Like I said before, the plan was a release every five days, but I'm also an impatient bastard. Logic and impulsive desire fought, and impulse won.
WateryPaper: I have not read the Minato one-shot from last year, though I do plan on it! And I agree, Minato is my favorite kage too!
kuroshiragami0: I appreciate it! I hope the second chapter doesn't disappoint!
KaidoFett: What can I say? Minato is my favorite Naruto character and Erza is my favorite Fairy Tail character! And yes, it will not be an immediate relationship. This will be a slight slow burn!
..been enlightened, Erza!
…scaring me, Jellal!
…ill Minato, then.
"JELLAL!" Erza shot straight up, her body immediately pulsating in protest as her sharp movements rocked the small boat. Her breath came in short, panicked gasps as her hand flew to her face, fingers trembling as they traced the makeshift bandage covering her right eye. Pain lanced through her head, memories flooding back in disjointed fragments.
Where? How? Her eye snapped from left to right before noticing the limp figure beside her.
"Minato?" she mumbled quietly, reaching out to the boy's face. He was still unconscious, his breathing shallow, crimson stains in his otherwise golden hair. She grimaced at the bruises along his back. She looked around. They were in the middle of the ocean, no land in sight in any direction. The Tower of Heaven was gone.
Erza's hand trembled as memories flowed through her mind. She remembered leaving Minato behind to save Jellal. She remembered walking into the torture room. Then it all went so, so wrong.
Jellal had changed. His eyes, once full of hope and determination, had turned cold and cruel. She remembered the mad grin on his face and the way he'd laughed as he'd told her about "true freedom, " about how he would build the Tower of Heaven himself to resurrect the dark wizard Zeref.
Then he had taken her eye.
Erza shuddered, wrapping her arms around herself as the small boat rocked with the waves. What would they do now? Where would they go? Her good eye turned to the horizon, where a faint smudge of green was beginning to appear. Land. A surge of hope swelled in her chest, quickly tempered by the crushing weight of reality.
"Wake up," she murmured, gently shaking his shoulder. "Please wake up, Minato."
His eyelids fluttered but remained closed. Erza bit her lip, fighting back tears. She wouldn't cry. Not now. They needed to survive first.
With trembling fingers, she checked Minato's injuries. His back was a canvas of purple bruises, and his breathing came in shallow, labored gasps. Had he broken ribs? Internal bleeding? She had no way to know, no way to help.
Her eye set in a grim determination. She searched the boat for anything useful. There was a single oar tucked underneath the one seat on the boat. With determined hands, she began to row toward the smudge on the horizon. Each stroke sent flashes of pain through her arms, but she refused to stop. Minato was all she had left.
As they drew closer, she could see people moving about on the docks, tiny figures going about their daily lives. Would they help two injured children? Or would they turn them away? Erza's hand found Minato's, squeezing it tightly.
"Don't leave me," she whispered. "Not you, too."
The boat drifted toward the harbor, carried by the gentle current. Erza tried to stand, to wave her arms and call for help, but her body betrayed her. Pain shot through her limbs, and she collapsed back beside Minato.
"Help!" she tried to call, but her voice came out as little more than a rasp. "Please, help us!"
Perhaps it was luck, or perhaps it was fate, but a fisherman spotted their small craft bobbing toward the docks. He shouted something Erza couldn't hear, and suddenly, several people were rushing to the edge of the pier.
"Children!" someone cried out. "There are children in that boat!"
Hands reached for them as the boat bumped against the dock. Erza didn't even know when she lost consciousness, but the last thing she felt was a warmth covering her.
Erza woke to a sterile stench. She wrinkled her nose as her eye fluttered open, revealing a room with warm, brown walls. She sat up slowly, her arms searing with pain, but she didn't care. The only thing on her mind was Minato. She looked around desperately, relief filling her when she found him on another bed. He looked peaceful, his breaths deeper than the ones on the boat.
"Easy there, young lady," a kind voice cautioned. A woman with silver-streaked hair moved to her bedside, gently pressing her back against the pillows. "You've been through quite an ordeal."
"How long…?" Erza tried asking, her voice coming out raspy and grave. The woman's expression softened as she handed her a glass of water.
As Erza greedily drank the glass, the woman finally spoke, "The two of you were unconscious for three days. You're bodies were severely malnourished and dehydrated. And on top of that, it looked like you had taken quite a beating."
The woman leaned in close, her eyes shimmering with concern, "What happened to the two of you? Who did this?"
Erza's hand flew to her left eye, or rather, where it should have been. Jellal's voice echoed in her mind: Tell anyone about this place, and I'll kill them all.
"We were attacked," Erza murmured quietly, technically not lying.
"By?"
Erza hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to say. She bit her lip, thinking of everyone on the island. Simon, Sho, Milliana, Grandpa Rob, everyone…
"A group of pirates," she whispered, the lie tasting like ash, "They killed everyone on board, Minato and I were the only ones able to make it to a lifeboat. We were stranded in the oceans for a few days…"
The woman nodded, writing that down into the clipboard on her, though her eyes did contain a flash of doubt. She gently placed a hand on the redhead's shoulder, "I'm sorry you had to go through that, but the important thing is that you're safe now. You're in Hargeon. My name is Hannah, I'm a doctor."
Erza tilted her head, her brow furrowing, "Hargeon? Is that near Fiore?"
Hannah gave a soft chuckle, "You're still in Fiore, dear. Hargeon is a port town on the southern coast."
