Down the vast street two individuals walked, one farther behind the other. Cana walked ahead, swaying her large hips as many of men were left staring at her as she passed through the streets. Then they glanced at the person following her, and by the way he was looking, they knew not to look at him.
Cana sipped from a booze bottle she still had on hand as she walked. Her glance diverted behind, where she glanced at Craig, and he looked just as his nickname describes him – cranky.
"Hey what's the matter? Still feeling sluggish or are you just slowing us down so you don't have to join us?" She questioned in a scolding tone.
"Both, now shut up Brownie." Craig barked back harshly. He looked away as he just trudged idly through the street, and yet his pacing was slow, and he was pacing behind as in ten feet. Cana didn't question that nor gave the time or day to care. She knew well enough that Craig has his reasons, but that didn't stop them from making progress to the guild.
If Craig could rewrite what he had said back awhile ago, he would've, but know he felt like he was never gonna hear the end of it, especially after 'Brownie' chided him in a mocking manner almost halfway through the trip about his inability to swim well. It was bad enough to get snarking comments about that, but to get duped upon his own deal was something that made him and to just fall over and play dead. However he knew that a deal was a deal, and he was a man of his word.
He was gonna join Cana's guild, and he knew…that he was hate every moment onward.
"Come on, Cranky. You want me to put you on a leash and throw you a bone?" Cana asked, more than a little fed up.
Craig bared his fangs at her as they made eye contact, making Cana glance away. "Brownie, you knew full well that if you so much as even point a finger at me…" His eyes narrowed. "I'll rip it off. And you know that I don't ever bluff."
"Alright, alright." Cana still felt a small and uneasy shiver run down her spine. When she thought back to the matter, Craig indeed is true to his words. She watched him rip right into Hanz's neck and rip into his claws and fins. And the more she thought back, the more she recalled Craig's battle against Grander, and his predatory demeanor. She knew Craig may not hesitate to attack, so maybe that's why the proximity was rather large between them.
Eventually the moment came, and then it all came together. Craig and Cana stood in front of Fairy Tail's Guild Hall. The more Craig looked up at the building, the more he bared the sharp fangs. It was a sign that things weren't gonna go well, especially after the last visit made when he dropped Cana off.
"Oh suck it up." Cana said. "Come one, let's get you talking to ol' Master. I'm sure he'll be interested to see you again."
"Don't care."
Cana just whipped her head and hair away as she walked past Craig and through the open doorway. Almost immediately both were welcomed back into the bustling fray that was but another war inside the guild hall.
Elfman was seen tossed away, hitting a pillar. Natsu and Gray were seen simultaneously punching the other's face, everything and everyone else was either lying down, broken, or still in the midst of a pointless bashing.
Craig was unfazed as his grudge face was plastered, unmoving as nearby members didn't dare to look into his eyes, rather they cowered back into the fray. Glass and wooden tables broke apart as they were thrown pass him, again leaving him unfazed.
Mira catered behind the bar, remaining calm with a motherly smile as she placed a fresh order in front of Lucy. The blonde smiled. "Thanks Mira, you're a lifesaver."
"Of course." She turned away and placed a fresh order of cheesecake for Erza. "And here you go."
"Thank you, Mira." Erza said. She seized her fork and pierced the fresh strawberry on top.
Makarov was overlooking the brawl again, sighing as his 'children' were getting out what energy they could. He knew Natsu or Gray was the reason the whole melee escalated, but it happened so many times that it seemed like a routine. His eyes cascaded towards the bar, where he couldn't help but notice Cana's return, along with a new face, or rather one he took notice of rather quickly.
"Cana…" Makarov grumbled as his eyes widened but a little. His memory caught up in time. It was the same man who hauled her back some time ago. Remaining cautious, he walked down the steps and onwards to confront the eerie and hostile presence.
"Hey, Mira, saved me a barrel, did you?" Cana asked, as if it was no big deal.
Mira heard the call and she turned towards the brunette. "Welcome back, Cana." She smiled. "I trust your job went well."
