Hey everyone! Thank you all so much for the reviews I'm sorry it's taken me so long to update, I've been really busy with school, and Christmas, New Years, other stories, etc. Hope you like this chapter, this story is soon coming to its close! Don't own fairytail, please review.

Ever POV

Ever sighed in happiness, as she relaxed back onto her bed. Now that the boys had left, she had the entire hotel to herself, and she was LOVING the silence. Just relaxing on the bed in a bathrobe, her hair spread out behind her, her steaming hot vanilla tea on the table next to her. Aw this was the life. She closed her eyes, the utter bliss of the moment enveloping her.

'KNOCK KNOCK' Ever's eyes shot open, her silence interrupted. 'KNOCK KNOCK' Ever glared at the door; unfortunately her eyes held no power over the magic of sound. She reached up and grabbed one of the pillows from her bed, and pressed it over her face, trying to block out the noise. But the person at the door was persistent. Immediately an insistent nonstop line of knocking began. Ever groaned in annoyance, reaching out for her glasses.

"I'm coming I'm coming just stop that racket already, I feel like I'm trapped in a gold mine or something." Ever stretched slightly as she sat up, rolling off the bed. "If I find out it's those two boys again, I swear, I'm going to turn them into stone and crush them into little stones that I can use for the new patio I've been hoping to put in my house." She walked up and swung open the door, screaming. "Laxus when will you finally get your lackeys to respect my girl time priva..." standing before him, was a boy. He looked somewhere between the age of 14-16.

He had brown messy hair, a t-shirt that looked way too big on him, and scuffed up jeans. His eyes had large shadows, looking like he might collapse soon. But his eyes were so intent, so strong willed, she couldn't look away. "Are you from Fairytail?"

Ever nodded. "Yes, and you are?"

He didn't answer the question. "You are the guys looking for the bandit's right?"

Immediately, Ever's eyes darkened. A few times on other S ranked missions, when the person or people they had hunted had sent someone to trick them. Usually it was a kid, hoping the cute innocence would help sway them. It didn't happen often, but often enough for Ever to be wary of it when it happened. "I'm sorry I can't talk right now, extremely busy."

She started to close the door, but he put his hand on the door, holding it open. "Wait, please just listen, I know what this looks like, but please..."

"If you have anything to say write it in a letter, and then if it's worthwhile I'll listen." But as she tried to close the door, his hand reached out to grab hers. Immediately, Evergreen's eyes widened, as she fell into a memory.

Ever wasn't seeing from her own eyes, instead, she was looking from the eyes of the boy. He was much younger, probably 8 or 7. He was out in the town square, playing soccer with some friends. It was a peaceful day, sun shining bright, not a cloud in the sky. People were sitting at tables, drinking their tea, laughing at this or that.

The boy had just scored a goal. In his excitement he went running to his older brother, who was standing off on the sides. But he stopped, when he got halfway to his brother. The air had turned cold; a sharp tense air surrounded the group. The boy looked up, and through his eyes, Ever saw a shadow of a man walking into the town.

A bunch of people came out of the bakery. Out of the group, Ever could see Esther, as she called out to the figure. "Damien! You're late, what's going on?" Ever could tell she was trying to lighten the mood, but there was a sharp fear in the crowd. Children went just a little too silent; men's fists clenched just a bit too tightly. Damien walked further in the light, so Ever could see his face. There was a dark liquid splashed on his left cheek. People held their breaths. "D-Damien?" Esther whispered slightly.

Damien turned to them, flashing them a smile, that wasn't really comforting. "Hey everyone! I got some exciting news!" no one replied. "From today on, we've got a new man in charge."

Just then, the Mayor stepped out from a crowd of people. His shoulders were stiff, and he held a strong air of authority. "And what is that supposed to mean young man?"

Damien turned to look at him. "Just what I said. I'm going to take charge of this town." Damien's eyes widened slightly, as she smacked his head. "Aw shoot! I just ruined the surprise." He turned to face the crowd to his other side. "Well there you go! I'm your new leader."

"Damien! What's gotten into you?" the mayor spoke.

Damien glanced at him, over his shoulder. "Aw you can still keep your title if you want Mr. Mayor. It suits you I guess." He clapped his hands together. "Although, with me in charge, there's going to be a bit of a change in the rules around here."

"And who says we're going to listen to you!" everyone turned towards the new voice. There was an older boy, probably around 17, standing apart from the crowd. Ever knew who he was immediately, the memories coming from the boy. He was a kid from town, who was always on the wrong side of the law. People often found him and jail, and most assumed that he was part of the bandits that lived on the outskirts of town, but there was no proof against him.

