A/N: Yo people! Yes, i was here seconds ago and you just missed me!(no, seriously, don't believe it because that's meant to confuse you) but yeah. This is my first ever Xover story and it involves the FT and AC canon! For me, i like to have an OC of one universe who basically lives in the canon of another and merge the two together and hopefully pull it off as canon filler. So, this is an AC character in FairyTail. You may see more little Xovers here and now with other universes like the One Piece saga and maybe some elements from other games. Insert disclaimer here (I do not own Assassin's Creed and FairyTail) and enjoy the fruits of my labour!

Yosh! Let's go!

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My name is Ghost.

I am an Assassin.

My bloodline has been a member of the Assassin brotherhood for countless centuries and I am content to be a part of it. Since the start of our war with the Templars, we have toiled long and hard to restore peace and free will for the innocent humanity that we fight for.

You, reader, may be confused at my words. No matter. Let me explain the history of the Assassin brotherhood since we entered Earthland.

It was about a few years since the Pieces of Eden were first discovered from our original home in Edolas and we took them over the boundaries of Edolas into Eathland for safekeeping. Little did we know that our mortal enemies followed us closely and managed to steal the Pieces from our possession. The tables were turned in such a way that since that day countless generations ago, both sides have reached a stalemate.

Since the first day here on Earthland soil, my bloodline set themselves aside from most of the order to chronicle our dealings with the Templars and to further improve ourselves exponentially. We immediately set work on writing down histories far beyond what the usual history books would tell you. As such, my ancestor acquired a book that was able to contain as much information as the human mind, which is to say a whole library full of information, if not more.

Slowly he began chronicling events down in the book, from his initiation into the order up until the time of his retirement from the mantle of the Assassin. He settled down and bore one son. That boy was taught the Creed since the day of his birth and learned how to deal an equal measure of justice to his enemies and to those who had wronged him.

The first ancestor of mine realised that teaching his son, also another ancestor of mine, would prove difficult through the use of verbal word, so he sent him to train with other Assassins. The trainings proved little more than a real challenge and with that result, the second generation Assassin began to write a new section in the magically blessed book.

This new section was on the techniques of the Assassin brotherhood, which taught many things ranging from how to walk to killing a target. Elaborate drawings always accompanied the articles that was trying to explain the techniques in great detail and as such, guaranteed success in every possible mission against the Templars.

When his time as an Assassin had come to a close, the second generation Assassin had a son with his wife before passing the book to him. This cycle continued for many generations; each of my ancestors writing a piece of history as well as adding new articles concerning new techniques, weapons, almost anything under the sun and moon that would be useful to us Assassins. Every generation always had something to write, for every generation of my bloodline only produced one Assassin.

You would probably wonder: Why is my name Ghost?

Ghost is an alias that has followed us through the Anima portal from Edolas. Because of the book, my bloodline has become more of a honed dagger being sharpened to its finest. Several scars line the blade's flat side, a sign that it has seen battle.

And seen a long and bloody one at that.

Only "Ghost" was selected by the Mentor to undertake missions that would easily kill a Master Assassin. The fact that the book had already taught us everything made us seem like true angels of death. As such, we were not selected often for various missions but from time to time, there would be a courier mission or the like in which we could observe the world once more through our eyes. Most of the Assassins do not know the existence of a "Ghost" within their ranks. Even we are kept a secret from most of our brothers and sisters in the order. My bloodline became known as the 'Ghost' bloodline; a shadow within the Assassin brotherhood.

Now, I have been overlooked in my role as an Assassin, I have been repeatedly broken by my fellow Assassins, I have been severely wounded time and time again,

But I have become a true Ghost worthy of my bloodline and to the Assassin brotherhood.

I am the one whom no one knows.

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Hello everyone!

My name is Mirajane.

I am a mage of the guild Fairy Tail, well, WAS a mage of Fairy Tail for reasons that I am not willing to share with you yet. I'm still a part of it though!

