"What the hell are you talking about Droopy-eyes?" Natsu broke the quietness, nervously laughing. It was just a stupid joke the ice mage had decided to make.

"More importantly, why is it so cold in here?!" Gray almost yelled, as he yanked his hand from the disturbed Juvia and formed a chain around himself. He was clearly shaking from coldness and he proceeded with running his hands up and down his arm to create friction and thereof warmth.

"Oi oi, back up!" Gajeel sneered, stumbling his way to Gray's bed. "You don't know us?! That's bull!"

"Gray, what do you mean?" Lucy asked quietly.

Makarov suddenly grabbed Gray's chin and turned his head to his gaze. "Gray, you don't remember us?" His voice was dead serious.

"Hey let go of me old man! I'm more confused than any of you!" Gray yelled and ripped himself loose from the master's grip. "Gray this, Gray that, who is this Gray?! Is that my name?! What am I doing here?! And why is it so freaking cold?!" Gray shuddered again, anger, confusion and panic in his voice.

Every single person in the room stared at the ice mage, dread in their eyes. What was going on? How come Gray didn't remember anything? It wasn't true right? Just a temporary side effect from unconsciousness.

"Y-you're joking right?" Natsu asked, any sign of amusement gone from his tone.

"Hey, listen to me." The master said calming and took hold of Gray's shoulders. "You're Gray Fullbuster, an ice mage. You're 18 years old and a member of the magic guild Fairy Tail, which is where we are right now."

"An ice what? Fary Tale? What are you talking about? Are you telling me magic exists? That's a joke." Gray sneered skeptically. "And I told you to let go of me!" The teen ripped himself out of makarov's grip once again.

"It's a joke! I don't believe you people! It's all a big joke!" He yelled over and over again.

"Come on, let's give him some space." Erza said and well enough to get out of bed, she dragged Natsu by the collar, giving the rest of the guild members a stern look on her way out.

"Don't joke like that! Gray doesn't remember us, how can you be this calm?!" Natsu sneered at her.

"I'm anything but calm." Erza said silently.

"I'm not sure that space is what he needs. He needs us right?" Lucy claimed.

"He's too overwhelmed by us all, let Juvia talk to him in a calm environment." Erza gave Juvia a strange look before exiting the door, with Natsu in tow. Many mages fanned out of the room, with Juvia being the only one hesitating. Gajeel found support on Levy and vice versa as they limped out the door.

"Maybe Juvia shouldn't leave him alone?" The water mage asked herself. No, she needed her rest anyway, so why not stay with her beloved Gray-sama?

"It's a joke.." Gray muttered to himself, panic clear in his tone.

"Gray-sama, Juvia understands you don't remember her?" The bluenette neared his bedside once again.

The ice mage's blue eyes shot up from his hands to stare at Juvia. He shook his head violently, making his dark hair flicker around his face.

"Oh." Juvia let her disappointment sound in her voice, but broke out into a loud yawn. "Juvia's tired after all that waiting she did, mind if she lays down for a bit?" Her eyes were focused on Gray's bed, wanting to snuggle up beside him.

"As long as you sleep in your own bed!" The panicked teen declared, having noticed Juvia's wish of sharing a bed.

The water mage pouted, still afraid of the scary possibility that Gray may never have his memories back. She figured she would wait on the master's plan of action. She therefor climbed into the neighboring bed to Gray's and lied on her side, studying Gray. Soon however, she had gone off to dreamland, in which her marriage to Gray was finalized in a church.

The male looked at Juvia, thinking his options through. He could either stay here and go crazy with the rest of the loons in this place or he could sneak out of here and pursue his lost memories. He was frightened though. Where was he? Who was he? Why couldn't he remember anything? He needed to get away from this place filled with mad people! They may claim to know him, but who knew if any of them spoke the truth. Spouting stuff about magic and wizards, what would be next? Knights and dragons?

Thinking that could actually be the case, he swung his legs to the side of the bed and stood up. His outfit existed in a dark blue undershirt and black shorts to the knee, none of these he remembered putting on. A small silver necklace hung around his neck, not remembering this object either, he shrugged it off as nothing. Barefoot, he walked further into the room, slightly fascinated by the place. Going through the front door would most likely get him caught, so he looked around for another option.

