get away from her uncle and annoying him made him angry and anger with Warner always led to a cigarette.

She nodded at him and he shot her a smile. Her uncle continued to grumble on the couch. "You win this round boy."


Remy laid their spent. Ivan was still breathing heavily. Part of him wanted to get up, but he really didn't want to. Looking over at Ivan who was now cuddling up to him, he decided against it.

"Feel better?" Ivan asked.

He nodded. Too tired to speak. Ivan gave him a small smirk.

He looked around the room, clothes were thrown about. A pair of underwear was on the lampshade while his tie was hanging from the ceiling fan. His memory faded in and out as he remembered how those things had gotten there.

"What are you looking at?" Ivan said, slightly amused.

He pointed up at the tie and Ivan laughed.

"How did that get up there?"

He smirked at his lover. "That's what I'm trying to figure out, I got the underwear pinned down as you're the only one that wears that kind, but that escapes me."

He watch Ivan's eyes travel to the lamp where the underwear hung. The man blushed as he gained his second wind. He no longer felt tired. He flung himself up, straddling his lover's hips. "So how about round two?"


Laxus looked over at his grandfather, he didn't have much time to tell him about what had happened. Rosa was always around and there just wasn't time.

The girl gave him one of her strange smiles, but he just ignored her. Sure he wanted her to get closer to someone that wasn't the King. So she could have a normal life, but he didn't want to be the one she got close to. After seeing what 55 could do, he didn't want to end up with his head on a stick.

His grandfather still seemed very calm about this, he wondered how he could do that. Maybe it was something with his age.

The other guild members were treating her kindly. Many of them just excited to see a new face.

Suddenly she froze in the middle of the floor, her eyes went wide as he felt a pang of fear. She looked around the guild before turning to his grandfather. She said something quickly before sprinting out the door. He wondered what that was all about.


The King smirked as he looked down. Today was a good one indeed, but he needed 32 back for this. She would be able to get it out of him.

On the floor at 25's feet laid a man who was knocked out. A man from the guild he hated. This man would tell him everything he needed to know. As soon as 32 got here Raven Tail's time would be up.

To Be Continued…

Author's Note

DUN DUN DUNNNN…..

If you haven't already, submit a name for the baby of Warner and Carma. I will be setting up the poll for it next week.