Here we go everyone, chapter two! Please let us know what you think in a review!

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Levy McGarden had seen many introductions to her guild, both those small in stature and others larger than life, and the one that Bambietta Basterbine had just made easily belonged among the latter. Already had the dark haired woman sent a well-respected member of the guild flying with a punch but now she had returned from an A-Class mission she had not been authorized to take, the decapitated head of the target monster in hand.

Those remains of a deceased cyclops now lay on the floor, Bambietta wearing both a smug smile and a new pure white outfit, adorned with a cloak that flowed in the slight wind that blew through the open doorway. "Pretty darn awesome, right?" the Quincy asked, looking for approval to go along with her satisfaction. All she received, however, was the stunned expression of the Fairy Tail wizards staring at her. "Right?"

"Bambi, you..." Levy said as she approached, her voice shifting from timid to mildly frustrated. "You made me worry!"

The Quincy was stunned then, having not expected that reaction in the slightest. "What, really? Come on," she said as moved her arms up from her hips and waved them slightly in protest, "I'm a big girl, you don't have to be concerned about little old me."

Levy did her best to compose herself, taking a deep breath. "You took an A-Class mission-"

"And I handled it just fine," Bambietta replied. "I may get a little hot under the collar at times but I have a good head on my shoulders." Bambietta motioned towards the cyclops' head, a slight smirk evident on her face as she tried to lead Levy's own gaze towards the remains by her feet. "That's more than I can say about my opponent."

"That's not funny," was all Levy said, not willing to take a peek at the dead creature. The level of violence evident in its remains left her shaken still, especially how gleefully Bambietta had brandished the decapitated head upon her return.

"I thought it was," Bambietta replied, a little disappointed, "kind of."

Levy's head sank then, a sigh slipping away from her. "You wanted to join Fairy Tail and while I don't know how well that's going to go now, you're in luck. The master is back."

"Oh, really?" Bambietta perked up then, hopping on her feet lightly as she looked over Levy's left shoulder, then her right. Yet all she saw were the same familiar faces she had come across earlier. "You sure?"

There was a slight cough from below, as if someone were trying to get Bambietta's attention, but it went unnoticed. The Quincy was simply staring intently, taking in each and every member of the Fairy Tail to see if there was anyone here who looked the part of a guild master.

"Yeah, Bambi," Levy began to say, feeling a slight bit of nervousness overtaking her, "he's-"

Another cough, this time joined by a voice that interrupted Levy's own. "If you'd simply look down, young lady..."

Bambietta did just that and found herself staring down at a rather short man, one whose head came up to her knees at most. He was an older fellow, possessing a rather bushy mustache, and dressed in orange, a jester's hat atop his head.

Bambietta could not help but raise an eyebrow as she pointed at the man with one finger. "You're the guild master around here?"

To his credit, the man kept a bright smile on his face as he slowly nodded. "The third master of Fairy Tail, Makarov Dreyer, at your service."

"Judge me by my size, do you?" Bambietta mumbled under her breath, her thoughts returning to a movie of years gone by. Yet despite her flippant comment, Bambietta could simply sense it. A wellspring of power buried within this man, a strength she knew she would have to respect. "And well you should not."

"Come again?" Makarov asked, not having quite heard what Bambietta had whispered.

Levy however had, standing right beside the Quincy, and she could not help but drop her face into the palm of one of her hands.

"Well, you see," Bambietta began to say, stumbling over her words a little as she nervously ran a hand through her long hair, "My name's Bambietta Basterbine and I was told by this Porlyusica lady that Fairy Tail might be the place for me and, well-"

"Yes, she told me of you as well," Makarov said, cutting Bambietta off as his voice grew a bit stern.

Bambietta grew quiet then, her eyes wide as a quiet tension began to build between herself and the diminutive guild master. To her credit, the Quincy did her best to diffuse whatever situation she had just found herself in. "Well, I so totally aced the first impression thing, right? I mean, A-Class mission, first day on the job."

"Yes," Makarov simply replied, casting his gaze at the cyclops' head before returning to looking at Bambietta. "You killed something quite brutally your first day here."

"And hit Gray with a manly punch!"

Makarov ignored the shout from within his Fairy Tail family but Bambietta was not quite capable of such restraint. Her right eye twitched a bit and she stared out into the crowd, her eyes locking with those that belonged to Elfman.

"I am not manly!" she shouted before turning her head in irritation, her eyes closing as she pouted. "I am just adorably violent!"

"So you wish to join Fairy Tail," Makarov simply interjected, having no time for such petty displays.

Bambietta calmed down then, noticing the quiet but powerful tone that the man possessed. She looked to him again, her body language belonging to one who would show the proper respect. "Yes."

"Then we need to speak," Makarov replied, his eyes so narrow and focused that Bambietta was afraid that they were peering into her soul, "in my office. Alone."

Makarov turned then, walking away as Bambietta followed. The Quincy whispered under her breath again, chiding herself mentally for her flippant attitude in the face of clear authority. "Do or do not; there is no try."

Levy just watched on as the two disappeared into the master's office door, leaving herself and her fellow guild mates quite concerned about what was about to happen.

Then did the door suddenly open once more, Makarov in sight. "My children, if you wouldn't mind, could someone please dispose of that rotting cyclops' head before its smell overwhelms the place? Please and thank you!"

Then the door closed again, leaving the members of Fairy Tail to argue amongst themselves about who would take care of the matter.

Levy knew one thing for certain however. "I'm not touching it."


Bambietta found herself in Makarov's office, the Quincy surprised at how quaint it was. There were no lavish furnishings, just a simple desk and a chair at either side of it. It was a far cry from the ornate throne room that Yhwach had called his own. Bambietta knew there was a joke to be had, that despite its extravagant furnishings, His Majesty's chamber had been cold and barren on a personal level. It had held true for the entirety of Silver Cross Fortress. This guild hall however, seemed to simply exude warmth. Bambietta continued to glance around then, noticing the photographs that lined the guild master's desk. The Quincy proceeded to be a bit snoopy, leaning to the side slightly to get a better angle. She could see one that depicted an angry looking young man with spiky blond hair standing beside a woman adorned with pink hair. Bambietta furrowed her brow then, wondering if that woman was Porlyusica. If that was the case, then was that cranky looking individual beside her Makarov?

"A curious one, aren't you?" Makarov said as he hopped up into his chair.

Bambietta was caught off guard then, the Quincy turning her gaze quickly towards the guild master. She half expected him to be looking at her with an angry expression etched upon his face, but she was surprised to see him flashing a rather jolly smile. That still did not leave Bambietta feeling any less embarrassed for her prying eyes. "No, I just-"

"Yes, that is Porlyusica and myself when we were young," Makarov suddenly said, as if reading Bambietta's thoughts. "It's hard to imagine it's been so long since we were Fairy Tail's next generation. Now then," the man paused for a moment, his face growing serious as he locked his hands together, his forearms resting on his desk, "you wish to be a part of the next generation, yes?"

