A Rift Between Worlds

We don't own Fairy Tail

CHAPTER SIX

After a lengthy explanation of just what went down in Greater Minor, Makarov and the rest of Team Ragtag sit around the bar with Laxus and the Raijinshuu. The old man strokes his mustache in thought. He mutters, "Ivan… Never thought his schemes would get this drastic."

"Shouldn't we contact the council about this gramps?" Trevet asks, running a hand through his chocolate locks.

"I don't know. It's too big to keep a secret, but what's this about Neomi being able to run Omega? I've never even heard of Rift Magic until you walked into my guild," Makarov explains, settling his eyes on a reluctant mage.

Instead of answering, Neomi let Freed take the explanation for her. With a book on the counter, he read, "Rift Mages are a rare breed of mage. They only come about to signal the end of days and the beginning of time. They are the Alpha and Omega, and they can run both demons to either end a world or create one." After finishing the entry paragraph, Freed added, "According to this text Hibiki suggested to me, Neomi's kind of like an angel. She can eat any form of darkness or light. Depending on what she's fed, depends on what the fate will result in. But, they tend to have a dark and light guardian with them. That guardian will also help in deciding the fate of the world."

"So….does that mean I could be one?" Tre says whilst gesturing to himself.

"I don't see why not," Freed mentions, his finger trailing a line on the text. "It doesn't say that the guardian has to be of a specific element. It just said that one has to follow the path of light and the other the path of darkness."

"What I can't get over is that that—is considered an angel," Bickslow points out, throwing a gesture towards the mage who hadn't said a word after telling Makarov what was going down.

"In other news; gramps, there's a secret I have to show you and the entire guild that would be easier if I was sparring with someone.," Trevet explains.

"Then get on it, brat. I have to decide who I want in the Grand Magic Games anyway. This might help me pick."

"Alright!" He says as he exits the guildhall followed by his grandfather, brother, Neomi and the Raijinshuu to meet the other members of Fairy Tail, "I've got a secret to show everyone, who wants to spar?" He asks with a smirk.

"I will!" A triumphant-looking Erza Scarlet exclaims, beating Natsu to the gun on this one.

"Alright Erza," Tre says as they all make their way to a small, empty field that looked like prime battleground material.

"Sweet! Erza versus the new guy!" Natsu cheers, jumping into the air slightly.

"That new guy happens to be my grandson and Laxus' little brother, Natsu." Makarov scolds the salmon-haired dragonslayer. "I doubt that Erza is going to have an ease of it butchering Trevet Dreyar."

Grinning madly, Trevet makes his way outside of the guild. He walks one foot in front of the other. Shoulders back, chin up. He was the epitome of confidence as he made his way to a clearing near the guild where the grass had been worn down by brawls. Reaching the other end of the field, Tre shouts, "Alright Erza! Come at me!"

"If you really think that you're ready," Erza states.

"Oh I am Scarlet, bring it!" The brunet tosses off his shirt, his toned and sinewy torso visible to the world, giving most of the women watching flushed faces.

Summoning her sword, Erza stays in her average armor. Her body gets into a fighting stance before she pushes off the dirt to give a downwards slash at Trevet's left shoulder. He dodges.

Body sliding underneath her blade, Trevet thrusts his palm into Erza's abdomen. The force of the blow knocks her off her game, and she adjusts her posture before hitting the ground one foot before the other. Taking an opportunity to gain the upper hand, Trevet whips up a blizzard which masks his movements, leaving Erza unable to track him.

"When did he learn how to…" Makarov's words fade out when the clang of Erza's blade rings in the air.

Erza's brown eyes widen along with the rest of Fairy Tail as they witness the feat of Tre catching the redhead's blade in one hand. Smirking and applying pressure, the brunet snaps the blade and kicks Erza towards the guildhall.

Not to be outdone, Erza hastily requips. Her body glows as a plate of armor protrudes from her left shoulder. Leather straps cross over a leather and steel breastplate before connecting to leather strips that form a makeshift skirt across bare thighs. Knee high leather boots encase Erza's toned calves. Topping the entire set of new armor off was a decorative, Nordic battle axe with crescent moon shaped blades on either side. "Winter Soldier!" she commands, titling her new duds.

"Well miss viking," Trevet begins with a smirk, "Winter is coming! Dragon Slayer's Secret Art! Sub Zero: Polar Frost Rotating Ice Blade!" The brunet yells as he circles his fists, great streams of ice spewing forth and striking the redhead with extreme force, causing hailstorms of damage.

Blood sprays from a punishing blow to Erza's right side, but she keeps going. Every muscle in her upper body flexes and ripples when she slams her axe into the earth. "Axe Grinder!" she commands when the earth splits.

Tremors wrack the earth beneath Trevet's feet, and he slips within Erza's fracture. Sinking icy claws into the rocks around him, he thrusts his free hand towards the Reqiup Mage. "Ice Dragon's Revenge!" Shards of fang-shaped icicles launch towards the mage. As she spins her axe to keep any from landing, Trevet pulls himself from the fissure.

Slipping into her side, he delivers a punishing roundhouse kick that sends Erza flying.

Tre then removes a small, rectangular-shaped and blue-coloured piece of gum which he then pops in his mouth. His skin becomes coated in scales and light blue patterns, which causes Natsu to exclaim, "No way! Trevet has Dragon Force!"

The brunet looses an ear-splitting roar, the image of a giant ice dragon forming behind him as his hands become coated in ice, "Dragon Slayer's Secret Art! Hidden Ice Form: Sub Zero Jotunn Hammer!" His hands form a great, house-sized hammer of solid ice, which then slams down onto Erza, delivering the finishing blow.