The brunette smirked. "You can say that…" Her eyes cascaded over to her side, as Craig leaned against the wall about a meter away. "I also got us another fish in our big ocean."
Lucy heard and noticed Cana. She stopped eating her meal and took notice of the new face. It scared her as his gaze never left the bar area. She saw him as the predator, as his sea-blue eyes were more hostile than calm.
"Uh, who's the new guy?" She asked, unnerved greatly.
Erza looked over, about to eat another bite. Her mouth was still open as her eyes widened at the familiar yet deadly presence. Out of instinct, she dropped her utility and jumped back to her feet, her guard back up.
"You." She said, seeing Craig's glare. "I know you. You were in Solidaster not too long ago."
"I see you're as stern as steel, Red." Craig spited back, giving no care as his posture was against the wall like an amateur, but in reality was keeping a high-guard proximity. "Get any more stern and you'll end up so stiff you'll become a statue."
"I see that you're already acquainted." Master Makarov walked pass a surprised Erza as he confronted Craig.
"Master?" Erza questioned.
Master Makarov stood in front of Cana first, giving a glance at her eyes. This wasn't a look he gave too often. It had a sense of uneasy sense, a look of someone who has a high doubt, but it wasn't his nor anybody's fault.
"So how was the job?" He asked her.
Cana had hands to her hips. "I was more complicated than what I thought, but nothing I couldn't handle…" She squinted her eyes as she gave another contemptuous look at Craig and vice versa. "And that rabid animal over there, once again, pitched in."
"Oh please." Craig rolled his eyes and turned away. "Did you forget that I did most of the work?"
Cana rolled her eyes back down to Makarov. "At any case, Master, Craig and I also struck a deal."
"A deal?" He questioned.
"What do you mean?" Lucy questioned.
Erza's eyes widened a little, showing surprise. "Wait you don't mean that deal back in Solidaster, do you?" Her voice itself showed great surprise.
Cana showed a smile. "You got that right. For once I saved his bacon. Now he's gotta be one of us."
Craig kept his arms crossed and the grip tightened on each arm. He was giving himself an iron grip for getting overzealous, and now he was doomed to become a guild member, or an outrageous barbarian; and the sad truth was that there was no way out of it…for now at least.
Makarov advanced towards Craig, and the cold-hearted beast turned his lead, locking eyes with the Master. Master Makarov stopped a few feet away, never letting his guard down. His sea-blue eyes, from his experience, held some tale to it. And he had to be aware of this scornful vibe he was giving off.
"Craig Crius, if I presume correctly." Master Makarov pointed out.
"Guilty is charged. I already know you." Craig said in a rude tone, making Lucy and Erza feel their brows wrinkling at his attitude.
"I see…" Makarov paused. "I thank you again for all the service that you provided for my guild and its members, mainly Cana." His gaze went to the ground. "I have heard a few tales about you, revolving around the Solidaster incident, which was proceeded with this recent news of Cana's job during a heat wave. I can't tell if this is by chance or by luck."
Craig looked away, crossing his arms. "It could be both for all I know. Whatever happened, it dragged me to your barnyard."
"That's a way of putting it on a comical note." Makarov deadpanned, certainly appealing since the booze doesn't help make it smell better. He cleared his throat. "Now, back to the matter at hand…"
Boots were heard, and Lucy and Mira looked more than a little uneasy with Erza standing up along with Cana. The redhead looked more than a little territorial at Craig. "Master, with all do respect, I don't believe that it's wise to have him here."
Craig gestured towards her. "Thank you!"
"Yeah, I'm with Erza." Lucy interjected. "I don't know what exactly, but this guy is something else. It's not just because of those stories I hear of him." Her body jerked away when Craig looked at her, his monstrous predatory eyes making her step away. Erza managed to hold her ground as his eyes gave a pressure that she recalled all too clearly from Solidaster; the look of a horrific beast that will rip apart anything that either moves or provokes him. Lucy and Mira alike both had an uneasy frown each as they gazed at Craig.