Bambietta swallowed hard, her Quincy blood still roiling as it sensed the power this man held within himself. "Yes, yes I would."

"Please do not be so uptight," Makarov said lightly, his expression never wavering. "And please, take a seat. You've had a rough day, completing an A-Class mission."

Bambietta nodded slightly and did as he asked, sitting gently in the chair across from him. "It wasn't that bad, actually. Most of the blood on my old clothes was from the cyclops, not myself."

"So you destroyed it without much difficulty, yes?"

"I wouldn t go that far," Bambietta said, some nervous sweat beginning to seep down the sides of her face. There was just something about Makarov that unnerved her. It was not his exterior personality, whether it was friendly or stern. No, that she could handle. She had seen Yhwach at his worst, so there was little that this guild master could do to concern her. No, it was the power that she could feel tucked away within him that kept her on edge. With His Majesty she had always known where she stood, but this was a new world with people of power she did not understand. Not yet at any rate. Bambietta cleared her throat then and continued. "I'm not as strong as I used to be, so he gave me a little trouble. Still, it wasn't anything I couldn't handle. And don't worry, someday soon I'll get back the strength I lost and be a real asset to this guild."

"That's what I'm afraid of."

Bambietta tilted her head slightly, confused by what Makarov had just said. "Wouldn't your Fairy Tail guild having another strong fighter be a good thing?"

"That part does not worry me, no," Makarov answered with a slight nod. "It's you reaching your full potential that gives me cause for concern."

Bambietta watched as Makarov reached into one of the pockets of his orange coat, withdrawing from it a folded up piece of paper. He opened it then, glancing at it hesitantly. Bambietta raised her chin slightly, her curiosity overwhelming her. "What's that?"

"A letter I received from Porlyusica," Makarov simply answered. "It was sent to give me notice of your arrival."

Bambietta's blood suddenly ran cold, the Quincy remembering that Makarov had said he had been told of her arrival.

Makarov retrieved from his coat a pair of reading glances which he then placed across the bridge of his nose as he began to read the letter in silence, leaving Bambietta to feel a slight shiver across her flesh. "Okay, so I was a bad girl a long time ago in a world far, far away..."

"Do you wish that I read what she said?" Makarov asked, glancing over the paper's edge towards Bambietta.

"I'd rather you not," Bambietta said sheepishly, her hands bunching together in her lap, "but go ahead."

The guild master cleared his throat then and began. "Makarov, I've sent to Fairy Tail a woman who may be in dire need of what the guild has to offer. She is not of our world from what I was able to ascertain, but she freely admitted to being a part of what may very well have been her world's equivalent of a dark guild. She spoke of killing for self-preservation as well as pleasure. I do not know if she will cause more harm than good, but I can only pray that Fairy Tail will do more good for her than simply giving her the opportunity to get back on her feet in a new home. If things do turn to the worse, I have faith that the best and brightest of Fairy Tail can deal with her as needed. Also, she is rather attractive, so I do hope that you do not try to put any moves on-"

Makarov suddenly stopped then, coughing slightly as he quickly folded up the paper and removed his glasses. Bambietta could only raise an eyebrow in response to the unfinished sentence that Porlyusica had written.

Makarov, to his credit, did not allow himself to be distracted for long by the moment. He leaned forward on his desk again, staring at Bambietta. "I know what Porlyusica thought, but I wish to hear what you're like in your own words."

Bambietta nodded slightly, swallowing hard once again. If there was one thing she did not like, it was being put on the spot like this. To that end she did allow a trace amount of attitude to slip forth. "And let me guess: If I'm lying, you'll know that I am thanks to Veil Magic, right?"

It was now Makarov's turn to be a slight bit surprised. An eyebrow curiously raised then, his voice betraying his confusion. "Veil Magic?"

"You know, what that friend of yours uses," Bambietta answered. "Pink hair, old, a bit cranky? Name's Porlyusica. The lady in your picture there..."

Makarov was silent a moment longer, then suddenly burst out laughing. It was against his better nature but he simply could not help himself.

"What?" Bambietta asked, her face awash at first with confusion then irritation. "What the heck is so funny?"

Makarov's laughter died down slightly then, the old man finally able to reign himself in. "I'm sorry, but there is no such thing as Veil Magic."

Bambietta spoke, but only after a slight pause. "What now?"

"Oh, that Porlyusica," Makarov replied, a slight chuckle still slipping past his demeanor. "She always did like to play that prank when we were younger. I suppose with a newcomer to our world she felt it would be easy to play that game again."

"Oh, you've got to be kidding me." Bambietta could not help but blink a few times, disbelief overwhelming her. "I practically bared my soul to that lady and it was all on the pretext of a lie?"

"That's old Porly for you," Makarov said with a slight smile tugging at his lips. It faded fast then, the old man looking back toward Bambietta. "I will play this more fairly if you wish. I will be blunt and honest with you, but I expect the same in return."

Bambietta's head nodded slightly, the Quincy mulling over her options. It was not like Makarov did not already know enough about her thanks to that letter, so there was no real reason to hold back any truth. Still, she was not happy to have to speak in such open terms about her past once more. Still, he had done nothing to earn any falsehoods or half-truths. "All right. I'm a Quincy and since I'm sure you don't know what that means I'll explain."

Bambietta did so then, speaking of her world in great detail to Makarov. Of how spirits that did not pass on from life into death peacefully would become Hollows. Of how the Soul Reapers would fight to preserve the balance and usher in the dearly departed into the afterlife. Of how the humans had fought to protect themselves from the Hollows by taking their fates into their own hands as Quincy.

"But in the end, the Soul Reapers began to exterminate my kind," Bambietta said softly. "I wasn't alive when it began, so I don't even know why. Eventually I sought out those like me and then he found me."

"Who?"

"My own personal savior," Bambietta answered, a slight gleam in her eyes. "His Majesty took me out of the darkness of the world and brought me under his wing. He gave to me a fraction of his power and I was reborn not as a mere Quincy but as one of the Vandenreich's Stern Ritter."

"The dark guild that Porlyusica spoke of..."

Bambietta lowered her head then. "I suppose that's what we were by this world's definitions. I killed for the Vandenreich, for his Majesty. Soul Reapers and Hollows, I made no exceptions. And I-"

Makarov was quick to finish her sentence, having seen the joy that Bambietta had possessed when he had first seen her, the decapitated head of a cyclops within her hands. "You enjoyed it."

