"Whether it's paid in jewels, tears, or body parts, I always get what I'm owed."
- Johannes Bolton, President of the Bolton Company
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Macao Conbolt sighed as he set his tired gaze on the disastrous state of Fairy Tail's guildhall. Twilight Ogre had been particularly vicious in the past couple of months, demanding that they pay more and more of their tremendous debt without hesitating to break a table here and there. Thanks to the thugs' most recent visit, one could mistake the small room for an abandoned junkyard rather than a gathering place for wizards. Destroyed furniture and shattered beer mugs covered nearly every inch of the rotten wood flooring, which would doubtlessly take many dreadful hours to clean up. He sat on a barstool, one of the few left standing, and stared out of a nearby window. Calling the last seven years painful would be an understatement. Following the sudden and horrific disappearance of the Tenrou Team, the remaining wizards in Fairy Tail were left weakened, demoralized, and humiliated, traits that tarnished their reputation in the eyes of the Magic World.
Without their strongest wizards, business ground to a halt, and they were mocked and belittled by practically everyone around them. They were forced to use the little money they did earn to pay off their seemingly endless debt to Twilight Ogre, who now held the position of Magnolia's resident legal guild. From where he was sitting, those scumbags were everything a decent mage stood against. Fairy Tail didn't have the cash to fuel their greed, but their broken little guildhall seemed to satiate their appetite for violence. Some folks say they only agreed to lend the wingless fairies money so they could have an excuse to push them around.
If only Natsu and the others were here right now. They would teach their abusers a lesson they would never forget.
It pained him just thinking about their faces. He missed Natsu's fiery temper, he missed Mirajane's beautiful smile, and believe it or not, he even missed Makarov's constant nagging. He would give almost anything just to see his old friends one more time.
"Why the glum face? I thought senseless violence was the norm around here."
For a split second, Macao thought Twilight Ogre came back for round two, but he recognized the slightly accented voice of his visitor. He turned his head towards the door, but instead of being met with a group of thugs like he'd grown so accustomed to, he was greeted with the casual gaze of a single young man. "Now, I would tell you to drown your sorrows in a bottle of whiskey, but I need you sober for a little while." The older man groaned and made no effort to hide his broken demeanor. This really wasn't what he needed right now. "C'mon, where's that Fairy Tail spirit I've heard so much about? If I wanted frowns and furrowed brows I'd go pay one of my ex-wives a visit."
The colourful individual who interrupted his state of brooding looked rather normal. He had an average height and wore relatively simple clothing. Aside from his muscular build, he could have easily been mistaken for an everyday citizen. Moral of the story, you really shouldn't judge a book by its cover.
"What the hell do you want now? This is a wizard's guild, so take your shady business dealings somewhere else." Macao growled, his eyes narrowing into slits. The man took a long, deliberate look across the empty room. "If this is what an honest living looks like, then you can count me out." He made his way over to the other side of the guildhall (clearly unconcerned with stepping on the shards of glass) and leaned his back against the filthy bar counter. "Where're your buddies? This place looks like a freaking ghost town. Are they out earning an 'honest jewel' to pay back those assholes in Magnolia?" The older man clenched his teeth. "They're out helping people, trying to make a difference, but there's no way in hell you'd be able to understand that. Now, is there a reason why you came slithering through my front door, Bolton?" Despite Macao's hostility, the man's smirk remained plastered on his face.
He reached for an unfished beer bottle sitting abandoned on the counter and took a swig. "For the record, I've done more for this country in the past seven years than all of you wankers put together, but I don't want to talk about that, let's talk about you." Bolton tilted his head to the side, that obnoxious smile growing every second.
"Twilight Ogre. What's the dealio? Looks like you've got a 'douchebag' problem on your hands, Conbolt." The wizard abruptly got to his feet and pointed menacingly in the younger man's direction. "How many times do I need to tell you to mind your own damn business? Fairy Tail doesn't need help from a glorified loan shark!" He put his hands up in mock surrender. "Woah, take it easy, old-timer. Why don't we think logically about this situation?" Macao wished Erza was here right now, she would make him pay for that tongue of his.
"Twilight Ogre's got you by the balls, rookie. Let me handle them. You can work off the rest of your debt to my company. I'll even remove a couple of zeroes for you." He leaned in closer. "This is the best deal you're going to get, Conbolt. I'm far more reasonable than that fat pig, Banaboster. Aren't you sick of being harassed every other day?" The sheer amount of glee in Bolton's tone was certainly off-putting, but this deal of his did sound tempting, to say the least. Getting Twilight Ogre off their backs would be a huge relief, and Romeo could grow up without constantly having to look over his shoulder. "Why are you so dead set on loaning to Fairy Tail specifically? There are countless other guilds out there you can make a quick buck off of." He snorted and put down the bottle he was holding.
"You think this is about the money? This guild was the tits when I was growing up. You guys were always blowing shit up, saving the world, and flipping the bird to the Magic Council. GOD, I miss those days."
The man's smirk faded slightly as he looked around the room. "Seeing what you've been reduced to churns my insides. Now, this isn't an act of charity. I'm tough but fair. Stick with me, and you'll get one more shot at living the dream." There's no way in hell Master Makarov would associate with a man like Bolton, but he was running low on options. How long would it be until it wasn't just furniture Twilight Ogre was breaking? This was the fourth visit he paid their guildhall, and Macao was ashamed to admit it, but the place looked worse every time.
Maybe working for him wouldn't be so bad… but there were the stories to consider. Rumors of how Bolton built his wealth disturbed him greatly, he could easily be worse than Banaboster. The young man decided that something needed to be done about his potential client's uncertainty.
"Do you know what the most underrated animal is?"
Macao looked at him in confusion.
"The rat."
Before he could question Bolton's seemingly random statement, the man continued. "Are they dirty? Yes. Will they bite you? Maybe. But they're quick, cunning, and do whatever it takes to survive." The older wizard just scoffed in amusement. "Really? Is that what you are? A filthy rat?" He clapped his hands together dramatically and squatted. "That's precisely what I am. I was just like you once. Confused, desperate, lost, but I pulled through in the end. Know why? Because I grew a pair and did what I had to do. If a dumb foreigner like me can get this far, then what's your excuse?" With the arrogance, the condescendence, and the patent ruthlessness, Macao didn't see any difference between this man and Laxus when he threatened to destroy Magnolia all those years ago. This would simply be trading one problem for another, probably for the worse. Bolton must have some ulterior motive for helping them out.