Using the massive blade of her axe, Erza holds back the blow. Artic winds throw her scarlet locks all around her head, and her teeth grit under the pressure of the blow. When her supporting leg starts to be pushed back by the onslaught of force, Erza's axe gets pelted by a chunk of hail. That massive spear thrust her axe up and over. For just a split second, Erza's throat is open. The tip of the icicle threatens to pull through, to slice through that tender skin. At least, it would have had the mage not appeared panting on the other side of the arena when that icy chunk stabbed into the ground she'd been standing on. "Thank… you…" Erza pants as her body hunches over the battle axe.

"No problem," Neomi mentions, snapping her fingers to get rid of the white portal she'd thrown up.

"That was a good fight Erza," Tre smiles, the redhead finding herself slowly becoming infatuated with the brunet in question, "Sorry for nearly seriously hurting you." He says solemnly.

"There's a reason they're called fights and not plays," she states once catching her breath. After changing back into her usual attire, Erza flops onto her haunches. "It was a good battle."

"How was I gramps?" Tre asks with a bashful smile.

"Good. You did good. Where did you learn that?"

"I implanted a Lacrima into myself and trained," Trevet explains, "I'd hedge a bet I'm the most powerful artificial Dragonslayer."

"I wouldn't place a bet on that," Laxus intones, stepping towards his grandfather and brother quietly.

"I'll beat you one day Laxus, but not now, gramps is gonna select for the Grand Magic Games...I think," Tre says.

"I'd actually like for everyone to train before I chose the contenders," Makarov explains. "Besides, after what Neomi told me, it's obvious that she'll need training. She barely even knows how she can use her portals. Are you going to accept our guild mark now, Neomi?"

"Guess that I have to," she states.

"Where would you like it?" Mirajane asks sweetly.

"My neck. That seems to be the only place no one else has done yet." Drawing her hair up, Neomi pulls all her red-orange hair away from the right side of her throat. "I want to get more ink for it to curve behind the ear. Can you do it in purple?"

"Sure!" The silver-haired barmaid smiles as she presses the stamp to Omi's neck, applying their guild's symbol.

"Alright then. Team up and head out, brats. I want you to be at your top shape! We lost seven years. Surely, we can make up for it in three months."

"Alright gramps!" Tre cheers before turning and wondering, "I wonder who wants to train with me?"

"I'll go with you, Trevet," Cana mentions.

"Okay. Cana, we need more than just us," Tre nods, "How about the Strauss's?"

"Teaming up is a man!" Elfman proclaims.

"I wouldn't have a problem with working alongside you," Lisanna adds in, smiling gently towards the male.

"We were going to the mountains. I'm sure you'd be accustomed to that kind of climate since you're an ice dragonslayer," Mira points out with her fingertip pressed against her lips.

"Alright, let's get packed and we'll meet up north of town in...let's say an hour?" Trevet smiles.

Before Trevet can run off as per his personality, Lisanna mentions, "But, what about Neomi? Aren't you a team?"

"Don't worry about Neomi," Laxus informs. His hand comes down on the redhead's autumn mane. "We'll take her with us." His blonde head nods back towards the grinning Raijinshuu. Ah, so they're planning on getting that information on Trevet that they wanted, Neomi thinks as she peers up towards the eldest Dreyar.

"Don't go fucking her now bro, that's Bickslow's job!" The brunet chuckles as he runs off to his grandfather's house to grab some stuff.

As Neomi watches Trevet make a mad dash she snarls, "Some day that male's head will grace the mantle in my mansion's living room."

"Don't, he's kinda cute," Lisanna smiles.

"Whatever you say. Anyway, where are you going to train?" Neomi asks, her eyes flow up to Laxus Dreyar. Hmm. She had expected for him to be tall, but she didn't expect to only come up to his chin. This height difference was almost intimidating.

Running a hand through his golden locks, Laxus checked out the Raijinshuu. They didn't look too bothered by the fact that Neomi was going to train. Freed went with all of Laxus's decisions though, so it wasn't all that surprising. After looking from them to the Rift Mage, he states, "We normally just travel. Since we have over two months to train, we'll have to keep an income. Take on smaller jobs that people ask us since we're a part of Fairy Tail."

"You know just what to do Laxus!" Freed cheers, tears streaming down his face.

"Well, after I distribute this cash between Team Ragtag, I should have enough money to buy more travel clothes and supplies. You don't happen to need a cook on your crew. Do you?" Neomi tilts her head, looking at Freed in particular. He had cooked before, but Neomi distinctly remembering his choice of ingredient wasn't the smartest. Flying fish weren't half as good as the swimming kind.

"Freed is a good cook…...bahaha! Who am I kidding?!" Bickslow exclaims, doubling over, "You gonna go naked apron for Laxus, eh Freed?"

Instead of answering, Freed's face just turned light pink.

Pinching the bridge of her nose for patience, Neomi adds, "Now, I see why you always wear Sound Pods. Think I could get my hands on a pair?"

"They should be available in the town we plan on passing through," The Lightning Dragonslayer shrugs. His entire body shifts, sending his fur lined coat flying out behind him dramatically.

