The Seven Swords of Lucy
Chapter 6: Unexplainable
AN: well, here goes another one. A long one. Sorry, late again. I hope it doesn't get confusing as I go on with the story. I know this fic is going to be longer than expected, so please have patience with me, 'kay? And please review. I really need it. I don't know what you're thinking if you don't review!
Flames and icy-cold comments are not totally accepted. Just don't burn (or freeze) your computer just because you're totally infuriated with me… Constructive criticism is accepted though...
To Emil C, chloeandderek, heyitsmebianca, DaZe Linker, asdfghjkl anime, Himawari n.n, the nameless 300+ viewers (last time I checked),and the ones who added my story to their favorites and alerts list, thank you still. Even though I can't read your reactions while reading my fic, I'm still astonished that people are reading it, even though it's just a precious few.
But you know what, it's more than enough.
-arcturus_lein67
P.S. One more thing. This fic is going to be a multi-crossover, as everyone has expected. I had originally planned to build a just a simple Fairy Tail fic, but when Syaoran-kun came along… oh well, the rest is history. Another thing, don't expect that only anime characters will just appear here. Many more characters will come, and they are not from any anime series. (NOT OC) :-)
(Death Weapon-Meister Academy: Death's Room…)
Death just stood inside his room, seemingly troubled. His features looked even weirder as he paced his room, his three-eyed skull face was creased with worry, and his all black garment/body seemed even darker. He never knew that a simple request could give his son and students much harm.
It all started with a mirror. His mirror, in fact.
FLASHBACK
Black Star just received another helping of Death's Noggin' Shinigami Chomp. It's his fault for being entirely stupid.
Death gathered them all: Maka Albarn and her partner Soul Eater, Black Star and his partner Tsubaki Nakatsukasa, and Death's son Death the Kid (a.k.a. Kid) with his partners Elizabeth and Patricia Thompson, to his room. Death believes that they were one of his best students, one of the most remarkable products of DWMA ever since he established it a few years back. The institution was built in order to train kids to become fighters of evil. It was composed of 2 main classes of students: the Meisters, wielders of the weapons, and the Demon Weapons, humans who could turn themselves into weapons. But they were treated equally like students, except that they were trained in order to kill evil humans and witches. One being gives one soul, and when a Meister and a Demon Weapon accomplish to collect 99 evil human souls and one witch soul, the Weapon will go to its ultimate form, the Death Scythe.
Death discovered something very interesting lately.
That's why he wanted them to complete the task at hand. He was having big problems. Right now, his big problem was his mirror.
Well, almost everyone knows that Death's mirror is one of his communication devices, as well as his tracking apparatus if he can get the hang of it. Using it like a telephone, just write on the surface of any mirror Death's number (33284)* and kaboom, you have just communicated with Death.
That was his problem. His mirror wasn't really working well. As in, creatures-going-out-from-the-mirror kind of not working well, which was really bad.
The mirror became a portal, he was sure of it.
And viola, one day a man came out of it, much to Death's surprise and amusement.
The guy said he was a bearer of something he called Code Geass, and he tried to use it against Death. But Death just laughed and gave him a Shinigami Chomp and was gobbled up greedily by the mirror.
Since then, many other beings had come through the mirror. Almost every day he had visitors to entertain, and some others to fight off. More often than not, he would just shove them back to the mirror forcefully.
And when a dragon came through, he had enough. He had to close the portal once and for all.
But he found out something interesting from the dragon.
Apparently, the dragon's name was Igneel. He was the typical dragon, with red scales, breathing fire, has wings, and too big to fit in the Death's Room.
But even though he is a dragon, he was quite the stoic one, ignoring Death's questions and even Death himself sometimes, much to the latter's chagrin and confusion.
Even so, Death sensed that he had a very powerful soul, something which could even surpass the witches'. He theorizes that one soul of this dragon could make ten powerful Death Scythe weapons instantly, without consuming 99 evil human souls and 1 witch soul. The sad thing is, it could turn them to Kishin*.
Maka and Kid sensed this too.
Death tried to hide the fact that he was keeping a dragon inside his room, but it was proven to be difficult. With all of the dragon's huge stomach capacity and big mouth, Death's Room was almost to be called Igneel's room. Added to the fact that the dragon's voice was too loud, Death felt a little blessed that Igneel was much quieter.