"Sod off, boy. Fairy Tail can take care of itself. Don't come back again."
Bolton shrugged as if he was expecting that as his response. "They always crack eventually, especially the poor ones. I'll give you one month tops until you come begging for my help." He pushed himself off the bar counter and stretched his neck. "Those old friends of yours aren't coming back, Conbolt. In fact, I'm the closest thing to a friend you have left. Give me a call when you feel like being a man again."
Macao glared at the obnoxious man as he strode through the wooden remains scattered throughout the floor. When he reached the doorframe, Bolton turned his head and smiled. "One more thing. The Grand Magic Games are coming up. You entering?" The guildmaster snorted. "Of course, you felt the need to rub that in. You know damn well we're in no position to compete! Do you get some sick satisfaction from kicking me when I'm down?"
"Nah, just curious. Guess I'm betting on Sabertooth again. Maybe I'll put in twenty mil this time around. I'm not overly fond of their master, but those boys don't back down from a challenge." What a dick. "Remember this, old-timer, Black Jack's always willing to help penniless bastards in need. I'll get out of your hair. It looks like you've got some cleaning to do." Almost in an instant, Macao found himself alone.
There was no doubt about it. He would sooner catch the Plague than shake hands with "Black" Jack Bolton.
Twenty million jewels.
Twenty freaking million flushed down the toilet like an eight-year-old's goldfish. Jack wasn't exactly doing cartwheels at the moment, but according to his calculations, that money could be earned back before the week was done. He hated losing. It felt even worse than spilling a prized glass of brandy. There were many promising contenders in this year's competition, including the great Lamia Scale and the lovely Mermaid Heel, guilds he would have been more than happy to put his money on.
Bolton was admittedly surprised when he heard Sabertooth, the "mightiest guild beneath the heavens", got their asses kicked. He usually routed for the underdog, but this was just plain stupid. Tenrou Island literally came out of nowhere and returned all those unruly wizards to the shores of Fiore, ruining his chance to make a quick profit.
Jack wished he could have arrived in Crocus a few days earlier. Folks say the battles this year were particularly vicious, which only served to rub salt in his wound. Bed company was entertaining, but nothing pleased him more than some good old-fashion carnage. Sadly, his attention was needed elsewhere. Fairy Tail did it. They reclaimed their status as the kingdom's strongest guild and left their mark on history forever. Geek to sheek, zero to hero, this was a tale he was all too familiar with. Conbolt didn't take the bait. A shame, but the Tenrou Team's valiant return presented new opportunities for the businessman, but he would orchestrate those schemes later. There were more pressing matters to attend to. "What do you think, sir? We had these imported from across the sea. I wanted to try something a little different this time around."
Jack smacked his lips as he put the bottle down. "One of the best drinks that ever blessed my taste buds, Luv. What is it? Antegrien?" The barmaid smiled at the compliment, her cheeks turning a light shade of pink. "Yup, and it's all thanks to you, Mr. Bolton! Oh, that reminds me..." She pulled out a small piece of paper from her back pocket and slid it to Jack's side of the table. It was a check for a solid 500,000 jewels. He raised an eyebrow in confusion. "C'mon, Charlotte, what is that?" She giggled as if he just said something that sounded silly. "Your piece of the profits, of course! We wouldn't be where we are today without your help." Bolton leaned back and plucked the offending document into the air, ripping it in half with one swift motion. Charlotte just looked back in surprise.
"You folks don't owe me a damn thing. Your old man gave me free drinks here when I was a kid. Paying off your landlord was the least I could do." The young barmaid's face deepened from pink to a dark shade of scarlet. "T-Thank you, Jack. No one's ever been this kind to us since we immigrated to Fiore." This was Bolton's favourite place to grab a beer, and he admired the classy ladies who worked there (in more ways than one, of course). Jack simply couldn't bear it if their doors closed for good. He stood up and stretched his legs. "Well, I'll be off now, Charl. Say hi to your pops for me."
The girl quickly took hold of his wrist just as he began to leave, clearly nervous about voicing her thoughts. "Wait! I know we're closing now, but you could s-stay if you want. Maybe we can have another drink together?" Jack gently brought her hand up to his mouth and kissed it, causing Charlotte's eyes to widen. "Another time, sweetheart. I've got a party to crash."
He made his way swiftly out the door and into the bustling city streets, leaving a blushing, love-struck barmaid in his wake.
"LET'S GET WILD!"
Bacchus and the rest of his team from Quatro Cerberus bellowed their trademark catchphrase as they downed yet another round of ale. Despite coming in dead last this year, the rowdy wizards always found an excuse to party, much to the annoyance of the other guilds present. The King certainly went all out in the ballroom this year. Usually, the winning guild would find themselves invited to the Royal Banquet following the Grand Magic Games, but Toma found it blasphemous not to invite them all.
They banded together to defend their beloved home from the unspeakable horrors that emerged through the Eclipse Gate, and for that, he would be eternally grateful. No one thought the guilds of Fiore could work together as a team, especially since they were enemies in the arena just days prior, but anything seemed possible if Fairy Tail led the charge.
The dragons were sent packing back to their own timeline, and instead of enemies, the wizards celebrated together like one big happy family. With a wide selection of delicious foods, a beautiful sounding orchestra, and a big ass chandelier, this shindig had everything you'd expect and more. Many of them had no interest in the finer things in life, but they reveled in the chance to bond with their new comrades.
A certain Dragon Slayer, however, seemed more interested in the food than the company. "Stop eating like a pig, Natsu, the King is watching! You're getting stains all over your shirt!" Lucy's demands fell on deaf ears as her gluttonous friend continued to gorge himself. "Lighten up, Luce. We just saved the world, I'm starving!" The blonde just rolled her eyes as he started chomping on yet another piece of steak. A certain redhead watched from nearby and sighed.
Erza thought about chastising the man for his boorish behaviour, but she decided to keep her sword sheathed. He did destroy the Eclipse Gate, after all, so a celebration was certainly in order. "Your friends are quite… eccentric, to say the least," stated Kagura, who was doubtlessly surprised by the young wizard's appetite. "Yes, well, that's Fairy Tail for you," the knight smiled, "and I wouldn't have it any other way." The other swordswoman nodded in agreement, unable to keep a smile from forming herself.
