Welcome to "Fairy Tail: Disaster Crew" a collaboration fic by Fishie-chan and Shidyk-kun! This is Fishie here and this is the first chapter as written by me :D We hope you enjoy!

And here's Shidyk-kun! Let me just say that although this is our first collaboration, we hope that you, our readers, will enjoy this story as much as Kangaroo Kickboxing (a One Piece fan-fiction by Fishie-chan) and Legacy of the Assassin (a One Piece fan-fiction by yours truly). So without further ado, let's get this show on the road!

Disclaimer: We do not own Fairy Tail. We only own any characters, monsters, powers, places and items we make up.

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Bold and Underline- Author's notes, Chapter title.

The Tail Begins! Enter the Blood Circle!

(Written by Fishie-chan, Looked over by Shidyk-kun)

The passenger boat on route from Saboten to Suiren cuts silently across the waves as it neared its destination. There was a good wind that day, so the sails were easily filled and the boat was able to continue on schedule. It was a pleasant change from days when the wind was dead, leaving only the blistering desert heat. Passengers would be stuck at sea until the wind picked up, or unable to leave port because the ships wouldn't move and unless there was a wind mage willing to lend his power, people were simply stuck.

Suiren had been visible from the ship for nearly an hour now, so it was certain they would dock soon. The city was vast, stretching along the coast and off into the horizon as far as the eye could see. It was home to exotic magic, fine weaponry, and goods that were near impossible to come by in any other place. People flocked from all over to come to this place for its wares and the adventure it offered.

Nothing is as good as it seems though. Underneath the beautiful scenery and busy markets, underground criminal groups ran their businesses, causing problems for everyone. And if they got too out of hand, an outside force had to be called in to deal with them.

However, this particular outside source was not enjoying his trip.

Leaning over the railing, unable to stand straight due to the heat, was a young man who looked about seventeen or so. He was odd looking, with his light blue skin (still visible despite his veiled face) and long pointed ears. His dirty blonde hair fell straight to his shoulders, covering his right eye. Perched on his head was an old pointed hat, violet in colour. Underneath his black travelling cloak he wore another coat, but of heavier violet material, a purple turtleneck, and black pants and shoes. It was hardly the appropriate wardrobe for the weather, but he hadn't cared at first. But, it hadn't been as hot then.

"We'll be docking in less than an hour," came a voice from behind.

The blue man turned to see his travelling companion standing behind him. This fellow was taller than he was and garbed much more appropriately. Under his sky blue travel cloak he was wearing a long-sleeved violet shirt and an open short-sleeved collared shirt of the same blue as his cloak, only it was covered in cloud shapes. He too wore black pants and shoes, but he had cloth wrapped around his head and face for further protection from the sun.

"Good to know," the blue skinned man replied. His voice was tinged with an accent indicating that while he was well learned, he was not a native to the land he now lived in, "I want to get out of this blasted heat as soon as possible."

The taller one chuckled and sat down beside his companion, "I told you to wear lighter fabrics."

This earned him a glare from the other's visible eye, which was a dark green in colour.

The taller man looked around and then lowered his voice to a whisper, "I talked to our client. He says that the operation has been running for nearly fifty years. The only reason that they have put a price on it now is that people keep going missing from the streets. From what he gathers, they were supplied by slave trades in the beginning but the new boss has gotten greedy and is just getting people from wherever he can. The problem with finding is that it is very secretive. No one knows where everything occurs unless they've been there before. Apparently, others have been sent, but none ever return."

The blonde shook his head, "It seems we have our work cut out for us. How are we suppose to find this place if we don't even know the location?"

"Just leave that to me," the other said, getting to his feet and leaving his companion.

The passenger ship was far from silent. People talked with their travelling companions or to strangers or even to themselves. The real wonderful thing about these kinds of ships was that they were equipped to keep the passengers happy during long rides. There were plenty of guest rooms on the ship and places to get food. However, the most popular place was, of course, the bar. And the tall man knew that when people got drunk enough, they talked.

His companion stayed put. It was too hot to move anyways. He knew he'd never understand the people who lived in such heat everyday. He really hoped that he wouldn't suffer from heat stroke.

