Already at the next Chapter, huh? Well, we're glad to meet you here again!

'G': *Sips from his scotch* "Well, considering that you haven't run over all 7 hills I can figure that you ladies and gentlemen aren't bored yet. At least there's that…"

True words, 'G'. By the way…*Looks around him*…why are we in the 'Heaven Bar' today? Had a rough time, maybe?

'G': "Be lucky that you don't have to seriously work yet. It's not pleasant to work multiple, additional shifts because you can't keep a few certain individuals-

*Deadpans* Hana.

'G': *Sigh* "Yeah, because of her weird shtick that she pulled, I had to explain a new recruit why she counts as a 'special' case. She's not bad in general, but she's…more mischievous."

Dre: "Don't forget that she's a vicious animal when betting against you." *Walks up behind the two*

Marsh: *Follows behind Dre* "She isn't the smartest, but she never lost a challenge before…trust me, we tried." *Shudders*

Are you serious!? *Looks at everyone else in the bar* Really…did NONE of you ever win even a single bet against her!? Not even ONCE!?

Everyone: "No." / "Sadly not…" / "I still have the scar as proof." / "I'll never get rid of the hangover caused from that…" / "I had to go to work NAKED because of that!" / "Even I had to give her a day free…my hand had cramped after that."

*SLAM*

Hana: *Walks inside* "Counting every bet made within this place, I'd say…the score's currently at 22-0 for moi~! If you want to bet against me, you'll have to put in a wager big enough to count, alright?"

*Smirks* Name it.

Hana: *Grins evilly* "Your favorite drink against mine. We'll drink cup after cup against each other and whoever passes out or gets full loses! You win, you get a favor from me!"

Where is the catch?

Hana: *Grins brighter* "If I win, then you can probably guess what I want. No cola for a month for you, candy and replacement-drinks included."

*Pales* T-THAT IS NUTS!

Marsh: "Ow, that one's a low blow for him…"

Hana: *Leans in closer* "Aww, are you getting scared by a girl? What happened to your pride a second ago, did it disappear like the chicken you are? Ba-Bawk!"

*Fumes from rage* YOU'RE ON!

Everyone else: "EEEEHHHH!?"

'G': *Facepalms* "Great, now you've done it." *Turns to Dre* "Could you turn around and read out the following? I think we'll stay here for a while if this goes on…" *Hands him the note*

Dre: "Uh…sure, Boss?" *Turns around and reads* "T-this 'fanfiction' is owned by MrFiretank and the same goes to his OCs…like that 'G'?"

'G': "Like that, thank you. And with that-"

Marsh: "LET THE DRINIKNG BEGIN!"

'G': "Let's just begin and forget that this ever happened." *Drinks a sip of scotch*

...

CHAPTER 15 – BEHIND HIS CURTAIN

Duvac wasn't sure if he should have expected this morning's sight. He got informed of Loeyur getting tense in this situation and he even received information about a convoy traveling up to their own hideout within 'Colossus Mountain'. As the advisor and tactician of this questionable bunch he directed every attack, defense and other actions that required his attention. Thus, he was supposed to know about everything that was happening in here. But he certainly never expected the scene before his very eyes.

The full entirety of 'Full Blood' actually decided to not go on each other's throats for a change. Usually there were only half of their numbers present, but today was different. Instead they sharpened their own swords, daggers, spears and any other weapon at their disposal. In a corner at the end of the base was a table surrounded by a few dozen thugs that planned their own little surprise. Upon closer inspection he could make out some bottles of liquor from the make-shift bar, a small batch of cloth and lamp oil. It was painfully obvious what they were preparing.

'But the actual question is why I didn't receive any notification of this.' Pushing up his glasses with his forefinger he releases a soundless breath as he stoically walks towards the members who were talking excitedly about their ideas.

"…And when those guys are trying to escape, then we'll use those little things here…" A random member with a weird pair of sun-glasses was holding up the single Molotov cocktail in his hand while gripping a small torch in the other one. He mimicked a noise that sounded similar to an explosion going off before laughing while explaining his plan further. "And then BANG! These idiots will be turned into ash when we're done with them! Ha Ha-"

"May I ask why you are planning out an attack without my consent?" Every person at the table turned when the voice of their superior spoke up. He could see some of them freezing while others gave him a hateful glare. It was nothing that he didn't experienced every day here. The only other person who didn't react the way Duvac expected was the man wearing those sun-glasses. This guy had the nerves to actually smirk at his arrival which increased his inner frustration slightly, yet he kept his own expression perfectly controlled in a neutral façade.