"Comradery is truly a wonderful thing. You've taught me there's so much more to life than just… vengeance, and it's truly beautiful. I thank you, Titania." Following the conclusion of the Magic War Game, Kagura was almost unrecognizable to the rest of Mermaid Heel. She even started smiling more. To Erza, there was nothing more honourable than the purification of a lost soul. "You're too kind, Kagura. I just did what any other decent wizard would do."
"Nonsense, sweet Erza, that selfless aura shines even brighter than your radiant beauty!"
The knight cringed and reluctantly turned around. "Your parfum is particularly irresistible this evening, may I trouble you for a dance?" Ichiya, Ace of Blue Pegasus and leader of the womanizing Trimens, eagerly extended his hand out in the redhead's direction. Kagura watched in amusement as Erza tried to find a way to phrase her declination without sounding too cruel. "I appreciate the offer, Ichiya, but I have to pass." To his credit, the dramatic wizard seemed unfazed by her rejection. He must have gotten used to those words over the years.
"If you ever change your mind, my dear, you know where to find me." That was a lie. He always showed up in the most unexpected of places. "Now, men, let's take it from the top!" The conductor of the royal orchestra, although irritated that Ichiya requested the same song three times in a row, reluctantly did what he was asked.
"This event will forever be burned in my memory. I don't recall ever seeing our guild so lively before," claimed Rufus, who elegantly poured himself another glass of wine. Sting smiled as he watched his guildmates celebrate. Thanks to Fairy Tail, Sabertooth was able to change for the better. All he could see now were drunken smiles, high contrast to the tears of shame and miserable glares he'd grown so used to seeing throughout his youth. Yes, that was all well and good, but the newly appointed guildmaster couldn't help but worry about a certain woman's safety.
Minerva Orland hasn't been seen since the conclusion of the Magic War Game, and if he had to guess, the woman was overwhelmed with shame, grief, and anguish. There was no doubt that Minerva wasn't the ideal ally, being selfish, manipulative, and in other words, a bitch, but Sting was able to see past that.
To him, she was still the Lady of Sabertooth, and he would pay a hefty price just to get her back. "You seem disturbed, Sting. Why is that?" The blonde just chuckled at Rogue's concerned tone. Even the ferocious Shadow Dragon started to lighten up. For as long as he knew him, Rogue had never been the compassionate type, but ever since Yukino's expulsion, he'd shown a significantly softer side to his guildmates. "It's nothing," he stated calmly, "I just hope Milady's safe out there. God knows what kind of trouble she's in right now." The raven-haired man just sighed. "She wasn't the strongest member of Sabertooth for nothing. I'm sure Minerva will be fine, Sting."
If you asked the blonde Dragon Slayer what his thoughts on Fairy Tail were a couple of weeks ago, he would simply scoff, but seeing them here now made it abundantly clear just how wrong he was. Natsu showed him how strong a family-oriented guild could be when he stormed through their suite just a few days ago. He would have pummeled Jiemma if his daughter didn't interfere.
"Hey, Sting!" Speak of the Devil. A handful of Fairies made their way to the Tigers' side of the ballroom, all wearing those energetic smiles they were so famous for. Sting's mood brightened up immediately at the sight of his new, heroic friends. "Congrats on making Guildmaster, big guy! You better treat your pals right, you hear me?" Natsu playfully swatted the man on the shoulder. "Don't you fret, Saber will be unrecognizable by the time we're done. I'm… sorry for the way we treated you." Erza waved her hand in a carefree manner. "It's all in the past now. From now on, we stand together not as rivals, but as allies. Sabertooth will thrive under your leadership, Sting." Yukino nodded demurely. "Yes, it's a fresh start for us. A true family seems like a wonderful thing to have." Lucy beamed at the Celestial Wizard, it was a relief the girl was beginning to recover from the traumatic humiliation she suffered just a few days prior.
Sting picked up another bottle of wine he was saving and began filling some glasses on a nearby banquet table. "Alright, enough of the sappy crap! One more toast to the Fairies and Tigers!" They clinked their glasses and cheered, cries of joy filled the air in the wake of their revelry. Master Makarov gazed proudly upon his grandchildren from the masterfully crafted bench he was sitting on. In hindsight, it was foolish to doubt their abilities. Not only did they win the Grand Magic Games, but they played a critical role in saving their homeland. He could only imagine how strong they'll be a few years from now. "Enjoy it now Makarov, we'll obliterate you next year!" The old man just smirked at Ooba's claim, which was clearly louder than it needed to be, and took another swig from his mug. "Best of luck with that, old hag. Lamia Scale's impressive, but can you match our fiery spirit?"
The other guildmaster just scowled. "It takes a lot more than spirit, Maky Boy! Mark my words, old Jura's going to crush that Laxus brat someday! Now quit running your gob before I spin you!" The other elders sitting around them shared a hearty laugh as the two bickered back and forth like an old married couple. This evening was perfect, and it seemed like the party was just getting started.
Then he came along, and this, my friends, is where our story begins.
Makarov stopped talking as he sensed an unfamiliar presence nearby. It felt as if he had just eaten something rotten. "Oh my, are you alright Makarov, dear?" questioned Master Bob, his voice dripping with concern. Despite his countless years of experience, Makarov never sensed an aura quite like this one before, and he wasn't entirely certain it was even human. This aura belonged to someone or something cold, calculating, determined… and downright evil.
Just as he was about to alert his children of their imminent danger, the ginormous doors to the extravagant royal ballroom slowly creaked open.
"Ugh. So this is how rich people spend their Saturday nights? There's not enough beer in the entire city to help alleviate the boredom."
Makarov breathed out a sigh of relief. This was the "imminent danger" he sensed mere seconds before? There stood a normal-looking young man who wasn't exactly dressed for a Royal Ball. He wore a plaid, black and red long-sleeved shirt that was left unbuttoned, revealing a white t-shirt that hid a set of well-developed muscles underneath. Other than some dirty-looking blue jeans and a pair of brown leather boots, nothing else was particularly eye-catching about the man's choice of clothing other than the belt strapped around his waist. The buckle was unusually large, almost obnoxiously so, and displayed an odd-looking symbol. It looked like a guild mark.
He was rather handsome, with captivating blue eyes and short brown hair. He appeared to be the exact same height as Natsu, but it was difficult for Makarov to tell from this distance. "Black Jack. I didn't think this party would interest him," remarked Goldmine, who folded his arms in irritation. The older man rose an eyebrow curiously. "Black Jack?"
