I'll find you
Gajeel's whole life was based around that mantra. Every morning, he would wake up and contemplate what it really meant. He had to find someone of course, but who? Even after 25 years of the same unanswered questions, he had no lead. He stared at himself through a mirror, searching for anything, anything that would lead him to this mysterious person.
His head panged, then stopped, and started again. It wasn't like his usual headaches, definitely not his usual headaches. He dropped to the floor in pain as his head felt like imploding on him. He closed his eyes shut and tried to steady his breathing. A vision of a girl with long curly blue hair invaded his mind. Her traditional dress modestly covered her but to him, it didn't matter, she was absolutely stunning. Her mouth was hiding behind an intricate fan but he could tell that she was smiling. Oh, how he wished that he could see her beautiful laugh.
His attention then turned to the man next to her. Realization struck him that it was his own eyes staring fondly at the girl. He was also wearing traditional clothes although much less colorful but it was enough to deduce that he was of somewhat high class. His unruly hair was spilling from a high ponytail and some were covering his left eye.
The vision ended all too quickly but he now had an answer. It had to be her. With a new purpose he sat in place waiting for the last wave of pain to pass, for the first time in his life, he uttered the words with certainty. I'll find you