As Neomi followed the group already leaving the guild, Neomi thought, So this is why girls always fawn over him. It made sense given Neomi's viewing of him. His chin was held proudly. His shoulders were relaxed but broad and strong. Those eyes, those deep grey eyes, held this serious ferocity deep within him. He was definitely attractive, but as Neomi followed suit like she was simply one of the Raijinshuu, she had to admit that brooding visage was not something she, herself, was attracted to. She valued humor too much in her daily life.

Still, she continued to be-bop her way down the hill. Below her was the entirety of Magnolia. Behind her was the group that she had originally came here with. As Neomi made her way behind Laxus and a doting Freed, she had to state, "Just gotta get this done. Then, gotta slam it for finals."

After packing his bags and receiving his cut of the money from that last mission from Omi, Tre walks through the streets of Magnolia heading northwards, the brunet munching on an apple absentmindedly. As he gets closer and closer to the north exit of town, the tall, white-haired figure of Elfman comes into view, preceding his sisters and Cana.

Reaching the four, he says, "So, are we ready to get going?"

"All set!" Mirajane proclaims as she waves train tickets in the air. "We're going to ride the train up through Clover Town. Then, we're headed up to Mt. Hakobe."

"Won't he get sick, Mira-nee?" Lisanna asks, "Because he is a Dragonslayer."

"Moving objects aren't a problem for me, I had that cured a long time ago," Trevet explains before asking, "Does anyone want an apple?" His hands dig around in his pack before he withdraws a bright red apple.

"I'll take one!" Lisanna chirps, promptly being tossed the item.

Even after Elfman snags one in his massive paw, he mentions, "You sure Neomi will be okay training with Laxus and the Raijinshuu? They don't exactly go easy on people just because they're new."

"Nah, she's cool. She's not only my friend, she's also had a little special time with Bickslow," Tre grins.

"Special time?" the group asks in unison.

"You don't mean?" Elfman wonders.

"They sucked face, they didn't have sex," The brunet says, "On a scale from hate to love, how much do you ship that?"

"I don't know Neomi very well, so I can't make a decision," Lisanna explains, happily nibbling on her apple.

"Same here. She seems like a sweet girl, and it's obvious she can handle herself. I just wonder if she can put up with Bickslow," Mirajane intones. Grabbing her dress around the thighs, she pulls it up from letting it get stuck on the steps of the train.

"I can't wait to get to Mt. Hakobe, I can really power up there. So much ice and snow to boost my power," Tre says, resting his elbow on the windowsill.

"Training in the mountains is a man!" Elfman proclaims, smacking the side of his fist against his burly chest.

"Did you know; Laxus has a maid girl fetish?" Tre smirks.

"Really now?" Cana wondered, raising a chocolate brow at that statement. "It makes sense, but still to make a fetish out of it. He must really like Lucy's cosplaying then. I bet."

"I bet he must," The brunet smiles, "But anyway. I'm the mysterious member of the group; is there any questions about me?"

"When did you become a Dragonslayer is a pretty good place to start. And, also, who is Laxus's mother? I've never heard of any of the Dreyar women before. For a while there, I was just starting to assume Dreyars were asexual," Cana pointed out, a sly grin on her face.

"I became a Dragonslayer age 12 or 13, after I saw Laxus get his from dad, I saved up for my own one; and they don't come cheap. Ariah Dreyar is our mother's name, the reason she isn't talked about much is because Ivan used to abuse her and force sex upon her," Trevet says solemnly, anger rising in his voice when he mentions his father.

"Oh," was all Mirajane could fathom after that spill of information. Her long lashes cast shadows upon her face as she looked away from the conversation.

"Sorry if I brought back any bad memories, Mira," Tre says, placing his hand on hers to show his concern.

"It's not that you brought any bad memories back. It's just that I wasn't expecting any of that. No one deserves that kind of life," she explains.

"I agree, but it's in the past, mom is happy now, and she's looking forward to grandkids from me and Laxus," Trevet chuckles in an attempt to lighten the mood.

Forcing a smile on her face, Lisanna wonders, "Do you think we'll ever get to meet the mysterious Ariah Umbridge?"

"She might show up at the GMG to cheer for me," Tre smiles.

"A mother cheering for her son is a man!"

"Eh?" Tre tilts his head, not used to the male Strauss's raving, "What are you talking about Elfman?"

"Don't mind him," Cana explained. "He does that. It's his word for cool or awesome. Or, totally radical, bro."

"Okay, I get it." Tre nods in understanding, looking out the window to see the large, snow-capped mountain coming into view, "Nearly there."

"That was a fast ride," Lisanna mentions. "We went through three train stops without even hitting a single one."

"This is an express train stopping at Clover Town station, it will only stop there," The brunet says.

After a few moments, the train eventually came to a sharp hiss. Steam rolled out from underneath it as its stinging breath exhaled into the cooler air. Over the intercom the conductor went about the leaving procedures.

Grabbing his bag, Tre exits the train station, waiting on the platform for the Strauss's and Cana. When they finally arrive, the five of them exit the station and begin the long haul to Mt. Hakobe.

The thought that Trevet had just been here early this morning was almost entertaining. He had made a complete U back to Clover Town. But, this time, he was with a whole different group. Some part of him was much more relaxed knowing that he didn't have to deal with Juvia's hopeful Fifty Shades of Gray reenactments.

Tre takes a big breath as they arrive at the bottom of the mountain, stating, "Finally! A place where Ice Mages are at home!"

"I'm honestly surprised that Gray didn't want to come with us. I think that Natsu and his team went to the beach instead," Lisanna mentioned, pressing her slim finger against her lips in thought.