"Oh! If it isn't the little runt! Have you lost your owner or what?" 'A new member. Probably joined us after the raid in the village before Loeyur.' Duvac took a closer look at the man and immediately confirmed his guess. His clothes seemed mostly clean, the shown skin was undamaged and he was surely lacking the usual physical strength that was shown around here. He stays silent the whole time, but the other man seemed to be on a short fuse…

"Ey! Speak up already! Cat got your tongue or what?" Most of the other members felt a slight shift in the air, and the long-term members of 'Full Blood' had enough intellect to smartly move away from the two. 'Glasses' however didn't take the hint as he walked up to him and attempted to grab the tactician by his cape's clasp. Before any other member could stop him though, Duvac showed to him exactly why he was so high up in the Dark Guild's food ladder.

(For more Intensity, play from 'Peter B. Helland – Ominous Wind')

'Requip: Quickdraw.' Nobody expected the lone advisor to actually present his magic before them, but they knew that once he used it he'd be dead serious about the moment…and judging from the gun barrel between the dude's eyes he wasn't joking either. Duvac's weapon was similar to an old sniper rifle, with a wooden frame and stock. The iron sights of his weapon had been completely removed and there was no built-in ammunition clip hold. Instead there was a rusty silver chain attached to both the slot's position for the gun ammo and his own wrist, while being long enough to not actually hinder its wielder's movement.

The poor soul in front of him paled as he realized the position he was in and looked right into Duvac's face. The light reflecting from his glasses covered his eyes for him, but if someone would look close enough, they'd notice the slight vein on his forehead showing up. Well, some of the guys here shared the same rule between each other: Should the lone advisor ever show even a single trace of negative emotions, then you're basically screwed ten times over. With a small click he pulled the rifle's trigger as he heard a loud scream emit from his target. He didn't let him have that moment, and otherwise kept his face emotionless.

"Guns Magic: Impulsium." With those words a sudden green shockwave fired from the nozzle of his rifle, causing 'Glasses' to get blasted away from the advisor's position as his target was flung into the nearby rock wall. His impact created a wave of dust that lingered in the air for a moment before it dissolved, only to reveal the now heavily injured form of the cocky man that underestimated him inside a small crater. His clothes had been now torn beyond repair, his face sported a few cuts from the collision's shrapnel and that precious pair of sun-glasses had been broken into two. Satisfied, he put his gun back with a wordless command while he looked around to see different reactions all over the members' faces. Nobodies gaped at his use of magic in shock. The veterans gave small grins of their own while a single person even clapped at his performance.

(For more Intensity, switch to 'Peter B. Helland – Silent Shadows')

"I knew you had it in you, Duvac! Finally you're showing us that violent side!" It was no other than Dao Zagers, his boss and 'Full Blood's' leader who gave a sinister, yet gleeful cackle at his actions. Duvac actually paled slightly as the realization hit his face. Fortunately he quickly regained his posture as he shifted to his neutral voice once more.

"Why haven't I been informed of this turn of events?" He stoically moved to his leader, who was currently rested on top of the twins' favorite couch at the bar. His legs laid rudely on a cushion that was probably clean before he made himself comfortable. Dao also had a mug of reeking ale in his left hand. At the sudden question Dao gained a slight scowl on that uneasy grin as Duvac walked to his personal master.

"You know, you brat…for each day you've been here you became more and more of a nuisance. You were still soft on the inside, you could never kill anyone and tried to avoid me every single day. That's why I made you my advisor in the first place…but now?" The suddenly empty mug clacked onto the surface of the stone as he stood up and leaned in so close that he was face to face with Duvac. "After you sent your little shitheads onto their mission, what did you think I was feeling when a little birdie told me that you're lying to me?"

"I don't know of what lies you're talking-GAH!" Before his advisor could even retort there was a hand painfully gripping his windpipe with the monstrous strength that Dao possessed. Even though his body hadn't transformed yet, his power was formidable even in this state. The grip got slightly tighter before his master spoke in a low voice into his ear:

"You know, it'd be so easy to just rip your throat out, right here on the spot for all the lies that you fed me…" Fear started to settle in Duvac's stomach. To his dismay, the accusation wasn't wrong. When people in the villages or towns from the past had caused trouble and the tactician got ordered to get rid of them, then he'd always sent the 'Kirin' duo out to deal with them peacefully. His lies allowed dozens of people to live on (even when they were forced to move to another village in secret afterwards) and saved many targets from their death. Even when witnessing the violent behavior of his boss, he'd use the anger caused by his actions to fuel his ambitions even more. But it seemed like that he wasn't discreet enough…so this could very well be his end right here.

The chokehold of Dao's hand tightened by the second as Duvac saw his arm's veins popping up. He could already feel the killing intent radiating from the white-haired monster before him, and as if it couldn't get any worse he felt a shift of magic in the air between them. 'H-His magic, h-he's seriously not going to…' The calm expression of his face shifted slowly into one of fright.