He had done everything in order to hide the dragon, to the point that no one was allowed to enter the Death's Room, much to Spirit's, Maka's father and Death's partner, utter sadness and confusion why would his master try to abandon him.
The main dilemma is Death cannot bring the dragon back to its own world. No matter how hard he pushed the dragon to the mirror, it won't budge. As a matter of fact, it just annoyed the dragon and hit Death playfully with its tail.
And all hell broke loose.
Everybody in the DWMA was already wondering why Death would not allow the students and the faculty to enter his room, since it was normal for them to enter there. Everyone was already pestering the Founder of DWMA. And it drove Death to Insaneville.
Finally he gave up. He wanted to divulge his BIG secret to the teachers first, but knowing their reactions (Dr. Frankenstein will try to dissect Igneel and look at his intestines, Mifune might-oh, scratch that-will turn him to chopped dragon soup, and Spirit will freak out in hysterics) he might just as well break it to his most trusted students.
Namely those students are his son and his friends...
Who might just as well do similar things.
"What the hell is that thing?" Soul gasped when he saw the enormous being. Then he transformed into his scythe form, ultimately panicking. Who knows what this thing could do?
"It's a dragon, duh," Maka muttered bitingly at him, but she still stared with awe. Lately she had been noticing a very powerful soul inside the campus. But she never has thought that it could be inside the Death's Room. And a dragon for that matter.
Soul was still embedded to the ground. "So now why don't you pick me up and let's kill this thing?"
"Try and I'll turn you to crisp bacon," the dragon bellowed", with extra cheese topping."
"IT CAN SPEAK?" all of them chorused, except Death and the dragon.
"Well duh I have a mouth," the dragon murmured, or for human-speak: spoke with the megaphone.
"Um…well…ummm," Death mumbled, not knowing what to say. He doesn't know how to explain this clearly to his son and his friends.
Kid's (that is, Death's kid) face was filled with curiosity, scrutinizing everything on the dragon's body. He was already making a perfect circle around the dragon, then he wailed…
"HE'S NOT SYMMETRICAL!"
"THAT'S NOT THE PROBLEM HERE!" all of the girls screeched. But Kid just kept crying, which looks weird for Death's son. This is the odd part of Kid: he's OCD for everything in symmetry. Even though he's one of the strongest Meisters in town, he could still act very bizarre.
Black Star, who just recovered from Death's blow, suddenly spoke up, "We've never encountered anything like it before. But it doesn't matter, big guy. You'll die any minute. TSUBAKI!"
But the poor girl was still dazed. Never would she have thought that she would meet a dragon in person. Japan was rich with mythological beings, but who would have thought she would meet one of them?
The dragon breathed fire at him. It charred half of the floor. Black Star dodged, but another set of fireballs were launched. Maka, seeing that the dragon is a threat now to the school, picked up Soul and charged to the dragon.
Everything was happening so fast, Death didn't have the time to react.
Igneel hit Maka with his tail, sending her to the wall. Kid was still crying about equality. Patti and Lizzie were already shifting forms and shooting the dragon. Black Star tried to hit the dragon with Soul Menace, but it didn't work.
Death was screaming words synonymous with stop, but they never listened. Maybe because of the too much noise, or just concentrating on the fight, he doesn't know. Black Star was already working with Tsubaki in her Chain Scythe form, helping Maka tag-team the Dragon. Lizzie was still using Patti to shoot the dragon while they wait for Kid to recover.
The commotion was creating a lot of noise, making the faculty and other students alarmed. Their speculations made sense when a huge pillar of fire tore up the ceiling of what is supposedly called Death's Room.
Meanwhile, Maka and Co. was still beat up by the dragon.
"We can't defeat him this way," Maka screamed as she dodged a fireball. It was proven to be difficult to fight in a room where you're enemy is half as big as the room itself. Another pillar of fire was released, barely missing Maka.
"We've been fighting evil humans, demons and witches for a long time now," Soul screeched. "But we never got ready for this thing. Black Star, could you trap him with Tsubaki?"
"We'll try," he just panted as he tried to get Tsubaki to the star formation of the chains. She was just about to complete the star when Igneel roared and spread out its wings.
