Summary: The world is being watched...And recorded. Making sure to watch over the human race, The Keepers record all historical events and store it in a vast library. They know everyone and everything about them. Different keepers are assigned to different regions. But what happens when one particular Keepers happens upon someone who is unknown? Someone with no history, not even a birthday? Her curiosity is peaked and even more so when her superiors tell her to forget what she saw and to act like it never happened.

The Unknown

In a place far off from any form of civilization, lived a girl with long blond tresses and the deepest of brown eyes. She lived alone with only her books to keep her company. Her life was quiet and uneventful, always sitting in her vast library and recording the history of mankind. What she was depended on who you asked. Some would call her The Keeper, others a Recorder, but most would only think of her as a historian. No one on Earthland truly knew just what she was. Yet, that was how it's supposed to be. Not one soul is supposed to know of her or the existence of what she was. The humans thought of her as nothing more than a myth. She goes unnoticed by the people who live here, unseen by the human eye and unheard by normal ears.

This blond would sit in her library, eyes glued to the lacrima screen as thousands of images flicker in front of her eyes each second. Her abilities were great, far beyond that of anyone else when it came to things such as this. And that's the reason she was assigned this job. Most would never be able to understand how she could live such a boring life, but what she did was similar to that of the humans watching their reality TV. The only difference is that what she watched was genuine and true, not scripted and planned out. To the blond, this was perfect. Since she was first created, she had always loved books. She had grown a deep fascination with the human race from the first time she'd heard about them. The choices they make, the different paths that lay out in front of them, their crazy beliefs and ways of worshiping who they believed to be the creator, it was all so intriguing. Every soul was different, not a single pair alike.

Their freedom is what really intrigued the blond. Their ability to make rash or sudden decisions without much thought or worry about consequences. They're able to be what ever they want to be, do what they want to do and feel what they want to feel. Such an amazing life for something so fragile. Their life span was so short that it was saddening. For all that they are able to do, they never truly live long enough to enjoy it. Yet, at the same time that they have all these wonderful qualities, they also have some horrible ones. There are those who kill without a care, those who hurt and take pleasure in it. Some are downright selfish and take what ever they wish for, caring little for those who such actions effect. People are abused, stolen from, abandoned, hurt, taken advantage of, toyed with and used in every imaginable way.

But, that just made the good ones that much more beautiful. Their choices to do something great. To become something better and do something good with the life they lead. Those certain souls would shine like a bright star in the dead of night. While gazing up at the lacrima screen, more and more images flickered by. Each person shown within it was followed by a quick reference to who they were. The images wouldn't even last for a fraction of a second, and to the human eye would be nothing but a blur. But to her, she could see each and ever image clearly as if it were paused. Her mind was able to take in information at an incredibly fast rate. But, even with abilities like this, she wasn't the only one with an assignment like this.

There were others like her, spread all over the world to watch over those in their region. Lucy was assigned Fiore from the beginning. Once they realized just how much information she could take in, they knew that she was perfect for the job. The country was fast paced and hard for the usual Keeper to keep track of. There is always so much going on that they couldn't focus on all of it at once. For awhile there, they had several Keeper's assigned to the country at once. That is, until Lucy came along. She had control of the whole region and everyone in it. The population was staggering when compared to other countries it's size.

A certain image stood out as the blond could hear the words clearly as if they were spoken right next to her. "I remember." The words were soft, said in a voice filled with grief. The image of a man with hair a deep shade of blue, eyes as dark as the shadows that had once possessed him, and a weight on his shoulders to which most would never truly understand, flashed upon the screen. He stood in front of a woman with scarlet red locks, her eyes a gorgeous shade of caramel and filled with a look of sorrow that could break anyone's heart. "I remember you." His words drifted off, neither saying anything at the moment as she let his seep in. He, on the other hand, had memories of the red head flashing before his eyes. The more he saw, the more he hated himself. Raising her hand, she moved that particular image to the side so that she could continue to monitor it while the others remained the same.

The Keeper watched on sadly, knowing exactly what the two were thinking. This moment was a combination of many things. A relief that the man finally had his memories back, an achievement since he had beaten the shadows that had once possessed him, yet it was also a heartbreaking scene. The fact that he had his memories back also meant that he knew of all the horrible things that he done during the time that his true self seemed to have been locked away. Standing up, the blond sighed as she moved towards one of the many rows of bookshelves. Her delicate fingers traced over the spines of each book she passed until stopping and running her fingers over the black book with the name of 'Jellal Fernandez' imprinted on it in silver.