The light in Bambietta's eyes grew faint then, the optics dulling for a moment as her expression became void of any real feeling. "Yes."

Makarov took a deep breath, running a hand across his face as he continued to look at the potential Fairy Tail member before him. "If you join Fairy Tail, I will make this abundantly clear here and now. That can never happen again."

Bambietta was quiet still, her eyes unwavering as she stared at absolutely nothing. Slowly did the life return to them and she looked at Makarov. "But that mission asked that the cyclops be destroyed."

"Yes, yes it did," Makarov answered. "Monster and creatures born from the books of dark magic can be disposed of if need be. And I will not deny that there may come a time when a Fairy Tail wizard would have to take a life of another wizard to save either themself or others in need. However, there can be no pleasure in these activities, do you understand?"

Bambietta's fingers clenched tightly into the palms of her hands, tugging lightly at the skirt that spread out across her lap. Teeth dug into her lower lip slightly then, the Quincy trying to focus, to bring herself into the here and now. She had heard Makarov's request; no, his demand, and she was left having to seek out the answer. Whether she could accept his terms, whether she could live as he wanted her to.

There was a voice in the distance of Bambietta's thoughts, but it was loud nonetheless. It told her then to lie, to speak honeyed words that this old man, this guild master, wanted to hear. To let him know that she could be kind, that she could be a respectable person. Then, when the time was right, when her power was at its peak, she could either rule this world or find a way back to her own and make Giselle and the others pay. She would be back by Yhwach's side again, the Stern Ritter she was always meant to be.

Yet is that what she really wanted? Bambietta felt it at the forefront of her thoughts, that she wanted to be who she had been in her world once again. Yet all that path had led her to was pain. False friends, devilish vultures waiting to pick at her in a moment of weakness. Here she had seen genuine smiles, camaraderie, but did it matter? She had believed that within the Vandenreich; she had believed in the friendships that had formed between herself, Giselle and the others. Yet it had all been for nothing. Could she expect anything better from this Fairy Tail? Yet she was a stranger in a strange land. What choice did she have now but to put her faith in people she could only hope were not monsters such as she was?

"Yes," Bambietta answered, unsure if she spoke lies or the truth, "I understand."

Makarov said nothing then, allowing the air to be silent between himself and the Quincy for a moment. Finally, after a full minute of quiet, did he interject. "Good. Welcome to Fairy Tail."

Bambietta very nearly found herself choking in surprise. The moment that Makarov had mentioned Porlyusica, the Quincy had all but doubted her chances at becoming an official member. Her past was too dark, too stained with blood, and even then Makarov only knew some of it. If he had heard of the Quincy she had killed to alleviate your monthly, sometimes weekly, irritations, would he have been so forgiving? "You'll have me?"

"So long as you abide by the ways of Fairy Tail," Makarov answered. "And I believe you can. However, I do have one more question I wish to ask. You do not have to answer if you do not wish to, however."

Bambietta looked at Makarov then. "What?"

"What happened to you?"

"What? How I got to this world?" Bambietta replied, shrugging her shoulders, her natural spunk returning. "I haven't the foggiest clue. One minute I was... was..."

Makarov noticed the sudden change in Bambietta's tone and body language. "That's not what I meant. Not how you got here; that's a mystery for another time. It's the sorrow I see in you, I hear in your every word, that I wish to understand."

Bambietta's breathing became labored then, her heartbeat racing as the pressure of her blood began to increase. Her eyes began to waver slightly, the memories of what had happened overtaking her. Her hands wrapped around her upper arms then, her fingers digging in tightly. She could see it, the sky above her as Giselle, Candice, Liltotto and Meninas came into view, standing over her.

"I had... friends in the Vandenreich..." Bambietta whispered, her enunciation fragment, each syllable ragged in its execution. "And they... they found me in a moment of weakness and... killed me... Made me a puppet... Their puppet..."

Makarov listened intently, his outer appearance remaining calm and composed while all the while his heart broke. Still did he let Bambietta continue to say what she had to, understanding that the young lady would have to see it through.

"They used me... And Giselle... she... she..."

Bambietta could not take it anymore, the bitter memories washing over her. Tears began to stream down her face then and the Quincy grit her teeth in disgust at her own sorrow. She hunched forward, her hands catching her face then and there as her elbows propped against her knees. Her breathing was becoming forced, lost in silence as Bambietta began to heave, her body out of her own control.

Makarov moved down from his chair then, swiftly but silently stepping around his desk as he approached Bambietta. He reached out then, his hand touching down upon the space between the end of the Quincy's coat and the glove that adorned her right hand. "It's all right; you do not need to push yourself any further. I'm sorry that I asked you such a question."

Bambietta pulled her hands free from her face then, shifting her gaze upon Makarov. Her face stained with tears, she began to speak then as best she could. "Tell me, this Fairy Tail... can I expect to be betrayed like that again?"

It was a foolish question, Bambietta knew that readily enough. If someone was planning to twist a knife in her back, they would never admit it so freely. Still she could not help herself and sought out reassurance.

"That is not the type of guild that First Master Mavis sought to create so many decades ago," Makarov answered. "And it is not the kind of family I wish to take care of."

Bambietta could not help herself once more; though this time it was a slight chuckle that she let loose, not a potentially wasted question. "Family?"

"Yes. You are now part of my Fairy Tail family... if you wish to be."

Bambietta chuckled again, a light laugh escaping from her. She had come here to ask to join this guild, to further her own goals, and now this master, this old man, was putting the decision in her hands. Yet she could not find fault in saying yes. It was just so very foreign to her. She had made bonds within the Vandenreich, that much was true, but they had never been a family as far as His Majesty had been concerned.

"Yes," Bambietta answered, nodding her head as she wiped away a few tears. "Yes, I wish to be."

"Well then, I suppose it's time we talk about where you wish to carry the Fairy Tail guild mark" Makarov said with a smile.

"What now?" Bambietta finished wiping away any tears. "Guild mark?"

"Yes, every member of Fairy Tail proudly carries our crest until they leave for higher pursuits or-"

Bambietta was quick to finish. "Until they die on a job. It's happened, hasn't it?"

"Yes," Makarov said faintly, his shoulders sinking. "On occasion and unfortunately in recent memory."

Bambietta felt something in her throat then, a lump forming. This guild was not simply fun and games despite what she had witnessed in the main room. "I'm not going to be one of those statistics. Not here, not ever again." Bambietta pulled off her left glove then, revealing the hand underneath in full. "How about right here?"

"You wish to cover the emblem?"

