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Chapter Six

My knuckles caressed the rough wood before rapping harshly upon it. I waited outside for a while, anticipating an apologetic face popping out. Ten seconds… twenty… Fifty… A minute…

I gave up. Patient as I was, it was clear that no-one was coming. My eyes blazed at the disrespect. Backing up, I launched myself at the huge door and kicked it open. A huge bang resounded through the hall.

But that didn't stop the fight inside. All types of people brawled on tables, under them, and broke them. I spot a tiny man sitting on a banister, staring at the scene in misery.

Suddenly, a table flew in my direction. It was going right for my face. My eyes hardened and my mouth compressed into a small white line beneath the mask. My fury emanated in a terrifying aura around me, decimating the table once it neared. Tiny piles of sawdust surrounded me, smouldering slightly.

Silence reigned throughout the Guild. Simultaneously, every person gulped. I was a frightening sight.

My cloak snapped in an imaginary wind, ruffling the hood a bit. My mask, hidden by my hood, darkened. Beneath all this, my eyes shone through. Yin yang eyes seemed to burn every person they landed upon. Framed against the open doors, my figure was more than intimidating.

"Who are you?" Titania barked.

Oh dear. It seems Fairy Tail don't know who I am! Poor Titania doesn't recognize me either.

"Me?" My silky voice slid through the destroyed hall, "I'm shocked, Titania. You don't remember me?"

"I don't know if we've met, but I sure want to know what you're doing here!" Natsu blurted out, fists blazing.

"You want… a fight? With me?"

The insane idea made me cackle. Him, defeat me? Pah, as if he ever had a chance! The little man - I think his name is Makarov – tottered up to me.

"I know you…" he muttered softly.

"No duh."

He gazed at me, trying to see me under the hood.

"Now, now, Makarov, what's the use trying to see under my cloak when you've never actually seen my face before?" I mentally cackled.

"No, it can't be…"

I slowly tilted the hood back until my mask was revealed. Today, I had not been wearing my Wizard Saint's cloak. Instead, my old friend came out to play. Though a little tattered, it served my purpose.

"Hello, Wizard Saint."

His eyes promptly rolled into the back of his head. After a member clicked his fingers in front of his nose, he re-awakened with a –

"Gah! What'd I miss? Just had the craziest dream with the First – "

He abruptly cut off and blanched as he noticed me standing in front of him.

"Apologies, Makarov, but it was nay a dream."

"F-First Wizard Saint! May I ask what you are doing here?" he stammered.

"A little business. And to pay a visit to one of your more… less desirable teams."

I prowled around the room, scrutinizing every aspect. I stopped in the centre, raising my arms above my head. For a second, my left eye glowed purple.

"Restore!" I purred.

All around me tables and chairs started to emanate white light. It was as if an imaginary clock hand was turning backwards. Soon, all the furniture was as it would have been before the fight.

"Cool!" I heard Natsu shout, breaking my concentration.

One by one, the tables gained cracks down the middle, slowly falling apart. Furious, I turned to face the fool. My body was shaking as I saw my spell undoing. His unimpressed face enraged me further.

"Huh," he stated, rubbing the back of his neck, "Never seen a spell do that before. Was it too weak?"

Parts of my anger turned to disbelief, then outrage, then cold hard fury.

"You dare say that to me."

My voice was quiet as a stalking lioness, my voice slippery as a snake. My movements were as graceful and lithe as a feline's when I stalked towards him. Stopping inches from his face, my mask hidden in the shadows provided by my cloak, I hissed at him. With one swift billow of a cloak, the furniture was immediately back to what it was previously – before that idiot broke my concentration.

"You moronic imbecile, you foolish cretin, you stupid halfwit!"

A part of my temper slipped from my rasp, resulting in cursing from many different languages. Some looked on with jaws agape, clearly not understanding, whilst some of the more… *ahem*… smart ones held shocked expressions. One such girl observed with a scandalized air.

After regaining control, I said, "Apologies for my rather… unseemly language. It has been a while since anyone dared to insult me, albeit in a roundabout way."

The nincompoop just huffed, rolling his eyes.

"As for your questions, no, it was not too weak. That spell requires concentration, which you broke by talking to me. It was not too weak," I glared at the pinkie, "Oh, and that was actually the muted version. I revealed the true one when I did it in an instant. Some people dislike showing off."

Meanwhile, Makarov looked like he'd had a few too many beers.

"Alright there, fellow Saint?" I asked faintly amused.

"Too much… so many shocks…" he mumbled half-heartedly.

I merely shrugged, turning to face the dragon-slayer's team.

"Ah yes, Team Natsu."

"What about us?" Titania asked.

"I came personally to see you lot, Titania. It seems that you have no regard for the places you visit," I replied thoughtfully.

She grimaced, "Please, don't call me that. My name is Erza."

Starting to get bored, I whistled thrice. Black fire burst above my head, revealing a magnificent being.

"Hello, Ryse. Glad to have you join us," I declared cheerily.

She perched on my shoulder, her striking black plumage fading into seven tails. Purple fire burned at the tip of each whilst a gold crest was mounted upon her head. Her black beak opened, a merry trill sounding as her amber eyes closed.

I hummed contently at the bird who acted like royalty. She flared her flaming wings out, posing for Fairy Tail.

"Show-off," I muttered.

With a toss of her head, she asked, 'Nyx, what did you need me for?"

"My dear, you may speak out loud," I smiled, "there's no need for mind-speak."

"Well," she sang, "It is a pleasure to meet you all."

The frozen members slowly shook off their surprise, raising their eyebrows at Ryse.

"Ya know what? I think we got them shocked good!" I whispered conspiratorially.

She twittered in delight before flying off to rest on a newly-restored bench.

"Ryse, this is Fairy Tail. We have some… business here."

Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry! I haven't posted in ages... my humblest apologies.

But at least I got another chapter up, right? Heh, eheh, heh...

Sorry... Well I hope you lot aren't too mad at me. Please review - I need to know if anyone actually reads this story. If not, then there's no real point in posting.

Goodbye my little smiley faces,

MG