Ice Rose [Gray Fulbuster]

5: Requestor

(Name) and Gray stood there in front of the building. "Is this really it?" Gray asked, and (Name) glanced down at the map that was only visible in her eyes, reading over the description of the building in the upper lefthand corner of the sheet in neatly executed cursive.

"Yeah. this is the place. This matches the description perfectly. I'm positive this is it." (Name) claimed, full and beaming with confidence. At least her voice proved that.

"If you say so..." Gray muttered, walking into the large mansion before them.

*Authors note: look at the picture!*

(Name) nodded and followed closely behind Gray, practically on his heels.

"Who's there?" A deep voice's bellow rung through the house's walls.

"Wizards of Fairy Tail, here to see the requestor for further details of the job needed." (Name) stated their business there, formally and politely, symbolizing she was a bit nervous.

"Fairy Tail wizards? I am sending my coordinates to you now." The voice said, a bit more expecting. A few moments later, (Name) started screaming out in pain, and Gray didn't feel a thing.

"(Name), are you okay?!" Gray asked, trying to help (Name) stand before she fell over. (Name) was, of course, too busy screaming to reply. Gray slithered his arm around her waist, to help her stand. "You direct." He demanded, picking up (Name) like a bride. (Name) nodded and used one fist to cling onto Gray's shirt and the other hand to point straight down the hallway. Gray looked in the direction (Name)'s slender finger was pointing in, and walked down the hall way. It continued like that for a while, (Name) pointing the directions out to Gray as needed and Gray closely following, holding (Name) close to his chest and going where the fragile stated (Name) pointed him to. Then they finally arrived in front of a pair of fairly humongous French blue doors, which in trapped the requestor of the job. They both had to admit, they were pretty nervous, (Name) and Gray, about meeting this requestor.

"You two arrived. Come in." The mysterious man ordered and (Name) pushed down the handles of the doors, and shoved the doors open. The man looked a little like Zeref to (Name), seeing as how he and (Name) have had a few past occurrences. And to (Name), he sounded an awful lot like Zeref.

"Hello. We need to know just what types of demons we're going to be going up against." Gray stated what information he thought they would need.

"Gray, let him speak if he needs to." (Name) cautiously said.

"Thank you, but I have nothing to say on this topic, other than to ask any needed questions. So, in response to the first question, these demons are demon-slaying technique leveled demons. Only the most powerful demon slayers could possibly slay these specific demons. The reason why I partially hid the map on the back of the request paper. only the eyes of a demon slayer can read that map and find this building that quickly." The man explained, trying to avoid all symptoms of showing he was really Zeref.

"I have a question myself. Two, actually." (Name) warned, as Zeref got even more nervous. "Question one, if you have known about my magic, then why had you never tried to tell me in some form of message before?" (Name) questioned, and Zeref sighed.

"Well, this may also answer your second question, and scare the two of you, but I am Zeref. As you should know, I have been dead for many, many years, and I never knew you had possessed the ultimate of magics, Miss (First name) (Middle name) (Last name). Other wise, I would have gone straight to you so you could know yourself." Zeref explained, looking down.

"I apologize. Anyways, where are the seals located? You of all people should know, since you are the one who created the life of these demons." (Name) asked, smiling and not afraid. Zeref didn't show any emotion, and muttered something.

"Excuse us, what was that?" Gray asked.

"Their location is southeast of a town named Steel. It's close by, you won't have to walk very far. Just head northeast." Zeref directed them in a way, then vanished to somewhere else in the old, beaten down mansion.