Bambietta could hear the disappointment in Makarov's voice, yet she could not entirely dismiss his disappointment. That was exactly it. Despite whatever she was feeling somewhere within her soul, this guild was still just a means to an end. Still, she did not have to admit that. "No, no, not at all," she replied. "I just think it'd be cool if, you know, I were to say something like 'the gloves are coming off' and then reveal that I'm in Fairy Tail. That ought to scare away most troublemakers I end up dealing with."

"You may have a good point," Makarov said as he placed the index and middle fingers of his right hand against the back of Bambietta's left hand. A magical light enveloped them both for a moment and when it faded did Bambietta see a sky blue emblem adorning her skin. She stared at it then, raising her hand to get a better look. The Fairy Tail emblem was not as bad in appearance as she suspected and the Quincy could not help but allow a tiny smile to light up her face. Makarov noticed and spoke up then. "Do you approve?"

"It's.. .not bad," Bambietta replied as she quickly gloved her hand again, trying to act as tough as she could. "So that's it then. I'm a FairyTail member."

"That's right."

Bambietta stood up, feeling a bit better despite her momentary breakdown. "Do me one favor then," she began to say. "Please don't tell anyone what happened in here today. I've got an image to maintain as the adorably violent newbie who punched out that stripper wizard after all."

"So long as you can do me one favor as well," Makarov said politely.

"What's that?" Bambietta asked as she glanced down at him.

"Normally I save these words for the day when a wizard leaves my family, but you are a Quincy and not a wizard. And... I believe you need to hear this now, after what I've learned about you today." Makarov coughed into a fist then before continuing. "You must continue to live out your life with all your might, you must never consider your own life to be something insignificant, and you must never forget about your friends who loved you."

Bambietta was taken aback by those words, having not expected them in the least. "Friends, huh? Oh, it might be for the best if I forget the ones I had, but... I'll see about making some new ones."

Bambietta left then, exiting out of the office and leaving Makarov alone. The guild master stood silent for a bit, finally allowing a pent up sigh to escape from his tiny body. Porlyusica's letter had warned him that this newcomer was going to be a handful but the message had not given him adequate preparation. He could not remember a time when he had interviewed a more worrisome potential member of the guild. There was something clearly dangerous about this girl, and yet Makarov had seen it in Bambietta's face as clear as day. He had always prided himself as an excellent judge of character and he could only hope that his thoughts and feelings were not betraying him now.

He had felt it within this Bambietta, something that he was unsure even she understood was there. It was a faint light, one buried within the shadows of her soul, but he could not deny that there was a spark within her, something that had survived this so-called Vandenreich and remained pure. It simply needed to be coaxed forth by a fair world and he could only hope that Fairy Tail would suffice.

"I wish for you the best, Bambietta Basterbine. Don't let me down."

Suddenly did the door swing up again, Bambietta peaking her head through as she stared at Makarov.

"Oh, and one more thing," she said, her voice wavering a little bit. "Just for my own peace of mind... there aren't any wizards here who specialize in zombie magic are there?"

"No."

"Oh thank goodness!"

Then Bambietta was gone, slamming the door once more.


Levy simply did not know what to think. The guild was unnaturally quiet now, only murmurs passing between its members. Between the newcomer punching Gray out casually to showing back up again with a decapitated cyclops head in one hand and bloodied clothes in the other, nobody knew what to make of it all. Fairy Tail had opened its doors to many strange folks in the past, but this one had made quite the first impression.

Levy sighed, dropping her head into her arms as they rested against the counter she was at. She had thought Bambietta rather friendly despite the altercation with Gray, but now she was beginning to wonder. Despite her protests it had come down to her having to clean up the bloody remains, a written fire spell having burned away the head and clothes so that no trace of them yet remained. If nothing else, the heat should have sterilized the flooring that Bambietta had chosen to deposit her mementos. The wizard continued to mull over the whole situation, wondering just what was going to happen. Bambietta had taken an A-Class mission without permission, without even being properly inducted into the guild, and she had made a violent spectacle upon her return.

"Violently adorable, huh?" Levy began to mumble to herself. "There's no way that Master Makarov will-"

"Guess who's the newest member of Fairy Tail?"

Levy sat up immediately then, her eyes wide as her teeth clenched together. A shiver ran up her spine, leaving her to slowly turn her head to the right, in the direction of the excited voice. Then she came face to face with a smiling Bambietta, the woman holding her bare left hand before her, showcasing the Fairy Tail guild mark that adorned it.

"No way," Levi said quietly. "The master really did it."

Bambietta either paid no mind to Levy's reaction or simply did not notice it; the wizard did not know. The Quincy moved in close then, sweeping her cloak out from behind her back and sitting down beside Levy. "You want to celebrate?" Bambietta asked as she wrapped an arm around the mage's shoulders, pulling her in close. "I kind of took a big chunk out of my mission pay getting these clothes custom fit on my way back, but I might have enough for me and my best buddy to go out and get some nice chow!"

"That's quite all ri-"

"And besides," Bambietta said as she moved in closer, her smile infectious, "if I run a little low I can always take another A-Class mission and slay some big old beastie again."

"Not again," Levy whimpered, very nearly on the verge of expelling her breakfast as she remembered the remains that Bambietta had returned with.

"What's the matter?" Bambietta asked, thrown off by her first Fairy Tail friend's reaction. "Are you not feeling wel-"

"You scared me, okay?"

"Hey now," Bambietta offered up, "I came back in one piece, unlike that one eyed-"

"That's just it," Levy interrupted. "You scare me."

Bambietta flinched then, unfurling her arm from around Levy. She rested it on the table then, alongside its opposite, and leaned forward into them.

Levy continued to speak however, unable to compose herself. "You come back here with your old clothes a bloody mess, twirling around a dead monster's head like it was some kind of trophy. It was just... you're just-"

"I'm sorry."

Levy looked over to Bambietta and could see the look in her dulled eyes, something that seemed to call to her, as if to announce itself as restrained despair. "Bambietta, I-"

"Yeah, Bambietta," the Quincy said. "A sure sign we can't be friends, huh?"

"Bambi, I-"

"A monster raised by monsters, that's what I am," Bambietta continued. "The show I put on today would have impressed those back home. In fact it did. Any time I came back a bloody mess with a Hollow's mask as a trophy I got a small measure of respect. Clearly that isn't going to work here."

"A... Hollow?"

"A demon, a monster," Bambietta explained, all the while not going into much detail. "Just like me. Only not as cute."

"Listen, we can still celebrate if you want," Levy offered. "I mean, I know a nice place down the street that makes the best pizza."

Bambietta glanced at Levy for a moment with her dulled eyes, the light suddenly returning to them full force. "Pizza?"

The Quincy suddenly sat up like she had been struck by lightning, turning to face Levy with a wild grin on her face. It was perhaps not the ideal way to showcase to her fellow guild mate that she was not crazy but right now Bambietta was not thinking quite so clearly.