Pulling the book from its place, she thumbed through the pages until reaching the last page that had been filled out. Upon opening the book, the scent of parchment and old fashioned ink immediately assaulted her senses and she let a small smile flicker across her lips. Most of the book consisted of empty pages, waiting for the mans history to unfold and to be recorded in this very book. Skimming her fingers over the page, a bright golden light appeared at her fingertips. "Jellal Fernandez, on May 23rd of the year X791, has reclaimed the memories he once lost as he confronted the courageous Erza 'Titania' Scarlet of his past." Words immediately began to appear upon the page as the blond spoke them, word for word.

Once finished the short recording, she closed the book but didn't put it back on the shelf. Instead the blond made her way to the other side of the shelf, repeating the process and skimming over the books spines until stopping at another. Pulling out the deep blue book, brown eyes scanned over the name printed across the front and spine in a shade of crimson red, Erza Scarlet. Just below her name, in the same color yet the word was slightly smaller, spelled out the name that the humans deemed worthy of the amazing woman. Titania. Taking both books with her, she made her way back to the large cherry wood desk that sat in the middle of the library and recorded the retrieval of Jellal's memories within Erza's history as well. This effected both of them, so both books would require its recording. She let the books sit open upon her desk as she turned her eyes back to the screen to continue monitoring the scene as it unfolded. The event was shown in the upper left corner while the other images continued to shuffle over the rest of the screen.

The man known as Jellal did not apologize for his actions, he didn't beg for forgiveness nor did he plead himself innocent and deny fault. He just stood there, watching the red head with saddened eyes. Erza remained speechless. No matter how surprised she was at this bit of news, she didn't let it show. She just continued to gaze up at the blue haired man, her own eyes shining not with accusation for what he had done, but with grief, sorrow and even a bit of fear. Their history together was definitely one that was almost unheard of. Their relationship continued to change over the years they've known each other. Beginning as childhood best friends that formed a strong bond through a shared hardship, then changing to best friends with a secret crush that neither were ever willing to admit. But tragedy struck the pair and Jellal disappeared for many years. Upon his return, he came back a whole new person and an enemy to the great Titania.

Finally when the demons that clung so tightly to the young man had finally been defeated, he disappeared once more. He was haunted by visions of a past he couldn't remember and sought out solitude to try and atone for the sins he had committed. But during his time alone, once more, another tragedy struck and luckily for him, a traveler happened to come across him and rescue him from deaths grip. But, the said traveler took him to the one place in which he never wished to return. He was taken back to Magnolia. Upon waking after days of unconsciousness, the man realized that his memories had returned and only served to push him further into despair. The day that he attempted to leave town is the very same day he ran into the one he both yearned to see yet dreaded at the same time. That woman was standing in front of him at this very moment for today was the day he had planned to return to his life of solitude.

As she continued to watch, another image grew in size and took over half the screen; Erza and Jellal's moment included. A flashing red exclamation point sat in the corner of the image, a type of alarm resounding and filling the usually quiet library with a headache inducing noise. The blonds brow furrowed as she stood up and approached the screen, her eyes gazing over the picture of a man who apparently had no history. There was no name, no date of birth, no heritage. Absolutely nothing. But such a thing was impossible! How could any human live on this world without a history? Without so much as a single recorded moment in time of anything he did? Such a thing was unheard of. And it required immediate attention.

Turning to face her desk once more, the blond marched forward and opened the top right drawer. Reaching inside, she pulled out a small black device and pressed an assortment of buttons until another screen appeared beside the first one. On the screen showed a man with long gray hair and small, beady black eyes. His brow seemed to forever be furrowed with a look of annoyance always shown upon his aged face. A beard and mustache covered the lower half of his face and fell all the way down his chest and to his stomach. "This better be important, Heartfilia." The man leaned his head against his fist, his elbow resting upon his desk as his eyes stared at her through the screen. Said girl knew that this man hated to be bothered and she was certain that this qualified as being important. It wasn't everyday that someone appeared on Earthland with no past or history at all.

"Master Doma, I apologize for the sudden interruption but there seems to be a problem. The computer spotted a man on Earthland who has no history." She spoke her words with confidence and tried her best to get straight to the point. The longer she took to explain things the more Gran Doma would be upset. For the first time, Lucy watched as his brow rose, even if only slightly. His head rose from his fist, his eyes gazing down at her as if debating what he had just heard. She could almost imagine the gears and cogs of his mind beginning to spin as he thought this over. The hand that was once a fist, moved to his beard, stroking the long gray hairs for a moment.

"Are you sure that this isn't just a computer error?" He questioned. That thought had hit the blond for a moment but she had quickly brushed it off for the fact that computer had just been checked not even three days ago. The tests came back completely fine and she was told that it was in perfect condition. Shaking her head, The Keeper was about to explain herself when she was interrupted. "Send me the image of this man you speak of." Nodding, the girl walked forward, touched the flashing screen with the image of this mysterious man before swiping it to the side as it appeared on the screen with Doma. The gray haired man leaned forward, his eyes squinting a bit as he examined the photo and it almost looked as if he had closed his eyes. They were already small and the squinting only made it worse.