Erza perked up, her expression becoming hopeful. But now what? Even if they were in Fiore, where could they go? Rosemary and Marigold were both destroyed, so they couldn't go home to either. As Erza slowly descended down a small pit of despair, a loud commotion echoed through the walls.
"…amn Fairy Tail lunatics! They don't know the meaning of restraint!"
"I know! They nearly leveled Orchyndale!"
"… weren't they supposed to protect that town?"
"YES!"
Erza's head snapped up at the words. Fairy Tail. Grandpa Rob had mentioned that name—his guild. The family he'd spoken of with such fondness during those dark nights in their cell.
"Did they say Fairy Tail?" she asked, her voice stronger now.
The woman gave a soft, exasperated laugh, "Yes, I'm afraid. They're wizards from a guild in Magnolia. They're powerful, but they tend to do a bit more harm than good." She moved over to Minato, placing her hand on his forehead before adjusting his blanket.
"How far away is Magnolia?"
The woman raised a brow at the young girl's question. She couldn't possibly… "About one day's ride by train, but I would suggest not interacting with them. I'm certain there are far more safer guilds than Fairy Tail, young lady."
Erza remembered Grandpa Rob's words as a small smile tugged at her lips.
"Fairy Tail is chaos incarnate! You will never find a guild that's more than willing to pummel its own members while still putting their own lives on the line to save them!"
"They sound perfect," Erza said quietly.
Hannah didn't press the issue, merely sighing as she checked on Minato again, "Your friend is recovering well. His ribs were bruised but not broken. He should wake up soon."
As if on cue, Minato's eyes fluttered open, a small groan leaving his lips.
"When I said soon, I didn't mean 'one second,'" Hannah murmured quietly, impressed by the boy's resilience as a flash of red appeared before the blond boy.
"Minato!" she whispered breathlessly, feeling her anxiety rise.
Minato tried blinking, his vision blurry and unfocused as he acclimated to the bright room. All he could see was a blurry mass of red hovering over him.
"Erza," he croaked, voice barely audible. "You're alive."
Tears welled in her one good eye as she reached for his hand. "We both are."
The silence that followed was answer enough. Minato closed his eyes, a small smile gracing his lips. Sensing the moment's heaviness, Hannah quietly excused herself to give them privacy.
"Erza—"
"Minato—"
They both paused, then smiled weakly at each other. Minato struggled to sit up, wincing at the pain that flared through his ribs.
"Easy," Erza cautioned, helping him adjust the pillows behind his back. "The doctor says you're badly bruised."
Minato's eyes drifted to the bandage covering her right eye, his expression darkening with guilt. "I'm sorry," he whispered. "I should have been there. I should have been faster! I should have—!"
"And I should have been stronger!" Erza shouted, her face burning with self-loathing and pity. "If I had been stronger, I could have saved or stopped Jellal! I could have saved everyone! I could have helped you!"
Minato stood silent, his mouth agape in shock. His eyes dropped to the bedding. The room remained as silent as it was still. The two children simply sat there, attempting to glean as much comfort from the other's presence.
It wasn't until Minato spoke up that the silence was shattered, "Then we have a goal then."
Erza perked up, eager for the distraction, "Goal?"
Minato nodded firmly, an odd glint of resolve forming in his eyes. He pointed at her, "You become stronger," then patted his chest, "And I'll become faster!"
Erza's eyes widened before a small smile crept onto her face. "Together," she added, extending her hand. "We'll do it together."
Minato nodded, taking her hand in his. "Always."
The two gripped each other's hand firmly, a similar yet starkly different thought burning through them both.
I will be strong enough! Strong enough to protect Minato, strong enough to protect my friends!
I have to be faster! Fast enough to stop anyone from even thinking of harming Erza or anyone else!
Minato couldn't help but give a grim smile. Rob's words were already starting to take effect. He would protect Erza, just as she would protect him.
"But first," Minato murmured, "we need to find out our immediate plan. Where should—-"
"Magnolia!" Erza interrupted, her expression bright for the first time since they left their cells, "I heard that Fairy Tail was in Magnolia."
Minato felt his heart skip a beat. Fairy Tail? Mr. Rob's guild…
"How far away?"
"According to Ms. Hannah, one day by train."
Minato shot to his feet, wincing at the pain from his sharp movements. "No time to waste then! Let's get on the nearest train an—"
"Not so fast, young man!" Hannah's sharp voice came from the doorway as she reentered the room. "Neither of you are in any condition to travel!"
"But we need to get to Magnolia!" Erza protested, her voice faltering at the sharp pain throbbing in her head.
Hannah's expression softened, "And you will, but not until you're healthy enough to travel. In your condition, you could have an infection in your eye socket, or you, young man, could have internal bleeding! I doubt either of you want to pass out before you make it to Fairy Tail, yes?"
Erza deflated, her shoulders slumping. Minato considered arguing before sighing, his rational side finally returning to him. He gently patted her shoulder, "Three days isn't so long," he sighed, though his own disappointment was still visible. Erza nodded slowly, comforted more by Minato's quiet reassurance than she could admit, even to herself.
Hannah looked at them with sadness in her heart. Even if what Erza had told her was a fabrication, it was clear these kids still went through hell. The girl had lost her eye, for god's sake.
"I'll bring you some proper food. Your bodies are still severely malnourished." With a grateful nod from Minato, she left.