He spun suddenly, sensing something behind him and ended up catching the wrist of a scruffy young boy. The kid couldn't have been any older than eleven and was dressed in tattered rags that had patches sewn clumsily on them to keep the garments from becoming completely useless. He stank too, as if he hadn't bathed in ages. But the thing that really pissed the young man off was what they kid had been trying to do.

"If you are going to pick someone's pocket, make sure they are absolutely not paying any attention," he stated firmly.

The kid's mouth hung open for a second before he attempted to make a run for it. The blonde merely tossed him to the ground and held him down. "In addition, if you are going to try to run once you get caught, make sure it is someone who won't be able to catch you." Having said that, he set the boy back on his feet. "Now, I'm taking you to the captain so he can deal with you. I have very important business and I don't have time to be messing around with thieves."

The kid's eyes widened, "W-wait! Don't turn me in! I'll give you anything you want, just don't turn me in!"

The blue skinned man sighed. "What could you possibly have that I would be…" he trailed off suddenly and looked at the boy with a gleam in his eye. "How much do you know about Suiren?"

"Plenty mister! I know lots! I've been living on the streets there my whole life! I only come on the ship when my thieving gets a little dry!"

"Then perhaps you can help me. You see, my friend and I have heard…rumours about this town. Apparently there a certain place where a man can satisfy his bloodlust and earn some jewels."

"Are you talking about the Blood Circle?" the boy asked in a low whisper, "'Cause I know a guy who can get you in!"

He grinned, "Then would you be so kind as to show me the way?"

The boy nodded and was released. He waved for the man to follow and started down into the lower region of the ship.

The young man wasn't surprised when he was led into the bar. It seemed only obvious that the lower class scum who watched the fights would spend most of their time wasting their winnings on cheap booze. The kid paused to take a look around and then gestured for the man to follow. Eventually he found himself staring at a fat, sweaty man with a baldhead and a rough beard dressed in a similar matter to the kid.

"Boris-san! This guy wants to know about the Blood Circle!" the kid said, pulling the man's sleeve. The man looked at the kid and then eyed the other with a bloodshot gaze. He took a long drink from his beer glass and wiped his mouth.

"Wha's yer business wit' the Circle?" he asked, his voice slightly slurred.

The man was about to answer when he felt a hand on his shoulder and a muffled voice hiss in his ear. "What are you doing?!" He turned around to see his companion standing behind him.

Once again he was unable to answer because the kid shouted, "Get outta here! This is a private conversation!"

Boris appeared to be reaching for a knife so the young man raised his hands in a gesture of protest, "Hold on, hold on. I'm sorry about this, but he is my companion. I'm afraid I was suppose to gather information on the upper deck while he worked down here."

Boris eyed him for a second, but seemed to believe him and hid his knife, "We don' got a lotta time. Wha' do ya want exactly?"

The tall man looked at his companion and seemed to understand the situation. "We want in on what you call the 'Blood Circle'," he said. Boris hissed at him to be quiet and then looked around, making sure no one had heard.

He lowered his voice to a whisper once he was sure it was safe, "Ya wan' in? Sure I can get ya in. But who're you first of all? I don' like the looks of you," he glared at them, "Ya'd best show me yer faces."

The blue skinned one shook his head, "That we cannot do. You see, we have high standing back home and this could damage our reputations if anyone knew about this meeting. For the sake of address, however, you may call me Black and my companion Blue."

Boris nodded, obviously used to the fact that many high standing men came to find the Blood Circle, "Alrigh'. Time's short now, but if ya want in, meet me outside of a tavern in Suiren called 'The Vulgar Cobra' at ten in the evenin' tomorrow and I'll get you in."

Black nodded and thanked the man, leading Blue away.

Once they were out of earshot, the veiled man chuckled, "'Black' and 'Blue'?"

"Oh shut up," was the reply.

(Somewhere in Suiren…)

Day didn't exist in this part of the world. If it did, then it looked the same as night. Deep in the bowels of Suiren, so deep that most people didn't even know they existed, there were long catacombs that stretched out for miles. Rodents could be heard squeaking and scrambling along the stones and occasionally there would other, inhuman sounds that would make most shiver with a little fear.

