"Um, I was actually wondering if I could speak to the Guild Master. I have something I need to discuss," I decided vague but polite was the best way to go in the guild that was my home for years, but was now completely different. Before I could wonder just how much time had passed the white haired woman was saying, "Sure, come with me. Are you thinking about joining the Guild?"
"Yeah, something like that," I replied as we walked up the stairs. She led me across the floors and down a hall. We stopped in front of a plain door and she knocked. A strong "Enter," was heard from behind the door and the woman opened the door. "Master, someone is here to talk to you," the woman said and pulled me into the room. A small man sat behind a desk and across from him was a tall man with blond hair. When the small man said, "Ah Mirajane, thank you. Do you think you could bring up some drinks?" I knew that he was the current Master. I couldn't help it, I started to panic. If this old man was the current Guild Master, then was Mavis dead? Just how much time had passed? I had to know. Without waiting to figure out who was talking or if I was interrupting I said, "What's the date?" The blond man glared at me, but I didn't care. The white haired woman (Mirajane was it?) said, "August X791."
I felt the blood drain from my face. With trembling hands I reached into my bag and pulled out my journal. I furiously worked out the math. 95 years, I was in the void for 95 years. It couldn't have been, right? I thought. How many deaths have I missed? How many people would I only see in my dreams? Mavis, By the Seven Hells Mavis is dead! She can't be I-
"Hey, tiny tits! You gonna tell the old man why you're here or just stare at Mirajane?" A voice rudely pulled me out of inner panic. Slowly I turned to look at source of the voice; the blond from earlier was smirking at me.
Somehow my distressed mind decided it would be great to interrupt Mirajane in her scolding of the man, "Watch it Guild Boy, we 'tiny tits' woman like to wear chest bindings," without waiting for a response I turned to the Guild Master and said, "I apologize for the disturbance and inconvenience, but in light of this information I need more time before I speak with you."
"Now listen here you-" the blond was cut off by the Master, "Laxus! Be quiet! Now Miss-oh what's wrong?" Wrong? I screamed in my head, what's wrong is that everyone is dead! It happened again and now I will never see Mavis. Am I crying?
"I-I need to get out of here. I'm sorry!" and I ran out of the guild as if Vulcans were chasing me. I stopped only when I was in the forest. It was comforting to know that the forest was still there. I had never known my way around the forest well, but now I had to stay close to the edge to make sure I didn't get lost. After the run my mind had cleared a little, but I was still in shock about how much I had missed for that damn curse. Nighty-five years spent in complete darkness with only broken memories, hallucinations, and anthropomorphic element people to keep me company.
After a few shuddering deep breaths I prepared to deal with the grief the same way I always had, with a good cry and angry out bursts. The idea was to let all my emotions out, and embraces every single one. After that I wouldn't let it bother me. I would accept my feels and then move past them. It was the only way to deal with my curse. I mean what else could I do when at any moment I could be whisked away to a place void of everything for years at a time.
So two hours later, three punched trees, two bloody hands, and two, red, puffy eyes later I was walking back to the Guild. My walk was far from peppy, but it was better than a death march. As I walked through the streets of Mongolia I listened to the chatter that was the music of the city. Passing by an open air café I caught one conversation louder than the others. It went something like this:
"Hey is that girl from Fairy Tail? I haven't seen her around before, is that a Guild Mark on her back?" said a villager.
"Naw, remember everyone came back form that seven year disappearance already. Where did they disappear to again, Edolas? Oh yeah, they were just 'poof somewhere'. And besides they haven't had any new members in over a year." replied another villager.
"Really? Her clothing is eccentric enough." the first villager uttered.
"Yeah man she's not a Fairy. But, mmm, look how that dress hugs her curves." declaimed the second.
By now I had walked too far away to hear anymore. Normally men openly talking about my body made me self-conscious and blush, but now I couldn't help but think back to what the blond form the Guild had said. Tiny Tits indeed. Those men could recognize curves when they saw it. I mean come on! Not every busty girl likes having such a big chest; they tend to get in the way of everyday things. Like leaning over a desk to pick up a pencil, for instance. But my internal rants aside, I now wondered about the "seven year disappearance." Was it anything like mine? Was there a cure?