Erza turned to Minato, her expression anxious. Minato felt a pang of sorrow at her current state. She had tucked her legs under her arms, her head underneath her arms. Carefully, he maneuvered himself so he sat beside her, their legs touching.
"What's wrong?" he muttered quietly, his eyes filled with worry and concern.
"It's just…" Erza hesitated for a moment before her hands gripped at the hem of the medical garbs this place had provided for them. She took a calming breath. "I want to trust Grandpa Rob," she murmured quietly, "but what if Fairy Tail rejects us?"
Minato's lips pressed into a firm line as understanding dawned on him. It makes sense, after all. For almost a full year, the two of them suffered and witnessed the darkest side of humanity. To think Erza could trust so easily again would be stupid, at best.
He looked over her again, small and frail. Nothing like the girl that had helped during their revolt. It was wrong. Before his mind could even begin to register his movements, his arm was already wrapping around her shoulders and pulling her against him, minding her injuries.
Erza stiffened at first, unused to such gentle contact after months of cruelty. But slowly, she relaxed against him, her body melting into his embrace.
"I don't think they'll reject us," Minato admitted softly, "Mr. Rob spoke too highly of them for them to be so cruel. But, even if they do…"
Minato urged her to look at him directly. A single, anxious brown eye met two sincere-filled blue. "We'll face it together. I won't leave you, Erza. Not now, not ever."
For a moment, Erza stared at Minato, carefully searching for anything that could signify a lie. Instead? She found an earnestness that almost hurt. Erza leaned into his embrace, her body relaxing slightly at his words. "Promise?"
Minato suppressed a wheeze as he held her tighter.
"Promise," Minato said firmly.
The two stayed that way for a long moment. When Hannah returned with food, she found them asleep, Erza's head on Minato's shoulder.
The woman sighed, carefully pushing them both back into the bed. However, as she tried to lift Erza and take her back into her own bed, Erza flinched in her sleep, clutching onto Minato even tighter.
Hannah's gaze eased up slightly, tucking Erza in with Minato, "Poor things."
The next three days passed in a blur of anticipation. Hannah watched over them with maternal concern, fussing over Erza's bandages and carefully observing Minato's ribs. They ate greedily, their bodies desperately making up for months of neglect. Hannah had arranged for them to receive proper clothes. Minato had gained a plain pair of black pants and a bland white t-shirt, slightly hidden under a new grey, zip-up jacket that he had chosen to leave open.
Similarly, Erza had a simple blue blouse, white skirt, and black pants underneath her skirt. Erza examined her clothing with a mix of gratitude and awe. It had been such a long time since she had worn anything more than the rags the cult had provided for them.
"How do I look?" she asked shyly, fidgeting on her feet.
Minato blinked, looking over her, much to her embarrassment.
"That look suits you," he said softly, giving her a soft smile.
Erza ducked her head, a faint blush dusting her cheeks. "Thank you," she murmured.
"And you too," she added, gesturing to his new clothes. "You look... normal."
Minato smiled at that. Normal. After everything they'd been through, normal seemed like a miracle. "I'll take that as a compliment."
Erza gave him a grin, "Good."
The door opened as Hannah entered the room, two packs of supplies with her. She held in a weary sigh, "I wish I was able to convince you both to not join Fairy Tail, but I know a losing battle when I see one. So instead, I packed some supplies for you."
She carefully handed both of them their packs, "Some food, water, a change of clothes, some extra bandages for Erza, and enough jewels to buy two tickets to Magnolia."
Erza's form trembled slightly as the pack entered her arms. Minato clutched the pack tightly, instantly giving Hannah a deep bow, "Thank you for everything."
The doctor's eyes softened. "Just promise me you'll take care of each other." Her gaze lingered on Erza's eye patch. "And when you reach Magnolia, see a proper healer. Your wound still needs attention. And promise me you will write back to me the moment you get there."
The children nodded solemnly. After a tearful goodbye with Hannah, they made their way to the train station. The bustle of Hargeon's streets was overwhelming after their isolation. Shopkeepers hawked their wares while the crowded noises of children and their parents filled their ears.
Minato noticed Erza pulling closer to him as they navigated through the crowds, her single eye darting nervously at the sheer number of people around them. But, as they walked past another shop, she stopped. Minato felt her tug at his sleeve as she pointed at a small building.
He raised a brow. A bakery?
Minato hesitated for a moment before gently taking her hand. "Come on," he said with a small smile. "I think we have enough jewels to spare."
The bell above the door jingled as the pair walked in, and immediately, the sweet smell of the baked goods assaulted their noses. Erza, in particular, seemed the most affected, her eyes widening at the aroma.
"Welcome!" the lady behind the counter called out cheerfully.
Erza stood stunned at the sheer amount of choices before her. Giving her a small grin, he turned back to the baker, "Is there anything you would recommend?"
The lady grinned, "Our strawberry cake is the talk of the town! I guarantee you'll enjoy it!"
Minato nodded and pulled out some of their jewels. "Two slices, please."
They sat at a small table by the window, and Erza stared at the slice of cake placed before her as if it might disappear. She watched as Minato took a bite into his slice. He gave her a grin as he swallowed his piece, prompting her to do the same.
The moment the cake touched her tongue, her eyes widened. The taste of the cake exploded in her mouth as she felt an exhilaration she had never felt before.
"This is... amazing," she whispered, her voice filled with wonder. Her next bite was bigger, more eager. Minato watched with amusement as her expression shifted from curiosity to pure joy.