I'm sure everyone has seen me at least once before. I'm one of the cover girls of the weekly Sorcerer magazine that hits the newsstands every Wednesday. I'm also Fairy Tail's resident barmaid and sneaky matchmaker! :D

Why am I writing this? Well, let's just say Master wanted me to keep a close eye on the guild when he's away like Natsu and Gray fighting each other or when someone wants to do a job from the request board… the list is long and I don't think I have the time to write them all down in here.

Since I did— wait, no, I'm not going to share with you now… Well, nothing much is happening these days since the Eisenwald incident and everyone seems to be doing odd jobs on their own. Erza seems to be benefitting from all this the most- did you know she brought back a huge horn before the Eisenwald incident? It's taking up a huge corner of the bar and I'm not going to be very pleased if she doesn't do something about it. :(

I wish I had my magic back though… life sometimes seems like hell without it. Sometimes I'm not able to support myself with the bar money that I'm making and Elfman can only do so many jobs… I feel kind of useless you know what I'm saying? Maybe I could do something about the horn in the corner…or stop Wakaba from trying to hit on me…or maybe get some more money to buy food when I get back home or for music lessons…the possibility is endless! BUT I'm stuck here behind this old bar with no form of recreation that I can look forward to.

I guess life's like that…

Cana's holding a barrel of beer at her table again… I'd better stop her before everyone else complains!

Got to go! Bye!

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Undisclosed place, underground.

A young man sat down on a lone mahogany table with an open book laid out in front of him and a quill in his right hand. He looked down at an empty page and began to think, before writing neatly in clear lines what he was writing about. The quill ran up and down in graceful and elegant strokes, sometimes sectioning several paragraphs of information to allow a space on the page for an illustration of what he was working on.

The eyes under his cowl were somewhat startling to see, given that he had only one remaining eye. His right eye had a purple pupil and his left was horribly scarred, white and blank. Behind these facial features was a full facemask that had no eyeholes nor was of thin fabric. The leather with the Creed insignia lightly stitched onto the facemask made sure that his face was covered at all times in all sorts of conditions and situations.

The hand that held the quill was worn with a fingerless glove that had red accents on a white and black base. The other hand was a metal alloy claw, as well as the metallic prosthetic running up to the shoulder joint. Neither glove nor sleeve covered the arm; not only because there was no need to but it was covered in defensive thorns save for the arm's underside. A hidden blade sat nestled in the forearm accompanied by a small but powerful gun that formed the bulk of his left forearm. The barrel ended in a small hole in the base of his palm. The hidden blade allowed the Assassin to wield it like a dagger due to the complexity of the inlaying mechanisms.

A door opened behind him to reveal another similarly dressed Assassin. The door creaking reverberated around the stone cold room and the sudden gush of wind from the door flickered the light from the candles that had decorated the room.

"You're needed for an assignment," said the Assassin.

"Who is it from?" a quiet, slow baritone voice asked in reply.

"Master Assassin Dina."

"I will be there in a minute," Ghost closed his book and began to arm himself up before meeting Master Assassin Dina. He took off his cloak before heading into a nearby room that was his personal armoury.

He approached a mannequin that held his Assassin robes for him. He took off his cowl and began wearing his robes slowly, remembering the pain that he had to go through to be able to be where he was today. He zipped up the robes, checking that he had a shirt underneath before turning to look at his back to see if the robe's two tails were fitted properly and covered his legs adequately. Seeing that he was satisfied with himself, he slipped on the hood over his head, the beak of it having an inverted Creed insignia stitched on it. Several belts that were used as sashes wrapped around his body before a messenger bag was slung across his slim body's back. Pouches were then attached to the sashes before being filled with ammunition and various hand bombs. He then strapped a particularly large pouch on his right thigh for trip wire bombs that complemented his dark coloured cargo pants that had more than a few pockets. Last to be worn were his shoes, thin soled and had an indent between the big toe and the other toes for better grip when running and climbing.

