Cato's First Job:

AN: I'm back you lovely bunch of ruffians! First off, thank you to Unicorn, Shadowwolf1997, and guest for this idea and helping me through my writers block.

Secondly...well...I know I said I wasn't going to add any more characters to this generation (mainly because I already have 24 in this current generation, not counting the two Sabertooth babies, the exceeds, and Elena's crew) but I've kinda already broken that rule with Sanjay and Montie. TBH they were just supposed to be one-off characters so Romeo could punch someone's lights out for his girls' honor. But y'all seem to like them (even if y'all just enjoy hating on Sanjay, and rightfully so). And, as you're about to see, I'm gonna do it again in this chapter. So, are you just open to more babies?

Nalu has five kids, and Jerza and Gruvia have four, so I think they're done. Miraxus only has three, but I think they're good with three. Gajevy...eh...I know they only have the twins but, I kinda like them like that...is that weird? I dunno. Maybe one of y'all will present me with a good argument and make me change my mind. Rowen and Bixana only have one right now, so I'm considering possibly giving them another one or two. Elfgreen...maybe? I mean, Evergreen didn't want kids at first, and the only reason Lorelle is here is because she was kinda an accident. But having to share with a younger sibling would be a good motivator for Lorelle to better herself as a person...even if begrudgingly...I dunno, still on the fence about that one. But, yeah, totally open for another Bixana and Rowen baby at this point...cuz why not?

Anywho, enough of me running my mouth (or, fingers? Text? Whatever!) On with the show...oneshot...thing...just read and enjoy!

"Mira?" Laxus asked as he watched his wife prepare for hers and Cato's trip.

"Hm?" she asked cheerfully as she continued packing, never looking up from her work.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Laxus asked.

"Of course, it's a simple job," Mirajane answered. "Just fixing a hole in a cathedral roof."

"That's not what I'm talking about, and you know it," Laxus said. "Besides...the job's changed…"

"Oh?" Mirajane lifted her head.

Laxus sighed as he passed the poster to Mirajane. She took it and read.

Indeed the job had changed. It was no longer just to repair the roof of a church, but to banish ghosts who were said to inhabit it along with…

Mirajane frowned deeply.

This was starting to sound all too familiar.

Or maybe she was just feeling uneasy because…

"It's not that far away, I can go if you want," Laxus said.

"No," Mirajane shook her head. "Something might happen while you're gone. You should stay here."

"What's going to happen in a few hours?" Laxus asked.

"It's Fairy Tail, a lot could happen," Mirajane giggled, though there was little life in her laughter.

"Have you even been back there since it happened?" Laxus asked.

"No," Mirajane sighed. "But that's probably a good thing. It's been over twenty years since Elfman, Lisanna and I were driven out of that town. I doubt anyone remembers me. Besides, maybe things have changed."

"I dunno about that," Laxus said. "I think there's been a new delivery of job requests, I can look through there to find something new."

"No," Mirajane shook her head. "I already told Cato this is the one we're going on."

"Yeah, but that's before you or I realized where this request came from," Laxus said.

"And that's our fault for not being thorough, not his, we shouldn't let him down because we didn't dot all of our i's and cross all our t's."

"Mira," Laxus sighed.

"Laxus, I'll be fine," Mirajane said, setting a hand on either side of her face. "I'm not the same, scared little girl I was when I left."

"I know that, I just-well-I don't want you to be uncomfortable or hurt because of what happened there before."

"I know," Mirajane said, stroking his cheeks with her thumbs. "But I'll be okay, I promise."

Laxus sighed. "Alright, I trust you."

Mirajane smiled and stole a quick kiss from him.

Neither of them were aware of their teenage daughter listening in on their conversation. Farrah frowned as she walked off to find her brother. Cato was busy packing his bag, an excited grin on his face that only widened upon seeing his sister.

"Hey, Farrah, you've been on jobs before, you think I'll need an extra bottle of sanitizer, or will just the stuff in my first aid kit be enough?"

"Eh, for a small trip like this, that will probably be enough," Farrah answered. "But, listen, Cato, I don't think job is all it's cracked up to be."

"What makes you say that?" Cato asked.

"Well," Farrah said, crossing her arms as she leaned against the wall. "You remember what Mama told us about how she got her magic? And how she and Uncle Elfman and Aunt Lisana were thrown out of their village because of it?"

"Yeah…" Cato answered, looking concerned.

