Sorry this took longer than our hoped for week guys. We both had... life stuff hit us pretty hard. This chapter is also shorter than the last one. Again with the life stuff thing. We are already working on the next one. So. On with the show!
Hiro Mashima owns Fairy Tail. White Sea's wizards are Desna's.
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"Ok," Tink had her hands spread out as if holding them all still through will power would help her think. "Let me get this straight. Your mother, Nurem, is the lunar dragon who is mated to the celestial dragon Drago who is a celestial spirit as well as a real dragon who knows Virgo and used to send her with messages and gifts to Nurem because if he visited her himself it would draw Acnologia's attention. So you know Virgo, who knows a real living breathing dragon and never told us! Natsu is going to lose his flipping mind!"
"She was in hiding. If Virgo told you it might have reached Acnologia." It was about to get a whole lot more complicated. He could hear it.
"Unkie Chris? Hugs for Pipi?"
"Pipi! Hey baby! Come here." The sight of the big slayer hugging the little wooden totem was cute and precious as fuck. Cobra gagged. The wheels in Tink's head started spinning faster.
'Unkie? Uncle. The slayer from Bosco is Bickslow's brother? I didn't know he had a brother. Wait a minute. I've heard of this guy. Bosco has two slayers. Siblings. Arman Pradesh's adopted children. That makes Bickslow..."
"Cristoff, I hope you aren't very attached to your brother, because I'm going to kill him."
"Not that I doubt he deserves it, but which brother and why are you planning to murder him?"
"Bickslow, why would I kill one of your other brothers?"
"I dont know why you are killing this one so I couldn't say."
"Because he knew! The crazy joker knows I all but worship the ground your father walks on and he never fucking told me!"
"Told you what Miss Lucy?"
"That he was the son of my idol! I'm going to rip the feather off his stupid hat and strangle him with it I swear to Mavis!"
'Gods she is so sexy when she gets angry. She glows just like the star she is.' Cobra snickered at Midnight who glared at him. 'Fuck you, you overgrown skink.'
"Daddy in trouble? Cosplayer kill daddy?"
"PipI, no honey. I'm not really going to kill him. You know how Natsu makes me really mad sometimes and your Daddy thinks it's funny? This is like that."
"Oh. Funnies on Daddy." The little soul-in-a-box was giggling. The grin in his best friend's face where he trailed in Tink's footsteps reminded him a little of the days when Brain still had a hold on his soul.
"Little one, Lucy is going to put the funnies all over your daddy." 'And it's going to be glorious'
"Damn strait." Midnight wasn't the only one looking forward to that.
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Racer was about bored out of his brain. They had wandered around in the dark for hours and had yet to find a single thing of any interest. Richard had talked and chattered until Laxus had had enough and hit him with a bolt of lightning. The creepy little doll was leading them back to the others now. They had and enemy and were preparing to assault the temple the dark guild was hiding in. He would have run on ahead, but the Fairy leading their group had him holding back. He had been hit with lightning enough times already to respect his decision. The guy had a temper like Cobra with magic power on Jellal's level to back it with.
Something seemed to be bothering the big blond. His eyes jumped from shadow to shadow, like he expected one of them to jump out and bite them. When Richard had asked him about it he had just shaken his head and his scowl had deepened. Racer just hoped whatever had the S-class mage nervous either hurried up and attacked them or went the hell away.
The sulking hulk suddenly threw himself into the dense foliage with a flash of yellow lightning. A terrified scream echoed around them followed by a deep beastial growl that caused Racer to shudder. The Fairy came back dragging a man behind him, who he dropped to the ground between the three of them like wet laundry.
"Start talking coward."
"I don't know anything!" Laxus snarled and the man gave a terrified whimper. "I-I've heard of you. You're Laxus Dreyer, the Thunder God. What do you want? Why are you up here? Nobody ever comes up here!" The Thunder God smiled. Racer liked it better when he was scowling. In his experience slayers were scary as fuck when they were happy.
"Hunting. I'm not after mice like you, so why don't you be a good little minion and point me toward more challenging prey, before I decide I'm hungry enough to make do with you." He turned his smile to the forest around them when several more wizards made an appearance. "That's more like it." The way the man threw himself into the fight said Racer wasn't the only one who had been bored.
None of these wizards were particularly powerful, however they did seem to be multiplying. The fact that Laxus's magic was noisy and flashy seemed to be drawing them like flies to honey. Just when they reached the point where they were becoming annoying a ray of bright light dropped Midnight, Cobra, Lucy, and an unfamiliar dark-haired man wielding deadly moonlight into the middle of the fight. Racer had never been afraid of the moon before today, but he would never look at it the same way again.
"Cobra! They have to be coming from somewhere. Find out where!"
"Quit being bossy, Tink. I'm already on it!"
