~Magnolia's Number One Assassin~ (Fairy Tail)

Chapter 65: The Bar

The Bar

~Six Days Later~

I stalked into the bar, my hood pulled low to shield my face, my cloak fluttered around me like a shield. My eyes instantly darted to the bar. I stood there for a moment as I raked my eyes over all the large, scary looking men that crowded the small bar. Some leered at me while others studied me, looking to see if I was a threat.
I certainly am, darlings.

I headed over to the bartender once I was finished doing a sweep of the room. Taking note of all the exits and entrances the place had. Don't want anyone to escape now, do I?

Without a sound I sat down on one of the wooden stools. I crossed my arms and laid them on the table silently. Gajeel had already been in here before. He had blended right in, like I knew he would, and had reported back to me that the people at at the bar had been talking about some kind of 'great defeat' that they had made recently. That only had made my blood boil even more. It had been six days. Six long, agonizing, lonely days without him. I never realized how broken I was until I had met him and Fairy Tail. Now, just when I was being put back together again, I get shattered once more. Now, I had to find my missing piece.

I didn't have to wait long for the bartender to take notice of me, like the rest of the people in the bar had already done. "What do you want?" the man asked me as he looked my up and down. It wasn't like he could see much of anything anyway.

I smiled beneath my hood.

"Its not want I want. Its what I need." The man raised his eyebrow, "And what do you need?" My eyes darted to the right, then to the left. Half of the people's eyes were on me now and they were listening to me closely. Curious bunch aren't they?

I turned back to the bartender, "I need to know where I can find a man who is in close contact with the Dark Wizard Master."

The man's brown eyes widened for a fraction of a second, before they went back to being at half mast, but I caught it. He knew what I needed.
"I don't know anyone like that." Even though he sounded bored, the little hitch to his words made him a liar. Oh, how I loathed those who lied to me.

I smirked, "He might be gloating about something." The bartender's breath hitched again.

Got him.

My voice turned cold and drenched in poison. "He just might be gloating about a kill that he recently made." I uncrossed my arms and dug my nails into the bar. The bartender took a noticeable step back. It seemed like the temperature had gotten 20 degrees colder in here. Tension seemed to be thickening the air. Making it harder to breath.

My voice got harder. "He might be saying that he killed a real strong enemy..." My eyes flashed to the barkeeper's arm.

He had moved it.

He was reaching for something.

I smirked, stupid liar. "There has been no one here that has been saying those type of things." The man insisted. I slammed my fist onto the table, making the glasses shake, and making some fall over. I was growing tired of his game.

"I'm. Not. Finished." I growled out lowly. Now all eyes were on me. Just how I liked it. I slowly stood up, talking as I went. "A Fire Dragon Slayer by the name of Natsu Dragneel, The Salamander of Fairy Tail." The bartender's brown eyes flashed and his hand shot out from under the table.

A gun was in his hand and he had already pulled the trigger. A shot rang out that broke the deafening silence. For a long moment nothing moved, breathed, or made a sound.
I had already moved.
I had the gun out of the man's hand in a blink of an eye.
I spun the gun on him and put my finger on the trigger. The bartender's hands went up in a harmless gesture. Signaling to me that he gave up and wasn't going to try anything else.