"You've got a pizza place? Here?" Bambietta's lips curled back into a true smile then. "Oh, best day ever!"

"It's just pizza," Levy said, not sure what the big deal was.

"Just pizza?" Bambietta was exasperated then. "Do you know how long it's been since I had pizza? Deca- years." The Quincy was quick to correct herself, uninterested in speaking of her age. "The bad crowd I fell into had strict policies on food and we all suffered for it."

It was true enough. Tucked away in the hidden corners of the spiritual world, the Quincy who composed the Vandenreich had lived off the energies around them for sustenance, never wanting for physical food. There were some exceptions among the Stern Ritter though, and Bambietta had always been plagued by confusion about just how Liltotto had managed to sneak so much contraband candy into the fortress without either Yhwach or Haschwald becoming wise to her schemes. Then there had been Mask De Masculine. Bambietta remembered many a day when she and the overbearing Stern Ritter had conversed about how they wished they could have slipped away from the Vandenreich for a time and enjoyed the delectable foods of the World of the Living. Pizza had been on the top of Bambietta's list of things to rediscover, but with all the chaos that she had experienced since coming to this new world and being reborn she had not had the chance to even consider if the fates would be so kind as to allow her the opportunity.

Now, however, she was only able to understand one thing. Through all the hardships, all the pain and suffering, there was a light at the end of the tunnel and it was illuminating a pizza.

"Oh, you two are heading out? Mind if I join you?"

Bambietta had heard it then, quite possibly the sweetest, most friendly voice she had heard since last speaking with Meninas. Turning slowly she found herself looking towards a rather cheerful young lady dressed in a red dress and possessing silver hair.

"And you are?" Bambietta asked honestly, trying to avoid any venom from soaking her words. That just would not do, not when she was trying to make friends. If this young lady could be the second coming of Meninas, all the better.

"Oh, allow me," Levy said. "Bambietta Basterbine, this is Mirajane Strauss. Mira, Bambi. Bambi, Mira."

"Oh, so you've got a nickname too." Bambi nodded in approval then, realizing that she truly may have indeed come across the next Meninas after all. "So you want to party it up with us? Well why not? The more the merrier!"


"Mario's Pizzeria?" Bambietta glanced up to the sign that hung outside the restaurant that Levy had led her and Mirajane to. "A little clich , but I can roll with it."

As the trio of Fairy Tail members began to enter, Bambietta glanced at the menu, then began to sift through her newly purchased purse. She had spent much of her profits on having clothing customized to match what she had worn in the Vandenreich, not to mention the purse, but she was happy to see she still had enough to handle a meal for the girls and her. Some good food, maybe some appetizers and some drinks, that much she could handle with some currency left to spare.

Still, she knew she would have to take another job and fast if she wanted to get a roof over her head. Spare clothing, utilities, groceries; it was all tugging at the corners of Bambietta's mind. It was then that Bambietta was beginning to question if putting her clothes before an apartment and other basic necesseties had been the ideal and responsible choice.

"Hey, Levy," Bambietta asked as she and her to compatriots sat down at a booth, "I've got a teensy bit of a favor to ask you."

"Oh?" Levy asked, slightly curious. "What's that?"

"You see," Bambietta began to get a little fidgety, pressing her index fingers together as she looked away, "I kind of spent a good bit of my reward money on my new clothes and even if we didn't eat right now..."

"Oh, you wouldn't have enough money to rent out a room for even one night?" Mirajane asked, sweet as could be.

Bambietta hung her head in shame. "No."

Levy was about to respond when suddenly a waiter came by, handing out a series of menus. "Hello, my name is Luigi and I will be your server for the evening. Can I get you anything to drink?"

A unanimous order of water was put in then, Bambietta also tossing in a round of salads and an order of mozzarella sticks as an appetizer to sweeten the deal.

"Now we don't actually need to go for a pizza," Bambietta offered as she glanced over the menu, realizing both that she would be upset if they did not get one and that Levy had not answered her question. She put a little more incentive behind that request. "Because whether or not I'll be sleeping on the streets tonight, I'm going to be treating my new friends well!"

"Pizza's good!" Mirajane exclaimed.

"The same," Levy said, eyeing over the menu. "And yes... you can spend the night at my place."

Levy had been mulling over the question since it had been posed, wondering if she was allowing a maniac into her home. Still she knew it could be worse. She could be dating a madman with a perchance for violence. That would be a whole other can of worms if she had ever seen one.

"Really?"

"Look," Levy said, glancing over the menu, "I'm not going to lie, you did scare the heck out of me today, Bambi, but I don't think you're that bad of a person, okay?"

The usage of her nickname was a good indicator but Bambietta was feeling a little bit needful this evening and required some confirmation. "So we're friends... right?"

"I'd like to think so," Levy said, "but technically sleepovers aren't exactly permitted at Fairy Hills, even with fellow guild members, so-" Levy suddenly glanced over towards Mirajane. "Mira, you'll keep it a secret, right?"

"Keep what a secret?"

Bambietta was unsure if the platinum haired woman was playing along or simply not listening. She glanced back down toward the menu then, her eyes focusing on the pizza toppings section, her voice low and nearly unable to be heard. "Yeah, think I did find myself a new Meni..."

"So, Bambi," Levy said as she looked at the newest guild member, "how about this? Tomorrow we'll take a new mission and get you some capital, then we can go apartment hunting or something when we get the reward and come back to town."

"But I can handle a mission on my own," Bambi offered up, a sly smile on her face. "Or are you just worried about little old me after all?"

"Okay, that grin is not helping me think you aren't crazy." Levy was beginning to dread to think what would happen if her new friend came into contact with either Natsu or Erza. She had already expressed interest with fighting either one and the young Solid Script mage could only imagine what kind of chaos would ensue. "I just want to help you out anyway I can, okay? It's what friends are for, right?"

Of course there was a part of Levy quite concerned about being an on actual mission with Bambietta. If the violence she had gleefully used to bring down the cyclops and then show off was anything to go by, Levy could only imagine what she would be witness to tomorrow.

"Perhaps we can find some nice simple stuff," she offered up. "Just a couple of nice easy going jobs to make up for one big one, huh? Some treasure hunting, maybe put on a magic show at the local school-"

"Oh!" Mirajane exclaimed, clapping her hands together. "Perhaps you two could do some dog walking! I saw that one on the job request board this morning!"

"Yeah, Fairy Tail's latest pooper scooper, that's what I was hoping to be." Bambietta nodded politely as Luigi returned with the drinks, letting them know he would be right back with the salads and mozzarella sticks. "That would be so thrilling."

"I know, right?" Mirajane giggled, an honest and true smile on her face.

