Some Items to note:

This story takes place during the meiji era.

Fairy Tail (a highly dangerous assassin group) played a part in bringing about this change.

This story is loosely based of off Rurouni Kenshin and Nikita (The TV Series).

References may be drawn from Japanese History but I pretty much suck in this field so I'm not adverse to getting some guidance and making a whole bunch of stuff up cuz it's fun.

Disclaimer applied. Don't own Fairy Tail and will never own em.

This is merely fan fiction/entertainment.

This story is rated M for probable sex scenes, cursing, violence and killing. Don't like? Well, you're free to click the little back arrow. No pressure. With that being said, I hope you guys enjoy the story and off course post your thoughts about it. You can even tell me some stuff you might wanna see. Updates will be posted once each week, preferably on a Tuesday fan fiction time. There will be errors but who cares we're all about enjoying the show, eh!

Full Summary: Ten years ago the war had ended and Fairy Tail, an elite group of assassins whom brought the feudal era to an end, disbanded. Lucy Heartfilia is a part of a new elite group of assassins harboring children from the revolution. With her heart tainted darkness, she wants nothing more than to dye her blade red. Red with the blood of Fairy Tail but when a mission goes wrong and she ends up in the care of a bunch of inn keepers, will her blade dull or will the mysterious secrets surrounding these strangers especially the pink haired bastard whom won't leave her alone destroy the bits of pieces remaining of this thing called a heart.

Chapter 1

It's raining again.

Brown eyes lowered and she tightened her grip on her sheathed swords, which rested idly against her left shoulder.

She hated the rain yet it continued to pour and pour, beating roughly on the leaves above, soaking all of the varying plants, grass and insects. It felt cold too. A droplet of water slid down her cheek.

For as long as she could remember, almost every time she killed someone within the last three months, it always rained. Almost like the world understood, no, could feel her pain, as if it cried for her — which was preposterous. The world couldn't feel her pain. No one could feel her pain for if they did then it wouldn't have allowed her to become what she had become.

She had never wanted to kill anyone. In fact she had once pictured herself as a writer. However, everything had came crashing down on that cruel, cruel day when people dressed in black had stormed her mansion and killed both her mother and father in front of her. Her family were rich, apart of the Tokugawa Shogunate. Back then a war had been brewing and no one knew who to trust. Her family had been on the losing side.

The side that had wanted change and hence had eliminated any and everyone that had stand in their way had won.

The blonde craved the day she could have her revenge. Not only had she lost her childhood but she had lost her happiness and innocence too becoming someone cold-hearted and dead. The only reason she lived was to have revenge. She remembered hiding beneath the basement, she remembered the servant who held her, praying to kami-sama that the secret room wouldn't be discovered and she could remember as clear as day the cries, the slicing of metal in the air as they murdered everyone. She could remember it all and it hurt. She squeezed her swords tighter as her eyes narrowed darkly. She would make them pay. All of them.

The servant, Virgo, had raised her from then. The losing side had few members who survived. Those who had survived, especially children of the dead had vowed to have revenge and as such had been trained to become the best assassins this world had ever had.

Another drop of water landed on her cheek. Slowly, the blonde haired woman glanced up, eye lashes almost brushing against ivory cheeks. It had stopped raining. The dark clouds were rolling away now, revealing the sun. A sun so bright that it caused her to wince before her head lowered and she averted her attention to the ground.

She could see the ants beginning to crawl. It was time to return to headquarters. After all her mission had been completed. Two of those scums who had taken part in the raid were dead and she smirked in satisfaction as she rose.

The blonde slid her sword in the grey cloth like belt, which was tied around her waist. She was dressed in a blue kimono and there were a string around her neck which was attached to the side of a flat head, straw hat, which was behind her. Reaching her hands back, she grabbed hold of the hat before resting it on her head. Her hair was tied in a high ponytail with bangs resting on her forehead and two pieces at either side of her face, lying on her shoulders.

By the time, Lucy had reached the outskirts of a city by the name of Magnolia, she had felt her stomach growled. It was now a late Monday afternoon. People still bustle the streets. They all looked happy and at peace, as if the war hadn't happened ten years ago. The blonde gritted her teeth, glaring at the ground while she kept her head down. Just because their lives hadn't been ruined didn't mean they had to forget or act as if the war hadn't happened all those years ago. Thousands of people had lost their lives! People's happiness had been taken away from them!

