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The battle had been won; the war of all wars was now in the history books. While a few members were bedridden, others just wrapped fresh bandages over their wounds and called it a day. It was only the first day, and already there lay a massive group of men and women, alike, waisted beyond belief. The alcohol numbing their sense, thus making movements much bearable than likely thought.
Natsu, in Natsu-like-fashion, had gotten into his 10th brawl of the day and his injuries didn’t handicap him in the slightest. Lucy urged the Fire Dragon Slayer to just call it a quits, but he refused to back down. Gray, the cheeky bastard he is, was smushed in a corner with Juvia; both holding onto one another as they slept through the guild’s constant drumming and thumping.
Guild Master Makarov was drinking the last remaining days he had left, while Mira desperately tried to get him to stop or at the very least slowdown. Erza was sitting at a table, with Wendy and Carla accompanying the Requip mage. Gajeel was wooing Levy off her feet with a “new” song; it was atrocious to say the very least, but Levy loved it none the less.
It was crazy to think that only yesterday you had all been unsure as to whether you would live to see the next day. The troops seemed to be never-ending, your right-leg had been shattered beyond belief and your left lung punctured. An hour had gone by since you had last seen a guildmate or a comrade just in general. The last bit of magic that remained in your body was that of your Second Origin, but nothing much could be done with it; not even to fix your punctured lung.
After a while of just laying there, the thoughts of death not seeming so far fetched anymore, you passed out. When you came too, you were in the guild’s infirmary. Wendy had practically jumped you the moment your eyes opened. The young slayer began to cry, muttering incoherent words about the loss of Chelia’s magic for good. At these news, you, too, cried for said girl.
But everything had settled, your lung was better and while your leg had seen better days, Wendy assured that only a week of resting would be needed.
“Pazz on mORe Booze~ Damn it!”
“But master, you cann’-”
Mira and Gramps continued to bicker for a while longer, but the end result was the same regardless. Besides, Cana had finished the last two barrels in one go; a result of another idiot betting that they could beat the guild’s drunk in a drinking contest. The poor man lay on the floor in his own vomit, disgusting but this is what it meant to party at and with Fairy Tail.
You had been sipping on some fruity drink that Mira prepared. A small galaxy colored ball appeared in your hand, inside of the ball lay a pen which popped into your hand the moment the ball disappeared. Your magic was quite odd, but interesting none the less. It had the same properties as Minerva’s magic, but you liked to think that you had better control over this Spacial Magic because one, you could concentrate on the territory a person was in or the exact territory of their limbs and work time (if serious; life or death situation) around it in order to heal, and two, you could store actual weapons in these small pockets which you opened.
While you could not teleport a massive amount of people like she could, you could teleport yourself along with one more person. But this did not stop you from pushing to be the best which you could be. The white Fairy Tail mark on your belly, on the right to be exact, reminded you of the fact that no matter what they would always have your back.
A small smile played at your lips as (e/c) eyes stared down at the small part of the guild mark that stared back at you. This moment was broken by a light tapping on your shoulder, thus prompting you to lookup.
“Oh, Mira,” you greeted with a huge grin. “What’s up?”
Sighing, the thin line that once rested on her sweet face was replaced with a small smile.
“I know that you are still healing, but could you bring up a few barrels?”
“Of course! I’ll just teleport them up here and then head home!”
Mirajane could only stare at you. All of Magnolia was under construction, very few had an actual home to head to, and the Fairy Estate was in shambles. But she assumed that you would camp out like multiple other nights. Besides, the weather was pleasant tonight. Sighing, once more, she grinned.
“Alright, but just don’t go too far, ok?”
“Got it!”
And with that, you grabbed onto the crutch beside you, then proceeded to limp away to the back. A few torches were lit, but for those that were not you lit yourself. Heading down the stairs was not an option, so you just teleported to the bottom of them.
Once you had spotted a few barrels, galaxy colored energy wrapped around them, and in seconds they had disappeared. Now that the task had been complete, a medium-sized portal had appeared; this being your one-way ticket home. Although, the site of a small door caught your attention.
It was a steel door, the frame of it being wooden with enchantment ruins decorating the top. The knob was wooden as well, the outer ridge of it being a golden color. You had spent a few years with Levy in the guild’s library when you were younger of course, and you had picked up on a good amount of ancient ruin spells. Because of this, the sight of these enchantments prompted you to take a step closer, the galaxy portal closing behind you.
Upon closer inspection, the door was a mixture of ancient writing but also had modern along with unknown inscriptions. Levy would have a field day with this door, perhaps you would mention it to her the following day. Just as you pulled away from further scrutinizing the writing, the door opened quickly, a soft thump accompanying it.
A golden swirl came into view and an endless void stared back at you. The shocking revelation had you reeling back, but it was a much harder task with a crutch.
As quickly as it had open, black tendrils shot out wrapping around your body. Four to be exact: one around your midsection, two others grabbing onto both of your arms, and the final one wrapped around your knees; heading upward towards your hips.
Suddenly an unrelenting burning began to throb on your right; coming from your hip. The tendrils dragged you back into the open door, all of this happening in a matter of a millisecond, thus leaving you without so much as the chance to scream out for help. While the door closed shut, a bright golden color sealing the opening with a sizzle, the last thing left behind was your crutch.
You could only close your eyes in response to the blinding glow that came from within this hole, which you came to see as a rabbit hole of sorts. The burning on your hip had spread in an upward motion, leaving you with a pounding headache, ringing in your ear, and a hell of a ton of burning pain.
