Fairy Tail not belongs to me is owned by Hiro Mashima

The cover belongs to omake of Hiro Mashima 'Fairy Tail of the dead'

—PRIDE + PREJUDICE + ICHIYAS—

A Fairy Tail fanfic 100% ~meeeeeeeeen, inspired by the omake of Hiro Mashima, Fairy Tail of the dead and the novel by Seth Grahame-Smith, Pride, prejudice and zombies (Austen, J. 1813, Pride and Prejudice)

WARNING: Gruesome scenes of ichiyas who terrorize and sniff humans

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OPENING: Superchic[k] - Bowling Ball

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—ONE, TWO AND THREE—

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UNTIL ERZA ENTERED the great hall of Nappiefield with a face of wanting to murder all, and sought in vain for Miss Kagura among the numerous officers gathered there, and sought in vain for Miss Kagura among the numerous officers gathered there, Titania had not doubted that she would attend the party. Suddenly she was struck by the fleeting suspicion that Natsu and Mira had omitted to invite Kagura into consideration of Jellal, and although that was not the case, the reason for Kagura's absence was clarified by Milliana. The kitty girl explained that Kagura had been forced to leave Oshibana to assist in the assembly of the Palace of Thunder that marked the end of the quarantine in that city. Although Erza was sure that Jellal was not responsible for Kagura's absence, she wished with all her might not to meet him.

The first two dances brought Erza into desolation, for they were humiliating. Ichiya produced as much embarrassment and grief as an abominable couple can provide for a couple of dances. The moment she got rid of him produced an intense joy. She then had the satisfaction of sitting next to her green-haired friend to chat, and at the same time enjoy an exquisite lemon ice cream. But when Erza saw the little man coming up to smell her! She, taking three steps back, prepared to flee. Nothing would like more than to draw her sword and to strip that humabominable of his head, but by the nature of that meeting and since that act (although applauded by many) would not look cute, for the first time in her life the trembling Titania wanted to be rescued, that someone invited her to dance, at that point anyone could do it! All she needed was to hear, "May I have the honor of the next dance?"

To which she would respond with an energetic, "YES!"

The guest stopped the joyful chattering and silenced when heard Erza's powerful war cry. She felt that her back had hit a warm human wall, but when she realized what that was happening, the girl turned around fearing the worst.

"Well, well," Mira whispered, watching from the corner of the room the nice scene with a smile of malicious satisfaction.

"The third is the vanquished," Happy said, floated beside the devil girl and inevitably brought his legs to his mouth to suppress laughter, but not the following comment, "If the master had witnessed this slip."

"But I did!"

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The blue-haired boy was standing, watching closely the one in front of him, a very troubled girl with red hair. He could see her directly in the eyes, besides courage or confusion, something else was there! But he had no time to find out. He directed his steps toward the center of the room.

One hour ago…

When he began to believe that being there had been a bad idea, the fairies appeared! The blond fairy, Miss Heartfilia, had a smile as measured as always, as did the other fairies; with the exception of the woman of the rain, more sullen than usual.

Jellal let out a sigh at such a parade of oddities, and finally saw Titania scurrying around the room. The blue-haired boy looked at her longer than he had consciously proposed. She was furious, but… had she gotten better that night? It was the same girl I had met two weeks ago! He shook his head and looked away for a moment focused on something other than her. He looked for Natsu with his eyes, and saw him dancing with Lucy; he looked very happy but the blonde girl did not seem to respond to his attentions. Jellal sighed and as if he had nothing else to do, he turned his gaze back to Erza. He had wanted to invite her to dance, he wanted to do it since the Hanami festival, and he would have done it not because she was dancing with a small and elegant man…

"What the hell?"

At that moment a tenebrous chill ran through the column of the wizard saint.

"Get in, Jellal!"

The blue-haired boy heard the warning behind him as he started to leap over the little monster to tear out his head.