"NO!," Death just screamed. He doesn't understand what's happening. Igneel is a good dragon, but his students are attacking him. What would he do?
Kid wailed again. "It's the first time I've seen a dragon, and this is what I get? His wings aren't equal in length by a few millimeters; his teeth aren't proportional and his-"
"Oh, please shut up, Kid," Black Star howled. "Maka, we have to do the Soul Resonance Chain!"
"Okay!" She agreed. "But Kid-"
Black Star cursed inwardly. Why would Kid be OCDified at a time like this?
Soul transformed into a glowing crescent moon-headed scythe. Maka rushed again to the direction of the dragon, carrying Soul with all of her might. Igneel was just going to roar another fireball to them. Maka jumped and screamed "WITCH HUNTING!"
The most insane thing happened. The mirror glowed with light. It blinded all of them, even the ones outside.
After the illumination, Death just saw the remnants of the room. The dragon and the 7 students are nowhere to be found.
END OF FLASHBACK
Death just sighed. He can't leave the DWMA campus, and all that he could do is watch on his mirror what is happening with his students on the other world.
Black Star was already taunting one angry redhead, and one half-naked guy on a pier. It seems that a fight is going to start soon enough.
*.*.*
(Fairy Tail Headquarters)
Fairy Tail was burning to the ground. Its once Gothic splendor was lost in a field of fire.
One by one, Fairy Tail members started getting killed. Cana got a spear through her head. Mirajane was dotted with bullets. Elfman didn't even have a trace he existed, since he exploded. Gajeel was engulfed by the fire trying to save Levy, but she was already burning as well. Even poor little Wendy was lying on the ground, her head nowhere to be found…
The list was endless. And this all happened before Makarov's eyes. All he could do was sob, trying hard not to believe that it is already happening. Just then a mortar appeared right in front of him, intended to ram him flat.
"Just one minute," someone announced, the scene breaking before their very eyes.
Everyone gasped as the reality sunk in. They weren't dying one by one. Almost everyone was just tied up in very strange threads, interconnecting with each other. It was so durable, even Gajeel had a hard time cutting through one.
Makarov tried to use his Giant magic, but he can't. Somehow, those strange threads were nullifying magic.
Everyone was struggling to break free, but to no avail.
"That's no use," said the girl from the group who had attacked them. She had long hair, and a part of it was tied up to frame her face by a white cloth. But it was weird for Fairy Tail that she was wearing men's clothes: an oversized T-shirt, black slacks and she wasn't wearing anything for her feet. She was holding something golden between her fingers.
They heard a tingling bell-like sound, and the threads started to become tighter. Fairy Tail gritted their teeth. Some wailed in pain. Clearly this one's powerful. They wished Erza and the rest were here. Surely, they would've made a difference.
"Kazu-chan," the blond said, his tone reprimanding, clearly not liking what she was doing. He was wearing a flak jacket with white T-shirt underneath, cargo shorts and green sneakers. "They have done nothing wrong."
"Nothing wrong?" she scoffed, gritting her teeth. "They've kidnapped a defenseless girl!"
The same thing was running through every Fairy Tail member who was still conscious. WHAT?
"What are you talking about?," Levy screeched.
"We're here to bring back Lucy Heartfilia," the feline-looking guy just said impassively. He looked wild with his unruly black hair, and his body was not overly muscular, but the right build that just exuded the right amount of power, like the other two guys. He was wearing a tattered black shirt, faded denims and combat boots. "You kidnapped her right?"
Fairy Tail just stared back in confusion. After a few seconds, it turned to anger.
"What the hell!" Makarov snarled. "How would we kidnap someone who came to us willingly!"
This fed the four attackers with uncertainty and doubt. Surely they were lying. Jude Heartfilia said to them that Lucy was mistreated inside an institution called Fairy Tail Guild and abused her. Why would her captors say otherwise?
"Now is the time for explanations," the blonde said thoughtfully. "Where is Heartfilia-san anyway?"
"How would we know?" Mirajane moaned. "She just ran away a few days ago."
Now the four attackers were aghast. Surely they were missing some important detail here.
*.*.*
"Lucy-san, what's wrong," Syaoran just said coolly as he strode to the still verbally fighting couple. Their shouts reverberated throughout the deck, sending the spectators away.