Bolton unceremoniously stretched his neck and began strolling down the aisle. It didn't take long for people to notice his presence, much like a certain fire mage, he was practically impossible to miss. While some of the present noblemen felt the urge to chastise Jack on his outfit of choice, they chose to remain silent, fearing the consequences of getting on his bad side. Some of the guests began whispering around him, but the man simply didn't care. He started whistling a familiar tune as his piercing blue irises scanned the ballroom for members of the notorious Fairy Tail.
Laxus, who was enjoying the company of his fellow Thunder Legion frowned at the man's arrival. There was just something about this guy that seemed wrong. "Well, he clearly has no sense of style. Who is that hooligan?" questioned Evergreen haughtily. "That, my friend, is Johannes Bolton, although he prefers to go by his nickname "Black" Jack." Jura Neekis, the strongest warrior in Lamia Scale and a member of the esteemed Ten Wizard Saints, gained the Fairies' attention as he approached the small group from behind. "He might not look like much, but don't let that rugged appearance fool you. His vast wealth and political ties make him incredibly dangerous." Freed grimaced. "An oligarch? I suppose that would explain why everyone's suddenly on edge. Do you have any idea why he's here?" The stern man just shook his head. "Probably to convince the guildmasters to jump in on a money-making scheme. Or," his eyes narrowed into slits, "to harass the king about his most recent… proposal."
Laxus just stared. What was it about Jack Bolton that reminded the lightning mage of his past self?
Sting and Rogue visibly paled as that familiar tune assaulted their eardrums. They slowly turned around and were met with a seemingly innocent gaze. "Sting! Rogue! The boys are back in town! Congrats on the promotion, blondie, you totally deserve it!" Jack pat Sting on the back obnoxiously, the latter trying but failing to hide his discomfort. "You're looking extra menacing today, Cheney! Hope little Frosch is treating you right. And you!" He turned to face Yukino. "You… Ah… forgive me, darling, but I didn't catch your name." The silver-haired woman shied away slightly at Bolton's boorish gaze, the question clearly caught her off guard. "It's Yukino, sir."
Natsu, Gray, Erza, and the rest of the Fairies stared quizzically at the scene before them. In the short time they got to know the wizards of Sabertooth, Fairy Tail believed they were strong, tenacious, and confident. This man's presence, however, seemed to put all those traits to the test.
"Yeah, it's great to see you, JB. I… didn't expect you to show here tonight." Jack reached out and poured some whiskey into a nearby shot glass. "Look, wherever there's free booze and beautiful women," he winked at Kagura, who reeled back in utter disgust, "I'll be there." He downed his drink in one gulp and was already in the process of pouring himself another. "I smell a bright future for the wizards of Sabertooth, Eucliffe. Now that Jiemma and his prissy bitch daughter are gone, the two of us can focus on profit. But we can talk more about that later." A surge of anger flared through the eyes of Sabertooth's Twin Dragons. No one dared to speak about Minerva like that.
"You'd be wise to watch your tongue, sir."
Alarmed, the Tigers turned their heads to witness Titania's furious stare. Natsu and Gray gulped, that was the tone Erza used when she was about to issue a serious beat down.
"Minerva Orland made some mistakes, but she certainly doesn't deserve your scorn. You have some nerve insulting a woman in front of her own guildmates." Their side of the ballroom grew dead silent. Jack didn't falter under the knight's terrifying gaze, he just blinked and downed another shot. "Christ, she's hot. Where've you been my whole life?" Just as Erza was about to scold the man further, he cut her off with a brief wave of his hand.
"Hold that thought, Red. I'm not done checking you out. Do you mind turning around for me?"
With that, Bolton just signed his death warrant. It took every ounce of discipline the warrior had not to kill this insolent man right then and there. An aura of pure rage developed in the air around her, one that could be sensed from miles away. Makarov looked over worriedly in his children's direction, paling at the thought of paying yet another crippling repair bill.
The rest of the Fairies were having difficulties hiding their anger as well, particularly Natsu. Jack could tell they were still in "battle mode" from the Grand Magic Games. "Alright, alright! Sorry. Must be the liquor talking. Apologies, Fairy Tail, that was totally uncalled for." He put his glass down and extended his hand to Erza. "The name's Johannes Bolton, but you can call me Jack. Forgive my choice of wording earlier, Miss Scarlet, but you do look stunning in that gown." Her glare remained but that aura of hers began to die down. She reluctantly took his coarse hand and shook it.
"While we're on the subject of clothes, Mr. Bolton, you seem to have an interesting sense of… style," her eyes flickered at his long-sleeved shirt and jeans, "is that how you dress for royal events?" He just grinned. "Look, I wouldn't be caught dead wearing a suit, regardless of how much my secretary tries to convince me otherwise. That lady's a slave driver."
Gray folded his arms and shot Bolton a distrustful glare. "Secretary? Do you hit on her too?" He just chuckled in response and poured himself yet another drink. That must have been his third one now. "Nah, she's off-limits. We don't sleep around at the Bolton Company. Now that your seven-year probation is up, I'm guessing you folks are ready to make some dough. I can help with that." Natsu, who couldn't remain silent any longer, just scowled. "We don't need help from rednecks, pal, Fairy Tail's going to be just fine."
A twinge of irritation shot through Jack's system. "Redneck, huh?" His accent and appearance brought out that insult from time to time, and although it usually came from the mouths of petty, insignificant people, it still bothered him to a certain degree. "Just fine? Funny, that's what Conbolt said when Twilight Ogre was treating your pals like a bunch of fucking alley whores. While you were taking a nap on Tenrou Island, this redneck could have made all that misery disappear in a blink of an eye. I've just realized that I don't need those losers, I need you! What's Fairy Tail without the great Team Natsu? Nothing."
The Dragon Slayer had heard enough. He wanted to fight this poser the second he walked through the door. Rushing forward at tremendous speed, he grabbed Bolton by the collar and yanked him forward. "Natsu!" yelped Lucy. Sting and Rogue were shocked. They never saw anyone stand up to Black Jack in such a violent manner. Despite Salamander's ferocious glare, the man remained cool as a cucumber. "Natsu, unhand him this instant!" demanded Erza, who seemed just as surprised as the others. The orchestra stopped playing to see what was going on, and every guard in the vicinity began closing in on where they were standing, spears in hand.