"Good?" he asked unnecessarily.
"Better than good," Erza replied, closing her eye in bliss. "I've never tasted anything like this."
For a small, brief moment, there was nothing more than the two of them and their slices of cake. No Tower of Heaven, no lost friends and mentors, no pain.
As Erza finished her cake, she looked at the display case, her gaze holding a fringe of longing.
Minato smiled, understanding her silent wish but knowing they needed to be careful with their limited funds.
"We'll come back someday," he promised. "Who knows, perhaps there are some bakeries in Magnolia?"
Her expression brightened at the idea of it. "You're right! Maybe there is a bakery in Magnolia!"
When they arrived at the train station, it was filled to the brim with people from all walks of life. Wealthy businessmen, down-to-earth laborers, witty entertainers—everyone was here. Minato led Erza to the counter, where a ticket seller was waiting, bored out of her mind.
"Two tickets to Magnolia, please," Minato spoke politely, carefully counting the jewels that Hannah had graciously given them. The ticket seller gave a sigh as she barely glanced at them, taking the money before sliding over two tickets.
"Platform three leaves in half an hour," came her monotone voice.
Minato nodded in thanks as he handed Erza her ticket, walking towards their intended platform. They clutched their packs as they seated themselves on a bench, speaking in hushed tones throughout the thirty minutes. The train whistle came sharply, startling both of them from their conversation. Its doors opened as a mass of people spilled out before welcoming in new ones.
"That's us," Erza murmured, standing quietly. Minato nodded, giving her a reassuring smile as they walked towards the interior of the train. The two grunted as they were forced to bump against other passengers as they funneled into the locomotive.
The inside of the train was nicer than anything they had seen within the past few months. It had plush seats, polished wooden paneling, and large windows. They found an empty seat near the rear compartment where they could sit in relative comfort.
Erza's eye stared out at the rolling countryside as the train jerked forward, watching as Hargeon became just a blotch on the horizon.
"Do you think Fairy Tail will be nice?" she asked abruptly, her face still looking outside.
"I think so," Minato replied instantly, his eyes focusing on the horizon, "The way Mr. Rob spoke of them… I don't think they'd be bad."
The countryside rolled past their window—green fields, small villages, and forests that seemed to stretch endlessly. It was their first real glimpse of Fiore, and both children drank in the sights with quiet amazement.
As evening approached, Erza's head finally began to droop in exhaustion. Minato nudged her gently, "Erza, it's fine if you want to rest, but we have to change that bandage first."
Erza nodded before a flash of awareness hit her, her cheeks blushing a light scarlet. She couldn't possibly change her bandage in front of all these people! A small rustling earned her attention, watching as Minato took off his jacket. Erza stared at him as he tied the sleeves around the post of their own seat and the one in front, acting as a makeshift curtain.
Erza's heart swelled with gratitude. She gave him a thankful glance as she rummaged through her pack, bringing out a clean cloth.
"Do you need help?" he asked quietly, averting his eyes to give her some privacy.
"I'm fine," she murmured, though her hands trembled slightly as she untied the bandage around her eye. Clenching her hands tightly, she sighed in frustration. "Actually… yes."
He turned back, his expression tranquil as he helped her wrap the clean cloth around her head. His hands were gentle and precise in their movements. Erza watched as he worked, his eyes focused intently on making sure the bandage was comfortable and snug. His face brightened as he finished it, "There we go, nice and clean."
Erza gave him a soft smile as she leaned back into the seat, quietly whispering, "Thank you."
As night fell, the train's rhythm gently rocked Erza to sleep, her head drooping against Minato's shoulder as she surrendered to sweet calls of rest. He looked down at her with a warm gaze before locking his sight on her bandage. A cold anger surged in him, one that he tried to quell.
He knew the promises he made—to protect her, to never leave her—but the reality of their situation hit him like a physical blow. They were two children, traumatized and injured, heading toward an unknown future based on the words of a man who had died for them. What if Fairy Tail wasn't what Rob had described? What if they were turned away?
Minato's jaw tightened. It didn't matter. He would find a way to keep Erza safe, to give her the life she deserved. He owed that much to Rob, to everyone they'd left behind.
To Erza, however, she had a different outlook. She didn't want to be protected, she wanted to protect. He had given everything he had to make sure she stayed alive after she had lost consciousness on the island. When she awoke to the sight of his battered body on the boat, she knew. She had to protect him as he protected her. They were in this together.
As dawn broke, the train's whistle pierced the morning calm, startling Minato awake. He blinked blearily, momentarily disoriented until he felt the weight against his shoulder—Erza, still sound asleep. The conductor's voice rang through the compartment.
"Magnolia Station! Five minutes to Magnolia!"
Minato gently shook Erza's shoulder. "Wake up," he coaxed gently. "We're almost there."
Erza stirred, her eye fluttering open. It was filled with a momentary flash of confusion as she took in her surroundings.
"Magnolia?" she asked, her voice thick with sleep.
"Yep," he nodded, gathering what little they had. A soft groan escaped her lips as she stretched her limbs, her eye focusing on the outside as the train slowed down. She felt the air leave her lungs as she took in the sight. It was a large, beautifully designed city with a river separating it into multiple zones. But one of the most breathtaking sights was the massive lake the river fed into. It was beautiful and blue. In the distance, perched on a hill, stood a large, castle-like structure with a red flag fluttering in the breeze.
"Do you think that's it?" Erza said, pointing to the building.