A shrill silence filled the bar area as there was a small stare down between the group. Despite the deal, Cana had a terrible feeling that couldn't seem to go away. Something in her gut told her that this won't be pretty.
Makarov cleared his throat. "Now, Craig Crius." His voice was stern and serious, and Craig could hear and see it well on his face despite the rowdy altercation beside them. "Fairy Tail is more than a guild. It's a family. That means we beside another and help through another's problems."
Erza and the girls present could feel the tense waves Makarov was giving off. He was giving a cold tone, one full of seriousness and slight warning. Lucy was feeling a shiver in her spine as she recalled the same vibe from when she first joined Fairy Tail.
"Do you have any ill-will against us? Shall you put your life on the line for Fairy Tail?" He asked.
Mira, Cana, Erza, and Lucy all remained silent, suspense filling the air.
Craig stared down at Makarov, and still Makarov saw something. Something that defied everything he knew of not just human beings, but the world as he knew it. He and Craig stared down some more, but finally Craig turned away, a sneer in his fangs.
"…no."
The five at the bar felt a huge hammer fall on their shoulders. Craig DARED to go against what Master Makarov said. Such truthful and wise words fell right over his head, and the Master could only widen his eyes.
"What did you say?" He asked in a harsh tone.
Craig whipped his head back, his fangs bared. "You heard me. No. I will NOT put my life on the line for your silly barnyard that you can't keep tamed." He glowered down, his tone darkening as Erza was more than tempted to draw a sword. "Now you listen here, old timer, I don't know what you think I am, but I'll say up front that I only trust myself. I keep myself alive, and I rely on my own experience to keep me driving ahead. I don't need nor want pity or hellhounds that can run wild…because Brownie and Red over there saw first-hand that I'll rip them apart."
Erza stepped forward. "Scoundrel! You dare talk to our Master like that?!"
"Not cool dude!" Lucy shouted.
"Stay out of this!" Craig barked, his sharp teeth startling Lucy, and Erza had to hold her tongue, despite her wanting to punish Craig. His attention diverted back to a shocked Makarov. "I'm not one of your so-called children." He then looked casual, but still mean. "I'm many things, but I think a word that defines me in your eyes is…sentient bullcrap." His eyes narrowed. "And let me tell you, I live up to that. I'm a raging beast, and I don't fight for peace. I don't fight for finances. I don't especially fight for others!"
A shrill silence fell. The brawl nearby was like it was on mute to them.
"I fight…to survive." He grabbed one of his swords, but didn't unsheathe it. "I stared death in its face more time than you placed that little stamp on others. I'm not one of you. You're basically allowing a bloodthirsty savage prey on reckless nut-headed nimrods that you believe that violence can solve any predicament." He turned away. "Honestly violence is practically all I can see to solve things, but it's complicated and I ain't talking about that."
He turned back down to Makarov. "The point is, I'm just taking the stamp, but everything you say about family and allies, I say damnation!"
"That's enough out of you!" Erza shouted, finally requipping a sword. "Master, I refuse to let some dark-minded scoundrel to walk amongst us. He clearly has no positive outlook on us. He doesn't deserve the brand."
"Nobody asked you to say another syllable." Craig chided, looking unappeased at her. "I made it perfectly clear the last time we've met that I don't need anyone to worry or be at my side. I'm in it for myself."
"You being selfish is not a quality we seek."
"Oh yeah? Well I just mauled a giant bear yesterday, and I showed no scorn for myself doing so. You think you'd be different?"
Cana's eyes were still wide, but she remembered what Hanz's innocent right-hand man explained. About a giant man-eating bear on the trail. Wait, that was him?!
"So if you know what's good for you and your limbs, I suggest you drop that sword." Craig warned. He took a step to the side and crossed his arms. "I'm not sure how many times I've said this already, I hate everything, and everyone. But however I see it, I made a deal with ol' Brownie over there. And as painful as it is, I'm a man of my word."