"One more word about Fairy Tail and you'll lose something a lot more important than money, Jack." Bolton just grinned and shook his hands dramatically in mock surrender. "Look, if you really want to hit me, Natsu, go ahead and do it. I just hope you're prepared for the consequences."
The Thunder Legion, the Strauss siblings, and everyone else from Fairy Tail immediately stood up in alarm. They were too far away to hear the conversation, all they saw was that their Natsu was threatening a man they'd never even seen before. "Go ahead and give these folks a show, Salamander. Alleviate my boredom." Even Ichiya and his Trimens stopped flirting with the ladies from Mermaid Heel to see what was going on. "Don't do it, Natsu!" yelled Gray. He tightened his grip on Jack's shirt and grit his teeth.
He remembered Makarov telling him to choose his battles, and despite his temper flaring like a raging volcano, this didn't seem like one of them. Reluctantly, the fiery Dragon Slayer released Black Jack and took a step backward. Seeing the tension subside, the palace guards returned to their posts. "You got balls, kid, I'll give you that. There's no reason why we all can't be friends."
Erza, Gray, and Lucy breathed out a sigh of relief. Natsu getting arrested wouldn't be an ideal conclusion to this evening. Jack smoothed out his shirt and smiled, revealing a set of shiny white teeth. "Why is everyone so bloody serious tonight? Let's drink!" Bolton reached for the bottle he left on the table, but a massive hand grabbed his wrist before he could pour himself a refill.
"I think you've had quite enough, Johannes. Intoxication is unacceptable for a man of your stature, especially in the presence of His Majesty."
Colonel Arcadios, Chief of the Cherry Blossom Holy Knight Squadron and personal protector of the Royal Family, glared disapprovingly at the younger man's barbaric behavior. It almost looked like a father chastising his unruly son. "How dare you come to the Grand Banquet dressed like an imbecile? You're a representative of Fiore, Bolton. I suggest you act like it." Jack groaned and wrenched his wrist free from the soldier's grasp. Erza and the others were surprised he managed to sneak up on him. He didn't seem very stealthy, after all.
"Sod off, Pinocchio, I can hold my liquor. Shouldn't you be glued to the King's side like a good little lapdog?" Now it was Yukino's turn to frown. She never met a man more brave and loyal than Arcadios, he didn't earn such disrespect. The knight's glare just hardened. "And shouldn't you be slithering about in one of your disgusting steel mills? I hope you're not here to hinder the festivities, Johannes."
Ooba scoffed from where the guildmasters were sitting. "And here I thought Arlon was a nuisance! What I wouldn't give to spin that Bolton boy!" Makarov just stared as Jack and Arcadios exchanged insults with each other. "I've never heard of Black Jack before. Does anyone care to enlighten me?" Goldmine adjusted his sunglasses and sat down on the bench next to him. "Johannes Bolton is a business magnate. He practically owns the steel industry here in Fiore. Bridges, railways, the support beams in our homes, chances are they were made by him. After Jude Heartfilia went bankrupt seven years ago, Black Jack quickly took his place as the richest scumbag in Fiore."
He folded his arms and glared at the young businessman in disgust. "And in the past couple of years, he took an interest in politics." The old guildmaster frowned at the thought of this outrageous man being in office. He sure as hell wouldn't be voting for Bolton anytime soon.
"What do you think the chances are we're going to have to beat this guy up later?" grunted Laxus, who leaned his back against a nearby pillar. Jura appeared amused by the lightning mage's statement, but that stern gaze he was so well known for remained glued to his face. "You might be disappointed with the results. There are dire repercussions to those who threaten Johannes Bolton. He's instrumental to the economy and countless Fiorens rely on him for jobs and protection. And since Toma has no male heir," his normally calm voice took a chilling turn, "he's at the top of a very short list of men who could become the next King."
Laxus and the Thunder Legion scowled in shock. A greedy, selfish, barbaric animal is next in line for the throne? This had to be a bad joke or a nightmare. "King Bolton, huh?" thought Laxus, who was watching Jack flip off Arcadios. "Something tells me that isn't going to work out for him."
"Stay out of trouble, Black Jack. I'll be watching you." With one last venomous glare towards Bolton, Arcadios stalked away into the crowd. Pretending the confrontation never happened, Jack just refilled his glass once more and downed it in a single gulp, leaving an uncomfortable silence in his wake. Erza wasn't sure whether she should be impressed or revolted by this man's actions. He showed no signs of shame, hesitation, or even the slightest hint of fear. Given his obvious display of arrogance, the redhead was leaning more towards revolted.
"So… Mr. Bolton, what brings you to Crocus?" piped Yukino awkwardly. "Just Jack is fine, darling. I've come to this fine city in hopes of chatting with a very special young lady. I'm not much of a romantic but I'd be a fool to pass on such a golden opportunity. Love's the only thing in the world money can't buy, know what I'm saying?" Natsu and Gray shared a glance that basically said, "This guy's a prick." Lucy felt goosebumps prickle all over her skin. She pitied that "special young lady".
"Ah, there she is now! Wish me luck, gents!"
Jack knocked his shoulder roughly against Natsu's in a way that didn't seem accidental. The Dragon Slayer looked like he wanted to retaliate but Erza quickly blocked his path. "We're in the palace, Natsu. Take a deep breath and relax. Let it go." This wasn't like any of those times he fought with Gray in the past. He wanted to hurt that guy. Teach him a lesson he'd never forget. He insulted Fairy Tail, insulted Erza, and now he just got to walk away? Growling in frustration, Salamander just marched over to a nearby food table and started to gorge himself. Rage eating. The Fairies knew he'd get over it eventually.
"I'm glad your friend showed restraint," stated Rogue, "Johannes isn't someone you'd want as an enemy. He's a vile man." Happy nodded as he folded his tiny arms in childish fury. "Aye. Sir." Kagura regretted not bringing Archenemy to this event. She simply didn't feel safe in Bolton's presence without it. "Agreed. He's been a real thorn in the Magic World's side throughout the years. His constant meddling in tax rates and military affairs make him difficult to avoid, however, it's generally a good idea to keep out of his way, Erza. The Bolton Company isn't a problem that can be solved with… traditional methods." She gave a swift nod to the other swordswoman in response.