Everyone's gaze around the two shifted fearful as the hairs on Dao's forearm and hand grew quickly as white hair covered his skin that also appeared with long, razor-sharp nails. While they grew, the advisor felt more and more scared when he registered pain erupting from his neck as the copper-like smell of blood barely filled the air. 'Take Over: Werewolf Soul!'

Duval didn't fail to notice that his master's irises had shifted from their regular brown into a bloodshot-kind of red that made his appearance with the white hair and wolf-like gaze look even more terrifying. The combined force of killing intent added with his lack of oxygen caused his legs to give up their support as black spots filled his vision more and more by the second. Just when he was about to pass out though there was a rough shove aimed at his neck.

The force from the push resulted in Duvac landing harshly on the ground as he coughed from the pain and gasped for air at the same time. He seemed too pitiful, so weak at the moment that he couldn't help himself as the anger rose again. Yet he quickly pushed it inside to not cause more trouble. The other members still shuddered from the actions before them, and they knew that Duvac got extremely lucky for not getting slaughtered on the spot. He pulled his right hand up to his own throat and his suspicion confirmed itself as a small pulse of pain shot up.

Duvac quickly retracted his hand to see tiny specks of blood adorning the previously clean hand. His gaze wandered to the still pissed off master who had his eyes shadowed over, but fortunately his arm reverted back to normal. The killing intent was lingering there, even though it was suppressed to a small extend signalizing Dao's control over his usually unstable sanity.

"If I get to hear one more time that you're scheming anything behind my back, then there'll be no tomorrow to witness for you! And for everyone else, we're going to charge soon so gear up already!" With a clear message spoken and the presence of his boss leaving, Duvac finally got up and ignored the stares he received from the others which ranged from sympathy for the lone advisor, to glee at the display of their master's magic, to even hate from his sheer presence alone. One such hateful individual stood out…

"That's what you deserve, bastard!" 'Didn't he suffer from enough shame and injuries already?' The same 'Glasses' from before limped to the advisor who now stood once more. Unsurprisingly, he tried to punch him for pretty much deconstructing his face and shattering his sun-glasses by the usage of the small amount of magic he fired. The guy's visible ember eyes now shone with rage as he aimed for the advisor's own pair of doctor-glasses. Due to the pretty much obvious foreshadowing he gracefully sidestepped the man's lunge before clocking him over the head with a swift swipe of his flat palm, knocking that weakling out in the process.

Duvac dusts his clothes off before turning towards the closest random members whilst covering half of the small cuts on his neck with his dominant hand. They stiffed as his regular stare bore through them when he spoke.

"Bring me the med-kit from our infirmary, and carry that man with you while you're at it." They did something that could have resembled a poor salute before running off, one injured newcomer in tow. Meanwhile, Duvac's thoughts were racing inside of his mind. Someone had blatantly sold him out when he was executing his plans. Whoever it was must have known him, Fujimaru and Matsuri on a closer basis than he wanted to admit. The advisor already has a few people in mind, and he'd defiantly find out who had the nerve to backstab him.

'But for now, I'll need to get these wounds treated…'

(Stop playing 'Peter B. Helland – Silent Shadows' if you've played it)

The mayor is looking at the stack of letters beside him as he read each one of them individually. Most of them consisted of the village's population requesting either his own presence or asking for funds to repair / maintain certain buildings. When their funds started to drop drastically from 'Full Blood's' attacks he decided to distribute the available resources only when they became heavily required. There were also a few letters asking for information about their current hope Jessica, the mage that willingly agreed to help them free their village when they didn't have anyone else to turn to.

Right now he was looking at a letter from a small premise located in the trading area that asked for the current status of their plan. In all honesty, he wasn't even aware of their position at this point. It has been 5 days since the convoy traveled through the wooden gates of Loeyur and while they certainly had their most competent people involved with it, there was no guarantee for their plan's success…

"Mayor! Mayor! I need to speak with you!" Outside of his office he could hear somebody heavily banging on the door. Lindheim stood up from his chair as he calmly walked to his door before unlocking his room's entrance. When it was opened his own secretary stumbled through the door and almost fell down if it wasn't for his help.

"Take a breather, miss. What has gotten you this riled up?" She was clutching her knees as she is breathing heavily. She even had trouble to stand upright at the moment, but that didn't seem to stop her in the slightest. Instead the secretary looks up from the ground towards him and speaks up.

"There has been…a message written…for you personally…from outside of Loeyur!" That gets his attention. If his memory didn't fail him there were usually members of the Dark Guild roaming the outskirts between the next villages and towns. To hear that a letter actually arrived raises even more questions in him. But for now he ignored this thought for later when his secretary wordlessly pushed a rather official looking letter into his hand.