In one area of the catacombs, however, there was life and light. Hardly the pleasant kind though. Gas lamps bolted to the walls provided the light, each one placed between a hollow opening in the wall blocked off with iron bars. And within these cells lay the motionless forms of shackled men and women. The prisoners of the Blood Circle

There might have been hundreds, even thousands of them down here. All of them were battle worn, of course, but still starved and some half mad. While some were quiet, others jabbered uncontrollably. Some of the more viscous ones attacked anyone who got too close, while the younger, newer prisoners often cried. It was a quite frightful place.

The serving boy hated this place as much as the prisoners. He wanted out of there as soon as possible, so he lugged his food cart- containing many bowls and a giant cauldron containing some unidentifiable slime- around and hurriedly gave out the 'meals'. Now that he had been working there a few years, he was very careful about handing out food, so as not to loose a limb. He had even memorized which prisoners bit and which didn't. All he had to do was slop some 'food' into a bowl and quickly shove it in the food slot.

He stopped in front of one of the cells and took a look inside. The prisoner was there as far as he could tell, sitting in the shadows quietly. He wasn't sure what this one looked like, but whoever it was, he never spoke and rarely moved. Apparently, according to some of the older workers, he was brought here as a child and used to cry every night, earning him quite a few beatings. However time in the Circle changed everyone, so the kid didn't think much of it and simply stuck the filled bowl into the slot and prepared to move on.

"Oi, kid…"

The voice stopped the serving boy in his tracks and he looked up to see some movement in the back of the cell. Before he knew it, the prisoner was standing at the bars and he got a good look at the man for the first time.

He was tall, easily six feet in height, had short grey hair and wore a pair of faded jeans and black boots. He wore no shirt, showing off a nice six-pack that had no doubt surfaced with the years of fighting he had done. His entire left arm was bandaged, but whether it was from an accident or recent injury, no one could be sure. It was most likely due to all the fights he had been in. What really drew your attention were his eyes. They were both of a nice hazel colour, but there was nothing nice about them at the moment. The man's eyes were very cold and the boy was deeply wishing that he would go back into the shadows.

The serving boy swallowed a lump in his throat and stared at the prisoner, "What do you want?"

"Bring the manager down here..."

"Hmph, he's way to busy to deal with the likes of you. You should just-"

He was cut off when an arm reached out from between the bars and grabbed the front of his shirt. The man repeated himself, slowly and sternly, "Get the manager…Now." Once released, the kid bolted back the way he came.

It didn't take long for the kid to return with the manager. The man was massive in both height and girth. His clothes were made of fine material and he wore plenty of rings on all his fingers, but his face was unshaven and he had an unpleasant smell hovering around him. Of course made enough money from the ring that he could throw around and make people seem to not notice his unpleasant features. On his belt was several loops covered with keys.

He stopped in front of the prisoner and scowled. "I should've known…" He growled in a scratchy voice that was as unpleasant as his facial features.

"Well, seeing as you're a busy man, I'll make this quick," the prisoner replied, "I want out."

The manager gave him a dark glare. "What?"

"You heard me. I've been stuck in this place for years now and I'm sick of it. I want to cut a deal so I can get out of here."

The manager was quiet for a moment. He grabbed one of the key loops off of his belt and quickly selected a key from it. He unlocked the prisoner's door and slowly walked in, making the other man back up a few steps to give him room. It was silent for a moment before the manager punched the prisoner to the ground and started to deliver a fierce beating.

"WHAT GIVES YOU THE RIGHT TO ORDER ME AROUND?! YOU ARE MY PROPERTY AND I WILL DO WITH YOU AS I PLEASE!" He didn't bother to say anymore, obviously finding that to be a good enough argument. He continued to kick the downed prisoner for a few minutes before turning and leaving, making sure to kick the man's food all over the cell floor.

The cell locked, the manager went back the way he had come and the prisoner sat in the shadows, silent once again.

(The Next Evening…)

Blue quickly discovered that he hated the freezing desert nights almost as much as his companion hated their burning days. Yet here he was standing in the middle of some old ruins several miles outside of town, freezing to death. A caravan that had arrived at 'The Vulgar Cobra' tavern had dropped off him and Black at this location along with several others. He was still wearing what he had worn on the boat and it was proving less than warm.