They managed to beat seven fully grown dragons, surely a corrupt businessman is nothing in comparison, right? "Natsu the Salamander crushed both Sting and Rogue at the same time. The man's one tough bastard, but he doesn't seem particularly bright. Easy to taunt, easy to trick, he'll definitely be a useful puppet later on." Black Jack smirked maliciously at the thought. Guild wizards were all the same. Their kind preferred to use emotion rather than logic to solve even the simplest of problems. Pawns on the chessboard, they are, nothing more and nothing less.
"Johannes. It's a pleasure to see you again. Welcome to the Grand Banquet."
The voice that greeted him was melodic, regal, but Jack could tell those words lacked even the slightest resemblance of sincerity behind them. "Your Highness, please call me Jack. I'm a simple fellow." Princess Hisui stood there like the centerpiece in a beautiful art gallery, a calm, neutral expression on her face as the businessman made his approach. The couple she was just speaking to uttered a quick farewell as they hastily removed themselves from Jack's path.
"And the pleasure's all mine, Princess. You're looking absolutely radiant this fine evening." Taking extra care to be gentle, Bolton took her soft hand in his own and kissed it. Arcadios glared at Jack from afar as Hisui engaged in a doubtlessly horrid conversation. Johannes didn't exactly hide his intentions. He wanted to become King, and to do that, he needed to marry a princess.
Unfortunately, Bolton seemed like the ideal choice for an heir to the throne. He was young, rich, sharp, influential, and there was little doubt the economy would flourish under his control. It was just… everything else about him that seemed wrong. "He's at it again, is he? Poor Hisui. Imagine spending your entire life with that lunatic." Minister Darton's gruff voice broke the stalwart knight's train of thought. "Indeed. However, if the King deems him worthy of succession, then I'm afraid there isn't anything else to be said. We will remain loyal to the throne regardless of who sits upon it." The smaller man just grunted softly in response, dreading the thought of advising Bolton for the rest of his political career.
"Hey guys, I'm not certain," piped Cana, who looked like she had just a little bit too much to drink, "but I think that redneck's trying to bone the Princess." Macao scolded the drunken woman as the Fairies just watched on in surprise. "I'm sure Hisui wouldn't want anything to do with that creep. She's a tough girl!" claimed Lucy.
"Yeah, that's great and all, but she might not have a say in the matter. King Toma's planning a marriage for his daughter, and he's convinced that Black Jack fits the bill. Think he's bad now? Wait until they put a crown on his head." Gray and Lucy looked back at Sting in shock, and Natsu stopped eating to make sure he wasn't just hearing things. "That guy?! No way!" squeaked Happy, who flew over to his best friend's side. "Even you'd make a better king, Natsu! That guy's a train wreck!"
The fiery Dragon Slayer just glared at Johannes, who's gotten a little closer to the princess than he would have liked. Salamander was convinced that a truly ugly man hid behind that charming smile of his. Sensing her friend's festering anger, Erza was quick to speak up. "I know this is difficult to swallow, Natsu, but for the love of all that is holy, do not start anything here tonight. Think pleasant thoughts."
Salamander didn't respond or argue, he just kept on glaring. Gray would be lying if he said he didn't find Natsu's expression more than a little unnerving.
The previous song came to an end, a beautiful, slow-moving melody taking its place. People started partnering up for yet another dance, some more eager to get on the ballroom floor than others. "Gray, my darling! It's time to unite both our hearts as one!" The ice mage looked like he wanted to turn Juvia down, but a warning glare from Erza convinced him otherwise. "Well, metalhead," Levy teased, "may I have this dance?" Gajeel rolled his eyes at the girl's mock formality, but took her hand anyway, allowing the bookworm to guide him towards the dance floor.
Much to Hisui's despair, Jack smiled and looked at her expectantly. She knew what he was about to ask. Natsu looked at the poor girl in pity.
If she didn't feel happy now, the princess would be absolutely miserable later on as a married woman. Besides Igneel, Gildarts was the closest thing to a father Natsu ever had, and one of his most noteworthy lessons was to always cheer a lady up when she was feeling blue. He barely knew the princess, but that's beside the point. Her expression just screamed for help. Moving with the speed of a cheetah and the courage of a dragon, Salamander quickly converged on where the pair was standing.
Terror shot through Erza's veins as she realized what her troublesome friend was up to. However, he moved far too quickly for the knight to catch him. It wasn't like she could pursue the Dragon Slayer while wearing high heels. Just as Black Jack was about to ask the one million jewel question, a cheerful voice beat him to it. "Hiya, Princess!" Hisui turned around and was met with a familiar pink head of hair.
"Wanna dance?"
The young royal was stunned. She wasn't sure if this was simply a scheme to get under Bolton's skin or a selfless plan to save her from his clutches, but either way, Hisui was grateful that he stepped in. Jack's eyes narrowed ferociously. He wanted to protest violently and beat Dragneel into the dirt, but now wasn't the time or place. This was obviously revenge for what he said about Fairy Tail.
"It would be my honour, sir." The young businessman just seethed as Natsu led the princess clumsily to the center of the ballroom, leaving him alone with thoughts of unspeakable violence festering in his mind. "The things I'm going to do to you, Salamander. You're going to wish those dragons finished the job." Bickslow whistled at the display. "Wow, I didn't know Natsu had it in him! Here I thought he had the hots for Lucy." Laxus chuckled as he watched Jack prowl away. "Atta boy, Natsu, looks like you made him grumpy."
Lucy taught the fire mage everything he knew about slow dancing, which needless to say, wasn't very much. The Dragon Slayer nervously joined both his hands with Hisui's, who looked just as anxious, if not more, than him. Onyx eyes met emerald as the pair began swaying to the melodious beat of the music. Natsu's movements lacked even the slightest resemblance to grace, but the princess didn't care. She would much rather be doing this with the saviour of Fiore than Black Jack Bolton.
While Johannes was undeniably handsome, Salamander himself didn't exactly lack in the looks department. Particularly, Hisui found herself drawn to that carefree smile of his. It was just so… innocent. Erza was shocked by how the situation played out. Not only did Natsu restrain himself from assaulting a man who clearly had it coming, but he also possessed the empathy to help a poor soul in need.
Perhaps their little pyro was growing up after all.
Jack shot the fire wizard a dirty look from the other side of the ballroom. Losing twenty mil was one thing, but losing his future woman would be a whole different matter entirely. Princesses didn't exactly grow on trees, he only had one shot to make this wedding happen. Maybe Bolton was just overreacting, it's not like Toma would choose that pink-haired prick to succeed him. If everything went according to plan, Hisui would be eating out of his palm by the end of the year.