"Yeah, leave it to them to want to go slack off instead of actually train," Cana snickered. "I wonder how good the booze will be at the beach. At least, here no one will question me when I spike my coffee."

"I fought Erza, poor girl, she thought I was going all out," Tre shakes his head.

"You were training the whole seven years that all of us were trapped on Tenrou," Mirajane reminded. "It makes sense that you would be stronger."

"Suppose so. You do raise a good point Mira," Tre says before removing some sheets of paper and handing a small group to everyone, "These are people to watch out for in the Grand Magic Games as well as their stats."

"You brought… rosters…" Cana mentioned as she looked at the faces on the group of papers.

"Yes, we're at a disadvantage to these other guilds, we gotta know what to expect," Trevet nods, "Watch out for that one," The brunet says as he points to a pale black-haired man, "Bacchus Groh of Quatro Cerberus, master of the Chop-Hanging Palm."

"He's drunk when he's fighting. Looks like someone I can get along with," Cana mentions.

"He's a sexist pig is what he is," Tre states before clapping his hands, "Alright, sparring. Who's first?"

"How about you and Cana train while we set up camp?" Mirajane suggest.

"Ah, but Mira, I wanna fight, too," Elfman complains.

"I think it's only fair if me and Elfman fight, he clearly wants too," Trevet smiles, "This will be a fight between true men!"

"MEN!" Elfman howls.

Tre tosses off his shirt, and Lisanna notices the tiniest speck of drool crawling from her sister's mouth. Tre has a large pair of wings tattooed onto himself, starting from the center of his back and stretching up to rest the ends on his shoulders.

"Tattoos must have become a bigger thing over the last seven years," Cana mentioned.

"Have you not seen 'Magnolia Ink'? The shop's downtown, I stopped off before we met up and got this one done," Tre explains.

"I see," Mirajane mentioned, looking from the tent she was setting up to trail her eyes across the markings.

"Ice Dragonslayer Magic is considered to be quite powerful, as it has healing magic, along with extreme physical force," Trevet mentions.

"Thanks for the documentary info," Cana snickered, "But, you'd better turn around before you get clocked with a fist to the face."

Taking Trevet completely unawares, Elfman's fist comes crashing down. Hard scales have lined in right arm, and his Beast Soul was only pulling at partial force when he snickered at Trevet's reddened face.

A light blue aura surrounds Tre as his wounds slowly disappear. He exclaims, "Ice Dragon's Roar!" and spews a frozen beam from his mouth.

Skidding backwards, Elfman lunges again at the brunet, Tre swiftly dodging the strike. The two trade punches for a few minutes before Trevet sends the white-haired teen reeling with an attack after yelling, "Ice Dragon's Frozen Fist!"

"That was a manly move!" Elfman smirks as he goes in for another punch.

"Thanks!" Trevet smirks back as he forms a large, well-decorated greatsword of pure ice in his hand, exclaiming, "Ice Dragon's Arctic Greatsword!" and swinging the weapon with tremendous force.

Throwing a scaled forearm up, Elfman shields his body. The impact sends him to one knee, but there was no way Elfman was going to let it stay at that. Turning his entire body into a reptilian beast, Elfman charged inwards. His plated shoulder slammed home into Trevet's abdomen, sending spit and air rushing from his lips. As soon as Elfman's Lizardman form slams Trevet into the snow, his scaled fist comes rushing downwards.

To the shock of everyone around, Trevet catches the scaly fist and exclaims, "Ice Dragon's Roar!" breathing pure arctic energy towards the white-haired teen at point-blank range.

Ice solidifies Elfman's hair as he's sent flying sky high. A jagged stone wall is revealed when the massive male's back is thrust upon it. When Elf's body slid down the side of the wall to totter side to side like a bobblehead, he might as well have had spirals dancing in his eyes. He was KOed.

Getting up, the brunet walks over to the white-haired male and offers to give him a hand up whilst saying, "Good sparring match!". He helps the male up and the two walk back over to the base camp.

"How is the set-up going sis?" Elfman asks the former Sorcerer Magazine pin-up model. His body weighs atop Trevet's as the slayer heals him with his magic.

Mirajane had already set up two tents. One was big enough for the girls. The other was large enough for the boys. Sitting between them was a fire pit. A kettle was already bubbling from a covered substance. Tendrils of steam licked the icy air above it.

Picking up a fractal of ice laying on the ground, Tre begins to absentmindedly munch on it, using said ice to recharge his magic as he asks, "What's for dinner, Mira?"

"Stewed rabbit. Hope you don't have a problem eating bunnies," she laughs gently.

"Don't give me moral problems from the food, Mira," Tre pouts.

"Rabbit and rum! The best kind of R&R!" Cana proclaimed, nearly falling from a log that had been brought over for seating. She was already trashed.

"Oh god, she's hammered," Tre grumbles as he sits on a long log. He turns his head to see the younger female Strauss, Lisanna, has made her head quite comfy on his shoulder. "Hey Lisanna, comfortable enough there?" He asks sincerely.

His only reaction was a little mumble of sound. Explaining for her was Mira, she stated, "Lisanna doesn't travel well. It always makes her sleepy."

The youngest Strauss paws her way around Tre and wraps her arms around his shoulders, not moving her head from it's comfy spot as she moves onto his lap and sits with her legs wrapped around his stomach.

"Okay, why is she doing this then?" He asks quietly.

"She's a cuddler. It's a Strauss thing." Cana laughed for a second before adding, "I caught Elfman wrapped all around Evergreen like he was a koala on a tree before."