Beside him, Black chuckled. "Who's ill prepared now?" he asked, his grin slightly visible beneath his fabric mask.

"Oh shut up," Blue growled, rubbing his arms, "How long is this gonna take?"

His companion shrugged, "Who knows? Boris-san said he'd be back after he unlocked the entrance."

"That was twenty minutes ago!"

"Just be patient."

"Easy for you to say…. If it goes on like this, I'll be a block of ice by sunrise."

As if he had read Blue's thoughts, Boris emerged from behind one of the ruined walls and called out to the crowd. Everyone rushed towards him as he led them further into the ruins. The walk eventually led them to a crumbling wall, which was nothing but a dead end. Boris looked around for a moment before moving on and through the wall.

A disguised door… Black thought, watching as the others started to follow. He took a glance at Blue, who nodded, and they both passed through the wall.

The sight before them was magnificent. They were standing on top of a long staircase and at the bottom was a massive cave like area built under the ground. All around there were people of all shapes and sizes moving around, talking, and purchasing items from vendors. The cavern walls were lit with hundreds of lamps, making it almost as bright as though it were noon. At the far end of the cavern, filling up over half of its area, was a massive stone area.

"Well," Blue muttered as he descended the staircase, "If this isn't the right place, let me be struck down by lightning…"

Black nodded, "Now, only one thing left to-"

"Stop him! He's getting away!"

All eyes turned in the direction of the voice and all movement was halted. Below them, heading towards the staircase, was a grey haired young man with shackles around his arms with a pair of guards hot on his heels. Obviously, one of the fighters had experienced quite enough of the Blood Circle and was attempting to make a run for freedom.

However strong he looked though, he was obviously malnourished and over worked as the guards soon caught up with him and quickly beat him to the ground with their weapons. By now, the group on the staircase was running towards the bottom, wanting to get a closer look at the action.

By the time Black and Blue got to the bottom, a small crowd had gathered and were cheering the guards on as they relentlessly beat down the prisoner, whom was still putting up quite a fight. Blue bit his lip and looked at his companion. Black focused on the prisoner for a moment before stepping forward and grabbing one of the guards' weapons.

"Oi! What the hell do you think you're doing?!" the man shouted, quickly backed up by several members of the crowd.

Black glared at him coldly, "We came here to watch a battle. There will be no point is us paying you if you take all the fight out of the combatants before the show even begins."

There was a mutter from the crowd and the guard took his weapon back before he and his partner started to drag the prisoner away.

Blue walked up next to his partner. "Very nice," he said with a chuckle, "You were utterly cold hearted."

"He's a mage," Black said in a concerned voice.

"Excuse me?"

"Those shackles on his arms. They're Magic Repressors. He obviously knows some magic if they've got him wearing those."

Blue nodded. He knew not to doubt his companion when it came to the subject of magical items, "Do you think there are more prisoners like him?"

"Of course. How can a place like this survive with just one man as a fighter?"

"That wasn't what I meant…never mind. Let's just go find our seats... I want to head back as soon as possible."

Black nodded and agreement and the pair started moving again. They moved along with the crowd, going under the carved stone archway of the stadium and were in turn directed into the stone spectators' seats that were carved all around the central pit. On the borders of the pit itself there were strange orbs held up by clawed pedestals. From what the pair could tell, they were probably artifacts used as shields to keep and audience safe. On the opposite end of the pair's current location, there was a large stone box, most likely the manager's seat.

The two sat down in the seats they had been directed to and waited patiently, taking in the sounds around them. In front, people talked about how thrilling the fight would be. To the left, there was a person telling his friends about the last fight. Somewhere behind them, bets were being made on the competitors.

"So, what now?" Blue asked in a quiet voice.

"We wait till everyone's settled in and then you start be collapsing the battle field," was the reply.

Blue nodded and then the sound of a gong being hit filled the stadium. It was the signal for the start of the event, no doubt. The noise quickly died down and a huge silk-clad man appeared in the manager's box, ready to address the crowd.