Eyeing a window on the west wall, he looked around once again making sure no one saw him. Walking up to the window, he studied the outside. He saw buildings stacked close together, meaning a town. Not far from there however, was a forest, easy to hide in. Getting through the streets, would probably be difficult, but manageable. Unfortunately, he found himself on the second floor, resulting in him having to climb down the wall without falling. It would be difficult, but possible if he was careful. He had to be quick though, any minute that blue haired girl could awake, or anyone could walk in and find him gone.

Giving Juvia one last look, his insides turned in unexplainable dread. He might not see this girl ever again. Dismissing the sudden feeling, he cracked open the window, climbed up on the sill and continued out the window.


"I trust you have an explanation for this mess?!" Makarov sneered at Tanarou, having slammed the door to his office behind them.

"I told you, I don't know much about this!" Tanarou defended himself. "And might I add, I'm not the one who got recklessly involved with Codename in the first place!"

"They were doing it on purpose! Destroying those guilds to lure us down there, I don't know why, but they had a plan and it's still unsure whether that plan succeeded or not." Makarov explained. "I can only assume, they didn't need some of us, which is why Levy got attacked and Juvia kidnapped. They knew we were gonna take it personally and send our most powerful mages to settle the score." The master was almost talking to himself, not noting Tanarou's concentrated face. "Very clever of them. It must have been a plan from the master or at least someone very high ranking."

"So the whole loss of memories and powers were part of their plan?" Tanarou asked.

"I don't know." The master sighed. "The only strange thing is that Erza's memories remain intact, whereas Gray's does not."

"Gray-kun is an ice mage, is he not?" Tanarou asked again.

Makarov eyed his old friend with confusion. "He is."

"Then, the fact that he is freezing to death in there must mean his powers must still be there, he merely lacks the means to control them, do to his memory loss." Tanarou explained, a sting of hope forming in his chest.

"But the question still remains, why did Gray lose his memories?"

"Well, with what I explained earlier, it might have something to do with subject 101's power." Tanarou stated.

"The power to control and manipulate memories." Makarov summed up, an expression of realization on his features.

"Exactly. I'm willing to bet that has something to do with it." Tanarou said with certainty.

"According to the report Erza gave me, Neel aka Subject 101 hit Gray with a strange technique, which was abruptly stopped in the process. That technique might have been for stealing Gray's powers, but because it was stopped in the middle and Neel's power taken into account, it's possible it stole his memories instead." Makarov theorized thoughtfully.

"It makes sense." Tanarou agreed.

"Earlier you were saying something about a secret weapon, what where you talking about?" Makarov asked, having calmed down greatly.

"Ah yes, it has come to our attention that Codename possess a technique that can seal magical powers, or steal them if you will." Tanarou stated, much to the surprise of the guild master.

"Why didn't you say so earlier?!" Makarov exclaimed, the irritation back in his voice.

"I was going to, but we always get interrupted by someone!" Tanarou said, frustrated.

On that exact que, the door to the office was once again slammed open by a panicked Lucy. Her blonde hair was messier than usual as she panted her words. "Master! You gotta come quick, Gray is missing!"

"See what I mean?" Tanarou mumbled to the tiny master, weariness in his tone.


His breath cut clear in his sore throat, as he walked along a small ally. A cat complained somewhere in the dark, cross about having it's hiding place revealed. The sun stretched it's last rays over the rooftops, as lights were turning on in the many windows of the city. Goosebumps bared their fangs on the young mans skin, resulting in him shivering slightly. He quickly pulled his jacket closer around himself, hoping to escape the cold the shadows brought with them. Exiting the ally, the young man studied his surroundings.

The street he had entered was almost empty, with the exception of a drunken man on his way home from the local watering hole. The older man stumbled his way past the teen, without noticing him at all. His small chuckles broke out into full on song as he got further down the street. The young man shook his head of this odd behavior. Where he came from, no one was ever drinking, at least not in public. People usually kept to themselves and their families in rare cases. Not a lot of families were created do to people avoiding each other. The thought of home brought longing into the teen's system, which irritated him slightly.

No attachments, that's the rule.

A small gust of wind made the boy's silver hair rustle in the air and his grey eyes spontaneously followed a running leaf on the concrete. It was a stunning town, he could agree on that. The buildings had pretty designs, while the streets looked welcoming and gentle. He could imagine the place in the day, lots of smiling people, open shops and happiness all around. Now however, the street he wandered had a creepy feel to it in the dark, like something was lurking around the corners.