"Maybe," Minato replied, his heart racing with excitement and trepidation, "but we should ask around, just to be sure."
"That makes sense," Erza nodded, her supply pack still tightly in her grasp. The two exited the station, looking for the nearest friendly-looking person they could find.
"What about her?" Erza called out, pointing at a fruit vendor. Minato gave a nod as the two approached her. The middle-aged woman gave a smile as they approached.
"Hello there, children!" she greeted cheerfully, "you two look a little lost."
Minato gave a small chuckle at her words as Erza stared at the plums on her table.
"We are a little lost, ma'am," Minato admitted politely, pulling out some of the remaining jewels, "I'd like some plums, ma'am. And could you point us in the direction of Fairy Tail, please?"
The woman's brow raised as she bagged some plums for the pair, "Fairy Tail, huh? Well, their guild hall is the second largest building in Magnolia, only beaten out by Kardia Cathedral. It's on the shores of Lake Scilliora, you can't miss it. Bonus points if you find it by audio first!"
"Audio?" Erza asked, grabbing the offered plums.
'You'll know what I mean," the woman laughed.
Minato and Erza exchanged puzzled glances before thanking the vendor. They walked through Magnolia's bustling streets, taking in the sights of the picturesque town. Colorful houses lined cobblestone streets, and flower boxes adorned windowsills. People greeted each other warmly as they went about their business.
"What do you think she meant by that?" Erza mumbled as she munched on one of her plums, her face lighting up at the sweet taste.
"No idea," Minato replied, his eyes roaming over each shop they passed, "I guess we'll have just have to trust that we'll know when we hear—"
"YOU BLUE HAIRED BUM! THAT WAS MY BOOZE!"
"LIES, YOU SMOKE HUFFING DRUNKARD!"
"WHAT WAS THAT!?"
"YOU HEARD ME!"
"BOUT TO WISH I DIDN'T!"
"HERE WE GO AGAIN!"
The distant sounds of chaos echoed through the streets, followed by the unmistakable noise of furniture breaking and glass shattering. Minato and Erza exchanged glances before breaking into a run, following the sounds of destruction. As they rounded a corner, they saw it—a three-story building with a large orange banner bearing a strange emblem—the same mark Rob had etched into the prison walls.
"That's it!" Erza gasped, her eye wide with recognition.
A man came flying through one of the windows, landing with a thud on the street, laying limp on the ground as he groaned. Minato blinked before rushing over.
"Sir? Are you okay?"
The man gave out an odd noise, a mixture of a groan and laugh. His dark blue hair was disheveled as he lifted himself up into a sitting position.
"Yeah, yeah," he muttered, "Just another Tuesday."
Erza held back a laugh as Minato felt a sense of exasperation hit him. Well, he thought to himself, it's exactly like Mr. Rob said it was.
"Are you kids lost or something?" the man asked, rubbing his head as he took in their appearance, his gaze lingering on Erza's eye patch for a moment.
"We're looking for Fairy Tail," Erza said firmly, feeling more resolute now that their goal was literally within sight, "Are you a member?"
The man snorted, rising fully to his feet and patting himself down. "Unfortunately, yes. Name's Macao Conbolt." He waved for them to follow him inside as the sounds of chaos were rumbling inside.
"So, why Fairy Tail?" Macao asked. "I mean, I love this guild, but surely you've thought of different guilds to go?"
He winced as he saw both kids' eyes dim. It seems he had touched a sore spot.
Minato hesitated before speaking, "We… we were sent here by a man named Rob. He said Fairy Tail would take us in."
The moment Minato mentioned Rob, Macao turned sharply, "Old man Rob?" he asked incredulously, "Kid, Rob disappeared years ago on a job. Nobody's heard from him since!"
"He was captured," Erza said tightly, "We were with him in a… really bad place."
Macao paused for a moment, his eyes roaming over their faces. He wasn't the smartest member of Fairy Tail, but he wasn't stupid either. A small hint of understanding bloomed on his face.
"I see," he spoke quietly, "and since he isn't with you, I'm assuming…"
The pair stayed quiet, confirming what Macao thought.
"…He was one of our best," Macao murmured, "Come on, let's get you inside and all Fairy Tailed up."
Minato and Erza followed Macao through the doors of the guild, only to freeze at the threshold. The interior was absolute chaos. Tables were overturned, chairs flying through the air, and wizards of all shapes and sizes were locked in what appeared to be an all-out brawl.
One man with a smoking pipe had another member in a headlock with a grin on his face. He looked up and saw Macao enter the guild hall.
"Oh! Back for more, eh, Macao!?"
Macao smirked, cracking his knuckles. "Not now, Wakaba. Got some business first." He gestured to the children behind him. "These kids say they were with Rob."
The entire guild hall went silent at the mention of Rob's name. Fights paused mid-punch, drinks froze halfway to lips, and all eyes turned toward the entrance where Minato and Erza stood. Both kids met their gazes with a set firmness, not backing down.
"Rob, you say?" a gruff yet warm voice called out. Minato turned to the voice and blinked at the sight of a rather short old man in an orange, jester-like outfit.
Though, Minato mused, despite his size, I can feel the sheer aura behind him. Is this…?
"Yes, sir," Minato said softly, "He told us stories about Fairy Tail and urged us to find it if we ever escaped."
"Escaped?" the old man repeated, his bushy eyebrows drawing together. "I am Makarov Dreyar, the Master of this guild. Come with me, children. The rest of you—" he cast a stern glare at his children, causing them to flinch back and chuckle nervously, "No more breaking things, you brats!"