He pulls a chair from the side of his room for the newly arrived woman to rest on before eyeing the piece of paper closer. There was no address or sender written on the front, but instead there was a seal on the backside. Looking closer he could see what was on the seal itself: The insignia of a fairy with a tail. The symbol of 'Fairy Tail'. Lindheim couldn't believe his own eyes, so to truly confirm the sight before him he glanced at the woman sitting before his desk. Her breathing has calmed down by now but she seemed still tense and confused about this situation. It was true, this letter has been sent by the infamous guild.

Opening it, Lindheim first spots the neatly written lines of the message itself when reading from the start. As if his eyes couldn't have grown bigger, their size increased with every word from the letter. After he was done his hands unconsciously started to tremble as his breathing hitched. His secretary (who witnessed his reaction) stood already at the mayor's side and was looking at the letter herself:

Mayor Lindheim,

Over the course of time we heard of multiple complains from other towns. There hasn't been any information concerning your situation itself, so I decided to investigate about this dilemma a while ago. Whilst I was gathering intelligence from current trading partners and associates of Loeyur there had also been rumors of a Dark Guild showing their presence within your village's area.

If my worst guess is right then everybody is currently held hostage by their mages and members alike. Seeing as they must have a big number of members in their ranks I decided to task a S-Class mage from 'Fairy Tail' that was available at the time to travel to Loeyur and make sure that this town gets liberated, should the scenario have happened. Otherwise, they'll investigate further about this Dark Guild (and hopefully track them down in the process).

Should you have received this message, then I'd like to inform you that even if suffering and pain cannot be reverted back, our family heard your call for help and we responded. Soon this problem will be solved, so don't fear anymore.

Sincerely,

Makarov Dreyar (6th Master of 'Fairy Tail')

Both of them stayed silent for minutes, maybe even an hour or so until Lindheim was snapped out of his shock by the only woman in this room. "Uhm, Mayor Lindheim? W-What should w-we do now…?" His gazed shifted and now big irises rested on his uneasy secretary. There was a small frown on her face but it was mostly originating from her confusion. Lindheim closes his eyes in thought as he sits down again, his face staying neutral. He didn't reopen them as he spoke.

"We'll make preparations for their arrival until further notice. Inform the local inn owner of the situation and tell her that the mage should visit my office a day after arriving. Anything else will be taken care off by myself. Are the instructions clear?" He is not sure how to tackle the new revelation. Even if the concept of magic was mostly foreign to him, he still knew how powerful an S-Class mage was considered. If 'Fairy Tail' truly sent one of them to his village, then he'll need to give them any information possible after they rested.

"Y-Yes, Mayor! I'll take care of it now!" The woman grabbed the letter once more and probably started running to the inn close to the town hall itself. During her rush, Lindheim grabbed a bottle of personal brewed liquor from a drawer inside of his desk. It had been a gift from Trecht after his 55th birthday when the old man himself celebrated with most of the villagers. After carefully unscrewing the bottle, he poured himself a small glass full of the expensive alcohol before sighing.

"I'm starting to get too old for this…maybe somebody else would be competent enough."

(To be continued…)

(Fire Me): Well, this has been more of a background Chapter to get the sidelines rolling as well, but don't worry! The actual confrontation with 'Full Blood' will be in the next one, so keep your eyes peeled out for that. Also, if any of you haven't guessed it already (what am I saying, of course you got the hint!) the main cast will also FINALLY be SOMEWHAT existent in this story. I may have written this fanfiction mostly OC-centered by now, but note that this is still playing within the main 'Fairy Tail'-universe, so it was only a matter of time till somebody would have showed up.

Once the guild itself comes into play, I'll add the character-tags accordingly. For now… *Turns to Hana* Sorry, was busy doing the outro! *Glug* *Glug* *Slam* Guuhhh…14 cups…of cola...

Hana: "What!? Uh…" *Stares at her cup of lemonade*

Marsh: "I can't believe that they're STILL GOING!"

'G': *Deadpans* "I can't believe that her favorite drink is non-alcoholic."

Hana: "WHAT IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN!?"

Everyone else (in unison): "We can't believe that they're actually doing this…" *Facepalms and heads slamming into desks*

Oh, are you too afraid to continue? Well, guess that means that I-

Hana: "Fat chance, Fire!" *Glug* *Glug* *Glug* *Slam* "I followed up! So, guess what? Another round!"

Arrrggghh…well, I guess that this will take a while. So, we'll see each other in the next Chapter where I drink this wannabe guardian angel into the ground!

Hana: "Not in your lifetime! Or the next one!"

Wait…does this mean that I get reincarnated?

'G': *Groans loudly*

Hana: "I…uh…uhm…SHUT IT AND DRINK ALREADY!" *Flails with her arms*

Sheesh, calm down you crazy girl! Since we'll stay occupied for now,

The Sir's out!