"Mr. Yajima!" Jellal exclaimed when he saw the mental projection of the respectable old man.

"The gentleman who dances with the lady," said the former Council member, "Is nothing more than an unfortunate man born with that face, a whim of fate."

"Is not it abominable?" Jellal asked, quite perplexed.

"Of course not!"

"But between that and a real abomination, our Erza inclines to the abominable," Happy said. He happened to pass flying. "Just watch it, at any moment take one of her swords and farewell."

Jellal unconsciously made what the blue exceed had recommended. In fact, Erza did not seem to enjoy that dance, on the contrary, she was suffering and in what form! Judging by how the girl frown creased, he realized that the girl was avoiding by all means possible not to spread the brains of the abominable human all over the room, and once the dance ended, he observed with alarm that the grotesque man, without any modesty, was approaching the redhead girl to… sniff her! What kind of a human being was that guy? Inevitably and moved by something stronger than his own will, the young man approached the poor and unfortunate Miss Scarlet, who struck him on his back.

"May I have the honor of the next dance?" He asked softly and gently.

"Yes!" Cried the girl in her desperation, as if she did not know what she was doing.

It hurt Jellal, and when she turned and looked at him, he could not see her for more than a few seconds; In addition to courage or confusion, something else was in him! But he had no time to find out what or why, and as fleeting as a star he took three steps and made his way toward the center of the room.

"This cannot be happening!" Erza whispered in bitter regret as she followed to Jellal.

"I used to dance with any guy, even if he had the face of an abominable."

That memory, sarcastically, assaulted her head as the first notes of that Tango of Gardel1 began to float in the air. Erza could not be more angry or grateful and grateful or ashamed? Confused definitely!

"I'm sure you'll find it a very interesting experience," Bisca commented with a smile.

Titania took the Jellal's hand had extended and before she knew it, she was already prisoner of a surprise and violent hug that ended up tightening both bodies. During a long time, neither Jellal nor Erza said a word, nor could they help themselves to be bothered by the glances that were given, Erza began to consider the pros and cons of dancing in silence.

"I like this theme!" She exclaimed.

"Very agree for the occasion," Jellal said, then fell silent.

"It's your turn," Erza suggested haughtily and indifferently. "Maybe you should start by saying something about the size of the room, or the number of couples."

"Yes, maybe I should start saying, what you want to hear."

"You picked your answer very well," Erza replied. "Maybe in a little while I will decide that our noisy meetings at Fairy Tail are infinitely more agreeable than a formal dance at Nappiefield."

"Believe me, she's not the only one who thinks like that," Jellal said, looking sideways at Natsu, who was fighting with his feet, hoping not to take a bad step and step on Lucy."

Erza also observed the scene, which associated with the previous comment of the mage was amusing, but was determined to avoid that her face revealed any emotion. Instead, she replied dryly, "For a while I have been observing a great similarity in our way of being. We both have an unsociable character, and we dare not speak, unless it is to lead a battle.

"I have no doubt about that." The warrior's side of Jellal made that mental remark. However, he had to put aside those bellicose thoughts and concentrate on the dance, "Erza, you're not like that," he murmured, and then turned his face away. He really felt uncomfortable talking about something other than advancing around the decapitating, abhorrent battlefield. "As for me, I do not think it's a good idea for you to try to portray me, at least for now."

The girl was shocked, though she knew how to hide it. Instead, she started to look at the boy so that at some point, it even bothered him. When it seemed that they would say no more to Jellal, it occurred to him to ask, "Tell me, do you find yourself abhorrent on the road?"

"Of course," Erza said as if it were not a big deal. It was also less burdensome for her to express herself on warlike matters, beheadings and mutilations, even if this were not the place or the occasion, and if grandmother could listen to her at that moment, she would surely scold her, "Fairyshire," Erza decided to continue, "Is so full of ichiyas that even though we have more than five battalions and thirteen camps, it is inevitable to meet them without a fierce confrontation. In fact, when we returned home the other day we had the misfortune to witness the massacre of the orphanage. I suppose you read the report of Commander Mikazuchi."