"Welcome my friends, to another battle at The Blood Circle!" he cried, his voice making Blue and Black flinch and everyone else cheer, "Tonight, for your entertainment, we feature a brutal battle as old as time itself! Watch as but a simple man faces off against a beast! From the left, our own champion of the ring, Grim Knight Shidyk!"

At the announcement a man was shoved out from a door on the left side of the field and stumbled, falling to the ground before slowly picking himself up. Black glanced at his companion and Blue nodded. The man, this Shidyk fellow, was the same grey haired prisoner who had attempted to escape earlier. The crowd roared as he moved to the middle of the field.

"And to the right," the manager cried, "a Balkan from the northern mountains!"

Stomping out of the right door, howling like a mad creature, came a huge white gorilla type creature. It had a long face, pointed ears and a long tail. A single, thick horn protruded from its head and all it wore was a pair of tattered shorts. It howled, beat its chest, and charged for the center of the ring.

"LET THE BATTLE BEGIN!!"

The sound of the gong rang out in unison with the crowd's cheer. The Balkan charged forwards as the man was still trying to get his bearings and slammed into him, knocking him to the ground. The man rolled as another punch came down and delivered one of his own to the creature's stomach. It snarled angrily and grabbed him, tossing him into one of the stadium walls.

Blue looked at Black, "I should do it now. If I don't, there's a chance that, in his state, that prisoner will get taken over."

Black nodded, "Remember: Center of the arena."

The blue clad man nodded and focused his attention on the ring, muttering under breath. Once he stopped he seemed to be focusing harder before he raised his hand to aim the spell. However, just as he did that, the person behind him saw fit to stand up, shoving into him just as he executed a spell.

"Earthquake!"

While the spell had been perfectly calculated, the shoving from the moving man caused it to miss the arena's center and collapse the entire sitting section above the two combatants, who could both be heard screaming as several tonnes of earth and stone fell down on them.

"You are a bloody idiot Hoko…" Black muttered, smacking his forehead as the panicked crowd made a run for the exit, screaming like mad.

Blue, or rather Hoko, glared, "Shut up Artemis! My spell was thrown off!"

Black, now known as Artemis, rose from his seat, "Well, we started it, then let's finish it."

"Whatever you say…." The other muttered.

Artemis made a run for the arena while Hoko took a minute to pull off his numerous scarves. The face beneath them was that of a man in his twenties with long blonde hair. Above his dark green eyes was a set of long eyebrows that extended beyond the borders of his face and his right cheek had a violet mark on it in the shape of some sort of bird. His view clearer now, he followed his partner into the arena.

"Hurry up! We have to make sure you didn't kill that prisoner!" Artemis called.

"I said I was sorry!" was the annoyed reply.

The panic coming from the seats slowly died down as people ran over each other to reach the exits. The two men didn't pay them much attention as they came to a stop in front of the massive pile of stone that has once been part of the arena wall. Artemis sighed and shook his head. After another moment he grabbed one of the rocks and tried his best to move it aside. However it was too heavy for him to lift and he eventually moved on to a smaller rock.

"Don't just stand there Hoko, give me a hand. We've got to dig that prisoner out."

Hoko joined in, taking rocks that were too heavy for Artemis to handle with not much more ease, "What about the Balkan?"

"Are you crazy? Just leave it," The blue clad mage nodded and got back to work.

The sound of the crowd was long gone by the time Hoko called to his friend upon digging up a hand. Artemis rushed over to him and they both started digging frantically, working together to move the bigger stones, until the managed to uncover the man's head and torso. He appeared to be unconscious and there was a large bloody gash on his forehead, but other than that it seemed he would live.

Artemis sighed in relief, "Right. I'll finish getting him out while you take care of those gentlemen over there."

"What are you…" Hoko started, turning around to see a large group of armed guards, the Blood Circle's security forces no doubt, staring right at them. Hoko's jaw nearly fell to the floor when he saw them.

When the hell did they get here?! He thought looking back at Artemis, only to see the other man was already dragging the unconscious prisoner away from the rubble.

"YOU IDIOT! GET BACK HERE!!" The blonde man shouted, shaking his fist at the other, only to get a thumbs-up in reply.

"Hey…look at that mark! He's with Fairy Tail!" one of the guards shouted, pointing at Hoko.

"Fairy Tail? That means they're trying to shut us down!" said another.