"I don't care." Erza retorted. "You insulted-!"
"Hey, check it out! A guest!" A voice came from the fight to the side that was starting to settle down.
It was Gray, and he was without a shirt. The Ice-Make Mage looked excited as he went at Craig. His hands began to create ice. "Is he a new guy? Then let's give him an ol' Fairy Tail welcome!"
Cana's eyes widened. "Gray, don't go near him!" She yelled, but his fate was sealed when Gray made a medium-sized hammer of ice.
Makarov looked as though a horrific scene took place. Craig glanced over at Gray, his right hand balling onto a fist. He backhanded and smashed the ice with one swift motion. Gray fell forward off balance, and Craig stepped back and opened his mouth. He lunged down as sank his fangs into his shoulder. The Mage gagged as he felt a powerful bite in his arm flow and Craig used his jaws and rammed Gray face-first into the wall beside him.
"Gray!" Lucy shrieked.
Gray fell to the ground, and Craig stomped on his back. Craig growled and snarled as he looked like another primal animal. The whole fight that was in the middle completely froze out of fear as Craig ultimately knocked out Gray in a violent manner. Juvia paled and nearly fainted over her beloved's painful experience. Natsu froze in place while in a scuffle with Gajeel, who was just as surprised and slightly disturbed.
Craig overlooked everyone as he kept his violent demeanor on an all-time high. He turned back down at a shaking Makarov, but it was out of rage.
"You dared to attack one of my children?" He roared lowly.
"Last I checked, he came at me. I was provoked, the one thing you never do. Like I said. I fight to survive, and whether you like it or not, people need to learn that way, the hard way." He got off Gray and glared out at everyone.
"Did that guy just…?"
"He just take him down just like that."
"I knew Gray was cold, but this guy…"
Among the various yet surprised members, Natsu was the most surprised. He recognized Craig at the sight of the sharp teeth, and those predatory eyes. The memories came back to him, and safe to say that he wasn't too fond of them, because he starting to burn up as he just saw Gray attacked harshly. "You…" Natsu began to flame up, and his fists had searing flames as he headed towards Craig without a second thought.
Craig looked at Natsu. "So, the walking torch is here too."
"I don't know what the hell is going on…" Natsu's glared with a vile shadow over his forehead. "But you're gonna regret messing with a member of Fairy Tail!"
"No, Natsu!" Makarov shouted. Natsu stopped in his tracks, hearing the harsh tone in Makarov's command. While his command was towards Natsu, his eyes were glaring up at Craig.
Natsu showed immediate objection. "But Gramps-!"
"Natsu." Erza said, making him stop stiff. "The Master said do not engage. You know from the last encounter that this man here, he is to never take on recklessly."
"Yeah, you're telling me. He bites, literally." Cana warned.
"Craig Crius." Makarov started. He was giving off a vicious look, and the members all saw veins popping out of his forehead, which made them recoil in fear. They never saw him this hostile before; then again, they never met Craig before. "You have desecrated my guild in front of my face, and you deliberately assaulted one of my children. You have many actions that you don't back up with words." His eyes sharpened, a menacing tone falling before him. "You've made a very sour impression."
"Hasn't anyone told you actions speak louder than words?" Craig retorted back in an obvious tone. "I don't threat as often as I strike. I don't sit around and wait for someone to take the fall." He turned away and looked at the doorway. "If you don't wasn't sentient bullcrap like me around, find by me…but know a deal is a deal."
There was a deaf silence that made it hard for anyone to breathe. Craig had absolute no regret in his actions. Makarov saw those predatory eyes, and he felt that level of turmoil again.
After a great and still silence, Craig heard something being picked up. His ears twitched and he looked over his shoulder. Behind him was Master Makarov with a stamp. He glared up at Craig, and Natsu was more than tempted to step in, but knew not to.
Cana sneered at Craig. "Sucks to be you, Brownie." She took in a great gulp of booze from the mug she had in hand.