Makarov led them to a small office at the back of the guild hall, gesturing for them to take seats across from his desk. The old man hopped onto his chair, his keen eyes studying the children before him.
"Now," he said gently, "tell me everything."
Minato and Erza exchanged glances, their silent communication speaking volumes. Jellal's threat hung over them like a shadow. Tell anyone about this place, and I'll kill them all.
"We were enslaved," Minato began carefully, choosing his words. "A dark cult captured people from villages across Fiore. They... they took us to build something."
They slowly filled Makarov in with a fabricated version of their story. They were slaves on an island far from the coasts of Fiore. They suffered there for a full year, befriending Rob. Eventually, they led a slave revolt, toppling the people that had imprisoned them as well. A small fragment of the remaining slavers tried to attack them while they were exhausted, only for Rob to step in and save their lives at the cost of his own. They left out anything involving Jellal, Zeref, the cult, or the R-System.
With every word they spoke, Makarov's gentle eyes darkened. After they finished their retelling, Makarov sat silently for a long moment.
"I see," he spoke softly. "Rob was a dear friend to me and everyone in the guild. When we had heard that he disappeared, we searched for months, but to no avail."
His eyes turned to them, softening at their grim expressions, "I am deeply sorry for what you have endured, children. And you have my thanks for bringing word of Rob's passing, though it shatters my heart to hear it."
He gave them a warm smile, "I have heard your story, yet not your names."
The pair blinked in surprise as they realized they hadn't introduced themselves.
"My apologies," Minato bowed, his cheeks burning slightly at his rudeness, "My name is Minato Namikaze."
Erza mimicked his bow, though a lot more stiffly, "I'm Erza."
The Master looked at her with an intrigued gaze, "No surname?"
Erza shook her name, "No, I was never given one."
"Well, that's not right," the Master said thoughtfully, stroking his chin, "a beautiful young lady like yourself needs a surname to match!"
Erza's cheek flushed slightly at the compliment as Makarov hummed thoughtfully.
"Erza…BlazingScarletMaiden?" Minato threw out, but his own face became a crimson shade of red as Erza stared at him flatly as Makarov laughed.
"Good attempt," Makarov chuckled, "But it doesn't quite roll off the tongue."
"Genius, you may be, but definitely not at naming things," she murmured quietly.
Minato held back a pout as he thought harder. After only a moment's thought, his eyes lit up, "Scarlet, then. It's short, simple, and highlights your most noticeable feature."
"Scarlet?" Erza repeated, her hand unconsciously reaching up to touch her crimson locks. Back during their time on the island, she would never have considered her hair beautiful. If anything, her red hair often made her a target for the guards. It would always catch their eyes. She grew to despise it.
Minato nodded, focusing on her hair, "It's a beautiful shade of red I've never seen before."
Erza felt her cheeks warm, a rare sight that gave Minato pause as he averted his eyes.
"Erza Scarlet?" she tested softly, enjoying the way it felt on her lips. But more than that, it wasn't just a name—it was the first gift Minato had given her, aside from her freedom. Something that was truly hers.
"It's perfect," she said softly.
Makarov nodded, his eyes twinkling. "Erza Scarlet it is, then. A fine name for a fine young wizard."
"We're not wizards yet," Minato admitted. "I know some Sealing Arts, but..."
"Actually," Erza spoke up nervously, "When Je— er, a pirate attacked me, I did use magic, I think…"
Minato perked up with interest. "You did?"
Erza nodded hesitantly. "When... when Jellal..." her voice faltered slightly before she steadied herself. "When I was fighting, I felt something inside me respond to my desperation. Suddenly, I could move the weapons around me without touching them."
Makarov leaned forward, his eyes sparkling with interest. "Telekinesis," he murmured. "The ability to move objects with your mind. A powerful form of magic, especially in one so young."
Makarov took a breath before placing a wide, warm smile on his face.
Minato held back a flinch. He and Mr. Rob gave the exact same grandfatherly smile. It almost hurt to look at it.
"Now, I have a feeling I know the answer, but I must ask," Makarov spoke softly, "Do you wish to join Fairy Tail?"
"Without question!" The two spoke in unison, their answers firm and resolute, already formed the moment they stepped into the guild.
Makarov grinned, "Wonderful! Let's make it official, shall we?"
He hopped off his desk with surprising agility, surprising both kids as he urged them to follow. The two turned to each other, smiles slowly growing on their faces as Makarov led them to the main hall.
"It looks like most of the guildmembers have settled down," Minato observed, taking in the now somewhat quiet atmosphere.
Makarov moved to the top of the stairs and cleared his throat loudly, "All right, you little brats! Today, we welcome two new members to our ever-growing family! Minato Namikaze and Erza Scarlet!"
A deafening cheer lit up the main hall as guildmembers raised their drinks in celebration. Minato flinched at the sudden noise as Erza smiled gently. The warm atmosphere was very welcome, in her opinion.
"Now, where would you like your guild marks, and what color?"
Minato paused, his eyes scrunched in thought. His gaze slowly shifted over to Erza before making up his mind. He rolled his right sleeve, "Here, please, on my shoulder. And I'd like red."
Makarov nodded, stamping the red Fairy Tail emblem onto Minato's shoulder. The mark tingled slightly as it settled into his skin, a warm sensation that felt oddly comforting. He turned to Erza with an expectant look.