"Well, I just overheard Mama and Papa talking, and I think this job you're going on is in Mama's old hometown."

"What, no way!?" Cato exclaimed. "Why would she wanna go back there! Hang on, I'm gonna go tell her to pick out a job somewhere else-"

"I don't think that's gonna work," Farrah said.

"Why not?"

"I think…" Farrah's voice trailed off and she sighed. "I heard her say something about not being the same, scared little girl she was when she left Papa. I think...she wants to go back. I think she wants to confront that part of her past somehow."

"Oh," Cato lowered his head, brow furrowed, losing himself in thought for a moment.

"Just," Farrah sighed. "Just take care of her out there, okay?"

Cato lifted his head and nodded. "I'll try."

"Cato!" Mirajane's voice called from down the hall. "It's time to go."

"Coming!" Cato called as he picked his bag up and walked into the hall to join his mother.

IIIIIIIIIIIIIIII

Cato glanced at his mother from the corner of his eye as he read his magazine. So far she seemed fine. She seemed like her normal cheery self, which he found surprising. This must have been a big deal for her. Shouldn't she have at least been nervous? Maybe Farrah was wrong. Maybe they weren't going to his mother's old hometown.

As their carriage rolled to a stop, though, Cato thought he saw a small flicker of foreboding in his mother's eyes.

Mirajane tried to keep her old emotions at bay as she stepped out of the carriage.

"Hm," she hummed to herself as she looked around at her surroundings. Not a lot had changed since she and her siblings had left. The old general store was still here, the houses looked as if they hadn't been painted since her banishment. The old church even looked the same since she'd last seen it, minus a massive hole in the roof.

That old church…

...where she'd fought her first demon…

...where her life had changed forever.

As she stared at the old building she felt a warm, strong hand slip its way into hers. She turned to find Cato standing next to her, staring at her as he held her hand. She couldn't help but gasp. She couldn't even remember the last time he'd reached to hold her hand in public. It wasn't something most thirteen year old boys did.

A small smile played on her lips as she remembered when Cato was little, how he'd clutch her hand and stare up at her when he was afraid. Now he stood at her shoulder, in a few months time no doubt he'd be taller than her. His hand was already bigger than hers. And he was not looking at her with a look of childish fear now, but a look of concern.

Mirajane gave his hand a quick squeeze as she smiled comfortingly at him. Somehow, despite her best efforts to hide it, he'd picked up on her nervousness.

Mirajane sighed as she and Cato walked towards the cathedral. As nervous as she may have been, she couldn't let her emotions get in the way. This was a big day for Cato, his first job, and she was not going to let her emotions ruin it for him.

A group of people were gathered outside the cathedral whispering amongst themselves. As Mirajane pushed her way through to the front, Cato following along behind her, she heard words like "cursed" and "witch" being tossed around. A small shudder ran down her spine. This was starting to feel all too familiar.

Cato, too, noticed the language the crowd was using. Was this what it was like when his mother was run out of this backwards town? Did she have to walk through a crowd like this as they called her vile names and spat upon her? Cato glanced up at his mother. She looked fine. As if none of this was bothering. But was that true? Did it bother her?

Soon the two made their way to the front of the cathedral where a trio of old men were waiting, whispering to each other.

"Excuse me?" Mirajane asked softly.

Cato noticed the low volume of her voice. So this was shaking her up a bit…

The old men turned to look to Mirajane.

"Hello," Mirajane answered softly. "We're the wizards you called to fix your roof…"

"Forget the roof!" one of the old men screeched. "Just get that cursed witch out of here!"

"Pardon?" Cato asked, eyes narrowed, arms crossed.

"Cato, just listen," Mirajane said in a calm voice, though inside she felt like throwing up.

"True, a storm blew in a few days ago and tore a hole in the roof of our cathedral," another of the old men said. "But along with the storm cam a witch! She has since cursed our lovely cathedral and has overrun it with ghosts, spectres, and phantoms!"

"But...ghosts, spectres, and phantoms are the same thing…" Cato pointed out.

"WE DON'T CARE JUST GET RID OF THEM! AND HER!" the third of the old men shouted.

Mirajane felt another shudder go through her body as she clutched her hands into fists. They could be telling the truth. Maybe there really was a witch inside the cathedral. But something was telling her that was not the case.

As she began to lose herself in her thoughts, she felt a pair of hands on her back, pushing her aside.