"Yeah, just a hoot and a half, Me- Mira." Bambietta very nearly bit her tongue trying to catch herself from saying a name of one she would no longer see, a fact she was unsure if she should be upset about. "So what do you girls want for toppings?"

"Plain sounds good to me," Levy offered up.

"I'm good with whatever, Mirajane answered.

"Okay, plain it is." Bambietta slammed her menu shut then. She had been hoping for a few toppings, but she had made this offer to Levy after all. Besides, the Quincy knew perhaps it would be best to get accustomed to a the more basic local cuisine before sprucing it up. Still, she could not help her sarcastic self. "Sounds radical."

"And your salads and appetizers, my fair ladies," Luigi said as he returned with the first servings of food. "And have you chosen your main course?"

"Medium cheese pizza, please," Bambietta replied.

"As you wish," Luigi said before beating a hasty retreat back to the kitchen.

"Now I know what Levy can do," Bambietta said, returning her focus back at her those who sat around the round table she was at, "but what about you, Mira?"

"I, well..." The woman stammered for a moment. "Can you excuse me for a second? I kind of have to go pee."

Then she was gone in a hurry, leaving Bambietta visibly stunned. If the Quincy did not know any better, she could have sworn she saw some tears welling within Mirajane's eyes before she left.

"That's... not a good subject for her," Levy offered up as an explanation. "Mira's an S-Class wizard but she hasn't really gone on any major missions since..."

"What happened?" Bambietta asked, honestly curious and concerned.

"Her little sister, Lisanna, died on a job request," Levy continued, her voice growing withdrawn. "Mira and her brother, Elfman, were both there to see it and they both came back changed people. Ever since then Elfman's been trying to support his big sister taking on any jobs he can handle while Mira's... stepped aside from that kind of life."

"Oh." Bambietta looked down then, feeling ashamed of herself. "I should go apologize."

"Just give her a little time," Levy said, cutting Bambietta off before she could sit up. "She'll be back cheerful in a minute, don't worry. But don't say you're sorry, that will just bring it up again for her."

"I suppose that's one way to deal with a bad day," Bambietta replied. "I wish I could be so chipper all the time."

"Hey," Levy said, reaching out and placing a hand on Bambietta's own that lay on the table, "you said if you came back from the job in one piece, you'd talk to me about what's got you so down..."

Bambietta smirked for a brief second, remembering the promise she made. "Maybe later tonight. I don't want to talk about my problems in case Mira comes back in the middle of it. I don't think she needs to hear anything bad, you know?"

"Yeah, I suppose you're right," Levy said, acknowledging Bambietta's point but at the same time wondering if she was . "Maybe later then."

Levy sighed, her own curiousity getting the better of her. Bambietta was stil throwing her curve ball after curve ball. She could be so nice when she wanted to, her sarcastic barbs another matter all together, but it was such a stark contrast from the bloodthirsty woman who had returned to the guild hall having suceeded in her unsanctioned mission. The mage could only hope learning of her past life would help her understand that schism.

"Okay, sorry about that," Mirajane said as she returned to the table. "Just a little bit of an emergency. So what can you do, Bambi?"

Bambietta glanced at Mirajane, willing to relay to her the same information that she had presented to Levy early in the day. Turnabout was, after all, fair play.

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The time rolled by, the late afternoon turning to evening with the setting sun. The ladies of Fairy Tail stepped outside from Mario's Pizzeria, their bellies full and Bambietta's purse very nearly empty. It had been worth it though, the Quincy satisfied with the affairs of the day.

"I'll see you two tomorrow, okay?" Mirajane said as she walked away, waving. "I just have to check in with Master Makarov and see how he's holding up"

"Holding up?" Bambietta asked, concern in her voice. "What's the worry?"

"Oh, the Master has a lot on his plate," Levy explained. "Fairy Tail is a renowned guild, but we kind of have a little bit of a bad reputation in some ways."

"Like what?"

"Well, some of our guild members can get a little carried away while out working."

"Oh?"

"Have you ever watched a giant monster movie Lacrima?"

"A... what now?" Bambietta asked, confused by at least one of those words.

"Let's just say that sometimes when Natsu or some of our other guild members show up in a town its a little... destructive."

"No wonder Master Makarov was okay with me," Bambietta said with a slightly laugh, stopping only to grip her full stomach. "Oh, it hurts to laugh."

"So I guess we should call it a night then?"

"I suppose it is getting late," Bambietta replied. "Well, you live with the fairies, so if you wouldn't mind leading the way..."

Levy did just that then, guiding Bambietta not far from the town of Magnolia. Soon they found themselves at a grassy knoll, an elegant staircase leading up to a rather impressive complex.

"Wow," was all Bambietta could offer as she stared up at the building as she walked up the stairs. "That's some living quarters. How much is it a month?"

"One hundred thousand jewels... as a start."

"Okay, yeah," Bambietta said as she picked at her cloak, "buyer's remorse. Well, another monster kill and I'll be living in style."

"Okay, freaking me out again," Levy retorted.

"Sorry, sorry."


Cana Alberona was having one of those ideal days that she loved so much. A little work here and there and a whole lot of alcohol to wash it down with. Now however she was a having little bit of an issue. All she wanted to do was sleep off her impending hangover and yet there was a certain Fairy Tail wizard impeding her progress through the main Fairy Hills building.

"You truly are a disgrace to our guild, you know that?" That was what the haughty Evergreen of the Thunder God Tribe was saying, but to Cana it was a whole different set of words. None of them entirely intelligable to her alcohol fueled hearing, but words of some sort at the very least.

"Just... just want to... sleep, okay... Not-Titania?"

Evergreen's eyes narrowed behind her glasses then, her irritation at being compared to Fairy Tail's number one mage wearing at her as it always did. "Oh no you didn't..."

"Oh, I... I did?"


"Well, this isn't good," Levy whispered as she moved back around the corner and beside Bambietta. She had been hoping sneaking it would be easy, but clearly with Evergreen around that was not going to be the case. "We might get around Cana, since I doubt she'd even remember if she sees you, but I just know Evergreen will tattle on us to everyone within earshot."

"Mother puss bucket," Bambietta said with a sigh, shaking her head as she leaned agains the wall. The Quincy began to tighten a fist then, a thought coming to mind. "I could just knock her out when she's not looking. A little Hirenkyaku and I bet she'd never see it coming..."

"No, no violence," Levy replied. "We just need to be patient."


Evergreen was beginning to lose her cool now, her temper flaring. She knew better than to argue with a woman who could barely stand let alone talk, yet she had allowed herself to fall right into it and the woman was determined to get the last clearly spoke word in. "I swear, if Laxus was in charge instead of his grandfather, the guild wouldn't have a place in it for drunkards like you!"

