My Azure Soul {A Fairy Tail Jerza Fan Fiction}

Alpha Umbra "The First Shadow"

"P-Pierre?"

"Pierre-san?!"

"You're finally awake!"

"Pierre-nii-san!"

"It's the lil silver head!"

"Pierre-kun!"

"My boy!"

Oh boy.

The guild erupted with cheers in the blink of an eye. People--wizards--began gathering around me as I stood, each saying their greetings, or giving me an embrace--thankfully not as life-crushing as the purple-eyed woman before, but still tight nevertheless. Although most of them were relieved yet calm to welcome me back, some of them were still very enthusiastic. It was like having several duplicates of Desmund. Nonetheless, they welcomed me back in a way a family would to a returning member.

A family.

A family I couldn't even recognize.

"Are you feeling alright?"

"Man, you slept for way too long."

"You've missed a lot, silver head."

"I never thought that someone like you would be a fan of hibernation, though."

"Forewarn us next time, got me dumbass?"

"Oi oi oi! Go easy on my boy, will ya?!"

A loud gruffy shout suddenly boomed off the walls, effectively silencing the hall in seconds. I began looking for the speaker, but failed to do so with the mass of bodies standing before me. Then the crowd began to part as they gave way to a large bulky man who was heading towards my direction. He was wearing nothing but a pair of dark brown trousers and leather boots. He had dark-tanned skin, tainted by black tattoos that looked ethnical. He wore a necklace with pointed blue feathers dangling off the lace. His pitch black hair was long and spiky, it being tied into a loose ponytail behind his back. His deep viridian eyes never left my figure as he stopped in front of me, daring me into a staring contest I didn't back down from.

He scowled.

It was a warning.

And I was too late to realize it.

A fist suddenly slammed on top of my head that I thought my skull was going to break into pieces.

"Don't you dare go sleeping on us again, ya hear me boy?!" He growled. "Or else I'll give you a smack on the head!"

I shrunk away from him. "Say it before you do it." I groaned as I painfully rubbed the top of my skull. First it was my forehead, then my back, my ribs, and now I got an injured skull. What's next? My head being separated from my body?

The man laughed, his low-toned voice shaking the entire hall. "Well, that's my boy, alright!"

I looked back up at him hesitantly, my eyebrows scrunched. My boy? Then, before I could even stop it, the words leaped out of my mouth.

"Um, who are you?"

Silence.

His laughter stopped.

Silence.

I could feel my two companions stiffen, who was standing right behind me all this time. That's right. They haven't informed them of my condition yet.

"Come again?" Were the first words out of the dark skinned man's mouth.

"Well, erm...he," Desmund finally spoke, rubbing the back of his neck. "Pierre has lost his memories."