Erza hesitated, her hand unconsciously moving to touch her upper arm. "Yellow," she said finally. "On my left arm, please."
Makarov nodded, pressing the stamp against her skin. The guild mark glowed briefly before settling into a vibrant yellow emblem on her left arm. Erza stared at it with wonder, tracing the outline with her fingers.
"It's official," Makarov declared, his voice carrying throughout the hall. "Welcome to Fairy Tail, my children!"
The crowd cheered as the two kids descended down the steps. Among them, a kid around their age bolted from behind the adults, skidding to a stop in front of them, "Hey! I'm Cana! Welcome to Fairy Tail!"
She grasped Erza's hands into her own, "I'm glad to finally have another girl to talk to!"
Erza blinked at the girl's immediate friendliness, stunned by her greeting.
Before she could respond, Cana had already moved on to Minato, her smile never faltering.
"T-thank you?" Erza managed to utter, overwhelmed by Cana's delighted attitude.
"So, what kind of magic do you use?" Cana asked, releasing Erza's hands to dig into her bag. Minato blinked as she pulled out a deck of cards, "I use Card Magic! It's not powerful yet, but Master Makarov says I'm getting stronger every day!"
"I-uh…" Erza stumbled, stunlocked by the girl's tenacity, "I use telekinesis, or so Master Makarov says…"
"Like moving stuff with your mind?" Cana asked brightly, "That's super cool! What about you?"
Minato gave a soft chuckle, "I'm learning Sealing Arts."
Cana blinked, tilting her head to the side, "Sealing Arts? What's that?"
"Cana, I think you're overwhelming them a bit…" a young male voice. Minato turned to see a dark-haired boy in his underwear… and nothing else.
"Name's Grey," the boy smiled at him, "Nice to meet ya."
"The pleasure's mine," Minato nodded in acknowledgment, "but… do you realize you're lacking some clothing?"
Grey paused before looking down. In a flash, his eyes widened as he started panicking, "Oh man, not again! Hey have you guys seen my…"
Grey's voice faded as he left them in search of his pants. Minato stood stunned as Erza covered her small laughs with her mouth. Slowly, a smile grew on Minato's face.
Minato opened his mouth to talk, but a firm hand gave him pause. He looked up to see Macao giving him a large grin, "I'm sure they'd like to talk more, but I'm also sure they're hungry as hell, am I right?"
As if on cue, Minato's stomach growled loudly, causing his cheeks to flush with embarrassment. Erza's soft giggle beside him only deepened his blush.
"Ah," Makarov laughed boisterously, "The flames of youth! Come, children, let's get you something to eat!"
The guildmembers chuckled as they made space for the children on one of the remaining three tables that weren't shattered. Almost immediately, plates were placed in front of them: roasted meats, vegetables, fresh bread, meaty soups, the works.
Erza's eyes widened as she bit into one of the meats, the flavor exploding in her mouth. She looked at Minato, who looked equally stunned. Ms. Hannah had given them food, but it was rather bland, mostly meant to give them their nutrients back into their neglected bodies. But this…
"Go on," Makarov urged gently, "eat as much as you like."
Neither needed further prompting. They dug into the food with an enthusiasm that only the previously starved could muster. The guild watched with a mixture of amusement and sympathy as the children devoured their meals. A few chuckled as the kids devoured their meals.
Cana giggled alongside them before her eyes widened at Erza. She was crying while shoving her face full of food, a smile hidden by the foodstuffs.
Minato noticed and gently nudged her with his elbow, concern etched on his face. "Erza?"
She wiped away the tears, giving him a water yet reassuring smile, "I'm fine, Minato, just… happy."
It was about safety, about belonging, about the warmth of the guild hall after the cold stone cells of the Tower, about finding a family, people that cared for them.
As evening descended and the initial excitement withered, Makarov approached them, a thoughtful expression on his face, "We need to discuss your living arrangements," he murmured quietly.
Minato and Erza stiffened, the idea of their lodgings on the back burner under the euphoria of finally achieving a successful goal.
"Fairy Tail has a dormitory for female members called Fairy Hills. Normally, it would cost you rent, but for now, Fairy Tail is willing to waive the costs for Erza," he murmured, "however, as for Minato, I'm afraid we have no male dormitories. There are plenty of apartments available throughout Magnolia, and Fairy Tail would allow you an allowance, at least until you started taking missions."
Erza felt a wave of anxiety pulse through her. The idea of being separated from Minato. "I want to stay with Minato!" Erza blurted out, her voice slightly higher than normal. All eyes turned to her, making her shrink back slightly, but she remained resolute.
Makarov studied the children's faces, seeing the fear hidden beneath their determined expressions. These weren't ordinary guild recruits—they were survivors who had formed a bond in the crucible of suffering.
"I understand," he said softly. "But there are certain... propriety concerns."
"We shared a cell for months," Minato pointed out quietly. "We slept side by side on the boat that brought us here."
"And on the train," Erza added, her hand unconsciously finding Minato's.
Makarov held their gaze for a moment longer before sighing, "Such stubborn spirits. You'll fit in perfectly.
The guild master sighed, stroking his mustache thoughtfully. "There's a small cottage near the edge of town that belongs to the guild. It's nothing fancy—two bedrooms, a small kitchen, living area. It was meant as temporary housing for members between missions, but it's been empty for some time."
"Just promise me you'll both start working on becoming independent eventually," Makarov added with a gentle smile. "It's important for your growth as wizards... and as people."