Artemis sighed, "See? I told you not to get your Guild Mark on such a visible part of your body."

"No one asked you!" Hoko snapped.

"Don't get so worried. They only sent two mages. We'll take them down and lock them up with the rest of the fighters!" shouted a third, earning a cry of agreement from the rest.

"Don't get so cocky," Hoko growled, throwing his cloak to one-side, "You have no idea what a mage of Fairy Tail can do."

Hoko prepared to cast a spell just as the first round of guards charged him, forcing him to jump to the side. He was then completely cut off from casting, as he had to quickly avoid spears and swords coming from all directions. Seeing no chance of getting enough time to calculate his spell, he turn around and made a run for it and the entire platoon followed close behind.

(With Artemis….)

Meanwhile, Artemis had set the unconscious prisoner against a wall and got to work on the repressor cuffs he was wearing. After a few moments, the man began to stir and the blonde turned his attention away from his work, "Oi, you awake?"

The man moaned, "Damn…what the hell hit me..?"

"Something between twenty and thirty tonnes of stone and earth. You aren't seriously injured, so be thankful for that," Artemis replied, holding up two fingers, "How many fingers to you see?"

"Who the hell are you?" was the reply.

"My name is Artemis Woodowl and I'm here to help you. Your name is Shidyk right?"

He nodded, "Yeah…"

"Okay, just try to stay with me. Once I get these cuffs off we can see about getting you out of-"

He was cut off by a panicked scream and both men looked up in the stands to see Hoko running for his life as the guards got even closer to him.

Shidyk blinked, "Shouldn't you help him?"

"No, he's used to running for his life," Artemis replied, getting back to work.

(With Hoko…)

Hoko ran down a flight of stairs and leapt back into the arena. He had to get rid of the guards and his only options were to either cast a spell now, or get caught. He skidded to a halt and faced the incoming guard. He took a quick moment to calculate before unleashing a spell.

"Tornado!"

A fierce whirlwind suddenly erupted in the ring and collected in front of Hoko in the form of a well-sized tornado. Hoko grinned as the guards stopped in fear. The wind stayed put for a moment before it suddenly bolted forward.

And straight for Hoko.

"SHIT!!!!" he screamed, running away as fast as he could. The guards stared at each other for a few seconds before continuing their pursuit.

(With Artemis…)

There was a light click as the second cuff came off and Artemis sighed. The grey haired man stared at his wrists for a second, almost as if he couldn't believe what had just happened, but then smiled.

"You have no idea how long I've been waiting to get out of this place…"

"Well, you and everyone else that have been kept prisoner here will have their freedom," Artemis said, turning to see what had happened to Hoko. Seeing his companion being chased down not only by guards, but the very spell he had conjured made the other mage sigh.

"Not again…"

Shidyk sweat dropped, "That's happened before?"

"It happens a lot…. I guess I've got no choice but to help him…" he muttered, stepping forwards. Artemis didn't take nearly as long to concentrate his spell as Hoko did and an instant later, he executed it.

"Orbital Alliance: Earth's Rapture!"

The ground beneath the guards began to tremble and shake before bursting forth like a geyser. The guards screamed as they were thrown into the air, hit the ceiling at full force, and fell several meters down, hitting the ground hard. Artemis sighed and dusted his hands off.

"Easy enough," he said, before calling out to his friend, "Hoko! I've taken care of the guards! Now you can- NO DON'T COME THIS WAY WITH THAT THING FOLLOWING YOU!!!"

Artemis continued shouting as Hoko started getting closer. When he was about halfway across the stadium, he rolled to the side, letting the tornado run right past him. Just as that happened, the manager ran out from one of the arena doors, having finally arrived and perhaps prepared to stop this intrusion himself. The very instant he entered, he was caught it the runaway tornado and launched into the air, hitting the ground face first.

The tornado continued on for Artemis, who leapt out of the way just in time. Shidyk, however, wasn't as quick and was hit head on. Artemis cried out in surprise and shouted at Hoko to dismiss it, until he heard a strange, yet familiar, sound. It was one of those sounds that was unbelievably natural. A sound that someone heard everyday almost anywhere they went.

It was the sound of someone eating.