"She's so cute, her sleeping face is so adorable," He smiles as he hugs her back.

Even as Tre and Lisanna were having an accidental moment, Elfman grumbled, "I don't know what you're talking about Cana."

"Mira-nee?" A sleepy Lisanna asks, "I don't wanna let go of Trevet, can I sleep in his tent?"

"No!" Elfman roars out before Mirajane can give a similar answer.

"B-But Elf-nii, I don't want to let go of him," Lis pouts.

"Well, guess what, Lisanna? I don't freaking care. There's no way in hell you're sleeping in any strange guy's tent. Sleep drunk or otherwise."

"H-He's not strange, he's nice. I like him better than Natsu," Lisanna says sleepily, causing Mira to gasp.

"It doesn't matter, Lisanna. It's not going to happen," Mirajane filled in before Elfman could get a word out.

"Listen to your sister and brother, Lisanna," Tre says.

"I thought you liked me. You said I was cute," She pouts at him.

"You are cute and I do like you but we can't share a bed, we just met," Trevet says.

"Thank you for not being a perv, unlike most guys in Fairy Tail," Mira smiles.

"Not a problem," Tre smiles, feeling his face heat up when the older female Strauss pecks his cheek.

Slightly jealous of all the affection Trevet was getting, Cana decided to lean her own body on the male. "Yeah, Trevet. Thanks for not being a perv," she grumbled, hinting to certain kiss on a certain train.

"Cana, I still love you dearly, never forget that," He smiles as he gives her lips a little peck.

"Looks like we found a replacement for Loki," Elfman mentioned, glaring in the direction of his little sister wrapped around Trevet. After he'd fixed a bowl of stew, he leaned back to glare quietly.

"Hey, I didn't ask for your sister to hug me, it just happened," Tre says, pouting as he pours himself and Lisanna two bowls of soup, he shifts the younger Strauss off of himself and begins to eat.

"It's his brotherly instinct kicking in," Mirajane explained, taking a spoonful of their meal to her lips.

"It also might be my dragon pheromones that caused her to hug me," Tre shrugs.

"Ah. Yes, Levy was reading up on Dragonslayers the other day. I remember her mentioning something like that. Apparently, an actual Dragonslayer is turning her life into a book by collecting information on herself. Funny how it seems to work on everyone but Gajeel," Cana laughed.

"It seems to be once you hit a certain age. Because me and Laxus have girls after our hearts so it must be an age thing, hence why it hasn't happened for Natsu or Gajeel."

"I wonder if it only happens during certain times," Mirajane mentioned. Once everyone was finished, she easily set about collecting the dishes then placing them in a bucket to be rinsed in after everyone got done chatting around the fire.

Before Tre can get up to move, Cana, jealous of what Lisanna had done, crawls into his lap and sits with her arms around his shoulders.

Annoyed at all the attention, Elfman rose right up from his seat. "I'm going to bed."

Cana is stroking Tre's hair like he's some kind of animal, and mumbling, "You're so good when it's just us."

"Uhh, Mira? Little help?" Trevet asks.

"I think that we'll go to bed, too," Mirajane explains. Picking Lisanna up from the log, she walks the two of them towards the girl's tent.

"I'm off to bed, nighty night," Cana mumbles as she stumbles into the girl's tent.

Tre gets up and heads into the boy's tent, mumbling, "Is Elfman mad at me?" as he sits on the other sleeping bag.

When he enters the tent, all he sees in Elfman's broad back facing him. The man looks slightly tense even in sleep. Ignoring it, Trevet slips his body beneath the covers of his sleeping bag. He then looks up to the sky and wonders what Omi is doing.

Meanwhile…

Blue eyes stare. They stare, and a pair of grey ones stare right back at her. The tension in the air was nearly palpable as Neomi and Laxus studied each other from across the room. Her fists were clenched. His brows were drawn. When she drew up her weapon, he braced against the soon to come impact.

"Take this, demon!" Neomi howls as she leaps from the couch she'd been poised atop. With a pillow raised high above her head, she slams it home atop his golden skull. When Laxus rolls underneath her attack, a beer bottle goes rolling underneath his foot.

Laxus snags Neomi around the ankle. Her leg goes flying upwards until he sends her sailing in the direction of Bickslow. The Seith Mage barely had time to figure out what was going on until Neomi's scream caught his ears. Neomi's face slammed home right into his bare chest before his beer went sailing into the air. "Alcohol abuse!" the Seith Mage proclaims, scrambling to catch his bottle before it could crash against the hardwood floor.

It was at this moment the voice of Laxus' little brother exclaims in his head, "Laxus! Elfman is pissed off at me!" Blonde hair whipped around to a holographic projection of Trevet in the room. Suddenly, Laxus's drunken self attempted to sober up. Flush crossed his skin at being taken unaware in nothing but a pair of boxers and a beer in his hand. "Uh… Laxus? What the hell is going on over there?" Trevet's voice wonders as the drunken haze in Laxus's mind attempts to sober.

"Trevet? What is it?" Laxus asks, slight annoyance hinting in his tone. He's slammed upside the head by Neomi's pillow one more time. As soon as she finishes with her blow, he snags her to wrap her up in a headlock.

"Elfman is angry at me because Mira kissed my cheek, so did Cana and Lisanna wanted to sleep in my bed and she was wrapped around me," Tre explains. His announcement got the ears of a Seith Mage perking up. Leaning back from his seat on the floor, Bickslow checked Trevet's hologram out while taking a swig of beer.