"Li-san," Lucy gasped, surprised that her cold companion came back. At least, even though he acted rudely to her, he was still considered to be an ally.
"Mind your own business kid," Laxus growled as he glared at the newcomer than back at Lucy. The girl just kicked him on his face for goodness' sake!
Syaoran just drew his sword and a piece of yellow paper with some symbols. "Leave her alone. She's my business."
Laxus glared again at him, utterly disbelieving. Surely the kid wasn't challenging him, was he?
"And what do you intend to do huh?" Laxus taunted.
"This," he muttered then threw the piece of paper to the air. He aligned it with the part of the blade just above the hilt while holding the sword horizontally, his right hand supporting the edge of the blade.
Then he yelled, "RAITEI SHOURAI!"
A blast of lightning was unleashed, aimed directly at Laxus. The lightning was so bright, Syaoran didn't see Laxus smirk. Wrong move…
Syaoran was sure he hit him. But he was surprised that the guy was still standing. And his eyes widened when he saw the tall blonde holding the lightning with his bare hands, and he was grinning at Syaoran like mad. What the…
Lucy was trembling visibly, clearly afraid of the fate her newfound companion was going to have. He should've not incited Laxus' wrath. And using lightning-based magic, it was like he was holding a burning match next to a pool of diesel. Very dangerous.
And much to her and Syaoran's horror, Laxus munched the lightning, like it was a snack. After he was done, he smacked his lips and licked his fingers, like he just had the very best treat.
"Are you done?" Laxus sneered. "Well, it's my turn now!"
Lightning sparks appeared all over Laxus' body. By the time Syaoran realized anything, Laxus' fist was already a few inches away from his face.
*.*.*
Percy Jackson just sighed to himself as he stared his catch, a multi-colored flying fish. Literally flying-in-the-air fish. It looks weird, but he didn't mind because he was very hungry. After hours of staying in a ridiculously small and lifeless island, he was undeniably famished.
Oh sure you would think that he could survive because he is the son of Poseidon the sea god and all. No he could not. As a matter of fact, he could not sense his father's presence in that particular sea. Not even his hippocampus friends were there. Yes the sight of the sea made him think that he had a sporting chance. But after a few hours, all those hopes fell down the drain.
He was still praying that his father or any of his friends could help him. Of all of his demigod powers, only water control was active. The rest, purely jammed. His internal sea radar wasn't working either.
You might be wondering why Percy is here. Oh well, in fact he doesn't know either. He last remembered that he was about to sleep in the Poseidon cabin in Camp Half-Blood. As he was lying in bed contemplating about what he was going to wear in his next-day date with Annabeth, his girlfriend, he fell asleep.
When he woke up, he found himself here, in the middle of the sea of nowhere. Thinking that he was dreaming, he tried pinching himself but to no avail. He shouted for help, but no one heard him. Only the flying fishes did.
Thankfully, Riptide (Anaklusmos) was still there with him in his pocket in its pen form. But he didn't use it yet. He caught the flying fishes by manipulating the water, turning it into hand-like creatures that could grab them from the air. Unfortunately, after a few hours, he got only one. Those jerks were really hard to catch.
He sighed again in resignation of his fate. He couldn't believe that he, the son of one of the most powerful gods of Greece, is actually going to die of hunger in a desolated island. After all that he had been through, from slaying the Minotaur in Long Island to chasing flying pigs all around Manhattan, he would actually die of hunger. And he had always thought before that some monster could actually cause his death.
What a way to die.
Percy stared at the fish, as if the answers for survival lie within its intestines. He was still pondering whether he was going to eat it raw or just die quietly. Both options sounded pretty bad.
He looked away from the fish and to the sea he focused his attention. What he saw made his options way better, and his survival chances higher.
It was a ship. An old fashioned ship, but Percy didn't mind. He was saved!
Now his problem was how to make the ship see him. An idea struck his mind.
*.*.*
Syaoran was about to be hit by Laxus' fist when the ship shook roughly. They were thrown to the other side, colliding with some wooden boxes. Lucy was hit on the head hard. Laxus almost toppled over to the sea, but he regained his safety by using lightning to accelerate his movements and jumped back to the ship. Syaoran dodged the boxes that were about to crush him.
Laxus thought the craft was about to capsize. It started to move sideways again, causing everyone to panic. A few of the passengers already started jumping from the ship.