Artemis and Hoko both stared to find the tornado was slowly disappearing. Every few moments, a hand would break out of it, grab some of the swirling wind and then disappear. After about a minute the wind was gone and Shidyk had swallowed the last of it.

"Man, that was really dry…" he muttered, "Still, it was the best thing I've eaten in a long time."

"Did he just…?" Hoko started.

"Eat your spell? Yes I think he did," Artemis replied.

Shidyk got to his feet and walked past the two mages and towards where the arena manager was attempting to get back on his feet. The tornado seemed to have taken a lot out of the big man. Just as he seemed ready to get up, a large shadow fell over him and he looked up to see Shidyk standing over him, a savage grin on the younger man's face.

The grey haired man cracked his knuckles, "You have no idea how long I've been waiting to do this…."

The manager didn't even have a chance to make a run for it before Shidyk pulled his arm back and it accelerated forwards, a strange glow surrounding his fist and a fierce blast shooting from his elbow.

"Charging Javelin!"

The second the punch hit, the man was sent flying past the borders of the battle field, past the arena wall and eventually out of sight. The only sound indicating that he had been finished off was the sudden cease in his screams.

"Wow," Hoko muttered, "You're right. He is a mage."

"I'm always right," Artemis replied, cocking his head to the side, "It looks like some sort of reflective magic…"

Shidyk turned and grinned at them, "I call it Doble Knight. It lets me absorb magic and send it right back at someone."

Artemis nodded, "I see. Then that must have been the power you absorbed from eating Hoko's spell."

"Yeah. Usually I have to absorb it into my other arm, but eating it works too," he said, "What about your magic? What's it called?"

Hoko got to his feet and dusted himself off. "I use a storm magic called Tempest and Artemis' magic is a cosmic type called Andromeda," he said. "We can discuss this more later though. We still have a job to finish. Can you show us where the other prisoners are?"

Shidyk nodded and started to lead the pair down into the catacombs. They were only about half way to the prison cells when Shidyk stopped and turned to them, "That guard said you were in something called 'Fairy Tail'. What's that?"

Artemis blinked, apparently surprised at the question, "Fairy Tail is our Guild."

Shidyk cocked his head to the side, "Guild?"

"A guild is," Hoko explained, "an association for mages. It mediates jobs and other information to said mages. Basically, we join a guild and then we are able to get jobs so that we can earn money. It's a bit like a family. Everyone in the guild is nakama and we try to help each other out. We even form teams with other guild members that we get along with so that difficult jobs will be easier. You aren't considered a full-fledged mage until you join a guild."

The grey haired man looked thoughtful for a moment, "You say that…you take jobs to earn money?"

Artemis nodded, "We are getting paid five million jewels to take down this ring."

"Do you think…do you think that I could join your guild? I've been stuck here since I was a kid and I've got no where else to go," He asked.

Artemis looked thoughtful, "We'd have to talk to the Master…"

Hoko grinned, "Don't put too much thought into it. Jii-chan would never cast anyone out if they wanted to join," He turned to Shidyk, "It's settled. We finish up here and in a few days, you'll be part of Fairy Tail!"

Terms

Saboten: A desert port city in Fiore. It is a huge trade centre when it comes to industry, but doesn't really offer too much for mages except passage to Suiren. Saboten means Cactus.

Suiren: A desert port city in Fiore. It is a huge mage city and offers a vast selection of rare magical goods. To the north of it lies many ancient ruins and beneath it lies the infamous Blood Circle. Suiren means Water lily or Lotus.

Jewels: The Currency used in the Fairy Tail world.

Blood Circle: An illegal fighting ring that operates beneath the ruins to the north of Suiren. It is known for it's cruel treatment of prisoners and relies on slave trades or kidnapping to find its fighters. It is named because of the brutal battles that occur there, usually leaving only one combatant alive.

Black: The fake name Artemis chose for himself. Due to a lack of originality he called himself this based on the colour of his travel cloak.

Blue: The fake name Artemis chose for Hoko. Due to a lack of originality Artemis called him this based on the colour of Hoko's travel cloak.

