Disclaimer: I do not own Fairy Tail, that right belongs to Hiro Mashima; nor do I own the right to Xenosaga, that right belongs to Tetsuya Takahashi. I do own the crazy Idea that I am putting the character through.

Chaos POV

The moment the lights went out, Chaos felt his arms drop, cold air rushing in to fill the space and making him feel a small save of panic. His role demanded he didn't wear his gloves, so he didn't have the stones to help control the flow of Anima. Body tensing as he heard the cries from those around him.

"Lucy?" he called out.

No answer was given. Feeling a cold sensation drop in the pit of Chaos' stomach as he tried to sense for her magic. He had come to know what it felt like. Warmth and Starlight. There was nothing but an emptiness where she had been standing leaning against him.

There was another small pop, and the lights came back on. Chaos' eyes were slamming shut at the sudden pain from how bright it had been. When he opened it, he looked around and saw Freed jerking his head left and right, going very pale and seemingly frantic. Then his gaze slid to the man that had come up to them before the power went out, the man's eyes were wide as he looked around. But to his countless millennia of being alive, Chaos was able to tell that it was an act. There was a smugness about him.

The only thing keeping him from acting rash, and that was his common sense and the fact that Freed had cautioned him from harming the nobility, even if it was deserved. So, when those eyes met his, Chaos narrowed his own and flexed his magic around the man watching as he went stiff, before giving a polite bow at the waist and moving towards Freed.

Who looked like he was about to have a mental meltdown. Quickly Chaos placed a hand on him and sent his soothing aura into the man. Watching as he calmed and became the collected person he usually was.

"What happened?" he asked.

Freed began to chew on his bottom lip, clearly still nervous even if he was calmer.

"I… Mira… I cannot find her," Freed said.

Chaos frowned at this because that didn't fit the M.O of the person kidnapping the girls.

"Where was she last?" Chaos asked, trying to keep Freed from having another panic attack.

Freed turned and looked up towards the top of the stairwell. Able to see a small group of servants huddled around a collapsed person. When a few moved away, he saw it was the young miss they were here to protect — causing that cold sensation to settle more firmly in the pit of his stomach. If the girl was still here and Lucy was gone, then that meant that Lucy had been the Dark Guild's goal the whole time.

"I think we should split up and look for Mira," Chaos said. "But Lucy vanished when the power went out. Literally from in my arms. And I could not feel her magic, Freed."

The way Freed stiffened had Chaos stepping back. He was well aware of Freeds Magic what he could turn into when it was applied to him. Each of his Team members had exercised their powers on him and vice versa in training. And one thing Chaos didn't want was to be on the receiving end of Freed in his full Ecreture Mode. It frankly terrified him of the amount of dark emotions and power that oozed from him like a slimy substance.

"What?" Freed hissed, eyes narrowing as a hint of purple glowed in one of them.

"Yes. We were talking with a noble that Lucy said had put in a marriage offer to her father for her and her fathers' railways company," Chaos said.

"Show me who," Freed growled.

Raising his hands, Chaos slowly turned and looked around to find the man. When he couldn't spot him, he let air hissed between his lips, forming a word he rarely used.

"He is not there anymore. After the lights came back on, he was looking around wide-eyed, but his body language was that of a smug and confident man," Chaos explained.

The feel of Freeds hand on his shoulder, clamping down hard, had Chaos looking back at him.

"Describe this man to me," Freed practically demanded in a very calm voice.

Nodding his head, Chaos gave him what he asked for. Making sure to be very accurate in height, build, potential weight, hair, eyes, and distinguishing features. Just to see Freed curl his lips in disgust.

"Viscount Rolak Distoreld," Freed snarled.

This had Chaos raising his eyebrows on his forehead, waiting.

"The man is a business partner of my father. They are cohorts if you will. And he is a pedophile who does not get denied," Freed said, each word laced with a heavy dose of venom.

Giving a small nod of his head, Chaos jerked his head up at the sudden feel of dark energy. His body was easily sliding into an offensive stance when a low chuckle came from Freed — making him look at the man in concern.

"Well, we know Mira is fine," Freed said, looking in the direction of the dark energy. "She is a Take Over mage. She houses Souls, like Satan."

Chaos knew his eyes had to be wide as he turned to look in the direction the energy came from to see people scattering like ants. A very pissed off Mira stood there in barely anything but Black Scales, tail whipping around as she let her magic flare and feel oppressive.

"Where is Lucy!?" she said, her voice a low, rumbling growl.

Chaos knew that everyone cherished the blond woman. But this was something else. And his mind instantly conjured up all of Fairy Tail in arms to get her back as well as the looks on their faces when they learned that the Magic Council had commissioned this mission that got her kidnapped.

Lucy POV

The world had gone dark, then cold. Lucy didn't know what had happened, but she knew one thing she was no longer next to Chaos. Nope, she was in someplace that was dark, dank, and smelled of dirt and moisture. Blinking to see if she could see, she realized that her eyes were covered.

Frowning at that fact, she tried to lift her hands just to feel a heavyweight on her wrist, as well as the rattle of a chain. Swallowing at the revelation, she dipped down inside her, mentally calling for her spirits only to feel a barrier. Dread filled her whole being. This was not good. Slamming her mind against that barrier, she mentally called over and over for her spirits, not feeling a single one. A soft cry escaping her lips.

"Oh, your awake," A deep male voice said.

Lucy heard the sound of feet walking across the ground, the slight shifting of dirt and rock under booted feet, and making her glad for once that she was always being kidnapped. She had learned to rely on her other senses. But it didn't help her predicament. Currently, she was magicless. The cuffs on her hands, she had no doubt, were magic canceling. Meaning her contracts with her spirits were nullified. And pain filled her chest where her heart sat.

"Now, now, don't look like that. It was necessary to cuff you," the man said. "Having your spirits come out and interfere is not part of the plan, Lucy Heartfilia."

The way her name was said had her shivering and pulling back in fear. Mind shifting gears as she realized that the idiot, or idiots, didn't chain her legs. She was forcing her face to go into the blank mask she hated so much. She tilted her head up. Staying silent and listening to where his breathing was coming from.

"Ah, now don't try to do anything stupid. Because you will find that while we are being paid to kidnap girls that look like you for our sponsor, that doesn't mean we cannot rough you up a little bit," the man said.

She didn't say or do anything other than turn her head in the opposite direction of his voice. Eyes narrowing under the cloth covering her upper face.

"You are one hell of a woman, I must see. I can understand why our employer would want you. Truly a beautiful woman. And from the fact that you have two magic cancelling cuffs on each wrist, powerful. Shame, though," the man said as the sounds of him moving away reached her ears. "I'd have rather used you for something than what he wanted to use you for."

The sound of a door opening and shutting had her sitting up a bit straighter. Dread in the pit of her stomach at the meaning behind her words. Quickly she tried to figure out who would go to such extreme lengths to get her. And for what. Of course, seeing the Viscount there and the way he eyed her made her feel sick to her stomach. The man was not a reputable person. But that didn't mean it was him, or any of the other gentry, either.

SIghing Lucy was glad that the dress was long as she moved her legs so that they were lying straight before her. She intended to stand up and try to gauge the length and width of this room, even blindfolded. Seeing (figuratively) if there was anything in the room for her use as a potential weapon against her captors to break free. Because dammit, she was not a damsel in distress, she was a fucking Fairy Tail Mage. And there was no way in hell she'd be kept, prisoner.

TBC!