Then it stopped, so abruptly that both men struggled to stand straight. Laxus was ready to start the fight all over again with the brunette. He didn't even know his name and now here he was, fighting him.
"What's your name, kid?" Laxus inquired.
Syaoran just stared at him coldly. "Why would you want to know?"
Laxus smirked. "Trying to act tough, huh? Well, are you this girl's new boyfriend?"
Lucy blushed at the question. She tried to deny it, but she was interrupted by Syaoran.
"Why would you want to know?" Syaoran repeated. Clearly, he wasn't that girl's boyfriend, but for some reason, he wanted the blonde guy to be angry at him.
It was effective. Laxus was irritated by now. His palms balled to a fist, but still he was smirking. "You're already going to die, and yet you still try to defy me?" he snorted. Electric sparks started to appear again around his body.
"What makes you think I would die with your hands?" Syaoran spat. This man's overconfidence sparks his ire.
"Could you please just stop it?" Lucy cried in desperation. Surely they weren't trying to destroy the ship, wouldn't they.
The two just stood still, glaring at one another. Syaoran was ready to use his last resort against him. Laxus was waiting whether the kid would attack first.
Lucy decided that it would be better if they know each other.
"Syaoran Li-san, meet Laxus Dreyar. Laxus Dreyar, meet Syaoran Li-san," Lucy tried to introduce them to one another. Somehow, it didn't change anything. Their stance were still wary.
Lucy looked at Syaoran. "Don't worry Li-san. Laxus Dreyar is not an enemy. He won't be a hindrance in our mission."
"Mission?" Laxus interrupted. "Since when you do solo missions, young lady? I do not see Scarlet, flame sucker and the stripper around here. And who is this guy anyway?"
Lucy was affected when he mentioned about her teammates, her ex-teammates, for that matter, but she didn't let it show. Instead, she plainly stated, "I left the guild, Laxus."
Laxus eyed her skeptically. "Left the guild? Hah, like I would ever believe that." Wasn't she one of the many people who were very proud that they were a part of Fairy Tail?
"Yes, Laxus, believe it," she softly spoke. "But I left for a reason. I'm here to save Earthland."
*.*.*
Mystogan treaded his way to his hideout. It was a cave situated in the middle of a forest just a few miles from Magnolia. Securing his staves on his back, he stripped off the garments that were covering his face.
Somehow while walking down the path, he remembered what Rachel, the Oracle, said to him. It was about the prophecy.
The golden child of the Fairies
Possessing an array of keys
Must go to the Kingdom of West
And sit on the throne of Winter's Crest
She must follow the rule of the Light
But Darkness will be her might
The Power of the Kings will be her foe
Traitors and fiends will bring her woe
Seven Swords shall guide her voyage
Protecting her until the coming age
Chaos will be brought by her presence
Order will be deprived by her absence.
Mystogan was still troubled about what it means. And the Oracle said that the second part of it was still yet to be unveiled.
He reached his hideout, and entered it quietly, even though there was no one in the surrounding area who could hear him. He sat gently on one of the rocks and planned for his mission. The first part was done: securing Lucy Heartfilia and sending her to Westeros.
Now he must organize a prison break for Jellal Fernandes.
*.*.*
Erza was still walking with the man named Dante.
He was wearing a long red short-sleeved two-tailed coat, zipped up, with a buckle around the waist, sleek black pants tucked in his black boots. His long double edged sword was slung on his back, and his twin guns were kept on his waist. His silver hair was brushed down, although his bluish-purple eyes were still clearly seen.
The man's height was enough to intimidate Erza. His very presence itself noticeably terrorizes every person on that street, making them go away while they were walking. It seems the sea of people was parting just to make way for the man.
In truth, Erza was already irritated. Why would this man walk with her? She's not a tour guide, for heaven's sake!
Dante has no idea why he is here, in another world. All he remembers was that he was just fighting some demon that was terrorizing the city when a portal appeared and sucked him in. Now he finds himself in Fiore, a country unfamiliar to his ears and memory, no idea to where he is going or how to go back to his world. So he sticks with the redhead.
Erza was already going to start a conversation with Dante when an explosion startled her reverie.
It was on the pier. Infuriating her more, she murderously thought, Natsu… Gray…
*.*.*
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