"I am willing to overlook your point of view this one time." Makarov warned. "I don't expect you to change or warm up to us so easily, but keep in mind that you should be careful to not say that again when in front of your future guild mates."
"Gramps?" Gray asked, slowly waking up.
"My darling!" Juvia assisted in helping Gray up, being careful with the harsh bite marks in his shoulder.
Natsu glared at Craig, not appreciating how he was so vile.
"You are entitled to your privacy, and we will be sure not to provoke you." Makarov held up the stamp. "I'm only allowing this out of the deal itself you and Cana made. Since you don't value anything but your own life, don't expect us to party over you joining."
Craig snarled down, his sharp fangs showing. Old timer, later on…you're gonna regret ever saying that.
"Color, and location." Makarov said.
Craig turned around, and he pulled up his shirt, albeit showing some secrecy, His arm covered a spot underneath a small area beneath his shirt. His toned left waist was shown, but only that area for some reason. Cana seriously questioned why Craig was not pulling up the rest of his shirt, and she wasn't the only one.
Erza stood as Makarov left a black mark on Craig's left waist, and she only narrowed her eyes as he immediately pulled his shirt back down. Whatever was the case, that was the only skin he showed. She remained composed yet glared as Craig's guild mark was present.
It wasn't black, it wasn't yellow, nor was it as they expected it to be. It was blood red.
"As a member now, you are to be aware now that I won't tolerate your scolding of my guild nor your guild mates, primarily in front of us. Understood?" Makarov warned.
Craig turned away, a sneer in his sharp teeth. "Yeah, I getcha. However, keep in mind that I don't make promises that I can't keep. Know this, I fight the man. I'm an insubordination machine. Don't expect mercy just because I wear this thing on my waist."
With that, he walked out of the place and out onto the streets, leaving the guild to contemplate on what had just happened. Many were left shuddering. Some by anger, some by fear, and some by the hostility he unleashed. It was just a maelstrom of emotion everyone was going on about.
"I can't believe that guy joined our guild."
"He's not manly enough for us!"
"He's got another thing coming if he scolds us again!"
"I don't know. He took down Gray without much of a fuss. I think we need to stay away."
Makarov huffed as he looked to the ground. There was something odd about Craig that he couldn't seem to understand that was in his eyes. It was more than just the unique sea-blue color, it was about the primordial rage, anguish, and something so deep that it would probably take his remaining years to understand. Whatever Craig's deal was with Fairy Tail, he's idea of fitting in was gonna be hard to accept.
"Alright, listen up." Makarov announced. "We have obtained a new member, but please keep in mind…" He cleared his throat, his tone clearing. "Though what he has done is reprehensible, we shall consider it as an outsider, as that was before he adorned that emblem. You all are to be cautious, and do not engage him unless you are positive. I'm talking to you especially, Natsu, Gray."
"Hey!" They exclaimed, although Gray cringed as his head and shoulder still felt the uneasy pain that came from Craig's self-defense.
"Carry on." Makarov said. He turned around and shook his head. "Honestly, another rebellious creature. This one's more dangerous than-"
"Master." Mirajane said, getting his attention. Her half-smile was making the mood less grimace than what it was beforehand. "Are you sure that was a wise thing to do?"
"…it may not be ideal, but I know what it's like when a deal is made." He looked to Cana, as she downed booze into her stomach. "However, keep an eye on him. I have a feeling things will take a turn for either the greatest or the worst…" He walked off, heading back up to his office."
Lucy turned towards Erza. "That Craig guy. He's scary."
Erza grimaced as her head was lowered. "Indeed…but in terms of a fight, you never want to face him."
Cana just kept own downing her booze until she sighed, her gaze narrowing as she recalled Craig being present a few minutes back. She grumbled and mumbled incoherently before throwing the one barrel aside and taking up another one for the mishap.
The day continued on, with everyone minding themselves like they did before Craig showed up. Everyone seemed to have calmed down, and day soon turned to evening. The sun began to arched over near the west, and the sky was a slight orange. Birds chirped as they flew over the city and towards the forest.