The man was so busy shooting unseen death glares at Natsu that he wasn't watching where he was going. He bumped into something, or more specifically, someone, who let out a feminine squeak of surprise upon impact.
"Oh my! I'm sorry, are you alright?"
Jack turned his head around and was mildly surprised by what he saw. Beautiful white hair flowed behind the woman's head like a cascading waterfall, her blue eyes shining like sapphires that could easily blind a lesser man with their radiant beauty. "Everything okay there? You seem a little flustered." giggled the woman. That voice was far more pleasant to the ear than any song played by even the most gifted of musicians.
"My name's Mirajane. What's yours?"
Johannes managed to pull himself out of his thoughts and bring himself back to reality. Despite visiting countless landmarks throughout Ishgar, this chick was a promising contender for the sexiest woman he'd ever seen. "Jack Bolton. Sorry, I… zoned out for a second. You're from Fairy Tail, right? I heard you were quite impressive in your battle against Jenny from Blue Pegasus."
She waved her hand in a friendly manner. "Oh, that was nothing! You should have seen Natsu and Erza, they were the true stars of the show." Jack remembered Mirajane from seven years ago. He was only sixteen at the time, but that didn't stop him from ogling the barmaid in almost every issue of Sorcerer Weekly. Now, in technicality, he was a bit older than her. That was a little difficult to wrap his head around, but Jack wasn't complaining. "You know, it's funny to see a ten out of ten model standing here all by herself. No date? No boyfriend?"
Mira just smiled playfully and folded her arms. "I could say the same thing to you, Jack. Did you come alone, or is there a Mrs. Bolton waiting at home?" He grinned. This chick would definitely be a keeper or at least a quick fling. Too bad she didn't have the King's blood in her veins. "Nah, I'm single, but not for long. It was nice meeting you, lady, but there's somewhere I need to be. Looking forward to your next photo shoot, though."
Jack brushed past her and scanned the ballroom for any signs of King Toma, but was stopped dead in his tracks by a pair of smooth hands that latched onto his arm. "Where do you think you're going, mister? I don't think I'm done with you yet. Why don't we go dancing?" Those alluring eyes of hers practically glowed with mischief. Before the man even knew what was going on, he was pulled to the center of the dancefloor. "W-Wait, hold on! I-I can't!" His frantic pleas fell on deaf ears as she joined her hands with his.
Jack didn't want to give Toma the impression that he was interested in any woman other than his daughter. This was an awkward situation. He couldn't just push her away, given that the whole room was watching. "You seemed so confident in your face-off with Natsu. Am I making you nervous?" teased Mira. His face turned bright red, not of anger, but of embarrassment. Bolton really wasn't liking the effect this girl was having on him.
"I guess this is why they call you the Demon, I can only imagine how much trouble you cause for poor Makarov over there." The older man in question just watched curiously. Mirajane didn't seem disturbed by Black Jack's presence, not one bit. The businessman and the barmaid continued the dance in silence, although Bolton couldn't understand that smile of hers. It was so genuine, so kind, so caring, he'd honestly never seen anything quite like it.
Inevitably, Natsu caught his attention from nearby by shooting Jack a smug look from over Hisui's shoulder. The Dragon Slayer simply couldn't help himself. It was the kind of look you would throw someone after beating them in an arm wrestle. "You fire-breathing motherfucker."
The man then realized who he was holding in his arms. Mirajane Strauss was Fairy Tail's poster girl, their guild's iconic sweetheart, beloved by everyone around her. This was an opportunity to turn a minor loss into a tremendous gain. He could hurt Salamander without even getting his hands dirty.
Jack waited until he was sure Natsu could see what he was doing. Smirking deviously, his right hand slithered down Mira's back to the top of her waist. The lights have been dimmed down for effect, and Bolton knew his actions could only be witnessed from close by. That offending hand didn't stop, however, and he began to slowly make his way down even lower.
Mirajane gasped softly at Jack's touch, and the kindness in her eyes was quickly replaced with a flash of anger. Natsu froze right there on the spot at the display, causing Hisui to look up at him in confusion. "Are you alright, Mr. Dragneel?" Salamander saw red. No, he saw hellfire. Johannes Bolton marched in here on their celebration, belittled Sabertooth, treated Erza like a piece of eye candy, and trash-talked Fairy Tail. Maybe he could learn to tolerate those things, but groping Mira, the heart and soul of the guild? No.
All bets were off.
Letting go of the princess, Natsu broke into a sprint and rushed down the ballroom like a furious track star, his eyes locked on Jack's wicked grin, which vanished in an instant. Bolton didn't expect him to react like that. Caught off guard, the businessman didn't have time to move when Salamander's fist exploded violently into the side of his head. Mira reeled back in surprise as Jack was launched through the air. He landed on a table, which was reduced to splinters upon impact.
A few people screamed and the lights turned back on, all eyes shifting on the enraged Dragon Slayer, who was almost unrecognizable from his usual cheery self. Makarov cringed internally at the gruesome scene before him. "Why, Mavis, have you forsaken me?" Getting over her initial shock, Erza rushed over to where Jack landed, a blank look plastered on his face as he looked up at the chandelier above. For a moment, Titania was worried that Natsu killed the man, but she could tell he was still breathing. "Damnit, Natsu, have you lost your mind?!" yelled Gray.
Bolton's face twisted into an unnerving grin, which definitely had an effect on the people around him, and got back to his feet. Erza scanned Jack's face and was stunned to see no bruises. "Fine. This prick cost me twenty mil, after all." The guards weren't nearly quick enough to stop him. Moving at the speed of lightning, Jack thrust his knee right into the center of Natsu's chest. The Dragon Slayer didn't even see it coming, it was almost like he teleported across the room.
The blow was ferocious, knocking the wind out of him as he stumbled backward. "This was supposed to be a nice, wholesome evening!" Taking advantage of his opponent's dazed state, the slightly older man threw a few more punches to his head and chest. Regaining his senses, Natsu leaped to the side and kicked Bolton against a nearby pillar, causing him to yell out in pain. Many of the guests left the room in a hurry, fearing the consequences of getting caught in the crossfire.