"Excuse me, gentlemen, could you excuse us?" Cato asked as he ushered his mother away from the old men and the crowd.

"Cato, what are you-" Mirajane asked.

"Mama, do you want to leave?" Cato whispered once they were out of earshot of the bystanders.

"What?" Mirajane asked.

Cato averted his gaze, stuffing his hands into his pockets. "Farrah overheard you and Papa talking. She told me that we'd be going to where you grew up."

Mirajane gasped. This whole time she'd been trying to hide her feelings from her son and he'd known all along.

"I know this place has to have bad memories for you so, if you want to leave that's fine. I can always take my first job somewhere else," Cato continued.

Mirajane smiled at her son as she cupped his face in her hands. "You're such a sweet boy. But it'll be fine. Besides," Mirajane glanced back at the cathedral. "I have a feeling there's someone here who needs help."

"Yeah," Cato followed his mother's gaze. "Something tells me you're not the only person who's been run out of here."

Mirajane sighed deeply. He'd caught the whiff of something foul going on as well.

"So, what's the plan?" Cato asked. "Do we just charge in there? Do we go into stealth mode? Do we knock? Should we take the back door? Is there even a backdoor on this thing?"

"Maybe we should try to peak in a window," Mirajane offered.

"Yeah, that's probably smart," Cato nodded. "It would be nice to know what we're walking into before we, y'know, walk in."

Mirajane chuckled at her son as they walked to the side wall of the cathedral and began peaking in a stained-glass window. As they looked a group broke away from the crowd to watch them.

"...does the woman look familiar?" someone asked.

Cato overheard them and turned to frown at the crowd. "Could you guys back up? Official wizarding business going on, we need space!"

The crowd didn't seem to listen.

"...a bit suspicious, at the very least. I mean, what's a woman her age doing jobs like these for anyways?" someone else in the crowd asked.

"Excuse you!" Cato said. "I don't talk about your mother like that, don't talk about mine!"

That seemed to shame the crowd enough into going back to where they'd come from.

Mirajane couldn't help but smile softly at Cato's remark. Since when had he been the one to look out for her? Wasn't it supposed to be the other way around?

Mirajane bent down, squinting her eyes to see through a clear bit of glass. Shuffling through the center of the sanctuary was a thin, shadowy figure, head hung, hands clasped to their chest.

"Cato, look," Mirajane whispered.

Cato obeyed, peering through the bit of glass his mother had been. "That doesn't look like a ghost."

"It's the witch!" someone shouted as the crowd moved back towards Mirajane and Cato.

"Hey, didn't I ask you to back up?" Cato asked. "You hired us to do this job, now let us do it!"

"Cato, that's enough," Mirajane said, setting a hand on his shoulder. She wasn't harsh in her tone as she led her son away from the window. She knew why he was doing this, for her sake, but if he kept prodding the bull he'd cause more harm than good.

She would know.

"We need to find a discreet way inside so we don't startle her," she told her son as they walked around the cathedral.

"Right," Cato nodded, stroking his cheek. "Hey, Mama? Remember that book of creepy magic legends that Farrah has?"

"The one that made you wet the bed when you were little?" Mirajane giggled.

"Aw, c'mon, that was only once, Mama! Can't a guy live it down?"

Mirajane giggled again as Cato frowned at her.

"Anyways, remember the chapter on ghosts?"

"Yes, I do," Mirajane answered. "Why do you bring this up?"

"Just a theory," Cato said. "The people back there said that the ghosts appeared when this girl did. Even though they seem like a group of paranoid lunatics to me, I think there might be something to that…"

"Oh?" Mirajane arched an eyebrow, intrigued. Before she could ask further, though, she and Cato happened upon a back door. Mirajane went to open it, but it was locked.

"Memory make, water," Cato said, conjuring up glowing, white water that he then guided into the keyhole.

"Memory make, freeze," Cato said, turning the water to ice. He grabbed the icy creation he'd made and turned it, unlocking the door.

"Oh!" Mirajane exclaimed, pleasantly surprised.

"Storm showed me that trick," Cato smiled as he opened the door for his mother and they both stepped inside. They walked along a narrow and dark hallway before entering the sanctuary.

Pacing up and down the center of the sanctuary was a teenage girl, with long silver hair, pale skin, and a thin, willowy build. She murmured to herself as she rang her hands together, staring at her scuffling, nervous feet.