The effect was immediate. Jellal stopped the abrupt dance and an intense shadow, which Erza could not define from what, darkened the face of the boy, who said no word, and Erza, though angry with herself for her weakness, could not proceed.

The dance continued, elegant and silent, until after a while Jellal said, "Miss Kagura has great ability to misunderstand things, though I am now sure that such a quality is not unique to her."

"As I understand it, she had the misfortune to lose a loved one in front of her eyes," Erza replied very annoyingly. "I definitely do not think that's a misunderstanding."

Jellal did not answer. He hated himself for not being able to change the subject, and he did not want to talk, yes, for the first time he felt he could talk about it, but something was stopping it, moreover, that was not the place nor the moment.

"I just hope I can clarify things in the future." Jellal promised himself, as he shook his partner so that their faces were sultry and that tango came to an end.

At that moment appeared, the master of Fairy Tail, he was going to pass through the dance couples to go to the other side of the room. But when he saw Jellal, he stopped and saluted him with a wide smile.

"How good to see you dancing, Mr. Marvell. I have not had that pleasure since the day you arrived. It is clear why he refused to do so at first. In these subjects we are still new. However, let me add that your beautiful couple does not disgrace you, for it is as fierce as it is beautiful. I trust in having this pleasure again, especially when a happy event occurs, dear Erza," He added looking at Lucy and Natsu, "We will all celebrate! But do not keep them any longer. I do not wish to steal the company of this lovely girl." The drunken master sighed. "To think of how her many abilities could be employed in the play of love!"

"Master!" Erza reprimanded the old man of the mustache, but Jellal, with a very serious expression, directed the eyes to Natsu and Lucy who laughed and smiled. Apparently they were having a good time, but what did the Fairy Tail master know he did not?

The music started again, and the couples took their positions. Jellal, regaining his composure, turned to Erza to guide her into the new dance. After some time dancing to the beat of As the World Falls Down2 he ventured to say, "The interruption of the master has made me forget what we were talking about."

"I do not think we were talking," Erza protested immediately. "The master could not have interrupted two people in the whole room who had less to say. We have tackled a couple of issues without success, and I can not think of anything else we can talk about."

"What do you think of dragons?" Jellal asked suddenly.

"Dragons?" Erza threw that questioning; she did not understand how this had suddenly turned into a random conversation. "Well, I'm sure we do not have the same opinion about them."

"It's unfortunate to you think that way; otherwise we might compare our differences of opinion. I find them astonishing creatures, but since the information I have is only found in books and legends, I recognize that mine is limited. I would like you to tell me your opinion about it."

"I cannot talk about dragons in a ballroom," Erza complained. "My mind is full of other things."

"The present is always what occupies it in these cases, is not it?"

"In fact, always," Eza answered without realizing what she was saying, for her thoughts had moved away from the subject, and she thought of the delight of a strawberry cake just for herself, a day of beach games with her sisters and the honor of participating in the test of Etherion. After returning to the present, Erza suddenly exclaimed, "I remember hearing recently that it is very difficult for him to erase your feelings."

"I suppose there's nothing Mira is not willing to divulge." Jellal tried not to sound rude. "In any case, the correct thing would be to say that there are things that I cannot change."

"I do not think so, I bet he only says it to keep everyone away and so not feel pressured to show what you really are."

"Maybe, can I ask where you want to go?"

"Simple, I'm trying to decipher you," Erza said, trying not to be solemn.

"Any conclusion?" Jellal asked, uncomfortable.

"None, I've heard things so different, I've seen things so different," Erza whispering, "You're an enigma."

"I recognize," Jellal shook his head. "That the reports about me are very varied. And if you insist on deciphering my character you will only end up disappointed."

"But if I do not do it now, I may not have another chance," said the redhead girl.

"Then it's not worth it to try to stop it, is it?" Jellal said coldly.