"You were the one who said she should be in charge, you asshole!"
"Doesn't mean I don't have the right to be my very own asshole self, you sick puppy!"
"Would you two either kiss or focus!"
"Awe, that's sweet, Tink, but I'm not really into that kind of triangle shit. I don't like sharing."
"What does that even mean?"
"Shut up you gossiping old lady!" Wow. Those three were unbelievable. They just kept going, all while beating the shit out of the Dread's Denomination wizards.
"Open, Gate of the Archer, Sagittarius!"
"Howdy do, my Lady?"
"Let 'em have it Sagittarius. Give Richard room to work. Information, Cobra! You getting us some, or do I need to find someone who is better equipped to handle this?" Cobra cackled madly as he tackled one of the wizards to the ground and just held him there as he struggled and flailed.
"Fuck, Tink, you have no idea how that sounded do you? Midnight's gunna need a hankie and a transfusion if you keep this up."
"Shut it you perv!" Laxus started laughing from his side of the large clearing they were rapidly creating with their magical battle.
"Blondie's right. You have what it takes or is somebody else going to have to finish the job?"
"I will absolutely poison your face, Sparkles! Shut the hell up!"
"Wow," Came from the new guy, who was apparently a dragon slayer, though Racer still had no idea where he had come from. "It's like you're all a bunch of kids. I feel right at home."
"I'm still murdering your brother when I find him!" Brother? Lucy wasn't really the murder type.
"Found it!" Cobra blew a cloud of poison into the face of the wizard he held to the ground, before grabbing Richard and running off. "Don't wait up for us kids. Catch up when you get bored!"
"You stupid asshole! Don't leave the group!"
"Yeah, like Blondie said. You die remember we were right about you being idiots!" The number of wizards started rapidly decreasing shortly after that.
"Well, that was fun. Chris, this is Racer. Chris is Bickslow's brother. Umm..." The blond wrinkled her nose at the two slayers, who seemed to be involed in some sort of staring match. "You two know each other?"
"Only by reputation, Miss Lucy. It's nice to finally meet you, Laxus."
"Cristoff. We should follow the idiots."
"Right." Lucy grabbed a wide-eyed Midnight by the hand and headed off in the direction Cobra had dragged Richard. They found them sitting, or lounging in Cobra's case, in front of a hillside that had obviously been on the receiving end of Richard's magic.
"Took you long enough, Tink."
"Shut up, Toxic Waste."
"Richard can open this back up whenever you are ready. It's a side entrance to their biggest hideout. Or guildhall, if you wanna call it that."
"Nice. Well I'll defer to Laxus while our groups travel together."
"Of course you will, Blondie. Open her up. Let's find us some more fun."
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Emzadi had followed her chosen group for a while. She was almost certain the big blond was her brother's friend Laxus, a dragon slayer on level with a wizard saint. She could have lots of fun riding that train while she was in Fiore. Then she caught a scent on the breeze and before she knew it her inner dragon had her abandoning her assigned post to chase it down. The smell of sun-warmed roses and almonds this late into the night had her dragon desperate to taste the person the scent originated from.
She followed the scent around the base of the mountain, her dragon alternating between happy purring and desperate rage. Mate. Her mate was here. She had to find them. She had to find her mate now, before one of the others she could smell stole her mate from her.
Her mate was in a large crowd of people when she caught up to the source of their scent. Her brothers were there, Vander and Bickslow, as well as her sister Xally and Beck. She could smell two other dragons in the group and three more females. This just wouldn't do. One of them would take her mate from her. He was hers and she would not share. For now she would wait, and watch, but if any of them touched her mate she would kill them.
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I don't get it..." Gray trailed off, watching the mages that had gathered blankly. Feeling a hand pat him on the head, he was quick to shove Angels' hand off of his head.
"We know." Angel smirked before turning away from him. "Alright folks, we managed to get one piece of shit dark mage. Well one and a half if you count the crispy one. Any suggestions on how to get the info we need out of him?" She asked, gesturing to the pinned in ice mage. "I know you Fairies tend to frown on torture."
"Normally yeah, but this is a special occasion." Bix spoke up, taking a step forward after pulling his eyes away from the still smirking Vander and glowering Gajeel. "I got this. The rest of you will want to close your eyes though."
"What are you going to do?" Jellal asked, brows furrowing.
"Something that I don't want the rest of you getting caught up in." With that Bix pushed back his visor and leaned down. Rolling his own eyes that were starting to glow, Bix merely lifted his hands and forced the mages eyes open as he tapped into his magic, eyes shining brightly. Startled curses echoed around him as the others slammed their eyes shut, though the green glow still showed through their eyelids.