The boy's face however, was engulfed in indifference, not caring for the fact that, that face usually scared children. It was people's own place to think what they wanted, therefor he didn't need a reason to care. Having noticed his thoughts had wandered once again, he let out a curse under his hitched breath. Two hours of running would do that to anyone. His body should have been warm from the strenuous exercise, but his temperature remained oddly cold.

Despite it still being rather early in the year, the weather had been nice and warm, almost summerish. Having been used to the warmer temperatures lately, the teen was surprised when he saw his own breath in a steamy cloud from his mouth. It vaporized as soon as it came, but as he exhaled yet again, it was back. And so on.

Having focused completely on this odd phenomenon, the teen didn't notice the oncoming being who ran right for him. The world seemed to slow down like slow-motion, when the strange human boy ran past him. The grey haired teen immediately focused on the boy who was too busy running to notice anyone there. The other teen had very dark hair and blue confused eyes. He was lightly dressed despite the sudden drop in temperature, plus it didn't went unnoticed that he was barefoot. His face portrayed fright and panic as he ran with full speed down the street.

The silver haired one quickly noticed how, as they crossed paths, the world became so much colder. Almost as if the cold radiated from the dark haired teen. Feeling the absolute need to, the greynette reached out for the other's wrist, wanting an explanation among other. He didn't know what made him do it, but as soon as his fingers closed around the boy's wrist, his hand almost froze over.

The dark haired male turned to look at whatever had stopped him in his journey, his blue eyes meeting silver ones. Gray didn't know what to do about the stranger who looked at him with shock as he quickly withdrew his hand, as if he had burned it. Who was this person and why did he stop him? Was he someone from that crazy place called something or other. Fary Tall? Was that it? It didn't matter! His mind set in gear to get out of this situation.

The grey teen regained his indifferent features after checking his fingers for frostbites. The kid must be a snow mage or something. He felt the need to ask about this strange new person.

"Who are you?" His voice was a little deep and rough around the edges, but still missed that hoarse sound of adult manhood. His question came out harder than he had intended, making the stranger flinch.

Gray didn't answer, after all what could he say? The stranger's silver eyes was settled on him and they didn't exactly have a friendly gleam. Everything about the stranger was grey, oddly enough. He didn't owe this guy any favors and he had been through a lot today. Losing his memories, almost freezing to death, fell down from a wall and now this, a stranger stopped him in his escape and asked questions he didn't need the answers to.

"Who are you?" He asked in return, feeling the need to be cross.

The silver haired boy frowned, as irritation flooded his mind. So many questions rolled around in his head. Who was this guy? Why did he himself feel like stopping him? Why did he wanna know who the boy was anyway? What was wrong with him? Did he need to tell the stranger his own name? Why? Why? Why did it mean anything to him at all?!

"Why are you barefoot?" The teen asked Gray, who seemed lost in an argument with himself.

Gray automatically looked down to his feet and the stranger was right, he wasn't wearing any shoes. He had been in to much of a hurry to think about it. Pausing to think, the other teen seemed to think he wasn't going to answer.

"Look, you need to go to a doctor. You're ice cold, that can't be healthy." The serious one said, surprised by his own responsible voice.

"I don't need a doctor!" Gray declared a little to fast, which seemed to get the stranger to put two and two together.

"You're a runaway, aren't you?" Seeing as how Gray flinched by his words, he guessed himself to be right.

"What are you talking about?! Who are you even? Leave me alone, you're a complete stranger and I see no reason why you should be concerning yourself with me!" Gray sneered, defensively.

"So where did you run from? Your parents? Prison?" The silver haired boy sort of hoped it wasn't the latter. Since his job was rather close to that of a police force, taking criminals down was a part of daily routine. The other boy seemed rather confused and innocent, he wouldn't survive in such a harsh environment. At least not as he was now. Judging from the amount of magical power seeping from the dark haired teen, he could tell the boy was strong.

Gray didn't know how to answer. The place he escaped from could very well be some sort of correctional facility or a mental hospital. The stranger seemed like a law enforcer and messing with him would probably come back to bite him.

"I don't know." He therefor chose to tell the truth.

"You don't know?" The stranger was confused by the other teen's answer. "How can you not know?"

