(Setting the Scene)
Just outside the town, there was a building. A mansion, but it had clearly seen better days. The doors were almost hanging off the hinges, the shingles littered the ground around the house, and the paint was flaking off.Through the fog, you can see three figures, one wearing a long gray cloak. All that was seen was a walking stick, prodding the ground every now and then, as if to check for a soft spot. He clearly didn't need it, as he walked much faster then his two companions.
The other two were quite familiar. The two gentle men from the train, still in their green and blue. But they had changed in one major way. They still had that feral air about them, and had long, uneven hair.
As they stop to consider the house, the door swings open, and a young woman steps out.
As she notices the three, a smile crosses her lips. As she points her thumb through the doorway, she asks. "Coming my way?"
(And start)
As they enter the house, the change was immediate. What would seem a rotten, pathetic space was an elegant and well furnished area, though still showed signs of use.
A bag here, a lone shoe there, a few scattered cloaks and other clothing. It was obvious people lived here, and a good few at that.
As they entered, the girl turned to the two men from the train. "That will be all." She says, waving a hand in dismissal.
With a nod, they walk out of the house, vanishing into the mist.
As the door swings shut, the man removes his cloak, and puts it on a proper hanger. Underneath is a full tuxedo, tie included. With an expensive watch on his wrist, the spotless white gloves, and the walking stick, he gave the air of pure class.
The woman, however, was dressed more casually. Wearing a purple blouse and black jeans, she still looked like a model. Especially with her braided hair of flaming red.
"You were gone a while. Having fun with the locals?" She jibs, a playful smirk on her face.
"Sadly, no. But what I was doing was just as satisfying." He says, before taking out a folded piece of paper. He holds it out for her to take.
When she does, it was unfolded into a familiar job sheet. "My, my. The Major has gone and raised the price. Didn't even know they had that much left."
He nods, then asks. "Is the mistress in yet? She's been gone most of the week."
The woman nods, and it was clear she was on edge because of this fact. "She asked you to meet her in the library upon your arrival."
The man nods, then turns to the doors right, marching off.
He makes his way through the halls, never breaking stride. On the off chance someone passed him, they stood aside to let him pass, always giving him a polite and respectful "Good afternoon", or "Welcome back, Sir."
It was when he finally stopped, and entered a room, did he at all seem anything but in control.
"So, how was the ambush? I hope you have something good to say." A voice, clearly feminine, calls out.
They were clearly in a Library, as the room was full of shelves, stacked high with books. Fantasy, biography, historical texts, and many more subjects.
The man, clearly more interested in the books then the conversation, starts to browse the shelves. "Sadly, there was an unexpected complication. A young man, who hasn't been seen before in Fairy Tail."
An amused giggle sounds through the room. "Oh well. I suppose that makes them worthy of an audience with us."
The man selects a book, then frowns at his now dirty gloves. "Speaking of audience, I should reprimand the person asked to dust in hear. Wasn't in Steven today?"
YOU ARE READING
Fairy Tail x Male Reader
أدب الهواةWhen a Mysterious young man enter's the complicated life that is Fairy Tail, will they be able to stand this new player, or will everything go down in flames? The game is changing, and if you want to win, there are new rules to play by.