Erza said nothing else, and when the ball was over they parted in silence. They were both dismayed, though not in equal measure, for in his heart Jellal harbored a powerful feeling for her, though he could not tell which.

—P+P+I—

Jellal Marvell did not dance any more that night. His full attention was centered on Erza Scarlet, who for an unfortunate perversity of the Mashiverse had once again been assaulted by that abominable human and his sequel. Since Erza had nothing to do but literally with all the sobriety and self-control that characterized her to send the Trimens flying with a kick, she focused almost exclusively on Lucy and Natsu. Inexplicably she observed in her sister all the happiness that a marriage based on sincere affection could provide.

"Is this what the grandmother is talking about?" She began to wonder, apart from the fact that Natsu was a noble-hearted, charismatic, rich, excellent fighter who lived only a couple of miles from Magnolia; exquisite additives that were more than enough to approve. Bisca listened with astonishment and amusement to the optimistic but modest hopes that Erza harbored with respect to Lucy and Natsu, and she said everything she could to encourage her, which in fact happened. But that interval of tranquility did not last long, for about midnight, when the party was more than lively, the service was visibly affected.

Natsu left his pleasant conversation with Lucy, Laki, Bisca and Erza, and then went out to find out what was happening. Erza saw that Natsu was not coming back, and with total dissimulation she excused with the girls and once in the corridor she began to walk at a rapid pace re-equipping her sword. The sudden departure of Titania in the hall was quickly noticed by the young Marvell. Jellal got up to follow Erza trying not to attract anyone's attention. An unusual state of anxiety took hold of Jellal, when to cross corridor after corridor, did not find any trace of the redhead girl, until descending by a staircase arrived until the arsenal of the house. As he entered the dark room, he witnessed a chilling scene. The knight woman and his friend were blocking the departure of a mob of more than twenty abhorrent, including the service personnel. It was totally unheard of for the three magicians to find such abominable numbers in the house after having been patrolling the area for weeks. The only explanation that could have occurred to them was that at least one abominable survivor of the Nappiefield massacre remained very well hidden in that place.

"Natsu," Erza pointed at the Dragon Slayer who had fired both fists with fire, "You cannot use your flames in such a small space. You'll end up burning the house." Jellal smiled as he heard aloud what he was thinking. "Leave this to me." Erza stepped forward to attack the monsters.

"If you'll excuse me," Jellal interrupted, approaching the magicians, "will you give me the honor to deal with this matter?" He asked gallantly. "I would hate it if you ended up scruffy because of this unpleasant activity."

"Go ahead," Erza agreed reluctantly, as she was invited could not attribute obligations of the owner of the house, but her fury came down when she thought she detected a fleeting and sweet smile on Jellal's face. "Make him smile?"

Erza looked at Jellal, how calm and overconfident he walked to a wall and taking a spear he shot down two sniffed ones he had nearby with fierce yet elegant movements. Somehow, she reminded the dance. Then the ichiyas turned their attention to the young magician, who wrapped in golden light began to move throughout the room decapitating the monsters with his sword. Erza was astonished, the first time she saw that golden glow, the day she left Nappiefield, she thought it was all her imagination, but now she could see it clearly.

"Forbidden magic." She murmured.

"Trying not to use it unless it's entirely necessary," Natsu confirmed, with his arms folded over his head. "Okay, these ichiyas will not rise."

"Ichiyas?" Jellal asked stranger. It was the second time in the night that he heard that denomination.

"For the Blue Pegasus man who almost killed, the dance did not begin," Natsu explained with a smile. "Erza, do you know him?"

"Unfortunately!" Erza folded her arms in an effort to hide her undisguised disgust. "It's a long story, it's not worth talking about," She said, and looking at the decapitated bodies, added, "Later I'll ask Nab or Macao to incinerate them. In the meantime we must go back and look, lest we should panic if anyone were to notice the absence of these unfortunates," She suggested.