"I don't know that either." Gray said, frustrated by himself. Why was he even talking to this guy?

Yet another gust of wind came trough the street, making both males shiver. Gray placed his hands on his upper arms, attempting to shield himself from the cold he was experiencing. Wearing a shirt without sleeves was probably not the right choice of clothing. Shorts and bare feet did not make the list either.

The grey haired one was beginning to lose his temper. The boy was toying with him. He probably thought it was funny to pretend that he knew nothing. He therefor stepped forward, getting in the stranger's face. Did he even have the right to force information out of a civilian? He would have to apologize to both the boy and his boss later.

"Now listen here, I'm about fed up with you. I'm in my rights as a private investigator, to ask you questions that you are obligated to answer. I find you rather suspicious, running around in the dark, bare feet and nowhere dressed for the weather." The stranger spoke as if he had said it a thousand times and was now just recycling old lines. His words should have sounded angry, but the silver eyed teen remained indifferent to the situation. "So, who are you?"

"I don't know!" Gray sneered, this time angry with the other teen for forcing him like this. It was such an odd story; A complete stranger stops him on the street and starts asking questions, which answers were none of his business.

Real anger now flared in the grey eyes, but no matter how angry he got, the boy was still just a civilian. Glaring at the other teen, the silver haired one suddenly noticed something odd. Underneath the dark haired teen's shirt was something that looked an awful lot like a tattoo. He stepped back a bit, eyeing the dark blue tattoo partially hidden under the teen's shirt.

"Excuse me." The silver eyed teen coughed, grabbed Gray's shirt and pulled it slightly away.

This seemed to startle Gray quite a lot, which left him stuttering. "W-what are y-you d-doing?"

A perfect dark blue Fairy Tail mark was branded on the right side of the boy's chest, which left the stranger speechless. He had never seen or been to Fairy Tail himself, but his boss had told of a lot of stories about the so called heroes of Fairy Tail. To him of course, they were just another guild, but his boss seemed to admire the guild for their bravery and strength, which was exactly how they got into their current situation.

"You're a Fairy Tail wizard?" The unknown teen asked, letting go of Gray and backed off.

"No! I have no idea what you're talking about! It's all a lie, there's no such thing as magic!" Gray yelled, tired of repeating himself. Little did he know, the one he had been repeating to, was himself.

The stranger's brows shot to his forehead in astonishment. What was wrong with this guy? "Denial? Loss of memories perhaps? No sane Fairy Tail member would deny the existence of magic."

Remembering he was in a hurry, the silver haired boy scoffed at Gray, raised his hand and returned his face in concentrated features. His right hand was stretched out towards Gray, who watched him, confused.

The ground around Gray suddenly grew pitch black and formed a dark square around him. From the edges, bars made of the same black materiel grew from the ground up. Reaching Gray's height, the bars formed a thin roof over the ice mage's head, successfully creating a pitch black cage, Gray trapped within. The dark haired teen didn't believe his own eyes, the black stuff which now surrounded him, came out of nothing and imprisoned him.

"I'm taking you back to the guild, I was on my way there anyway." The strange young man said, his indifference returning. He slightly lifted his already outstretched hand, making the black cage levitate. He then turned on his heel and started walking, the cage following him on it's own.

Gray was in absolute shock, enough to make his knees buckle and collapse.

"I never got your name." The silver eyed teen said, his voice monotone.

"Gray, I think." The ice mage answered almost unwillingly. If magic existed, there was a big possibility that the crazy people were speaking the truth about his name after all.

"Gray, I'm Keir. Keir Hanshin."


You know what? I feel horrible. I let you guys wait again. It's the same every time isn't it? I say sorry every time, but what does that help you guys? You are amazing people for sticking with me, even though I'm a lazy bum.

I decided to read all your old reviews of both ToR and MoI, which is what motivated me to get my butt in gear and write. I mentally feed off of your reviews apparently. Thanks so much for supporting me, even if you hate for making you wait.

It's currently 2:00am and I have school tomorrow (later today actually) I just couldn't make you guys wait any longer. It was very difficult writing this chapter as I got writer's block at least ten times during the entire process. I just hope you enjoyed it.

Sigi-san says "Godnat til jer alle sammen!" Danish huh? No really, I'll see ya in the next chapter :)