Ah screw it, LaceyCrumpets here. Just kinda had writer's block and this is the best I could conjure up right now. Sort of a little "teaser" chapter, I guess. But like always enjoy and review!
Gray P.O.V
I didn't understand what came over me, I just had to make Natsu regret every word that was spit from his putrid lips along with his obscene actions against me. Nothing is more vicious than a wounded man, but no one is safe with a man's wounded pride. I had no intention of hurting Lucy, hell if I even had an ounce of feelings for her. She was more of a sister figure, someone to replace the missing parts of my family. Still, I felt nothing but guilt and sorrow for the train ride to Holy. What a stupid idea, I thought to myself. How would hurting Lucy resolve this stupid situation? Perhaps now the entire guild will be searching for my ass.
I grinned. I loved those idiots, though. They'd do anything to protect their nakama, and I was, and still am a fool. Washing away the thoughts of those imbeciles with a sip of ice cold water, I began to think about where I should find Seera. I had a photo, and a location. I asked around the town where Jenna and her plump husband were at the top of the food chain; the town of Bilquise was a simple one. Jenna told me the bars were where she spent most of her time when her mother died. She would gamble and drink to cleanse her of any reminders that she was gone. I arrived at an old tattered bar, where I asked of her whereabouts. They were reluctant to talk at first, threatening me with trying to bring her back to her father and step mother I assured them it was to deliver the last message from her mother; a lie, obviously. Otherwise I would have never gotten the amount of information I had received. They told me she was in the town of Holy, as they and Seera would exchange letters daily. I thanked them, leaving them to ponder what "message" was left. And here I was, on the way to this forsaken town.
Lyon P.O.V
Big grumpy men in suits were placed neatly around the large room, mindlessly scribbling on their large wooden desks. The police station always seemed busy, due to their undercover crime increasing and spreading like wildfire. I couldn't help but feel like I was in a large bee's nest, every little bee working hard to make sure the nest doesn't collapse. It was almost amusing, how much effort had to be put in with little to no effect. I watched with intent however, shoved in a little corner with three vibrant purple chairs and waiting. I had a meeting with one of the police executives, they had to discuss the mission details. "Mr. Vastia?" A gruff voice called. I looked to see a stereotypical police chief, with a large brown mustache and broad shoulders. He looked like he could crush me within seconds. "Hello, yes." I greeted politely, taking his tender and firm handshake.
"Please come in, we have much to discuss." I followed him into the tiny boxed office, plopping myself down onto the royal purple chairs. "Mr. Vastia, you are from on of these magical guilds, correct?" He asked with interest. I nodded my head and responded, "Yes sir, I am of Lamia Scale." "Hmm," He pondered. "The big boss must be desperate.." The police chief looked very concentrated. "Sir?" I questioned. He snapped out of his train of thought, clearing his throat. "Ah, yes. Well you see, Mr. Vastia, we don't have a magical guild in our town; perhaps you already could've guessed that. Now the big boss has acknowledged the underground city that is in the gutters with crime and disgusting stuff, that's where you come in. Find the source, and destroy it." I blinked twice, then three times. They expect me to take out an entire underground society? "Sir, how exactly do I even begin with this? I mean, its an entirely different culture down there, and perhaps I'm not fit for this. I can't destroy an entire underground crime route in one day." I responded hesitantly. He eyed me, obviously irritated. "Why the hell not? Look, the entire society will collapse if we wriggle out and completely demolish the source. Its like an ant hill, kill the queen and the place runs into hell."
The chief sipped her coffee cheekly, I had a nudge to freeze right onto his lips. "Look Vastia, we wouldn't have asked you to do this job if we knew you couldn't handle it." He grabbed a file from one of his drawers and placed them in front of me. "He goes by the name Cerebas, he runs the entire crime operation. The littler ones do his every whim so if he's done for, the society goes boom." I opened the file, only to be stared at by a slink man with wide green eyes and curly nose. His hair was jet black and spiky, a little too spiky for my taste. Only a little off my taste, he was half naked.. upper part of course. A snake tattoo slithered across his entire body; starting from his hip around his right arm and back to his shoulder. "Seems friendly." I finally said, with a grimace. The chief chuckled. "Now look," He passed over another folder. "The last known location of these crime lords and even Cerebas himself is the Kit Kat Klub." My eyes widened at the sight of the next picture I was presented with. The chief showed his suspicion for my sudden reaction. "Well Vastia, I know she's a pretty woman, but.." It wasn't just any woman..
It was Seera.