Having her fill for the day, Cana stretched as she traveled through the open streets. She had enough savings to last her for awhile until she was low. For now, her days can be for relaxing. She smiled as her hands were behind her head. "Well that was a day, I guess." She said in her musing. "Guess I should get back to the dorms and get a meal in my belly."
She walked through the streets with a placid mood, minding her own business and ignored the few residences in the streets. She yawned and kept on going, but she came a stop, a freezing stop. Her eyes caught sight of Craig on the side of a building, sitting back, and he was snoozing pretty hard. The brunette blinked once, then twice, and then she squinted her eyes and decided to pass him.
Craig grumbled and his eyes opened up a little, yawning and showing his lot of sharp teeth. His yawn was like a bellowing animal, one that caught Cana's attention. His throat emitted a grumble, a mean one. His eyes and face showed aggression as he arose from his slumber, and the nearby population steered clear of him as he gave a not so welcoming look.
"The hell you all looking at?" Craig snarled.
The audience scurried of as they saw his hostile teeth and swords. Craig emitted another low groan as he settled back to the wall, his eyes cascading to the sky. He stared up as the clouds passed over his head. Can't believe this. I'm in a guild. How despicable. He contemplated. His eyes narrowed. This is bad news. I should've kept my mouth shut back in Solidaster. The odds are now they're all-
"Hey, Cranky." Cana called out, getting his attention. "The heck you being a street rat? Oh, wait…" She raised a cocky brow. "That's right, I forgot, you're 'sentient bullcrap'."
"The hell you want?" Craig sneered in a tired tone from his aroused nap. "And why are you in my presence to begin with?"
Cana turned away. "I was heading back to my place. Turns out there's liter right then and there. And it bites."
Craig snickered in a mocking manner. "Damn right." He closed his eyes. "Get lost, Brownie. I got better things to do than waste my breath and my eyes on something that smells like garbage."
Cana turned back, a hand to her hip. "You're just full of brutality, even in verbal, aren't you?" She rhetorically asked. She got no reply as Craig's eyes were shut. "Cranky? Cranky?" She called out. Still, he was snoozing hard. Cana turned away and resumed her trek. "Meh, who needs ya?"
She walked away, her assets catching attention like no other as she headed off towards Fairy Hills. As she was off, Craig was napping and seemed to keep a very hostile tone.
The three-year-old, revealed to be Craig, struggled over a small fence as he climbed it. He struggled, and that's what discouraged him. What was more upsetting was how he was having no aim. He was just lost, no matter where he went. He met Cana and her mother earlier, but they since left, leaving Craig on his own again. He looked around as he found himself in a small garden.
He looked around, seeing how fresh produce were amongst him. What was upsetting was that he would be stealing, and that didn't seem to make him any happy. He's been around people to know that stealing was dead wrong, especially when it came to food. With helpless pity, he passed the garden and climbed over the small white fence once more. He fumbled onto the other side and shook his head. He kept on going and seemed to notice the distasteful and pitiful looks all the kids and grown-ups were giving him, and all he could do was just walk on, alone. He wasn't sure where to go, but he needed more food. The bread he got earlier was only enough to fill him for what was an hour.
He found himself in what was Gardenia's local park. It was small, but it was close to a river that gently floated near a small trail through the woods. Craig stumbled and found a lot of kids playing tag, hide-and-seek, and playing on the swing set. He never saw much of a playground before, maybe a slide, or a teeter-totter, but this was his first time seeing an actual playground.
He was nothing but aimless and curious. He walked on over towards an open swing, where the few kids on them looked over with unappealing looks. The kids and their friends jumped off the swings once Craig sat on the one in the far end, which left him upset. Neglect. That was all he ever got, even from other kids. It was something about him that made him stand out, and it was more than just his dirty looks and had small, sharp teeth.
He silently looked down as he slowly rocked back and forth on the swings, alone. The kids near him didn't seem to give much care, feeling nothing but pity as some of their parents escorted them home. He never paid attention to begin with. It was his own little world against theirs.