His weapons were well chosen: a Chinese rope dart with grappling hooks hung from his waist, followed by his personal parrying dagger being tied to a belt that was slung across his chest. Throwing knives were carefully placed all over his body; five were in their holsters that were tied to his right bicep, five were on the left side of his waist, five were tied to his left thigh and another five more lay hidden in his prosthetic arm. Last but not least, a long bow and quiver made up his arsenal and he finished off by filling the quiver with seven poison coated arrows.

He finished arming himself up before picking up the book and stashing it in his messenger bag before going to see Master Dina.

"That woman is one of the nicest people in the order…"

He walked out of his room and proceeded into the briefing room to see the Master Assassin Dina talking to one of the recruits before noticing him.

"If it isn't the disciple," she smiled.

"My lady Dina," Ghost bowed in greeting.

"Please, call me Dina," she gently told him, blushing slightly.

"You called for me?"

"Ah yes," she then turned around to face a table. "Recently, a mage from the guild of Fairy Tail killed a massive beast and took its horn as her trophy."

"A woman and a horn? What is the relation?" asked Ghost.

"The horn houses one of our important documents, a small diamond to be exact," she told him. "It is one of our Assassin's bloodline's heirlooms."

"Where do I go?"

"A town by the name of Magnolia."

"I shall leave now for the train station."

"I like that about you, you know that?"

"What about it?" Ghost inquired.

"You just find out what you're supposed to do and then you just…do it." Dina finished awkwardly.

"That is because I know what to do and how I plan to do it," he replied. Ghost began walking out the door and into the open city.

Finding the train station, he bought a ticket with some jewels that he had drawn from the bank and proceeded to board the train, taking a cabin that had comfortable seats.

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Magnolia

"Master, we're out of food for the guild," lamented Mirajane from behind the bar. It had already been the fourth time this week.

"You can go and buy food from the markets by yourself," Master Makarov gently smiled at her. "Get a few people to help you carry the food back."

"What about the money for the food?"

"Hold on a sec," Makarov began fishing for jewels in his pockets, eventually taking out a bag that she estimated about twenty thousand jewels worth. She took the bag of money gratefully and scanned the guild hall, looking for anyone that could help her with her shopping.

Natsu and Gray were fighting as usual and Wakaba was just staring at her to notice anything except her nice body. As far as she knew, Erza and Lucy were out on a job to get the latter's rent money. Cana was already engrossed with her wine drinking to which Master Makarov had readily joined her a bit too heartily. Macao was out taking care of Romeo and Team Shadow Gear had a last minute matter to attend to. Reedus, Nab and Vijeeter were busily hanging out at their table over a few drinks while Laxus and the Raijinshuu clearly did not want to be disturbed.

"Has anyone seen Elfman?" Mirajane called across the hall.

"He went back home to rest," said Loki, who had just suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

"Could you help me?" Mira asked him but her question fell on deaf ears as Loki was being pulled away by several of the other female guild mates.

"I guess I have to go alone again this time," she sighed to herself rather dejectedly, her reaction a bit like a deflating balloon. She closed the bar and packed her things in her handbag before setting out of the guild house to do some marketing.

As she walked through the streets, people recognised her as the cover girl on the weekly Sorcerer magazine. Most of the people who recognised her were guys. They were undoubtedly smitten with her flowing white hair that ran down her back with her signature forward ponytail that stood up on her forehead. Her alluring and demure blue eyes only made her more desirable face all the more beautiful. Her curvy body was what made the men swoon over her; the dress that she always wore hugged her torso rather snugly.

Some of the men were shy while others were clearly brazen, immediately going forward to her to ask for dates and the like. She turned them down very gently before continuing on her way to the markets, arriving there with smile on her face as she prepared to greet stall owners from various different shops.