Erza frowned lightly, unable to deny the logic but still feeling anxious at the idea of being separated from her friend.
Minato, however, gave a firm nod, "We understand, Master. We are grateful for your accommodations."
Minato and Erza followed the Master closely as he led them to their new housing. It was a humble abode, really. The building was weathered but sturdy, with a small garden out front that had grown wild from neglect. The Fairy Tail emblem was emblazoned over the doorway. The building itself was nestled between a grove of forests, close enough to Lake Scilliora to hear its gentle lapping against the shore.
"It's not much, but it's yours for as long as you need it," Makarov said, pulling out a key from his pocket.
"We appreciate it, master," Erza said quietly, entering the small cottage. It had a small living area with a worn sofa and armchair, a kitchen with basic appliances, and two bedrooms with simple beds. The only issue was the thin coating of dust on literally everything. Otherwise, it was heaven.
"I'll have someone bring fresh linens and supplies tomorrow," Makarov spoke before turning to Erza. "Speaking of tomorrow, I have someone I want to introduce you to. A close friend of the guild, Porlyusica."
"Porlyusica?" Erza repeated, the foreign name tasting odd on her tongue.
"She's a healer," Makarov explained, his eyes lingering on her eye patch, "The best in Fiore. I'm sure she'd want to check on your eye.
Erza's eye rose to her patch, her fingers shakily tracing it, "Ms. Hannah did say I should see a healer. Could Ms. Porlyusica restore it?"
Makarov's expression became firm, "I can't promise anything, Erza. Some wounds are beyond even the most powerful healers. However, if there is anyone that is capable, it's Porlyusica."
Erza gave a tentative nod, causing a smile to bloom on Makarov's face, "Very well, I'll come for you in the morning. For now, gain some rest."
After the Master left, Minato and Erza stood in silence, taking in their new lodgings.
"It's so quiet," Erza whispered, her voice sounding unnaturally loud in the stillness of the cottage.
Minato nodded, running his finger along a dusty shelf. "After all that noise at the guild, it feels strange."
They moved through the space together, inspecting every nook and cranny as they passed. Erza pushed open one of the bedroom doors, revealing a small space with a narrow bed and a window overlooking the lake. The other room was a similar set-up.
"Do you have a preference?" Minato murmured, slipping off his jacket.
Erza shook her head. "They're both the same to me."
"I'll take this one then," Minato said, gesturing to the room on the left. "You can have the lake view."
Erza hesitated before nodding. "Thank you."
Minato flashed her a small smile before moving to his new bedroom.
"Wait!" Erza blurted out, startling Minato into turning around sharply.
Minato blinked at her, "What's wrong?"
"I..." Erza hesitated, her hand clutching the doorframe. "Could we..." Her voice trailed off, embarrassment coloring her cheeks.
Understanding dawned in Minato's eyes. After months of sleeping in the same cell, backs pressed against each other for warmth and comfort, the thought of sleeping alone was more terrifying than either wanted to admit.
He gave her a gentle nod, "Wait here for a sec."
Minato disappeared into his room and emerged a moment later, dragging his mattress across the floor. With methodical movements, he positioned it beside Erza's bed, creating a makeshift double sleeping area.
They settled into their respective beds, neither bothering to change clothes—they had nothing to change into yet.
"Thank you," she whispered, sitting on the edge of her bed. "I know it's silly..."
"It's not silly," Minato cut her off gently. "After everything we've been through, I don't think I could sleep alone either."
"I—" she cut herself off, her voice cracking.
"Go ahead," Minato urged softly, sitting up on his floor-seated bed, his full attention on her.
"I feel guilty."
Minato's eyes softened in an instant. He understood what she meant.
"We abandon—"
"No," Minato spoke firmly. For the first time since leaving the Tower, he had forgone any soft and gentle tone. "We didn't abandon them. Jellal forced us to leave. If we had stayed, he would have killed them all."
"But—!"
"Erza," he interrupted in a tone that commanded attention, "tell me, and answer this honestly: If you had actually had a choice, would you have chosen to stay and fight alongside everyone? Even if that meant death?"
Erza didn't hesitate, "Of course!"
"Then you didn't abandon them. You were forced to leave."
"What's the difference between abandoning them and being forced to abandon them? The end result is still the same," Erza whispered to herself, tears falling from her eye.
Minato's presence became gentler as he slid over to her bed, their shoulders touching.
"The difference is intent, Erza." he murmured quietly, "Your heart never abandoned them; it was with them until the very end."
For several minutes, they sat in silence, broken only by her quiet sobs. Minato kept his arm around her, a steady presence as the emotions she'd been holding back finally spilled over.
I have to get stronger—
I have to get faster—
—to protect our new family.
—to stop anyone from harming our friends.
As the moon rose higher in the sky, casting a soft light through the windows, Erza's breathing finally evened out. Minato watched as she drifted to sleep, her face peaceful for the first time in months. He gently moved her to lie down on her bed. Her face twisted into a frown as he left her on the bed. Minato sighed, carefully sliding back onto the mattress beside her bed. Almost immediately, Erza's expression relaxed. He stared at the ceiling, his mind racing with the events of the day. They had made it to Fairy Tail. They were safe. Yet the ghosts of the Tower still haunted them.
As sleep began to claim him, Minato made a silent vow. They would heal. They would grow stronger. And someday, perhaps, they would be able to save those they had left behind.