Damien's eyes immediately narrowed upon seeing him. "Ah you. You've never been one for the rules have you? Just going your own way?"Damien raised an arm to him. "Sorry, but that won't work in my town."

Suddenly the boy fell over, seizures gripping his body. He started coughing up blood, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. People rushed forward to help him, but he shoved them away, looking like they frightened him most of all. Some of the other kids got scared, and tried to run away. Damien noticed, and swept his hand. Immediately, walls of fire shot up, blocking off the roads. Children and woman screamed, everyone rushing to find their families. The boy who was showing this to Ever just stood there frozen, watching Damien.

Damien threw back his head, and laughed to the sky, "aww, this is going to be perfect, we are going to have so much fun! Everything will be just like it used to be!"

Ever's consciousness returned to reality. She fixed the boy with a wide eyed stare, wondering how on earth he had done this. But from the look on the boys face, he hadn't realized what he had done himself. "Please, if you won't listen to me now, just come to this place." He reached into his pocket, and handed her a folded up piece of paper. "We'll explain everything. The bandits aren't what you think they are!" the boy immediately turned and left, leaving Ever standing there, staring at the piece of paper in her hand.

Laxus POV

Laxus followed behind Damien, to a small restaurant. There were tables outside, where the group of them took their seats. A waitress came over immediately, asking for drinks. Laxus ordered a beer, to which Damien raised an eyebrow. "You're a drinker too huh?"

Laxus glared at him. "Yeah what of it?" something about this boy, put Laxus on edge. And it wasn't just the fact that he was Cana's boyfriend. (He would never admit that bothered him.) There was something about him that just screamed DANGER DANGER. "Aren't you?"

Damien shrugged, looking at ease in his chair. "I drink a bit. Not as much as my girlfriend." He emphasised the word, girlfriend, Laxus was sure, to tick him off.

Freed and Bixlow sat on either side of Laxus, glancing at the two intently. For once in their lives, neither had anything to say. "This is what it takes to shut them up?" Laxus thought. "Maybe I should talk with Damien more often." "Let's cut to the chase." Laxus said abruptly. "You said you wanted to talk to me?"

Damien smiled pleasantly, leaning forward in his chair. "I'm guessing you already know what I wanted to talk to you about."

"Cana." Laxus said easily, far too calmly, considering who he was talking to. "What about her?"

Damien paused for a moment, allowing the waitress to put their drinks on the table. "Laxus, I'm sure you've had..." he glanced for a moment. "Well, you might have had at least one girlfriend in your time." Laxus ignored the hidden insult. "And I'm sure; it must make you uncomfortable to have another guy so close to her."

"Not really." Laxus said easily. "I'd trust that my girlfriend wouldn't cheat on me. She wouldn't be my girlfriend if I thought she would."

Damien waved his hand, brushing the words aside. "Oh no no, of course not. But I'm sure you can understand a guy worrying, for his girl's safety of course."

The way he said, 'his girl' put Laxus on edge, like the words just didn't work in Damien mouth. "Cana and I are just friends, nothing more."

Damien studied him intently. "Perhaps, that's what she things, but is that what you think?"

Laxus was silent for a moment. "Cana wouldn't cheat on you." Though he doubted the words as he said them. Despite the fact that he knew Cana would be loyal to her boyfriend, the fact that Cana was only going out with Damien for his benefit did add a predicament. Though he believed that Cana would break up with Damien first at least.

Damien frowned. "No, she wouldn't. We're perfect together, and she knows that." Laxus' fist tensed. "But that's not my point."

"Then what is your point?" Laxus snapped.

Damien smiled. "I want you to stay away from Cana." He smiled pleasantly, as if he had just suggested what Laxus should pick on the menu.

Laxus frowned. "I'm sorry?"

"You heard me?" Damien smiled, resting his elbow on the table, placing his head in his hand. "And stop flirting with her. There's no way she'd go for a guy like you."

Laxus' jaw clenched. Although he wanted to deny his accusation of flirting, he refused to step down when he had been insulted like that. "And what makes you think that?"

"Well, look at you! Gruff attitude, ugly face, I bet you could make grown men cry." Laxus couldn't deny that, as he had in the past. "You're, well how to put this. Mean."

Freed immediately jumped up. "Hey! Watch your mouth!"

Damien ignored him. "And someone like Cana, do you really think she'd like to go out with you?" Damien's eyes rolled to the sky. "And your guild! Oh man! I saw videos of you at your tournament, and seriously! You guys are a bunch of lunatics, your master..." Damien didn't get to finish.