Mirajane stared hard at him from the doorway she and Cato were peaking out of. Something was clearly wrong, she seemed very frightened. Before Mirajane had time to really think about it, though, Cato stepped out of the hall and began walking towards the girl.

"Cato, wait!" Mirajane hissed.

"Miss?" Cato asked softly. "Miss, are you okay?"

The girl gasped as she whirled around, bright, red eyes bulging.

Suddenly, from nowhere, the massive shape of a woman dressed in a ballgown materialized in front of the girl. Tears of blood ran down the woman's face as she frowned at Cato, sharp, blackened teeth bared, as two skeletal hands reached for him.

"Cato!" Mirajane shrieked, running towards her son.

"Whoa!" Cato gasped, eyes wide.

"Mary, stop!" a shrill voice shouted.

The figure of the woman in the ballgown stopped reaching for Cato and turned back to look at the girl standing behind her. The girl whimpered as tears ran down her face.

"Stop, you'll make it worse," she whimpered.

"It's okay, I'm not gonna hurt her," Cato said just as Mirajane reached him and stood between him and this ghastly figure.

The woman turned back towards Cato, bloody eyes narrow as she stared down at him. Mirajane felt a shudder go down her spine. So there really were ghosts here after all.

"My Mama and I are here to help her," Cato continued, setting a hand on Mirajane's shoulder.

The ghost narrowed her eyes all the more.

"You can stay here if you don't believe me," Cato offered. "But I promise we won't hurt her."

This seemed to satisfy the ghostly woman, for she lifted her gray shirt and floated to the side, hovering over the pews so Cato could approach the girl.

The girl looked to be about Farrah's age, maybe a year younger. She trembled as Cato slowly approached her.

"What's your name?" Cato asked.

The girl shyly looked up at him, still ringing her hands.

"What's your name?" Cato asked once more.

"Jennabeth," the girl answered.

"Hi, Jennabeth. My name's Cato," Cato offered his hand. "I'm a memory make wizard, and I'm guessing you're a ghost wizard?"

Jennabeth took a step back, a look of surprise on her face.

"I've read about you guys in one of my sister's books," Cato continued. "You're kinda like celestial wizards. When a person dies and they still have unfinished business they sometimes get trapped here as a ghost. When that happens they try to find ghost wizards and form a bond with them. The wizard then has the power of a ghost on their side, and the ghost has a chance of tying up whatever loose ends that are keeping them here by helping the wizard. You guys are really rare, though, so much so that most people don't believe you exist. Right?"

Jennabeth nodded slowly, looking a little calmer, but still a bit nervous.

"So...what are you doing here?" Cato asked. "Shouldn't you be in a guild or something?"

"I don't think any wizard guild wants me," Jennabeth said in a quiet voice. "Not a good one anyway."

"Why not?" Cato asked. "I mean, you're magic is super rare and I'll bet it's pretty powerful."

"But people are afraid of it," Jennabeth answered, still in a quiet voice. "I didn't mean to scare anyone. But...I started seeing ghosts when I was little. They all said I could help them so of course I said yes. That's all it was. I just wanted to help them. I didn't think that was so bad. But now I can't stay anywhere long before people get scared of me and my ghosts and I have to leave."

Jennabeth's lower lip began to tremble. "That's what happened here. I was trying to leave, but then they chased me into this church and locked me in. If I go out there now they'll hurt me, or try to, and then my ghosts will hurt them to save me."

Mirajane clenched her fists. "So nothing's changed."

Jennabeth raised her head. "What do you mean?"

"My Mama used to live here," Cato explained. "But she got chased off because people were scared of her magic too. In fact there are a lot of people back in our guild who people were afraid of. My Mama, Uncle Gajeel, one of my best friends, Nashi. You should come home with us to Fairy Tail. My Papa's the guildmaster so I'm sure he'll let you in."

Jennabeth hung her head and hugged herself. "I don't know…"

"There's a big library in our basement. We can do research to help you find ways to control your ghosts," Cato further offered.

This seemed to catch Jennabeth's interest.

"If that doesn't help my best friend, Persephone, is an archive wizard. I'm sure she could find something," Cato continued.

"You think?" Jennabeth asked softly.

"Sure!" Cato said.

Jennabeth smiled softly, but then hung her head. "But how will we ever get out of here?"

"I've thought of that," Cato smiled brightly.

At that moment what appeared to be another Cato walked through the front door.