Magic Repressors: Enchanted items used to prevent mages from using their magic, usually in the form of shackles or other restraints. (Note: Fishie created Item)

Grim Knight Shidyk: One of the prisoners of the Blood Circle.He is a mage that uses Doble Knight magic, which allows him to reflect spells back at their casters. This power has earned him his alias the "Grim Knight". He also has the ability to eat magic, often commenting on its taste (i.e. he will say how spicy a fire spell was or how chilly an ice spell was).

Balkan: A monkey like creature that survives by taking over the bodies of humans.

Earthquake: One of the spells used by Tempest mages. It causes an earthquake that ranges in size and strength based on the caster's calculations.

Hoko: A member of Fairy Tail. Hoko is a mage who practices the Storm Magic 'Tempest' and thus can call upon natural disasters. He can be a very inept mage and often makes mistakes in his casting, causing his spells to backfire. He is a strict vegetarian and refuses to touch meat. He loves to cook. He is currently in a team with Artemis. His guild mark is located on his right cheek.

Artemis: A member of Fairy Tail. Artemis is a mage who practices the Cosmic Magic 'Andromeda' and thus relies on the power granted by the galaxy to cast spells. He is very level headed for the most part and highly intelligent. He never lets anyone touch the old pointed hat he wears for some unknown reason. He seems to be of an unknown race. He is currently in a team with Hoko. His guild mark is on his left forearm.

Fairy Tail: Fairy Tail is a powerful guild that runs like a giant family, with Makarov being the father figure of all the members whom he considers his children. They are greatly disliked by the Magic Council (with the exception of Sieglein) because the members often cause a lot of unnecessary trouble and destruction during their missions that causes problems for the Council. Fairy Tail has been shown to be respected by many of the other guilds, but have also been shown to be hated by dark guilds and their rivals, Phantom Lord.

Guild Mark: Simply, it is a symbol used to represent a guild. Every guild has a different mark and the members of these guilds have the mark stamped somewhere on their body.

Tornado: One of the spells used by Tempest Mages. It summons a tornado that varies in size and power depending on the casters calculations.

Orbital Alliance: A group of Andromeda spells that utilizes the power of the plants in the Solar System. (i.e. Earth, Jupiter, Venus)

Earth's Rapture: The Orbital Alliance Spell that deals with the planet Earth. This spell causes the ground beneath a target to erupt like a geyser.

Charging Javelin: Shidyk collects the magic into his right arm before he expels some from his elbow and accelerates the magic coated fist.

Doble Knight: A defensive magic that allows the user to swallow magic, impact, or force through his left arm and then send it back by using a special spell through his right arm. When using his left arm he usually activates a spell by shouting "Black Knight," likewise if he uses his right arm he will shout "White Knight." His magic is unusual as it allows him to eat magic as though it was food and allows him even greater physical strength that lasts only as long as he has magical energy inside of him. Doble is Spanish for Double.

Tempest: A storm magic that allows the user to summon natural disasters. It is a very difficult magic to use, as it requires the user to not only be able to make precise calculations, but to have the ability to concentrate very hard. The slightest mistake can throw off a spell.

Andromeda: A cosmic magic that gains its power from the galaxy. Andromeda is an older magic and has been studied for hundreds of years. There two types of spells in Andromeda: the more powerful, Planetary spells known as the Orbital Alliance and the weaker cosmic body spells.

Jii-chan: Means 'Grandpa'. Most members of Fairy Tail refer to their master by this title.

On the next Chapter:

Shidyk: You two don't think that I can handle a job!?

Artemis: It's not that we don't, Shidyk. We just think you should work with someone until you are looked at.

Hoko: Speak for yourself.

Shidyk: I'll show those two, that I can handle anything I set my mind to!

???: So...a couple of Fairy Tail boys are in my town?

Next time: The Grim Knight's Rite! The Boss of the Blood Circle!

And here it is! The first chapter. Finally. God I've been working on this for a long time… Well, chapter two will be written by Shidyk-kun, so I'll see you again for Chapter three!

Fishie-chan out!

And Shidyk-kun in! This is co-writer of this fan-fiction wanting to say that chapter two will deal with the rest of this story and perhaps a little bit more (big on the perhaps). In any case, I think I'll just say this:

Get ready for a really crazy ride!

Shidyk-kun out!