Hiya! Yay another—short—chapter! Hope you like it! Sorry about Natsu's OOCness and all of that… This is how I kind of see him in this story. But when he is serious, he will be a lot scarier, don't worry. He is not totally like this and all the time. Thank you for those who reviewed, favorite, and followed last chapter! It made my day! Please leave a Review and Favorite! Farewell and Enjoy!

-Let there be midnight

ME NO OWN FAIRY TAIL

The Death of the Light

The boy with the black cloak stood before the guild his soon to be victim was a member of. He stood off into the shadows for the fear of being seen by anyone made him shiver and sink further into the safety the shadows gave him. A sudden shout from the guild called Fairy Tail made him jump startled as he moved further back, almost being completely swallowed by the darkness. Following the scream that made the boy within the shadows jump was the sound of a friendly brawl going on about inside the building.

She lives with this every day? The boy thought as another shiver ran down his spine at the mere thought of living through the same thing day by day. He wouldn't survive it at all. Heck, he freaks out when a person sees him and he doesn't know them! That was one of the many reasons why he was never really seen in his guild as it was.

He shook himself from his sidetracked thoughts, his mind now keeping in mind to only think about the mission and the mission only. The boy had a habit of getting sidetracked a lot during missions which was becoming a huge hassle for him. Sighing, he drew his cloak close around his thin body as a cold rush of air blew past.

Better get this done and over with. He thought to himself as he took in a silent breath of air and walked into the daylight, flinching barely as he did so, not used to the warm rays that shined on him. As he slowly walked to the rowdy guild, he got strange looks from the people he passed but they didn't pay too much mind to him as they went on with their day as per usual. Before he could open the guild doors, they flew opened with three people running out of them. A short girl with blue hair ran past him along with two taller males behind her that seemed to fight over her.

"Levy-chan!" one cried out annoyingly as they raced away. After a moment of shock, the boy shook his head and entered the nosy guild, wincing at the volume of their voices. He looked at the mess before him with wide onyx eyes. Tables, people, glasses, and beer were everywhere! Everything in sight was being thrown at the other, sometimes they even threw people! Real breathing people as in they are alive and not dead, that can talk and walk and scream so very loud.

Dodging everything flying and ducking when a screaming person or a table flew by his head or very close to him for comfort, the boy made his way to the bar where a woman older than he was stood wiping a glass absently mindedly over and over and over again. He was sure that glass was going to disappear soon since she kept cleaning it nonstop.

"Umm… excuse me." he said a little timidly not use to talking to strangers, well people in general. Now that he thought about it, the last time he spoke at all or even used his voice really was three months ago and he didn't even know what he said. Oh well, he's talking now isn't he?

The barmaid looked up and smiled up at him as she finally put down the glass. He felt sorry for it since it was going to disappear soon with all that cleaning.

"May I help you?" she asked him as she picked up yet another relatively clean glass.

Poor soul—wait, no—poor glass… He thought with a sweetdrop.

He bit his lip nervously with the thought on how normal people lived through conversations. Seriously, how do they?

"I'll like to post a job." he said taking out a piece of paper from within his cloak and handing it to her. The girl took the mission request from his pasty hand and looked it over with mild interest.

"Thank yo—" When she looked up the boy was no longer there. Shrugging, she went over to the mission board and pinned up the request.

Meanwhile Outside…

The boy was once again in the shadows outside of the guild of death. This time he was hugging his knees and praising the darkness that surrounding him for protecting him from everything evil and scary. Never again will he step into the light, otherwise that guild. He almost died when a table almost collided with his head on the way out. He. Almost. Died.