Author's Notes: There are some points in time when I start writing to when I finish that I reflect on how I have previously written. How I have changed or improved my writing style, how I've progressed. In this particular story I have seen an enormous change in myself and how I write. I would like to say that is thanks to you all who follow this story. You all have given me the confidence to continually improve myself to deliver a better piece of literature. After all of these words I would just like to say thank you, to everyone following, favorite-ing, and those who just occasionally checking in and reading a chapter here and there. Well now since we are over and done with the sappy part of this chapter… Let the awesomeness begin!

The train ride home was a little more than boring… it was strange. I had forgotten to put on a fresh layer of what I like to call my "war paint", eyeliner, and Sting had stolen my fake snakebites refusing to give them back. He claimed that they were not needed to scare people because my face was enough already, I hit him afterwards but just gave up and them without them.

Without my snake bites and eyeliner I noticed more than a few males staring in my direction, which I found very odd. Only those two essential parts of my outfit were gone but previous self-seemed to be shining through, which I'm sure was Sting's initial motive. He always complained about my sudden change of appearance but I had always waved him off, not caring in the slightest. This was the reason why… I thought with an exasperated sigh.

Males always tended to give unneeded attention, which definitely was something I didn't need. For instance my first S-class mission still fully enveloped in "cheerleader" mode a male, who had been giving me lustful eyes the whole ride on the train and all throughout town, got in the line of fire while I was in battle. Casualties were sure to occur so I opted for "punk" mode, which did great to send males in the opposite direction.

I huffed at the memory, stupid male. I felt the click and clatter of the train tracks beneath me slow down coming to a stop, signaling me to get up and vacate the arriving train. My thought was proved right when I heard the speaker call out, "The train is now arriving in Magnolia, please gather your belongings and be safe. Welcome to Magnolia!"

I stood up grabbing at air, that's right no bag this time. I shrugged off the thought at mussed my hair as much as I could, trying to look as messy and unattractive as possible.

The streets of Magnolia looked as normal as ever: friendly people greeting each other, shops eagerly welcoming prospective customers, and as usual a few crazy guild members here and there destroying things. Causing chaos might as well be our motto because that's what we did wherever we went: destroying towns, losing our missions objective, and more often than not catching the bad guys, which wasn't a bad thing. We always completed our missions, there were those few that did end badly but that was rare.

The memory of the good ol' days really did nothing for me, thankfully. If I still had my emotions resentful feelings would most likely arise, trigging a certain bloodthirsty friend of mine. Welcoming the oncoming emptiness I continued on my path to the guild, it had been two full days since the guilds little revelation. My eventful run in with the Raijinshu most likely spread throughout the guild already, saving me from having to explain the situation.

My intuition was yet again spot on, when I pushed open the guild doors I noticed the same faces from two nights ago. Geez… do these people have nothing better to do than wait to question me? I strutted towards the second floor stairs to acquire a new missions to relieve me of my constant boredom, only to be stopped by a very large human wall.

"Move it, Sparky." Was all I needed to say to elicit a growl from the larger male's throat. I looked up to see a scowl decorating his face, making him look like a very threatening… pug. Size doesn't matter in the battle of stares, I glared at him surpassing the level currently assigned to Erza or even the demon queen, Mira, herself. He shrunk back ever so slightly, earning himself a grin from yours truly.

"Not a chance, Blondie." He said standing his ground, well two can play at that game.

I grinned wickedly, feeding a little energy into my right arm letting it glow slightly. Putting on the best show I could muster, swaying from side to side letting my arms wave freely. I said in a voice I didn't even know I could project, "You wanna play again…" The Raijinshu and Laxus visibly stiffened at my words. When he started to back away I let out a belly laugh, I laughed so hard I think I may have started to cry. The red light faded, but transferred to the faces of the embarrassed Thunder God Tribe.

I quickly passed by the shocked Laxus and made my way up the steps to the second floor. I quickly snatched a request off of the request board and made my way towards the railing overlooking the guild. Taking the Master's signature stance, I stood atop the railing projecting my voice across the crowded building.

"So I'm sure these loudmouths over there told you about my current situation. If any of you are going to try to do something along the lines of 'saving me' or 'helping me'… don't. I am perfectly fine as I am now, continue on with your lives like you have been doing for the past two years. But let me reiterate this one more time for those of you who are too dense enough to understand… Leave. Me. Alone." I finished with an icy stare. Walking out of the guild.

With this final statement glares were given and received, help was refused, and the queen still reigned supreme…