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Vergil

Ghost had arrived at Magnolia station a little earlier than he expected alone. The journey here had been rather uneventful and the Assassin managed to be productive and finish the article he was writing in the book with careful attention to detail. The little brown book that he now was keeping inside his bag had the face of a demonic ghost splayed on the front cover. It did not look thick but rest assured, it was very, very, informative.

He slowly walked around the station to get more familiar with his surroundings before activating his sixth sense, or as it was more affectionately known, Eagle Sense.

Eagle Sense allowed the user to easily differentiate enemy from friend from target. The user would often see a dark bluish background that would enable him/her to see in the dark without any external aid. Enemies would be highlighted red, allies in blue and targets in gold. Points of interest were marked white. In addition, he could see through walls as well as track down targets that had already left the area that he was in a few minutes later.

With the Eagle Sense, he saw two women, one decked out in armour and the other clad in a simple white top and blue skirt, highlighted in gold; a redhead and a blonde respectively. He decided to follow them for a bit before going around Magnolia to synchronise himself with the town layout. He climbed a rather high building and looked around from his perch as he stood up on it to have a perfect view of the neighbourhood all around him. He leapt from his perch with arms outstretched before performing a flip so that he was falling with his back to the ground before landing in a sakura petal cart. He emerged out of it and met with a small market. Hunger immediately assaulted his stomach and he walked to one of the bakeries to buy a loaf of bread.

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Mirajane

This is not making my life easier…thought Mirajane.

One could tell that she was having extreme difficulty in carrying four bags worth of food and was now going to purchase one more bag before heading back to the guild house. She looked around for her favourite bakery, trudging slowly so as to not fall forward with her load.

That was until she walked into someone. One of the bags of food fell over and she resigned herself at the thought that it was just a stupid idea to go shopping all by herself. To her surprise, the person she walked into quickly and deftly caught the bag of food the right side up before taking a good look at her predicament of three other bags hiding her face.

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Vergil

"I am sorry to have obstructed you," Ghost apologised with a nod of his head before realising that she could not see in front of her. All he could see was the porcelain white skin on her arms and a forward ponytail that held up white hair. Realising her plight, he then slowly proceeded to take one more bag from her.

"Let me help you," he offered, taking a bag from her.

"Thank you so much!" she replied. Ghost took a good look at her before realising who she was instantaneously.

"I have I seen you before?" he coyly asked her. She just smiled at him and shook her head in reply.

"I don't think we have," she spoke. To Ghost, her voice was light and sweet, like an angel. Not that he had ever met one before.

"Where were you off to?" asked the Assassin.

"The bakery."

"Ah," he gestured to the shop, "I was going there as well."

The two proceeded there and set the bags down on a nearby table, Ghost asking Mirajane to buy him a loaf of bread in which he would pay her back later while he took care of the groceries. He took out his book and began a new entry under the 'social' tab, writing about the guilds in whatever detail that he knew.

Without knowing it, she came back sooner than he had expected and saw him writing about the legal guilds as well as dark guilds.

"What's that?"

"A book that I am writing in," Ghost answered.

"What are you writing in?"

"An entry, nothing more," he closed the book rather quickly, causing her to be slightly suspicious of him. She then gave him the loaf of bread and took his payment. The both of them gathered up the food and shared the load equally between them before heading off to wherever her guild was located. Just as they got out of the market, Ghost noticed that a number of men were giving him odd stares. He ignored them, turning his attention to her.

"I forgot my manners back there," Ghost took a step beside her, making conversation.

"It's alright, it always happens," she smiled at him.

"If I may, what is your name?" the Assassin asked.

"You mean," she was taken aback by his question, "you've never heard of me before?"

"I may have," Ghost paused, "but I only remember names."

"Oh? Well…" she thought for a while, before cautiously answering, "Mirajane Strauss."

"A pleasure to meet you, Miss Mirajane Strauss," he gave a slight nod of the head in acknowledgement.

"And you are?"

"Call me Ghost," he softly replied.