Jack ducked just in time to avoid another punch to the skull, which demolished the pillar behind him instead. He tackled Natsu to the ground in an attempt to pin him to the floor, but the Salamander managed to throw him off, striking Jack in the jaw as he attempted to get back on his feet. Arcadios signaled his guards to hold their positions. They weren't trained to handle monsters like them. "Enough! Stop this, Natsu!" Erza's command was simply ignored as the pair exchanged blow after blow. While the Dragon Slayer wore an expression of intense rage, the businessman looked like he was having a blast, almost like a child on Christmas.
The two combatants finally separated, standing roughly twelve feet apart, and Natsu began panting heavily to catch his breath. Despite landing a hit or two, Black Jack didn't have a scratch on him. Wiping the blood from his nose, the fiery wizard prepared to lunge at his opponent once more, but a massive hand came out of nowhere and prevented him from doing so.
"Let me go, gramps! This punk was just asking for it!"
Using his Giant Magic, Makarov stopped the Dragon Slayer's rampage from escalating any further, sighing as he leered at the destruction the two men inflicted. Despite the fact that neither of them used any magic, they must have caused at least a million jewels worth of damage. "You're a laugh, Pinky, I'm already looking forward to our rematch!" Sting, Rogue, and the rest of Sabertooth watched on in horror, while Kagura and the others just frowned at what they'd done.
"JOHANNES! This is unacceptable!" bellowed Arcadios. Jack just scoffed and didn't even turn to face him, his gaze set on Natsu trying to squirm out of Makarov's grip. "I don't know if you were watching, Solider Boy, but Dragneel attacked me. However, I'm feeling generous tonight, so you can send me the bill for the repairs." He wiped the dust off his shirt and stretched his neck.
Mirajane glared at him furiously, but Bolton paid her no mind.
Makarov's old eyes narrowed at the young man's arrogance. Jack and his grandson seemed to have a lot in common. "I don't know how things work in your organization, Mr. Bolton, but we have no tolerance for those who belittle our own. I would prefer not to have any disagreements between us in the future, but Fairy Tail will be ready for you if the situation calls for it." The brunet just clicked his tongue and sneered.
"Duly noted, but let me remind you that I'm in the debt-collecting business. Whether it's paid in jewels, tears, or body parts, I always get what I'm owed. Keep that dragon of yours on a tight leash, Makarov." He turned around and marched towards the exit, with guests quickly moving to clear a path, and disappeared through the door.
Erza sighed and rubbed her temples. This wasn't at all how this evening was supposed to turn out. New enemies have been popping up like daisies ever since they arrived in Crocus. First, it was Raven Tail, then it was dragons, and now this. Princess Hisui, sensing the knight's distress, put a comforting hand on her shoulder.
"Ignore him, Ms. Scarlet. Johannes isn't foolish enough to pick a fight with your guild. Natsu, while impulsive, only did what he thought was right. Believe me, if you've known Black Jack for as long as I have, you'd want to hit him too." Erza nodded politely in thanks and turned her head to scowl at Natsu, who was currently being yelled at by Makarov for ruining their big night.
The oligarch smiled as he navigated through the long, boring halls of Mercurius. That wasn't future profits he smelt back there, it was blood, and lots of it. War was brewing. The guild that he looked up to in his childhood honestly didn't seem like much. These were the "heroes" that saved Fiore? Pitiful. Salamander couldn't even scratch him in their little scuffle back there. In truth, Jack was terribly disappointed. These Fairies weren't gods, they were just flesh and bone, bones that could be snapped in half and thrown to his dogs like chew toys.
Dollar by dollar, blood for blood. Black Jack Bolton never forgets.
Chugga chugga chugga chugga chugga...
The cart rattled as it trekked savagely along the tracks. Our favourite businessman, recovered from the previous evening, now found himself on a morning train heading to Oak Town. While he was eager to return home and begin preparations against Fairy Tail, his business did come first. Apparently, the monsters living in the area have grown bold in the past couple of months. At first, they only killed the odd farm animal or stray dog, but a recent string of human attacks caused widespread panic throughout the settlement.
Normally, Jack wouldn't give a shit, but one of his most prominent iron mines was located on the outskirts of this town. If one of the men died it would be a PR disaster. What would people think of the Bolton Company when it was clear they couldn't protect their own workers? Just one incident alone would hurt their stock price. In other words, he couldn't let that happen, especially with his royal inauguration coming up. Bolton would go to Oak Town, get rid of the monsters, and everything should be fine and dandy. Production would continue, and the people would see how benevolent their future king is.
Assuming he made it there, of course.
"H-Hey, Lieutenant… Whatever Your Name Is, how l-long until we reach Oak Town?" The young soldier sent to escort the fearsome Black Jack sweated nervously at his boss's nauseous state. "Three more hours, sir. I hope I'm not stepping out of line here, but are you feeling okay?" His face was an unhealthy shade of green, and it looked as if the man was doing everything in his power to avoid losing his breakfast.
Bolton just waved his hand frantically in response, which really could have meant anything, and clutched his stomach. "Nope, I'm healthy as a fucking horse. Don't you fret, it'll take more than a little ride to kill me." He belched and covered his mouth. A couple of children nearby began giggling at the man's misfortune, but if Jack registered this he didn't react.
Lieutenant Noda wasn't entirely sure where this sickness came from.
At first, the soldier thought it had something to do with the party he attended last night. Mr. Bolton was known to hit the bottle, after all. However, it was obvious this wasn't some kind of hangover. Jack was his typical cocky and obnoxious self before he stepped onto the train, so it had to be something else. Deciding he should distract the man from this miserable state, Noda pulled a small letter from his pouch.
"A courier came last night while you were in the palace, sir. It's from Headquarters. Um… Would you like me to read it for you?" Bolton shook his head and shakily took hold of the letter. Breaking the seal, he opened it up and shook out the contents inside. It was just a simple piece of paper, not even signed by anyone, but Jack knew who it was from. The message only had two words, scribbled out in horrendous handwriting, but that didn't matter.
"IT WORKED"
For the first time since he stepped foot on this godforsaken deathtrap, Jack smiled. Maliciously. It was nice to receive good news for once. The boys back at HQ had followed his instructions perfectly. However, Bolton didn't have the chance to celebrate when he felt his stomach come back to haunt him. Noda blinked.
It was clear as day now. It wasn't alcohol that caused this state of illness it was the movement of the train!
Black Jack had motion sickness?