"What?" Jennabeth asked, eyes wide.

"It's one of my memory-make clones," Cato explained. "I sent him out to say we got rid of the ghosts and got our payment. Now the coast should be clear for us to sneak out."

Cato's clone handed him a bag of jewel, playfully saluted Jennabeth, and then disappeared.

The ghostly woman, who had been levitating nearby suddenly chuckled deeply, and then pointed a skeletal finger towards Cato.

"I like this boy, he's clever," she said with an affirming nod.

Jennabeth smiled softly once again as she turned to Cato and Mirajane. "Well, if Mary approves then I suppose I can't say no."

IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII

"We're back!" Cato announced as he, Mirajane, and Jennabeth walked into the guildhall. "And we brought a newcomer!"

"Did you now?" Laxus asked from where he had been sitting at the bar, chatting with the rest of the Thunder Legion. He stood to his feet and walked to his son, wife, and the new comer. "And who do we have here?"

"This is Jennabeth," Cato said. "She's a ghost wizard."

"That so?" Laxus asked.

Jennabeth hung her head, twirling her hands nervously. "I...I hope that's not an issue…"

"Not at all," Laxus replied.

Jennabeth's eyes widened as she looked up at him. "Really?"

"Really. Don't think we've ever had one of those in Fairy Tail before. That should add some interesting dynamics to our crazy crew. Welcome aboard! I'm the guildmaster Laxus, I see you've already met my wife and son-oof!"

Laxus looked down to find a messy faced July clinging to his leg. "And this is my other son, July, who looks like he's robbed the cookie jar again…"

"Uh-uh!" July shook his head.

"Oh yeah?" Laxus asked, running his finger over July's cheek, and then showing the chocolate and crumbs to his son. "What's that?"

July gasped and covered his face with his hands. "I didn't do nothing!"

"Yeah, I don't believe you…" Laxus said.

"Come on, let's get you cleaned up," Mirajane sighed as she lifted July into her arms and carried him off.

"Now let's see…" Laxus scanned the room. "Farrah, get your tail over here!"

Within a few seconds Farrah had bounded her way to her father's side, Benedict trailing a few steps behind her.

"This is Farrah, my daughter. And the clingy shadow following her is called Benedict."

"He's not that clingy!" Farrah protested.

"I...uh...was just coming to see what was going on, sir…" Benedict said nervously.

"Benedict is Farrah's boyfriend," Cato explained to Jennabeth. "I think Papa likes making him nervous. It also annoys Farrah. It's kinda funny, I admit."

"Oh?" Jennabeth replied, not fully understanding.

"Are you new?" Farrah asked, stepping forward to shake Jennabeth's hand.

"Ugh!" a loud voice groaned. Everyone turned to find Sanjay sulking by, a bucket and mop in his hands. "Great! Another stupid girl!"

"Nobody asked you, and you still have five rooms to mop, so shoo!" Laxus snapped.

"Ignore him," Farrah told Jennabeth. "No one like him, anyways."

"Oh?" Jennabeth asked again.

"Uh…"

Both girls turned to find Montie approaching Jennabeth. "I apologize for my brother. He's a bit...well...testy."

"That's putting it mildly!" Farrah sniffed.

"So, uh, you joining Fairy Tail?" Benedict asked.

"Yes," Jennabeth shyly answered. "Are you all members already?"

"Yup."

"Sure am!"

"Yes."

The other three teenagers answered.

"Mind me asking what magic you use?" Jennabeth's quiet, sky voice inquired.

"I'm a lightning dragon slayer," Farrah answered.

"I use sound magic," Benedict replied.

"I use glass-make magic, and my brother uses smoke magic," Montie answered, nervously running a hand through the burgundy hair he shared with his brother. "They're useful enough, I suppose."

"I think Sanjay blows some of his smoke up his own butt," Farrah muttered.

"Farrah," Benedict sighed.

"Did I lie?" Farrah asked.

"So, what magic do you use, Jennabeth?" Benedict asked, changing the subject, not wanting to argue with his girlfriend.

"Oh, well, uh…" Jennabeth hung her head, nervously ringing her hands together. "I, uh, use, ghost magic…"

"Really? So you can summon ghosts or something?" Montie asked.

Jennabeth slowly, shyly nodded.

"Ooh! Show us! Show us! Show us!" Farrah begged, hopping up and down excitedly.