A calloused palm runs through Laxus's hair as he looks at his little brother's hologram. Keeping an obviously drunken and wriggling Neomi in his headlock, Laxus sighs, "You're horny. Aren't you?"

"No!" He yells in a hushed tone, "I basically got a lap dance from two girls, one of which is his sister, and his other sister kissed me. I don't know what to do!"

"Trevet's just horny," Neomi giggles, her hands hanging on Laxus's forearm.

"I am not!" he barks, trying to keep his voice down in the tent.

"You still don't know how to control your pheromones. Do you?" Laxus explains, releasing Neomi. The drunken girl falls on her back laughing at absolutely nothing.

"I can control them?!" He whispers, shocked at the revelation.

"Yeah. You're a mage not a honey bee. You have the intelligence to control it. Just like this one has the intelligence to control her magic. We used it to get all this booze. Amazing how one little portal can open up a liquor store," Laxus states, turning back when Freed gets hit with a pillow by Evergreen. Ah. The battle was about to begin. It would get worse when Bickslow and his babies decided they were drunk enough to take part. He was a beast at pillow fights.

"Alright, I'mma go," Tre says and like that, he hangs up.

As soon as Trevet's hologram fades from sight, Laxus twists Neomi's body around in his arms. Within seconds his forearm was pinning her by the throat to the ground. "Rule one of battle. Even though the opponent looks distracted, he may not be. Some opponents pretend to be focused somewhere else when in reality, they're just trying to get you open," he explains, picking his beer back up to take a swig of it. Once finished, he states. "Now, get out."

"You underestimate me, Dreyar," Neomi snickers. A wicked grin crosses her face. Thrusting her knee upwards, Neomi throws her leg inches from Laxus's open crotch before flipping her body. The unsuspected movement hand Laxus pinned easily beneath her in seconds. "Women's self-defense was a class I taught."

"But, your world didn't have magic," he comments back. Lighting his body up in lightning, Laxus shot electricity from between his lips.

Hastily, Neomi ducks, but Laxus judged her response. His stronger body throws her arms off him where he gets a hold of her biceps. Neomi's bare feet lift completely up from the floor before he flips her back onto the ground.

Seeing it coming, Neomi focuses her strength. She feels it welling up inside of her. She can sense it moving. Without a catalyst to direct her magic through, Neomi's not sure whether or not she can get the rift to open in the right spot. Gritting her teeth, she imagines the floor beneath her. She pictures the exact spot she wants the rift to open.

Parting her lips, Neomi commands, "Transport Gate!" As soon as Laxus moves to slam her bodily to the wooden floor, Neomi's body dips within a black portal. A movement of her hands shut him off from her, and she seals herself within her rift.

Her body floats within a black void before she moves her hands once more. A new rift opens, the exit to the last. Charging towards it, Neomi appears behind Laxus. With a lift of her leg, she knocks him into a new rift and launches him outside of the hotel.

His body may have landed in the rain, but all that did was give her a new opponent. "Let's see how you do with multiple opponents," Evergreen snickered. She used the pillow in her hands as a distraction. Throwing it at Neomi, the woman was too busy watching it to realize Freed had snuck behind her.

The mage's runes glowed behind her. As soon as her bare foot stepped atop the words, Neomi was trapped. Her entire body was frozen to the spot as Evergreen powered up an attack. A small ball of light came hurdling towards her right when Freed's runes explained the rules to her. Only Magic is Allowed Here.

Narrowing blue eyes, Neomi focuses her magic within her forehead. She powers up her own magic as Evergreen's fairy magic nears her. When she could feel the wind of the blow, Neomi's Rift Magic wakes up.

A white void opens, swallowing the magic. Without a voice thanks to Freed's runes, Neomi has to imagine a new rift instead of commanding it with her voice. Imagining a split of Ever's attacks, Neomi opens two portals. Her lips desire to part in astonishment at her success, but she has no time to revel.

The rifts waver from her lack of control. The ball of magic Evergreen had directed at her is split in two. One half fires towards Ever. The other half fires towards Freed. Neomi maintains her rifts, focusing with all her strength. As soon as the two unsuspecting mages get hit with their own tactic, Neomi's surrounded by wooden dolls.

"Think of magic like a muscle," Bickslow explains. "If you don't use it, it just gets weaker. Since magic's connected to the soul, I can judge how much control you have by looking at you. Right now? You freaking suck. Babies, get rid of the Portal Girl."

A dark grin slips up the side of Neomi's face. She studies Bickslow's totems carefully. As soon as they begin to charge up small blasts of magic, she braces. "A muscle, eh?" she wonders aloud. As soon as five beams of light lash out at her. Neomi extends her hands. Five small rifts, greyish in appearance and hazey from her lack of practice, eject into the air.

She swallows up his attack before closing the rifts off completely. Eyes scan the room for where her portals may open back up at, but Neomi decides to do something different. Instead of firing the attack back at him, she concentrates the power inside of her alternate realm.

Particles of green magic dance in her mind's eye, and she throws her palm flat on the wooden floor. Instead of separating the different attacks, Neomi concentrates it. Changing the chemistry of his attack, Neomi turns five beams of green magic into one. A portal forms directly under his feet. Just when the floor turns into her rift, a blast of his own magic fires right back at him.

Bickslow's body lights up in green magic while his totems gasp their surprise. As soon as he falls to one knee from the attack, Neomi drops completely. Her chest rises and falls with more mental exertion than physical. She was just about to ask for a beer when Laxus presses a cool bottle to her forehead.