Dropping her head some more before she could lash out, the blonde turned into a small kura-zukuri type house. It was full. Too full and if her stomach hadn't howled softly again she would have turned around. Selecting a small table in the corner of the crowded room, the blonde took a seat and waited for a waitress to appear.

In the meanwhile, she lowered her head. While it was permitted to be seen with a sword, it wasn't exactly permitted for a woman to have one. Though the war had changed the world for a quote better Japan, in the country of Fiore, it didn't mean women were equaled to men. In fact if someone had saw her, a woman, with a weapon, she was pretty sure she would do some time in jail and she smiled wickedly. That is if they could capture her.

"Good evening. I will be your waitress this evening. My name is Akame, how may I assist you, sir?"

With a deepened voice, Lucy responded, "Tea. Misao soup will be fine."

"Is that all, sir?"

"Hai."

Then the waitress was gone. Lucy tilted her head to the side and noticed the bounce in her steps. They were all fools if they thought this peace could last.

In a few minutes time the waitress soon returned with her order, setting it down on the table before bowing and exclaiming, 'Enjoy your meal, sir!'

Lucy brought the small mug to her mouth. A second later, she tipped her head to the side and regarded the woman with narrowed brown eyes and a deep, male like voice, "Thank you. That will be all."

The waitress blushed and bowed again before moving on to another table.

Finishing her meal as quietly as possible with her head bowed, the blonde felt someone slither past her. Briefly, their kimono slid against the side of her sitting body and her eyes lowered even more when she realized that said person had dropped a piece of parchment in front of her meal.

She was use to persons working for her organization giving her instructions in the weirdest of places.

Once flipped to the other side, the blonde read in a whisper, "Gildarts". After those words were more kanji which indicated where the man would be and at what time. Below all of this was one word which made her squeeze her mug of tea even tighter. 'Fairy Tail'

Gildarts was an ex member of the squad of trained assassings who had brought about peace to this country yet at the same time had took away her and dozens of others happiness. They were the ones responsible for what she had become and they would pay.

Night had slowly descended in a small town of Fiore called Edolas.

The streets barely contained its denizens and the overgrowth of trees from the houses guarded by wall shook with the breeze of the wind.

Four pairs of drunken feet stumbled alongside a bridge. This bridge was above a long, flowing river with vicious currents. The river was so long that rumored had it it basically stretched into another city. Not that the four drunken men would care. They were far too enchanted with their bottles and perverted chatter and laughter. Amongst them was a man with sleek red hair that was pulled back, who was dressed in a dark green kimono.

All of them had swords at their sides.

"Ah Gildarts, you must tell me the secret. How do you attract such beautiful women," one of the men with white messy hair laughed good naturedly. The others followed suit.

Placing a hand behind his red hair, Gildarts laughed again, "The booze. It's all in the booze, my dear friends."

"But honestly, Tokuto is the most beautiful geisha I have ever seen. It has been said she never smiles and yet you manage to make the impossible possible all within a few seconds. Surely the booze can't be all to it. You must tell me your secret so that I may woo Kagura." Another one in the group commented.

Once more everyone laughed.

The chatter continued even when they reached the other side of the bridge.

None of them noticed, behind them —on the other side, a woman in a black cloak glanced on.

Her eyes lowered as she made sure her ki was still invisible.

Clouds moved, standing in front of the moon. The wind howled viciously and when a few leaves fell to the ground, the blonde took off in a blur.

The men laughed again.

Wind knocked right passed one of them. The one with the white hair. The next second his laughter stopped. Soon blood squirted into the air as his head fell to the ground.

Gasps.

Everyone's eyes widened at the touch of the blood.

Gildarts was the first to take out his sword as he came out of his drunken stupor followed by the other two.

Standing in front of them was a person in a black cloak.

"Who the fuck are you!" yelled one of the men, frightened.

Gildart's eyes lowered as he realized he couldn't sense anything from this person. This was impossible. To completely hide one's ki was….

"What the fuck did you do!" yelled the other man and both of them took off, swords raised, running blindly to the figure.

"Shit. Wait!" It was too late.

The blur moved again. The other two men never got a chance to use their weapon for more blood splattered into the air before they fell to the floor, pooled in their own blood.

The red head brought his sword up just in time to deflect an attack.