"Oh... please..." Cana tried to retort. "There's... always a... little more... room... for alcohol... You know?"

Evergreen was about to scream, potentially awakening all those who may have called it a night early, when a hand clasped down on her shoulders. She turned then and found herself looking at Laki Olietta. The two mages' eyes locked then, right through their spectacles.

"Now, now," Laki said cheerfully, "we wouldn't want to deprive anyone here from whittling away the defenseless hours, would we? Let Cana get some sleep. She's going to need it if she's as wasted as she looks."

"Fine, fine!" Evergreen rasped before storming off and leaving Cana and Laki to themselves.

"Hey, where's the.. bitchy fairy... going?" Cana asked, leaning against a wall with one hand to steady herself.

"She's off to take a nap, yes," Laki explained. "Just like you should. Come on..." Laki slid under one of Cana's arms, helping to prop her up and move her down the hallway."Now just don't liberate your meals on me, all right?"


Levy peaked out again and could see the duo disappearing around a corner. "Okay, the coast is clear."

Levy began to lead Bambietta one once again, taking her quickly to the second doorway on the right. They entered as fast as they could and Levy closed the door behind them and turned on the lights.

"That's," Bambietta began to say as she took in her surroundings, "a lot of books."

Bambietta looked around then, allowing herself to truly take in the sight of row after row of bookshelve. The Quincy could not even tell if they were propped up against walls or simply standing in the center of the room. It was as if she had found herself in a maze of books, a makeshift hallway formed from the bookcases. Bambietta was beginning to wonder if there was any place for a resident to sleep, let alone a guest.

"Yeah, I guess I am a bit of a scholar," Levy called out as she disappeared around one row of bookcases.

"Or a nerd," Bambietta said under her breath. "No, no; be nice..."

The Quincy began to circle around the bookshelves looking for Levy. If there was one thing she knew for a fact is that she hoped and prayed that she did not turn a corner and find herself looking at a Hollow. Oh, how the Quincy remembered when an Arrancar had invaded Yhwach's personal library. It had been left up to Bambietta and her group to dispose of the creature.

"Yeah, Giselle," Bambietta mumbled, 'just yell 'get her;' that was a good idea."

"You say something?"

Bambietta stopped in her tracks, noticing Levy standing in a doorway that was pinned between two overbearing bookcases.

"I was just wondering where the couch is, that's all," Bambi answered, stretching her arms back as she yawned. "A girl's got to sleep after all."

"Well, I'll admit," Levy replied, "I don't exactly have a sofa you can sleep on."

"Oh?" Bambietta could not help but sigh. She began to wonder if she should have asked Mirajane instead. "Well, I suppose I could sleep on top of a bookcase. Sounds comfy. Like sleeping on a cloud... or a rainbow."

Levy began to get a little irritated at that point. "Hey, I've got a pretty big bed, but if you want to sleep on a hardwood floor or a bookcase, be my guest!"

"No, no, a big bed is just fine," Bambietta interjected. "First night in a new world and I'm sleeping with the very first nice young lady I meet. Oh, Bazz-B would be so jealous..."

Bambietta began to walk towards the doorway when suddenly a pair of light blue pajamas hit her in the face.

"Hey, what was that for?" Bambietta asked, not even bothering to remove the articles of clothing from her head for a few moments.

"Well, I figured you needed some sleepwear and-" Levy turned around then, gasping at the sight of what she did. "Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry!"

"It's okay," Bambietta replied as she pulled the top and bottom pajamas off her head. "It's the sentiment that counts, right. Better then what my last friends gave me as a gift..."

Bambietta closed her eyes then, disappearing out of sight with the pajamas.

"I'll go get changed."

Levy just stood there for a moment, holding her own choice in pajamas and staring at the empty doorway. "Bambi, what happened to you?"


Bambietta found herself alone in the bathroom of Levy's apartment, having found it after bobbing and weaving through an endless amount of bookcases. She glanced down at the pajamas she had been loaned, realizing that she had crumpled the clothing up in her hands. They had all but been tightened into fists, leaving the Quincy to admonish herself for that uncontrolled action.

"Stupid memories," she said under her breath, glancing into the mirror above the sink. "I've just got to lock them away forever. That isn't my world anymore."

Bambietta knew if she ever returned there would be hell to pay, but it was all one big if. As much as she did not care to admit it, if this new world was her permanent home, it could have been much worse. Still, there was the question of how she had gotten here in the first place. That, however, the Quincy knew was a question she would probably never be able to answer.

Bambietta stared at the reflection of herself then, trying to get her thoughts focused on something better, something positive. She had to admit, noticing the finer details of the custom made uniform that she was wearing, that the tailor had done quite fine work under such short notice. Though perhaps showing up a bloody mess and carrying the remains of a dead monster had intimidated him into working in a hurry.

Bambietta's shoulder shook slightly, the Quincy closing her eyes as she giggled at the thought. "Okay, maybe I am a little too much into violence..."

The Quincy was happy at least that her money had been well spent. The clothing she wore now was quite the reasonable replica of her Vandenreich uniform, and all the man had to work with was her description and admittedly terrible sketches.

Bambietta's eyes began to shift upwards slightly, looking at the hat especially. That was always her favorite article of the uniform. It was a little too big for her, just as the one the Vandenreich had provided, but she liked it all the same. She did not feel complete without it. The Quincy then stared at the symbol of the Stern Ritter that adorned the front of the cap, remembering well her service to the group. She was no longer a Stern Ritter, separated by worlds, but still did she wish to proudly wear that emblem. A far cry from what she was doing with Fairy Tail's own. She knew it would mean nothing to anyone of this world, that symbol, but she wanted to have some link to her past life nonetheless.

"Wait a minute..." Bambietta's eyes narrowed at the reflection for a minute. Then did they widen. "No way..."

The Quincy took her hat off then, turning it around to stare at the Vandenreich emblem itself. It was not exactly the same as the other symbol that was coming to Bambietta's mind but it was similar enough. The Quincy was beginning to wonder then how she had not noticed it before. Were they any hints that should have clued in her?

"Well, that would explain Quilge Opie," she whispered under her breath. She could remember it well, how Stern Ritter J had always been trying to convince Yhwach of his contingency plan in case the war with the Soul Society went tragically wrong. He suggested at every meeting that the Vandenreich employ BG9 and upload to the mechanical Stern Ritter's computer programs the data pertaining to youth, health, sexual fertility, intelligence and a cross section of the required skills, all to determine which Quincy would go into hiding once more to preserve the bloodline in case of the worst possible scenario. "Not to mention he always did seem to have trouble keeping his right arm from saluting His Majesty..."

Bambietta's eyes widened even further then.

"Oh hell no! That's what I was a part of?"

