"Coming, Uncle Qrow!"

Lucy Heartfilia adjusted the bow holding up her hair in its long ponytail as she looked at herself in the dusty mirror. She tightened the strings on her shirt and her belt's buckle that held her strange keys. The blonde straightened out her navy skirt and walked over to her the foot of her bed where her golden boots lie. She sat down on the matress and pulled them on, tying the laces and standing. Lucy almost left the room before she remembered something: she rushed back in and grabbed her whip. She fastened it to her belt and then finally exited.

The wild, black-haired man stood before the front door of the little house, fully clothed and had his weapons. He nodded his head to her and left the home, the blonde rushing to make it out before the door slammed behind them. "Alright," Qrow muttered. "Off to Beacon with you."

Lucy could still hardly believe she was accepted into the prestigous huntress/hunter school. She hadn't studied at any fancy training schools; she only trained with her Uncle Qrow. At least that's what he claimed himself to be. She highly doubted it due to the way he didn't answer her questions about her heritage directly. She didn't really mind it, it just annoyed her. Plus, the only family member that actually looked like her was her cousin Yang, but not enough to be closely related. Lucy looked down to her right hand, where a strange, faint pink tattoo was imprinted. She had always wondered about it but never asked about it. She could sense Qrow didn't know much about it either. She pushed those thoughts away, focusing on the goal ahead. She wanted this badly. She needed it, even.

"Snap outta it Lucy, we need to be in air in less than 20 minutes."

Qrow's edged words snapped Lucy out of her thoughts and she nodded. "Right. Let's go."

"Natsu! We should be leaving now!"

The cherry-blossom haired man took another bite from his apple and sighed. "Comin'," he called back to his sister, Pyrrha Nikos. His adoptive sister, to be exact. The red-haired woman rushed into the room, her red ponytail flying behind her. "We leave in exactly two minutes. I need to find my weapons."

Finishing the last of his apple, Natsu nodded. Overall, he was ready. He had a bag or two packed with clothes and other necessary items needed for their trip to Beacon Academy. He remembered Pyrrha's excitement when they were both excepted into the prestigious school. To be honest, Natsu didn't feel the same. He never really had been excited before. He always felt this weird emptiness inside of him. Going to Beacon was cool, but it lacked "oomph" for him. He walked into the living room and sat down onto a couch, releasing another sigh. He looked around absently for a minute, his gaze then resting on his shoulder. On his shoulder was a red symbol he could never identify. He asked around about it, but never got information. No book told anything about it; no one knew about it. For some reason, he felt there was something important about it, but never understood why. He tore his gaze away from the tattoo when Pyrrha came back in.

"Alright, Natsu, let's go," she said, heading straight for the door. Natsu heaved himself up from the couch and followed. " 'Kay," he muttered, holding the door for her as they exited.

"Our flight leaves in about fifteen minutes," Pyrrha said, looking on ahead. "We need to get there quickly."

Natsu didn't reply, just wrapped his arms behind his head, and stared blankly forward.

"Oh, I can't believe my baby sister and older sister got into Beacon with me! This is so awesome!"

A wild-haired blonde wrapped her arms around a silver-eyed girl and a red-headed woman in a vice-like grasp. The silver-eyed girl struggled in her grip, straining to be released. "Yang...can't...breathe..." The red-head rolled her eyes but a smile was on her face. "It's nice to be able to use our skills to protect others."

Yang Xiao Long released the two girls, putting her hands on her hips. "Ruby, I'm so proud of you!" Ruby Rose shrugged, not meeting her sister's lavender gaze. "Really, sis, it was nothing."

The armored red-head looked over at Ruby. "Nothing? You fought against and nearly defeated a neforious criminal. How is that nothing?" Yang chimed in, her eyes sparkling. "Yeah, Ruby! Everyone will think you're the bees-knees!"

Ruby's eyes flashed. "I don't want to be the bees-knees! I just want to be a normal girl with normal knees." She looked over at the armored woman. "I didn't exactly do anything important. I was saved by a huntress, Erza."

Erza Scarlet let out a huff, knowing there was no point in arguing. She left her sisters' side and walked towards the window.

She was looking forwards to Beacon Academy. This was a place where she can tone her skills and become one of the best fighters around. She wanted to be well-known and trained. She wanted to be able to help their world when so many threats lurked. But, most importantly, she wanted to find out where she came from.

She already knew she was not at all related to her sisters. They never brought it up at all, but Erza Scarlet was not an idiot. She'd seen the mark on her left arm. Navy blue and shaped strangly, no one knew what it represented. She knew that it was a key to finding out who she really was. She wanted to know how she'd gotten to where she was.

Erza could feel the plane starting to descend. She straightened her shoulders, listening to the chatter around her, and awaited the aircraft's full descent.

"You got the jig?"

Gray looked up at the red-haired man. He fiddled with the hem of his jacket, his black eyes full of boredom. "Yeah," Gray answered, shifting in his seat.

"Good," the man answered, leaning back in his own chair. "Each time you go on a mission, you are to inform us on what's going on and the location. Clear?"

"Crystal."

The suited man grinned, the fakest grin Gray Fullbuster had ever seen in his life. The raven-haired man let out a huff of amusement, and stood from his chair. "Look, Torchwhick, if this plan's gonna work I need to get goin'." Gray turned and begin walking away, headed for the bulding's exit.

"Why didn't I think of that?" The man sneered. "You'd better send us information, Fullbuster. You aren't exactly trusted around here."

Gray didn't answer. He didn't care about this shit at all. The only good thing about it was the profit. He guessed he kind of owed the organization this, after they took him in a while ago. He opened the exit door, blinking against the bright light of day. He let the door slam behind him and began the short trek to his destination.

He didn't care about his job at all. The main reason he was actually going was to possibly find out who the hell he was. The navy symbol on his chest always kind of creeped him out. He had no fucking idea who he was, and that scared him. That was the only thing that spooked him in life. He had to find out. He couldn't live on without knowing. That'd be stupid.