"Tch. Ten years have obviously made you soft."

Gildart's eyes widened slightly. "Excuse me. Do I know you?"

"No, but there won't be any need since you will be dead." The figure with the strange deep voice moved again, swiping their sword from his right but he jumped back, into the air, before metal could meet with flesh.

The man remained calm as he assessed the figure which got into another stance, sheathing their sword.

"Listen-"

In a second the cloaked person was on him and he blocked the attack by bringing his sword above his head. But that didn't stop this enigma for they flipped back into the air, making sure their feet met with his chin. The attack sent him stumbling back just as the person landed.

This person was serious. He really was out to kill him and he decided he needed to act quick even though he had pledge never again to fight with this sword unless it were to protect. However, there was nothing to protect. His friends had just been brutally murdered. His face tightened. The least he could do was figure out why were they slaughtered. His sword left its sheath.

Soon swords clashed. Sparks flew. The next attack he sent was conducted so fast after his previous attack that it was impossible for the intruder to dodge as he roughly swung his blade upwards.

It should've been impossible yet the person managed to jump backwards. Pieces of material fluttered to the ground. Next second, the cloak was split in half. The hood fell off and in the night, where the moon peeked scantily from behind the clouds, blonde hair tied in a ponytail whirled with the wind.

His eyes widened slightly when he watched the front of this person's kimono from the upper part split into two, revealing breast bindings.

What the….

He never got a chance to finish his trail of thought for the person was on him, attacking viciously from every angle as he deflected it like they were nothing.

This person was a woman.

Her eyes were narrowed viciously. Her face beautiful but emotionless.

What the fuck was going on here?

A woman had just killed his drinking buddies like they were nothing and in an instant. There was only two other women he was aware of who could move as fast and as powerful as this and those two women, like him, had laid down their blades.

Beneath the moon, the fight continued for a few minutes longer.

"Gildarts-san!"

"Tch." The blonde haired woman sent a rough kick in his stomach, sending him trotting back by a few steps before turning around to attack the other eight men that had suddenly appeared. All of them at one point had been members of fairy tail yet the woman seemed to be defending and attacking all of them with such skill that Gildarts was left in awe. These were the people he were to meet up with not far from here to head to a brothel.

He watched in slight horror, as a blade cut through her shoulders and blood whipped viciously into the air. The next thing he knew more blood fled into the air as metal met with her ankle, the side of her stomach and the tip of a blade had even graze the side of her cheek.

She fell on one knee but brought her sword up to block an attack from one of his friends before she rolled to her side to avoid a stomp from another person.

She was panting now. Her instructions had never hinted there would be back up and all of these men were they fairy tail scum too. She gritted her teeth, glaring murderously. She wanted them all to die! Just die!

And she attacked them again even though it hurt. Her wounds ached and she seemed to be losing more blood with each second that passed. She didn't care though. It didn't matter how battered this body became, it didn't mater how many wounds and stabs she had to take she would kill them all. Every last one of the bastards who had killed her family!

Just die!

Droplets of blood landed on the floor. Her leg had taken another slice of metal. They had forced her to the bridge, cornering her from either side.

Her heart squeezed again. It couldn't end here. It just couldn't. Lucy held her sword tighter, glaring murderously at the men.

She gritted her teeth. There was only one thing left to do. Gildarts' eyes widened at the last second. "Wait!" But it was too late. The blonde samurai had already swung her blade several times, causing for cracks to appear all over the bridge. She hopped on top of the railing. With a silent glance, a plea for revenge, she jumped into the vicious river.

Gildarts growled lowly, "Damn it."

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Flashback#1

Within the darkness, the moon gleamed down on shattered houses and broken bones and puddles of blood. A sword dropped and hair as red as blood whipped as they approached a man covered in red whose chin was lowered.

"It's finally over, Natsu. We've won."

Silence.

Tears spilled down the cheeks of a white haired woman. "But at what cost, Erza. I don't ever want to use a sword again! I don't ever want to kill again. Our comrades, my sister," cried another voice.

A hand belonging to the red haired woman reached out. "I'm sorry Mira..."

Very slowly, the pink haired man raised his chin. Red eyes narrowed dangerously as blood slid down his chin.

Erza bit her lip as the water started to trail down her face. The war was finally over but at what cost. What had they become?

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What had they done?

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