After a moment of scrutiny, the man suddenly reared back with wide eyes as he began to search through his desk for something. He moved quickly from one drawer to the next until finally locating what ever he was looking for. His hands trembled as he pulled out a small black box that had a padlock keeping it shut. He fished out a set of keys from his pocket, finding the smallest one and inserting it into the lock. The box squeaked a bit upon opening, it's hinges in need of oil from lack of use. The blond watched on in confusion, just what was happening? Doma reached into the box and pulled out one sheet of paper. Lucy was unable to see just what was on the other side but grew worried when his trembling increased and he threw the paper back into the box, locked it and threw in back into his desk so quickly that you'd think it would burn him.

"Lucy Heartfilia, you are to forget what you saw today. Forget ever seeing this man appear on your screen and forget about his unknown identity. Do you understand me?" There was a bit of panic in his eyes and the blond couldn't help but be scared. Just who was this man and why is Doma acting this way? Why was none of his information in the system? Why did the council chairman seem so afraid of him? There were so many questions yet there were no answers to look forward to. Lucy knew that she would never find out the story about this man through the chairman. Running a hand through her long blond locks, the girl nodded.

"Yes, Master Doma."

"And if this man is to ever appear on your screen again, you will immediately erase any recorded data of him. You are to never reveal this information to anyone and never ask questions of him nor bring up the subject about him ever again. Do you understand?" This was the craziest thing to ever happen to her. Never had she even heard of someone without a history but then, to add to it, the weird way that Doma was acting right now. What was happening? Just who is this guy? It was all so mysterious, which of course only peaked her curiosity.

"Yes, Master Doma." Lucy, albeit reluctantly, agreed. She wanted answers to the many questions that were floating about in her head. This was the first time she had ever found herself so curious about one person. Yet, who can really blame her. No matter who was in this position, they would all want to question just what happened today. Dome nodded at her confirmation, his hands pressing a series of buttons on his end before the image of the man faded from both her screen and his. She knew that he was deleting all the information about the mysterious, even if it wasn't much. Once the deletion was completed, he signed off without so much as a word of goodbye or anything.

The blond sat on the edge of her desk, her mind running over just what had taken place. There was something going on, something that the council didn't want anyone to know about. And it all revolved around this man who had no history. This nameless man who was unknown to the world, or at least it seemed that way. But, she couldn't forget what she saw and heard. There was no forgetting something like this. And seeing how scared Doma was, maybe this man was an enemy. Maybe he was pure evil and strong enough to end the world. Why else would the chairman act like that? But, if that were true, then wouldn't it be better to do something about his appearance? To make sure that this man has no plans to destroy or take over the world?

Maybe she was overreacting and over thinking this, but she couldn't help the feeling in her gut that something wasn't right. That feeling was telling her to not let this go. And she was never one to go against her womanly instincts, they had yet to fail her. It was what she used to decide who would make or break history. Who required recording and who didn't. Obviously, they couldn't record everyone, so they only did the ones who were set apart. The ones who would make something of themselves and be known the mankind for many years to come. Those were the ones she wrote about. And this, what ever it was, definitely should be recorded. Whether this man be of good or evil, it needed recording. That much she knew for sure. Not she just had to figure out what she was going to do next.

Standing up, she walked down the rows of books and stopped beside a set that had nothing written on it. This shelf was full of nothing but blank books to be used when a new persons history was to be recorded. Grabbing down on of the bare books, she thought of the picture she had saw earlier. She remembered the depth of his dark onyx eyes. The salmon color of his spiked locks and his sharp features. Everything about him was different. Never had she seen eyes so dark before. Never had she seen a man with such sharp yet handsome features. And that hair, well it's not common for a man to walk around with pink hair. As the image floated about in her mind, the book began to change. It's all white cover began to change to a deep red and the material changing into what seemed to be leather. No, not leather, scales. The binding was held together by thick string and overall, the book looked aged even though it was just made.

Lucy had never seen a book do this before. Usually it just changed color and the name would print itself there but this was on a whole new level. But a name still didn't appear upon the front. Instead, across the cover and spine, spelled out one word in bold black letters. It was at this moment, as she gazed over the book in astonishment, that Lucy knew exactly what she was going to do. Holding the book tenderly in her hands, she said the word out loud, yet in a whisper as if someone might hear her.

"Unknown."

A/N: So, what do you think? Which story do you think is the best so far? I know I said that I would post Delusional next but it's still being editted and this one is finished so I thought to post this in the meantime. Once we hit the 10 chapter mark, I will post a survey on my page for you to vote on which you like best. The one that gets the most votes will be the next story I start. I will let the survey run for 1 week. Thanks for reading, reviewing, following and favortiing! I love you all so very much!