Laxus stood up in his seat, pounding his fist on the table, knocking over Damien's drink. His eyes flashed dangerously, lightening sparking from his entire body. "Don't ever say anything against Fairytail. You can say anything you want against me, but not a word against my family." The two starred at each other, Laxus could have sworn he noticed tears in Bixlow and Freed's eyes.

Damien smirked, ever so slightly. "Big words from a man who attacked, then abandoned his family, don't you think?"

Laxus froze. "How'd you know about that?"

Damien's smirk deepened. "I hear things."

"That matter was settled long ago." Laxus insisted.

"Maybe settled, but what's done cannot be completely forgotten."

Laxus growled. "You're starting to test my patience."

"Oh? And what are you going to do about it?" Damien said, rising from his chair, leaning forward.

"Think you're strong enough to beat me?" Laxus growled. "Don't underestimate a mage from Fairytail."

Damien smirked. "Don't underestimate me." Just then, Damien's eyes flashed. Magic? Laxus' eyes lost focus.

This memory was different then past ones. Instead of it being some weird scene from Laxus' past, mini Laxus was nowhere to seen. Instead Laxus saw a mini Damien. He looked around 14, though Laxus couldn't tell for certain. He immediately recognized the place where he was as one of the bandit outposts that he had destroyed. Damien was walking through the camp, looking for someone. Other bandits were sitting around, looking at different things that they had stolen. Some of them called out to him, but he just glared back, pure loathing in his eyes. Finally, Damien came to a large tent at the farthest edge of the campsite. He breezed into the tent; ignoring the guards who stood on either side of the entrance. Neither of them said anything about it, hardly giving him a second glance.

Inside it was set up to look like a business office. File cabinets lining the walls, a large desk in the center, at which sat a man, two men standing over him, the three of them talking in hushed voices, leaning intently over a map. The man sitting in the chair was clearly the man in charge. He was an older man, his hair slightly thinning, but he still looked extremely strong physically. He wore a large trench coat, and dark leather pants. He had a smoking cigarette stuck in his mouth a gun near at hand laying on the desk.

Damien cleared his throat. "Sir, I'm back." All head's turned towards him.

The man sitting in the center, smiled up at him. "Damien, my boy, good to have you back!" he ushered the two out of the room, both obliging easily. Damien stepped out of the way to let them past. The man in charge smiled again at the boy. "Come come, sit!" Damien didn't return the smile. He silently moved to sit across from the man. "So how'd it go boy?"

Damien rolled his eyes. "Do you think I'd come back if it didn't go well?" he shifted into his pocket, pulling out a large solid gold necklace, a single ruby adorning it. He threw it casually on the table, the older man staring at it like it was a newborn baby.

"Mia Bella," he uttered the phrase breathlessly, picking up the jewel. "this jewel was passed from king, to pirates to strongholds, aww, this is the crown jewel of crown jewels, the history in such a small thing is beyond words."

"And you're just going to sell it to the highest bidder." Damien said, in a bored tone."

The man smiled back at him. "Si!" as he casually tossed the jewel into a drawer. He smiled, looking at the boy. "Well, I can assume that you came here for a bigger reason than to just report your success."

Damien shrugged. "Is it so bad for me to want to talk with my old teacher?"

The man smiled cheerfully at him. "No problem at all boy." He sat back down on the other side of the desk, taking out some champagne and two glasses, pouring one for himself, and one for Damien. Damien casually took the drink.

"So what's new boy? How's your practicing going, with that, ugh, fire technique you couldn't figure out?"

Damien took a sip of his glass. "Not to good, kept scorching up the merchandise. Finally gave up on it."

The man laughed. "Nothing comes before the money, I have taught you well!" he took a drink from his glass. "But how about your, err romantic world? Still haven't got yourself a lady friend?"

Damien smiled for the first time. "You know where my heart belongs."

"Yes yes you keep saying! That one girl, um, Cana, I believed you called her. But Damien." He leaned forward in his seat. "Getting yourself stuck on one girl for your entire life, it's not healthy! That's like getting stuck on jewel, that you will never be able to reach."

"I thought you always said no jewel was out of reach?"

"Eh- don't question me when I speak boy, out of these lips come knowledge." Damien chuckled slightly. "Well, what about that one girl, um, Esther! You talk about her quite a bit. And from what I've seen, she's got an eye for you."

Damien chuckled. "Despite Esther's feelings, she's nothing more than a sister to me. I don't want that to change. Soon enough she'll get over me."

The man rolled his eyes. "No sense trying to help you eh boy?"

Damien smiled, shrugging. "You know." He started, the air in the room thinning slightly. "You told me once, that you had some connection to Cana."

