Shinobi by Trade, Mage by Design

Chapter 3

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Chapter 3: Dark Guild, Fairy Tail

Despite being back safely at the Edolas Fairy Tail guild hall, Lisanna was extremely worried. Sure, it hadn't even been a whole day since she had seen that blond man, but she was still worried. 'Man?' she thought to herself in a moment of wry amusement. 'He looked like he was my age.'

That passing thought only served to make her even more worried for him.

"Lisanna... I'm sorry, but... he's probably... you know..."

Lisanna turned abruptly in the direction of the person who had said that, her shock at her thoughts being being read again turning into anger at the insinuation.

"Mira-nee!" she scolded, upset at what her sister had the audacity to even imply. "Don't say that!"

That could have been her. What if, back then, it had been her? Just the thought of it made her feel sick to her stomach. She refused to think that he was dead.

Mirajane was reclined in a soft chair, her legs propped up as she was resting. Aside from that painful looking leg injury, she appeared to be fine, dressed in her usual revealing purple top and long skirt.

"But that fearsome woman, Knightwalker, got to him," she told Lisanna as she frowned heavily, speaking in a softer, more considerate tone after seeing the look of distress on the short-haired girl's face. "She's a killer. What reason would she have to spare the poor guy? I mean, we don't even know where he came from!"

"Well... um, yeah... we don't know where he came from, do we? He just fell out of the sky..." the currently powerless Take Over mage said, although she internally still held the belief that he was from Earthland, like her.

The eldest Strauss frowned at that. Was there something she knew that she wasn't letting on? "What I want to know is what the King wants with him. That guy with Knightwalker mentioned as much, but regardless of whether that injured boy is wanted by the King or not, he is in an unenviable situation," she said. "Worrying about him won't do anything except make you miserable. You hardly knew the guy. It's better to just let him go." Reaching up to place a final pat of reassurance on the currently standing girl's shoulder, the buxom white-haired barmaid waved her little sister off, telling her to go about her duties as the sole able-bodied waitress. Lisanna acquiesced to the prompting; given Mirajane's injury at the hands of the red-haired woman, she deserved to rest for however long it took for her to recover.

"Forget what your sister thinks," a blonde-haired young woman said, popping up next to the white-haired girl as she made her rounds. "I, for one, am glad you finally found yourself a man, Lisanna."

Lucy Ashley was one of the guild's more prominent (and notorious) members. She was garbed in a revealing black leotard with a popped collar that was cut strategically to show off her curvy legs, flat stomach and ample breasts, which were held in place by a white bikini top. She also had thigh-high boots as well as a metal guard on her right shoulder, her other shoulder uncovered revealing the elaborate tattoo she had on her upper left arm.

While Lisanna had gotten along with her really well (which was surprising given the girl's abrasive manner), she was as vulgar, if not more so, than Levy, what with her immodest and downright perverted tendencies.

"I-I haven't found myself a man!" Lisanna stuttered. "I hardly knew the guy!"

"Oh? What does he even look like?" the blonde asked.

"Well... um... he–"

"He has blond hair like you, Lucy," Mirajane said, interjecting abruptly before Lisanna could stutter out a response. "He also looked like he was in a huge fight. He was covered in blood and bruises, and his clothes were all ripped up."