"It's a lot harder than it looks," he points out, sitting on the floor beside her.

Taking a swig of beer, Neomi lets loose a relieved gasp from tired lips. "Who would have thought that pillow fights actually help with real fights?" she laughs. Her body falls back to the floor where she stares up at the coffers in the ceiling.

"Distractions are good in street fights. Honorable fighting is reserved for arenas and other shit like that. When you're in a real brawl, you use anything you have to. Life or death isn't just a game for us. It's how we all live.," he finished up. Taking a swig of his own beer, Laxus looked Neomi over.

She wasn't bad for a beginner. Actually, she was further along than she should have been for someone just now using magic. If she really did fall from a hole in the sky, Laxus wondered whether or not she had practiced magic in her home realm or not. Even so, the fact that she was paired up with his little brother was just putting too many questions in his throat. Why was she here? Why did Trevet show up after so many years? What the hell was Ivan thinking about trying to create Zeref Land?

Shaking his head, Laxus leaned back on one arm. Hopefully, the two of them would explain things to him as he studied them.

The next morning, Tre wakes up to, Elfman, still asleep and laying flat on his face, mumbling something about Evergreen. Getting up, he steps out into the frigid morning to see Mira, preparing this morning's breakfast.

"Good morning," He yawns as he sits upon a log.

"Morning," she greets. Her hands were wrapping up some form of vegetable before she laid them flat across a metal grate. That grate spans the entirety of the fire pit. Little flames rise up to lick through the square holes of the metal structure, and a pleasant aroma leaks from the aluminum foil covered items.

"What's for breakfast?" He ask, taking a seat by the fire pit.

"Quesadillas," Mira explains. Her body sits down atop one of the logs and watches the flames dance beneath five, large tin foil wrapped meals. Just admiring the aroma of the food while gazing out onto a snow coated mountainside held some form of romantic atmosphere. Mirajane could feel herself slipping into just that vibe as she listened to the sound of footsteps crunching in fresh snow and the crackling of flames before her.

"Sounds delicious. Then again, everything you make is delicious, Mira," Tre smiles as he approaches the silver-haired woman and takes a seat beside her.

A grin tosses in his direction before she looks to sleepy eyed Lisanna crawling from the tent. She snickers, "Not sure how you can say that when you've only eaten my cooking once. Elfman is the best cook in our family."

"I-Uh...em….I'm not entirely sure how to react to that," Trevet states blankly.

Lisanna's body slips beside her sister where she promptly lays her head against the other white haired woman's shoulder. Stroking her younger sibling's hair, Mira states, "It's the truth, though. He was actually the one to teach me how to cook. Despite his tough exterior, he's a pretty big teddy bear."

"He was mumbling about Evergreen, does that happen often?" He asks the Satan Soul Take Over Mage as he takes a handful of snow and munches on it absentmindedly.

Blue eyes flash open at the mention of that, and Lisanna leans away from her sister. "Were you not able to tell that they're together? They have been since the S Class exams though Elf won't admit it." A sly grin crosses her face, and she slides those crystal orbs towards her big brother's tent.

"Oh really?" Tre grins slyly back at the silver-haired woman, "Let's play a little prank then."

"Did someone say prank?" Cana chimes. Her voice carries from somewhere other than the tent as she approaches. Her hair is windblown. Her skin is flushed from the cold. Snow was glistening in ivory sprinkles atop her brunette mane. Where she had come from, no one knew, and she didn't look like she was ready to spill her information when she tossed herself down onto a log by the group. As soon as she sat, she pulled a thermos of coffee from her blue bag, added some Bailey's to it, and lifted the item to her lips.

"Yeah, we're gonna prank Elfman," Tre smirks, clasping his hands in a villain-like fashion.

"How?"

"We're gonna tell him Bicks got Ever pregnant, if he's with her, he'll freak."

"And, likely rampage. You really want him to start an avalanche on this mountainside? Besides, there's better pranks than screwing with someone's emotions."

"Please do enlighten me, baby," He smirks as he slings an arm around Cana and pulls her closer.

"We could always convince him that Ever is here. See if we can't get him to admit they're together," Cana adds. Her finger comes up under her lips in thought. "But, that would be too easy. We need something more. We need…"

"We need…..?" Tre asks.

As Cana continues to ponder over her plot, the very male they spoke of exits from his tent. A hand goes through his spiky, ivory hair, and he blinks over the group. Trevet and Cana were snuggling. Lisanna and Mira were picking some tinfoil wrapped items off the plate over the fire pit. Scowling at Trevet's seeming comfortability with apparently all the women around him, Elfman sat like an oversized guard dog on the other side of the fire. "Why's everyone so quiet?" he wonders.

"Oh! Morning Elfman," Tre says, pretending to be shocked.

"Morning, Trevet," he greets back. After being tossed his breakfast by Mirajane, he quietly ate. Blue eyes carefully scan those around him. Something was up. He could tell.

Trevet munches on his breakfast like he and the girls weren't plotting anything, the brunette Cana leaning against him. It was then a blood-curdling roar is heard by the group, the five mages turning their heads to see a large Vulcan approaching swiftly.

"Stupid Vulcan!" Tre exclaims as he gets up, charging towards the hulking primate as he shouts, "Ice Dragon's Roar!"

The Vulcan crosses its arms as the attack sends it skidding back. Throwing the monster into the air, Trevet leaps after it, slamming a pair of large, icy fists onto its back to send it back towards the ground. Elfman charges the falling beast and tackles it to the ground, moving backwards as Tre's icy heel slams into it.