The man frowned, confusion on his face. "Did I?" he narrowed his eyebrows for a moment, before realization came to him. "Aw yes! I did didn't I! Me in my old age, how forgetful I become!"

"You never did explain it to me." Damien prodded.

"Well, the connection is not so much to her, as it is to her mother boy."

Damien raised an eyebrow in question, but a smile was plain on his face. "Oh? How so?"

The man looked up at him. "Well I killed her lad."

Damien didn't even look surprised. If anything, his smile grew. "Oh?"

"Well yes. It was simple really, she was already in the hospital with a sickness all it was, was poisoning her drink, and allowing the doctors to think the death was natural."

"Why? She wasn't worth anything to you?" there was no anger to be found in Damien voice, simply a mild curiosity.

"Well, her husband, err Ex husband, had been a pain in my side for quite a while now. I figured, hey, it's not out of my way, just make him suffer; killing his wife should be enough. No one ever guessed what truly happened."

"But someone did see you." Damien said. "A young girl."

The man frowned, thinking. "Oh that's right! Just as I was walking out, I found a young girl, starring up at me. Poor little doll, looked so scarred, as she dropped the flowers from her hands." He chuckled lightly.

"That was Cana." Damien said calmly. His stillness was unnerving.

"Indeed! Well, seems like your little girl has more history with us then you knew!"

"No, I knew." Damien spoke. "I just wanted to make sure, before I did this."

The man looked up to him. "I'm sorry? Before you do..." he didn't finish his sentence. Damien stood up slowly, and raised his hand towards him. Immediately, his head started pounding with pain, unimaginable pain! The man fell from his chair, curling into a ball on the ground. "B-boy, Damien-wha?"

"I just had to make sure; it was you that Cana was afraid of, before I finally killed you."

His eyes widened. "Kill? But-but how? This... what magic is this?"

Damien gave an easy smile. "What? Oh, I get it. Did you really think that you were the first one who taught me magic? Oh, you just thought it was natural talent that made me learn the magic so quickly?"He laughed. "Magic runs in the family. Not very many are able to use it, or even know about it. But it was easy to figure out. Magic is so tightly connected to emotions. After Cana left, I was so mad; the magic came to me easily."

"But- but WH-why would you?" suddenly realization hit, "for, her? This is for revenge? For her?"

Damien laughed, so calmly, it was bone chilling. "Revenge? No, if this was for revenge you would have been dead years ago. It simply means that I'm coming closer to my goal."

"Goal?" the man asked, coughing up blood.

"Bringing back Cana! But of course, she'll never come back with you here. You're the reason she left, so there's no way she'd come back if you were still here."

"b-but."

"Sorry chief. If I didn't have to do this, I wouldn't you taught me so much, how to fight, steal, how to use fire magic, not really part of my plan but it could come in handy." He sighed. "You made me into the man I am today. I'm gonna miss you."

"P-please."

"Sorry it had to end like this. But, there is no other way." He kneeled down next to the man, his hand hovering over his head. "goodbye." And his hand fell.

Laxus' eyes jolted open. His was starring at Damien, his eyes blinking, trying to come back to reality. Had he just seen Damien, murder his teacher? But how? What kind of magic was that?

Just then Damien leaned back, his demeanor relaxing, as he brushed dirt off his shoulder. "Well, this has been a good chat. I'm sorry, but I must be going, I forgot there was something I had to do." Damien reached into his pocket, placing money for his drink on the table. "Remember what I said Laxus. Stay away from Cana." And with that he turned and left.

Freed looked up nervously at Laxus. "Laxus? What just happened?"

Laxus was silent, not answering his question. The group of them stayed to finish their meal. Freed and Bixlow went back to the hotel, leaving Laxus to roam around town, going over the memory in his mind. Had that been real? Or just a trick that Damien had conjured up? Laxus didn't like Damien, but he hadn't pictured him to be someone who could take another's life! If so, then Cana...

"Laxus?" Laxus looked up, snapping awake from his reverie. Cana stood before him, her eyes were slightly red, and she was hugging herself, from cold or sadness he couldn't tell.

"Cana, what are you doing out so late?" the sun had already fallen; the stars were glittering above them.

Cana just shrugged. "Walking, trying to clear my head." Laxus nodded. Damien's words to stay away from Cana ringed in his head, but he ignored them. Cana bit her lip. "Listen, I know you planned to meet again tomorrow, but, would it be alright if I showed you something?"

Laxus studied her for a moment. "Sure, why not?" Cana smiled, taking his hand, and starting to lead him away.

Hey everyone! Hope you liked it! Again, sorry it took so long to update! I'll try to update again ASAP, but I'm going to be really busy again, so it might be awhile. Please review!