The Quincy had the distinct feeling that such a connection would not mean anything in this new world she was in, yet still did she want nothing to do with that symbol now. She tore from her hat the emblem of the Vandenreich with great haste, casting it into the open toilet and flushing it away. Breathing deeply, Bambietta glanced down at her headwear and sighed as she noticed the torn stitching that remained.

"I ruined my hat..."

The Quincy sighed then, realizing that she would have to spend the necessary jewel then to repair the damage. Perhaps she would simply leave it unadorned now. Then again, she had to admit that she could always put the Fairy Tail emblem in its place. That would no doubt please Master Makarov. She could also simply place the standard Quincy cross in its place. Bambietta shook her head lightly then, willing to leave the concern for another day. For now she simply wished to get changed and get some rest. She unfolded the pajamas given to her by Levy and laid then out on the edges of the sink. The Quincy began to undress then, all the while her thoughts turning against her and forcing a whiny tone to pervade her voice.

"My hat..."


Levy was beginning to fall into the grip of slumber when suddenly the door to the room opened and bathed it in light. The mage blinked a few times and sat up to see Bambietta there in the doorway.

"Oh, sorry," the Quincy said. "I didn't mean to wake you."

"It's all right," Levy replied, rubbing her eyes gently. "I hadn't really fallen asleep yet."

"Well, I'm not exactly good at this, but," Bambietta cleared her throat then as she shut off the light of the other room and closed the door, "thank you."

Levy watched as Bambietta moved towards the bed and slipped under the covers, her back towards the mage. It was then that the mage was beginning to think she had overestimated her bed. It was spacious for one person but not quite as accommodating for two as she had hoped. It left Levy wishing that she had found space for an actual sofa or even a spare bed of some sort, but she was willing to do what she could for this woman in need. After all, if all went well with jobs in the morning, she would no doubt have a place to stay all of her by nightfall.

"It's nothing," Levy said as she laid back down, her own back towards Bambietta as she pulled the sheets back up to her shoulder. "But I still do have one question."

A yawn echoed forth from Bambietta, slowly followed by one word. "What?"

"I just... want to be there for you, okay?" Levy asked. "So please... what happened to you?"

There was silence then, an uncomfortable sort that left the Solid Script mage regretting that she had brought the subject up again. Seconds passed, turning to minutes, and the young lady half expected to hear signs that her guest had truly fallen asleep. A snore, anything. What she had not expected was for the woman to finally answer.

"I had friends."

Levy heard it then, a haunting sensation of pain lingering in those words, once more leaving regret even broaching the subject. "Bambi, you don't have to-"

"I had friends," the Quincy repeated, her legs slowly curling up towards the center of her body, her skin running cold for a moment. "The 'guild' I worked for, I made friends there. I thought we were going to be there for each other until the very end. But when I needed them the most, they..."

Bambietta could not help herself then, a whimper slipping through her lips as her body shook for a moment. Her face clenched up then, the Quincy fighting against the weakness she felt she possessed, a need to let any more tears be shed.

"We had a mission," Bambietta continued to say, all the while fighting the urge to physically react to the memories that were flooding into her thoughts, "and they abandoned me."

"That's just-"

"And then when I was lying broken and battered on the ground, they came back. I needed their help and all they did was... was twist the knife in my back."

Levy did not know what to say. Such cruelty seemed so foreign to a wizard who had spent her entire career among the Fairy Tail guild that it just left her mind numb to imagine it.

"I was far from a nice girl," Bambietta said quietly, her voice no longer on the verge of shattering her composure again. "Maybe I deserved to be betrayed, but they hurt me so much that I..."

"Bambi?"

"I'm sorry, Levy. I just need... to sleep..."

Levy let the subject go then, understanding that there was some form of darkness in Bambietta's past that she should not pry into. If the woman wished to share it with her of her own accord, then she would be there, but she would not force the issue if she could not handle it.

"Bambi, I'm sorry." There was no answer. "Bambi?" There was still no answer, at least not at first. Then did a snore echo across the bedroom, leaving Levy to giggle slightly as she shut her eyes and drift into sleep as best she could.

However, if she had taken the opportunity to look over at her newfound friend, she would have seen tears slipping down from the sleeping Quincy's eyes. However, whether they were tears born from losing old friends or from gaining new ones, that was a question that only Bambietta's inner most dreams could answer.


The next day started well enough, neither the wizard nor the Quincy making mention of things that had gone in the past. They had simply prepared themselves for another day, Bambietta having washed her new uniform with Levy's own laundry. It was the least she could do for the woman who had bent the rules to give her a roof over her head.

Slipping out of Fairy Hills had been easy enough, Bambietta and Levy making their leave long after the majority had already awakened and left. The duo had made their way down to Magnolia, stopping at seamstress to repair the damaged hat. In the end Bambietta had decided on the emblem of the Quincy cross. It had cost her the last of her jewels but it had been worth it. Now the Fairy Tail duo was at the guild hall to look for anything that could help bolster the Quincy's financial standing.

As always the guild hall was packed with wizards, most of them simply living it up. Bambietta could see Mirajane serving beer to several of the wizards, leaving her amused at the prospect of any drunken scuffles breaking out. The Quincy could not help but smile at the thought of interjecting herself such a brawl but she quickly brought that smirk down, realizing that would only incite Levy's concern for her.

"Let's see what we've got on the board today," Levy said as they approached. "Maybe that dog walking Mira mentioned would be the best."

"No way," Bambietta replied, still bit willing to completely throw away the chance for some fun despite Levy's concerns. "Maybe there's an A-Class missi-

"I'm back!"

Bambietta stopped everything she was doing, the sound of a rather loud mouthed individual catching her completely off guard. She whirled around then and could see a rather oddly dressed young man with pink hair in the guild hall's doorway. A scarf was wrapped around his neck, a vest leaving the majority of his upper body on display.

"Oh," Bambietta said as she watched the young man ran over to a table and kick one of the wizards sitting there in the face, yelling about poor information. "I like this guy already. Kind of reminds me of Bazz-B, though at least he's got a better haircut. Who's he?"

"That's the Dragon Slayer I told you about," Levy offered. "One of Fairy Tail's most well-known wizards, Natsu Dragneel."

"The guy I wanted to fight?" A delightfully twisted grin began to cover Bambietta's face. "Oh yes, best day ever..."


There you go everyone, the 2nd chapter. Its seems Bambietta has made a new friend in Levy. Which is good, she's going to need all the friends she can get if she wants to get through this whole ordeal.

Also hope you all enjoyed that moment when she realized the vandenriech was...well...you know...Nazi's...What, its true, and you know it!

And yes my readers, Bambietta WILL fight Natsu. Who will win? Only one way to find out!

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