It wasn’t long before the bright light disappeared and you were falling. The night sky air whipped your hair in multiple directions as gravity continued to pull you down. There was no time, or even energy at that, to stop the incoming ground.
“Shit, shit, shit, shit!”
This was the only word that could leave your mouth. You are a proud Fairy Tail wizard, yet you could nothing to stop the impending doom that awaited.
“Damn it all to hell!”
The last option that remained was to call in on a favor but would have preferred to save such a trump card for a more dire situation, but then again how often was it that you just randomly fell through the sky over Mavis knows where; bless the first master that is.
All of this internal conflict was brought to a screeching halt when a pair of arms wrapped around your small frame. Of course, you were startled at such contact, and you really couldn’t help but feel that this was an elaborate plan to kidnap you. The man who was holding you had hair that stood on end, his eyes shining a bright red. A white cloth secured you tightly, ensuring that escaping would not be possible.
“Let go of me!” You continued to squirm in his hold.
“I wouldn’t try to fight in your condition,” the man responded with a simple glance to your injured leg.
This unknown man thought that he could tell you, a reckless Fairy Tail wizard, to not fight. Well, he picked the wrong mage to capture and steal, because to hell with not giving it your all to escape. Erza destroyed a whole chunk of rock with every bone shattered in her body, you only had a leg out of commission; you weren’t out not even in the long run.
“Don’t count me out just yet!”
Suddenly, a galaxy orb appeared right beside him, exploding. His eyes widened, the white scarf coming to wrap around himself in a protective cocoon at the sight of another one. Because you had both been in midair, you began to, again, fall. Quickly you looked around trying to get a better grasp on your surroundings and the territory.
The disheveled man, upon seeing that the bombs no longer surrounded him, quickly sent out his capture weapon. He thought that it was when he blinked that you activated your quirk to try to escape, but he wouldn’t make the same mistake twice. While your head quickly whipped around trying to figure out how to land, you didn’t notice how his scarf shot out towards you.
Again, you were wrapped, but more securely now than before, in the scarf. The area you were both within was rather sketchy looking and no one seemed to be out this late into the night. This time he didn’t blink, which was rather taxing on him, but you seemed to not be moving as much. Although he had taken into consideration that you were injured, so the binding wasn’t as strong as the rest around your body, but this proved to be his second mistake.
Your mind was on autopilot, planning out the best course of action. Quickly you pushed your body as hard as it could into his chest, in a rocking motion. Then moved outwardly, taking advantage of the loser, although not by much, bindings and brought your injured right leg up.
The kick had been so close to hitting his head, even the tears that clouded your eyes could see that much. A pained scream was let loose as the binding tightened even harder around your leg. This pain distracted you from the incoming blow to your head, which knocked you out cold. The rugged-looking man could only stare at your unconscious form, a deep frown taking place on his face.
While he may have suspected you of being a villain, the frightened look in your eyes assured him that you were anything but that. For you to resist the bindings, and to go as far as further injuring yourself just to escape him proved that you obviously didn’t know where you were. You most likely than not saw him as the villain, and perhaps a capturer.
His theories could go on and on, but he would have to wait until you came to. Quickly he made his way over rooftops, heading over to a hospital to get you checked out.
Upon arrival, the nurses were quick to bombard him with questions, most of which he answered to the best of his ability. The onslaught of questions prompted a heavy sigh to leave his lips as he only wanted to get this night over with. Pulling out his phone, he phoned two people, one who he hoped would help with legal terms and the other who would hopefully soothe his worries. It wasn’t an everyday occurrence that young girls fell through the sky, plummeting quickly to their death, and with a look of fright like in her eyes.
A long nap after this hectic night was a must.
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“WHAT DO YOU MEAN SHE FELL OUT OF THE SKY!?”
Why had he called Hizashi again?
Right,...
Because he thought that some moral support would be nice, but all Mic was doing was giving him a bigger headache. The moment the energetic blond got his call, which rarely happened, he was quick to come to the hospital; all with the condition of having his questions answered then. An officer had already been informed, a special friend coming in to deal with it in hopes of keeping this all hush-hush. Although this was only made possible by his second call, to who? Well, to the principal of U.A. that is. Nezu had been quite adamant of calling this friend but did so on the promise that he would get to see the said female.
“Exactly what I said,” Aizawa sighed. “She fell out of the sky, out of a golden hole, and with a broken leg at that,” he ended with a sip of coffee.
Thirty minutes had passed since Mic had arrived and both men could only wait outside until given the all-clear by a nurse.
Lowering his voice, Mic continued. “So Nezu is coming?”
“Yah he - ”
“I’m right here!” a cheerful voice had both men looking down.
A small bear, seal, lion hybrid stood before them. Both men nodded at the principal in acknowledgment. They continued to have a hushed conversation, well as quiet as it could get with Mic that is. It wasn’t long before said officer friend arrived. All four of them talked but were interrupted as the door to the room opened. An elderly nurse came out, a small smile tugging at her lips.
“The child is awake,” she paused but then continued. “She looked quite afraid, didn’t even say a word as I explained that you fine young men would just come in to ask her questions. The poor girl only nodded, continuing to look at her hands. Be gentle, will you?”
“Of course!” Nezu assured the woman.
“Well then, you lot can go in,” and just like that, she sauntered off.
All four of them headed in, with Nezu and the officer leading the way.