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RainYama: ahahaha!.. Ice is speechless today.
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RainYama: Ahaha! Okay..looks like I'm gonna have to do the Disclaimer this time!-yosh!
Disclaimer: Ice does not own Fairy Tail(or me) so enjoy!
Chapter 7: Of what will be
It was a hot summer day, Erza would've had the luxury of requipping in her bathing suit and well, feel the sun tan her skin as much as her feminine side would want to. But no, she was grilled under the sun, yes-but unfortunately, not on her sexy swimming suit but her trusty Black Wing armor. Her blazing ponytail danced furiously around her, sword brimming everytime light hits its sharp edge. Whirling, turning, dodging, flying went the Mighty Titania against the combined forces of two small dark guilds. The fact that they only expected to face one dark guild, particularly the Winged Serpent's guild but ended up in an ambush with another guild hiding behind their backs, as if expecting their coming, earned curses from herself. But that's a matter meant for later. Right now, survival was the only option. She was just thankful enough the serpent's guild was merely a group of forty thugs or more, and the other helping guild had the same number, more or less. But damn it doesn't mean that wasn't dangerous. Facing two allied guilds, dark guilds was dangerous enough.
She landed on her feet staggering, and she found a pressing feeling against her back.
"I smell something fishy here, Erza." Ultear threw a big bubble and with such speed it multiplied and struck the coming mages.
"They knew we were coming." it wasn't a question, but a statement that ground to their guts, sparking confusion and curiosity. Meredy had the thing of stating exactly what was running through her elder mages' minds. The coral haired mage stepped backwards to the redhead, sending transparent swords across the enemies lucky enough to come an inch closer to her mother figure, Ultear.
"Thanks, Meredy." Ultear smiled just in a split moment before wearing a scowl, burying her elbows to an unfamiliar man's nose.
"Jellal's taking long. Maybe we should follow him already." the youngest female blurted out after gasping a handful of oxygen before delivering another wave of her magic.
Dealing with men in guns required much effort, basically dodging their almost invisible bullets, to countering an attack before they start barraging again after running out with ammos. This was something Erza and her group learned through the countless battles they fought with the guilds under the Alliance's wings. It would've been a great breakthrough for an era of magic, a big progress to their technology to aid mages. Sadly, that kind of knowledge came into the wrong hands, into the wrong side. Now the objective cleared for them: to dispose the knowledge of those weapons, thus breaking the imposing threat of coup d etat against the kingdom and the legal guilds, to the destruction of the Alliance. After going around in circles, searching and acquiring knowledge about the Alliance, they finally knew their purpose. It was better than fighting with eyes blindfolded.
Coincidentally, there was a flash of light striking five unlucky enemies,much faster than their bullets could do, and they knew whose it was.
"Oh, there he is!"
They turned their heads to the figure escaping the now crumbling headquarters of the Winged Serpent's guild.
"Mission Accomplished." the tattooed man grins, holding up a stack of yellowed papers.
"Hah. It took you that long for that?" Ultear faked a disapproving face.
"Right. You're just in time." Erza grabs the man's arms forcibly, the taller man flailed in the air above the scarlet.
"Wha-ahh!" Jellal almost shrieks, manly enough.
He landed butt first into the remaining dark mage, now knocked out cold.
Jellal turned to the culprit and gave a frown. An expression that made the entire group into snickers.
"Really, Erza? That's how you greet me, your-" the blue haired man tugs Erza's hand still gripping him just as strongly enough for the scarlet to tumble in the same fashion as he did in the ground.
"Damn it-"
"What do you think these papers hold?" "Looks like their financial statements, along their recorded activities, and a quick rundown of their possessed weapons and arms."
"there're a list of things I deduced to be what it needs to create those weapons I found there, too."
"Hmmm..hey, this is an odd sign."
"Lemme see." Ultear stretches her hands across Meredy who was holding a small piece of letter; bizarrely new-looking than the other papers they ran into. they all took a curious look from it, gathered in Meredy's seat in front of a bonfire. It was odd looking-stamp, they concluded- printed in black ink. It was the first time they ever saw it. And they've been through a lot to encounter these kind of things. So it sparked their curiosity to notice the mark, the only one out of the papers they retrieved. Placed at the end of the paper, almost unnoticeable of its size they peered to the top of the contents and saw nothing but numbers and words, names, and just a group of letters that tasted so foreign under their tongue. Was it ever written in dictionaries? Were they codes used to deceive? What do those digits hold importance?
The discovery lead them to yet another bulk of questions. But somehow, their gut feeling told them it was something they should pay attention to. But for some reason, the matter disappeared at the back of their minds when they felt among themselves the urge to sleep after a long dragging day.
They decided it that the matter was not theirs anymore to tread in, but the kingdom's problem to solve ...unless they were told to do so, which would be most likely. But that could wait till the next morning, right?
Poor, poor boy, walks alone in darkness.
Empty is what you've become
Numb is who you turned into.
Your fate rests in a bloodied ink
In your hands will you see crimson
Of which reminds you of her.
Poor, poor boy walks alone in darkness
The past will come behind your back
Bite you until you bleed
Till you bleed no more.
But fate is such cruel,
For the truth will cause you pain
Harsher than death itself
Poor, poor boy walks alone in darkness
In silence, you tread
Till you drop dead
Alone you are will fall
No one will catch you
But the bony hands of death.
Poor, poor boy..will you accept this end?
Gray woke up with a start. Shock impaling his hands on the sheets, he abruptly sat up. His body tensed in way that spelled fear, and he could feel blood pounding in his ears.
"Wha-what the heck was that?!"
A/N:...sulks
RainYama: aah, Ice is kind of-uhhh-
*glares-say- one- word-and-i'll-stare*
TYama: a-anyway, the guy just wants to say sorry because yeah-the last part was lame...really, she's sorry.. Mmm, yeah! She wants to hear from you guys, too..and uhm, she said she'd also gladly accept your own suggestions to replace the last part..she says she really had the lamest talent on poetry..haha..mmm. So yeah! I hope you guys enjoy the chap and I hope to see you guys on the next chap, too...but I guess PurpMallows is gonna be accompanying Ice next time^^Haha! I got a baseball match to catch, good luck Ice!~
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