"What?" Jennabeth raised her head, eyes wide with surprise. "You want to see?"

"Yeah!" Farrah exclaimed. "C'mon! Show us!"

"Oh, well, uh," Jennabeth stuttered, smiling. "Does anyone want to come say hi?"

A ghostly boy in striped shorts, a white, torn shirt, and red handkerchief around his skull of a head appeared, a tattered drum hanging around his neck and he giggled and bounced about.

"Whoa!" Farrah exclaimed as she stared.

"Yup. That's a ghost," Benedict concluded wide-eyed.

"That's the drummer boy," Jennabeth said, rocking her heels with excitement, a wide grin on her face.

"Uh...so...how many of those guys do you have?" Montie asked.

"Six," Jennabeth replied. "I have Drummer Boy, Bloody Mary, Headless Horseman, White Lady, Black Knight, and Lady in Red."

"So, can you only call one at a time? Or only when they wanna come? Like, what's the deal?" Farrah asked.

"Usually only one at a time," Jennabeth said. "More than that and I get dizzy. It's a bit easier at night though. They like it better when it's dark."

"Guess that makes sense," Benedict shrugged.

"So, like, who's your strongest?" Montie asked.

"Hm. Probably Mary, though Horsey's a close second…" Jennabeth pondered.

"Horsey?" Farrah asked.

"Yeah, that's what I call him. I don't think he likes it though…"

Cato smiled as he watched on. Now that Jennabeth seemed to be getting along with the kids closer to her own age (minus Sanjay) he went off to look for his mother.

IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII

"There you go, all clean!" Mirajane said as she finished cleaning July's face off.

"Yay!" July clapped as Mirajane lifted him off the counter and set him on the ground.

"Psst! Mama?"

Mirajane turned to find Cato walking towards her. She smiled softly at him before turning to his toddler brother.

"July, go find your Papa, okay? Mama needs to talk to Cato."

"Oh! You in twouble!" July giggled as he ran off.

"No I'm not," Cato said, then turned to Mirajane. "Right?"

"No, you're not," Mirajane said, taking his hands in hers. "I just wanted to apologize."

"Why?" Cato asked.

"Well," Mirajane sighed. "When I saw where the job was I should have called it off. I had too much baggage associated with that place, and the job turned out to be heavier than expected."

"But if we hadn't gone there Jennabeth could still be in trouble," Cato said. "Besides, it wasn't your fault. What happened to her or you."

Mirajane smiled softly. "I know. And...I think I felt the need to remind myself of that."

"Huh?" Cato asked.

"Today was my first time being back there. I...I don't know what I thought I would find. Maybe I was hoping things would have changed. Or maybe I wanted to see if there was something I could have done differently back then. I don't know. Either way it was selfish of me to try and make amends with my past on your first job. Today should have been about you, not me."

Cato frowned and then hugged his mother. "I don't think it was selfish."

Mirajane smiled as she hugged her son back.

"Did you do it?" Cato asked.

"Hm?"

"Make amends?"

Mirajane sighed. "For now, at least."

"That's good," Cato said. "I'm glad I could help you on my first job, Mama."

Mirajane felt a lump in her throat as she tightened her grip on her son. "Thank you."

Cato returned the tightened hug, then pulled away, grabbed her hands, and led her back to the main room. "Now, c'mon! You gotta give Jennabeth her guild mark."

Mirajane smiled as she followed her son back to where Jennabeth was still talking to Farrah, Benedict, and Montie. Mirajane grabbed the stamp and asked Jennabeth what color and placement she'd like.

"You should pick white, like ghosts," Farrah said.

"Oh, yeah, that sounds good," Jennabeth nodded.

"Where you wanna put it, though?" Benedict asked.

"Oh...um…" Jennabeth thought as she twirled her hands together. She then looked down at her hands, she held them open, palms facing her. She then looked up at Mirajane and held her left hand out, palm facing up. Mirajane smiled as she placed the white mark into Jennabeth's palm.

"There, now you're official!" Cato declared.

Jennabeth gazed at her new mark and smiled.

Mirajane also smiled, eyes trailing back to her son. Not a lot of people could say they saved someone and recruited a new member to the guild while on their first job.

AN: Just realizing this, but how is it that the boys of the Birthday Gang are wholesome cinnamon rolls, while the girls and terrifying tornadoes of chaos? Anyways, hope you enjoyed this! See y'all later! Storm will be up next.