It felt like an hour until Craig gave a pout, his stomach rumbling. He was just about ready to try and catch something like a fish and maybe attempt to cook again. He was gonna get off the swing set until a set of hands gently pushed him.
"Whoa!" He found his swing going higher and faster from that one swing. He felt scared and astonished at the same time. He tried looking back, but found himself getting pushed up again. This was a shocking experience, as the faster and higher the swing went, the more he actually seemed to like it.
"You wanna go higher?"
He looked back at last and saw where it came from. It was actually Cana, with her mother standing nearby.
Craig's eyes widened. "Cana?"
"Hi!" She greeted again. "It's no fun being on the swings alone! Come on, I'll give ya a push!" Her smile kept being on her face as she pushed him as he came back down, and Craig went up again.
The mother smiled softly as she saw her daughter's curiosity and kindness being shown. It made her happier when the boy started to smile as he kept on being pushed up and down.
Cana then stopped pushing, allowing for Craig though swing back and forth on his own. He looked to the side and noticed how Cana was taking the seat next to him.
"Let's swing together for a little." She insisted.
Craig was more than astonished, again. "O-okay."
"Aw, come on, say it like you mean it!" She insisted.
Craig pouted a little, making Cana giggle. He relented as she was absolutely insistent. "Okay!" He grinned again.
"Yay!" Cana rocked her feet back and forth, kicking up and down until she began to rise and all like Craig. "Weeeeeee!" She cheered. She kept on rocking up and down in the air. Her rhythm was slowly getting in sync with Craig's, soon making themselves rise and fall at the same pace.
Craig looked over at Cana again, seeing her smile of pleasantry. She seemed to be having fun on her own, feeling the escalation and fall, the wind against her and then with her. It was enough for Craig to feel something…happy. He smiled wide, showing his teeth.
And the proudest thing of all, Cana kept on smiling on her own, not bothered by his teeth.
Craig's eyes opened up again. He jerked up and awake. He looked startled as he took in the surroundings fast. What…another one? He turned his head, taking into account how night had fallen.
His heart rate seemed to have increased, shock running through his veins. He put a hand on his head. "That can't be, another…memory?" His eyes widened and he gasped. He looked towards the direction where Cana walked off earlier. He stood up, fully awake as the cool night air breezed pass him, and yet he didn't feel a thing.
"Cana, just who are you?" He looked up at the night sky, a deep contemplation falling before him. "Was that really you?"
Makarov sipped his coffee mug as he sat in his office late at night, grumbling over the paperwork he had been given. "Dumb Council low-lives." He grumbled, among the few choice words he had to say as he shifted through the papers. "These people think we're just a bunch of dunderheads who play by our own rules. Well, they haven't been in our shoes." He huffed, scrambling through the few bills and envelopes. In the pile, one stood out among the others.
His eyebrows twitched as he saw a red seal on it, something he never got unless it was very important. If he got one now, then it must have been something big.
"Now what could this be?" He wondered. Shifting the few papers around, he reached and held up the envelope with the red seal. It was from what appeared to be Blue Pegasus. He could tell by the Pegasus emblem outlined on the red seal. "Bob? I wonder what he has to say?"
He opened up the envelope, taking the red seal off. Inside were a few papers, and as Makarov began to read them, a shiver ran down his spine.
"W-what in the…?"
He kept on reading, feeling his heart beat escalate just a little. It was clear what was on the paper was something he never expected. No wonder it had a red seal. If it were blue, then it'd be a normal and formal letter from Blue Pegasus, but this was something that was most disturbing. No wonder it had a red seal.
He turned towards the window, looking at the dark night before him. His eyes were no longer wide, but still stern and shaken from what he had just read. "I have to warn those brats tomorrow. What's coming may be drastic."
Tada! Here's the next update! As usual, Craig is mean and hostile, and very complicated. I added a memory of his to show as well. Comments, opinions, and reviews appreciated guys!