"Ice Dragon's Arctic Partisan!" Tre exclaims as he forms a long spear of ice, driving it through the heart of the Vulcan and slaying it and coughing whilst saying, "Anyway, back to training."

Two Months later….

Trevet's eyelids part from his amber orbs as he rises from his slumber. Removing himself from his sleeping bag, the brunet begins to pack away the personal belongings he brought with him, which he had cleaned the previous night. After everything is securely stored within his drawstring duffel bag, Tre exits the campsite and heads down the trail after leaving a note explaining his departure taped onto one of the logs.

After reaching the base of the mountain, the youngest Dreyar makes his way through quaint little Clover Town, the homely town silent on such a crisp summer's morn. Having no time to wander, he swiftly travels towards the train station, where he purchases a ticket for the express train to Magnolia. He then takes a seat in one of the booths on the train as he makes his return journey to Magnolia.

After arriving in Magnolia Station, the brunet exits the train, travelling through the station and out into the quiet streets, where he then enters a bar. Tre takes a seat at the empty table closest to the door, and smiles contently when the two figures he wishes to converse with enter the establishment.

The next morning, most of Fairy Tail has arrived to hear the announce of Fairy Tail's team for the Grand Magic Games. The guild is fraught with eager anticipation and bated breath as Makarov clears his throat.

"Alright brats!" Makarov announces from the front of the bar. "Since the lot of you have arrived, I've decided to have Natsu, Erza, Gray, Lucy, and..." Makarov's eyes scan over the group.

For being last place in the championships these past seven years, he's not feeling too wonderful about the looks of this team. For one, Laxus and his team had yet to show up. Gildarts had gone MIA as always. Not even that new girl with the powerful yet unstable magic had shown up. Makarov wants to win. Though he has faith in his brats, a little extra fire power wasn't a bad thing. Settling his eyes upon a nervous Wendy, he was about to deem two dragon slayers better than one until a sudden light burst through the guild.

Hands on his knees, breaths panting into the air in front of him, Trevet shoots his hand into the air. "Whoo!" he hollers, "Made it!" Pushing up on his legs, Trevet snickers, "I didn't miss the team up. Did I?"

"Just in time," Makarov pronounces. "I want you to join Natsu, Erza, Lucy, and Gray in the games."

"Two dragonslayers!" Natsu cries out in glee.

"At least we get paired with one of the smarter ones," Gray comments.

"So…..when do we get going?" Tre asks.

Looking at a piece of parchment Levy had picked up for him, Makarov states, "Now. I already purchased the tickets for your team. We have a slot for a back up team member. I think that would be best given to Elfman."

"Alright! Once we're packed, we meet up outside the station in an hour," Trevet smiles.

"Sounds good to me," Lucy nods.

"I agree, boys?" Erza says.

"Aye!" The pink-haired dragonslayer exclaims.

Team Fairy Tail exits the guild and go their separate ways as they return to their homes to pack for the impending GMG. After merely packing a few extra things, Trevet heads through the streets of Magnolia towards the train.

As soon as he gets there, he can't help but lay his head against a standing directory. Fairy Tail hadn't been easy since he'd joined. Training, trains, travel, more trains. He'd been running this way and that. And, now that he thought about it, he hadn't seen Neomi in a long time.

She was new. Not only was she new to Fairy Tail, but she was new to Earthland. Surely, the Raijinshuu hadn't been too hard on her while he was gone. Laxus wasn't the easiest of trainers, but he didn't butcher anyone. Not on the first go at least.

Trevet could remember fighting with his brother when they were younger. The saying, "Boys will be boys" applied to them a lot more times than it should have.

"I can't reach it," Trevet complained as he stared at the shelf over his head. There was an apple at the highest reaches his body could stretch to. Glowering at the apple, he glanced around his grandfather's house. The only things that he could get to were either too big for him to lift or too heavy to move.

As Trevet glowered at the apple overhead, he saw Laxus out of the corner of his eye. The eighteen year old was strolling through the kitchen. Sound Pods were firmly in place over his ears, but upon seeing his little brother staring at the shelf, he twisted one of the conical spikes to turn the sound off. "What's with that face?"

"I can't even reach a stupid apple, why can't I be tall like you?" The little brunet grumbled, crossing his arms, looking down and pouting.

"Because you're still in your early stages of growth, you're seven. Worry about your favourite shows or what flavour ice cream you're eating, not something dumb like height," Laxus says as he grabs the apple from the shelf, handing it to his little brother. As soon as small hands reach out to accept the offering Laxus snatches it back. "Besides, it's not like you'll ever be as strong as me."

Snarling, Trevet kicked Laxus in the shin. As the blonde hissed in pain, he leaped upwards to headbutt Laxus in the gut. Immediately, the apple dropped into Trevet's waiting hands. Promptly, he darted the hell up out of the kitchen.

"Get back here, you brat!" Laxus snarls, charging off in the direction of his brunette brother. As soon as Trevet's bedroom door slams shut, Laxus sends a bolt of electricity to destroy the lock. Ripping open the door, he catches sight of Trevet leaping out of the window. The kid's face was alight with a massive grin as he outmaneuvered his so called stronger brother.

Yeah, that was their relationship in a nutshell. Laxus was the dirtbag older brother, and Trevet was the adorable younger son that did no wrong. He was an angel. Grinning to the sky, Trevet caught sight of Team Natsu plus Elfman walking this way. When they all joined up, Trevet thought, Wherever they are, I'm sure that Omi's doing fine.

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