"I'll go and look at the rooms in this part of the house," Jellal said, rather serious and worried, "lest some abominable…"

"Ichiya!" Natsu interrupted.

"Ichiya," Jellal corrected, "It has been loose and we have another surprise."

Titania and the Dragon Slayer nodded, and headed back to the living room. When they joined the party, they found everyone utterly upset. Captain Redfox tried to distract them by touching the Shooby Boo Dop, but his shrill voice only irritated them. Juvia remained alone and depressed in a corner. Cana was sitting on one of the tables drinking a barrel of alcohol, casually the same table on which the master played a cheerful dance, Max hovered around the room letting himself be guided by his broom, the Shadow Gear, as always, made a dispute about who was worthy of the attention of a very overwhelmed Levy, and beyond, a similar scene happened with Mermaid Heel's magicians and the Trimens. Erza watched all this with a tick in the eye. It was as if everyone had agreed, who was capable of making the worst of the ridiculous, and although she was used to this kind of thing in the guild, Titania had to admit that this behavior would be worth to the members of Fairy Tail the beating of their lives.

The rest of the evening it no offered relief her. Ichiya did not leave her alone all night; he was annoying her every time approached. But on the other hand, his presence drove everyone away; at least Erza would no longer have to endure the humiliation of being watched by Jellal, who was often very close to her, though not enough to start a conversation. Erza supposed that the cause was because he was not willing to raise the subject of Kagura Mikazuchi.

After midnight, the wizard saint silently retreated to one of the terraces, a small escape from the bustle, disappointments and censorship. Jellal was very impressed by how much his perception of life had changed. Life, simple for all those magicians of Fairy Tail, who needed no reason to demonstrate to the maximum how much they enjoyed living, who loved to live! Although many times that it took to them to act like ridiculous clowns. His life was only burden and guilt, a heavy mud trail with a distant promise of redemption, but only that, a promise, and a race for survival. He had no space in it to rest or to think about the future or love. Love, not something that had ever crossed his mind, thanks to Richard, but after seeing Natsu, who was sincerely the most clueless guy on the face of Earth Land and whose only interest in life was to toast abominable, to fall gradually into the most foolish, the in love, how to know if he wanted to wait?

Would Natsu marry? That was still to be seen, Miss Heartfilia seemed to have serious doubts about it, had noticed in his way to act with the hairy, is not supposed to be a little more expressive?

"You're not serious about, Natsu."

Whether he wanted to or not, Jellal ended up listening to that interrogation coming from the adjoining terrace. Jellal refused to turn his face to the place where surely the Strauss sisters had cornered Natsu, did not want to be taken as an impertinent. After a while, he heard a slight affirmative whisper from Natsu and finally, a cry of victory from Mira, so powerful that it almost made him deaf.

"Sister!" Lissana rebuked her sister.

"How do you plan to commit Natsu? Will you talk to the master? When is the wedding? Have you ever thought of coming to live in Fairyshire?" The demon girl asked the Dragon Slayer, unable to control her happiness.

"Do not rush, Mira. I just realize how special and important Luce is to me, I think if I tell you, I'll probably end up confusing her or letting her go."

"Okay, but you should not wait too long, lest somebody get ahead of you."

Inevitably, Miss Strauss began to relate the plans for the most fabulous wedding that Nappiefield Park had seen, and which she had predicted for two months thereafter. As the voices subsided, Jellal assumed that the trio had withdrawn into the house.

"Compromise?" Jellal smiled and looked up at the sky, "Special and important to me?"

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ENDING: Hawk Nelson - Somebody Else

NOTES OF THE AUTHOR

1. …tango of Gardel. Por una cabeza (1935) is a classic tango composed by Carlos Gardel; and words are Alfredo Le Pera.

2. As the World Falls Down is a song written by David Bowie for the soundtrack of the film Labyrinth (1986)

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***Romance is possible even in a world dominated by ichiyas***

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