Hearing muffled grunts that led to quiet screams, Gray felt his hands clenching and didn't think much of leaning towards the heat source that he suddenly felt in front of him. Feeling the deep cloth of what he figured was a shirt, he pressed closer, oddly enjoying the heat pumping against him through the cloth. Moments passed before the tortured sounds stopped and the glow died away.
"Alright folks, it's safe." Gray opened his eyes to find himself leaning against Natsu's back. What the hell? One; why was he even over here? Two; why was he touching the flame brain? Three; why was Natsu letting him? Gray backed away and shook his head, missing the lost look Natsu cast his way. He focused back on what Bickslow was saying.
"Looks like this place has got a number of entrances, all of them hidden, but the largest one is nearby. Apparently the entrance is hidden by an illusion, a pretty strong one. We'll either need Freeds runes or maybe even Midnights skills to get in." Bickslow explained, stepping back and letting the mans head roll forward as the mage fainted. A sudden breeze blew around them, and Bix found himself fighting off a shudder, even as a sense of apprehension slammed through him. Swallowing the ocean of saliva that flooded his mouth, he strode off towards the hidden entrance, waving for everyone to follow him.
Thankfully Freed was able to break through the illusion gaurding the entrance. It was a good thing they didn't need Midnight because Bickslow lost contact with the two babies currently not with the group. They were together last he had heard though, so nobody worried. That group had Laxus, Cobra, Cristoff, and Emzadi in it, not to mention the other four wizards were nothing to sneeze at. Everybody pittied the enemy that chose to take them on.
They walked for several minutes before Natsu accidently activated a defense spell that collapsed a section of the tunnel they were in right when they got to a fork in the tunnel. The only injury was a minor one. Xally had no trouble at all mending the scrape on Meredy's arm. Freed showed a surprising amount of concern over the almost bloodless wound and slapped a fear rune on Natsu that made him jumpy and cautious to the point of psychotic for a while.
The rear gaurd of their party was cut off in the cave in. Jellal had Popo with him, who reported that they were fine. He took the other tunnel and told them to keep going. He was a wizard saint and the whole group considered him nigh unbeatable at this point, so they shrugged and moved on.
Gajeel and Meredy split off at the next crossroads. Gajeel grumbled, but his shoulders seemed to relax a little when Vander voiced his intention to go with them. Meredy squeeled almost silently as she followed them into the dark tunnel, sendind a cheery wave at Freed as she left. The rest of them walked in silence for several more minutes before coming to a place where several tunnels joined.
"You..." That low growled word, snaking out to wrap around him had Bickslow freezing in place and breaking out in a cold sweat. The low chuckles, and one evil cackle that echoed it had him shuddering. He was fighting every instinct to run, every instinct to even move. Somehow he knew, he just knew that if he tried to run, it'd only make things worse. Gulping hard against the lump of fear that lodged itself in his throat, he slowly, carefully, inch by inch turned his head to the side, letting his eyes be the last thing to look over his shoulder.
The clenched, shaking fists were the first thing he saw. Long golden blonde hair swaying in the slight breeze drew his gaze further. Quick glances behind her had a whimper strangling his voice box. Two lean men, both with arms crossed, hidden further in the shadows, flanked her. Another male, much broader in shoulder, towered over them from behind, and a large fanged grin gleamed in what little bit of light there was.
He was fucked. He didn't know what he had done, or said, to cause the aura of pure violence nearly pulsing from the otherwise sunny celestial mage, but he knew he was going to be walking away limping as his brother wasn't likely to help heal him. Then she lifted her fists. Bickslow let out a high pitched scream like a girls (that he would later deny that until he was deep in the ground) and bolted, trying to call for his babies to help him, only for Midnight to reflect him back in Lucy's direction.
"Traitor!" Bix yelped, stumbling backwards as she stalked closer to him. Something caught on his ankle and he found himself sprawled on his back with a curse and cringe. Rolling slightly to his side, he felt his jaw drop at the sight of one of his sweeter babies, Pipi, under his ankle before darting away to dance playfully around Lucy.
"We've all been looking forward to this to much to let you run." The fact that it was his brother Cristoff who said this nearly had Bix ready to beg for mercy from Lucy. He was saved from what he was sure would have been a fate worse than death when a ball of purple light appeared in the middle of the froup and just as quickly exploded. Richard and Midnight managed to contain most of the damage, but by the time the light faded their were spells flying everywhere.
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She could hear fighting. Screams of pain and fear and rage. The creature inside her growled weakly. It wanted out, to fight, but she knew from experience they were weak and useless in a fight. Maybe if they could somehow free themselves from the drain on their magic, maybe then they would have the strength to free her, but she doubted it. Far away the fighting continued. The sound wasn't new. The guild faught amongst themselves often. This sounded more vicious than usual, but she had no doubts the outcome would be the same. Whoever won would come for her to claim their prize, they always did. She would fight of course, but it would do her no good.
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To be continued