"What a curious name!" she remarked. The two turned left at a road junction and Ghost saw the gold trail that his two targets left behind in Eagle Sense and seeing the ghosts of the two targets chatting animatedly.

Unknowingly he began to walk slightly in front of her and she saw that his face was covered fully by a leather facemask.

"Your face! What happened to it?"

Ghost immediately slowed down to look at her before simply replying, "an animal attack did it."

"Did what?" she pressed him.

Ghost chose to ignore the question and the both of them made another turn down the street to see the guild Fairy Tail right at the end of it. He could tell even with her a quarter of a head shorter than him, she knew he was lying. Then again, it was too early in any relationship for such questions.

All he knew he was doing was to help her with her errands before attempting the assignment. Now he was helping one of his soon to be many targets in maintaining themselves before stealing back something of value that mattered little to him.

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Mirajane

What is with this man? Mirajane wondered. No man that I have met has kept secrets from me like him! What is he hiding? And what is with that arm of his?

She turned to look at him but she could not see beyond the facemask.

"What are you hiding?" she asked him.

"So you have noticed," he replied apologetically, "I am afraid I cannot tell you."

"Does it have to do with all the weapons that you're carrying?"

"Yes," he simply replied.

They reached the guild doors to see a brawl in progress, mainly fought by a large man with white hair, another with a pink haired fire mage, a semi-nude ice mage and the woman in armour that he had seen earlier.

Mirajane saw him look around the guild hall with keen eyes before asking him, "is something wrong?"

"Is your guild always like this?"

"Yes, pretty much," she smiled at him. The two waited for someone else to come and get the bags that Ghost was holding to no avail.

"How about you come in for a drink?" she asked him once more. He could see beads of cold sweat roll down her pretty face.

"Water?"

She nodded.

After a quick warning to him to avoid all manner of aggression, they darted in and out of the ever growing dust cloud that surrounded the brawlers to get to the bar on the other side. They set down the groceries and Mirajane quickly got two glasses of water for her and for the Assassin. He took the glass with thanks before she decided to sit next to him. A little toast followed.

"Cheers," she smiled to which he gave a slight nod. They downed the drink in one before she remarked.

"You don't talk much do you?"

Ghost nodded his head.

Double confirmation, she sighed. He looked around the guild hall once more.

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Vergil

He found it.

He found the horn that he was supposed to get the heirloom from in Eagle Sense as he drank the water. He cautiously looked at the brawlers before turning to Mirajane and pointed at it, asking her a question.

"Where did you get that?"

"Hmm…" Mira seemed lost in her daydreams before snapping back into reality at the question. "Sorry?"

"The horn," he replied.

"One of the mages here brought back that stupid horn after completing a job request," she huffed.

"May I take a closer look at it?"

On her consent, he got up and walked towards his objective, looking around the horn for a mechanical release lever or button switch that would reveal what he had originally come to Magnolia for. Hands ran over the smooth surface before his flesh fingers met with a small bump along the side of the horn. He pushed it.

Nothing happened. So, he tried again by twisting it.

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Mirajane

Suddenly, the whole guild hall was filled with an eerie, blue light. Mirajane looked to the source and found that the Assassin had fiddled with Erza's trophy and opened it, revealing a diamond the size of her head and held the most magnificent lustre that she had ever seen. The whole guild turned to look at the man before fixing their gaze on him.

"Who is this?" roared Erza. Ghost, she could see, immediately made for the door, stashing the diamond in his bag and the knight hot at his heels, along with Natsu and Gray.

The way that Ghost ran was…interesting.

Realising that he was going to be blocked by Macao and Wakaba along the main route out, Ghost started climbing onto the tables, leaping to and fro and soaring above the guild member's heads. Then, he leapt high in the air before twisting his body in such a way that a sword casually sailed past him in mid-air before landing on the ground with a roll and a well-timed slide under a table to have the way to the front door clear of all obstacles.

Save for one.

"Freed!" Laxus shouted at him and said person cast the runes instantaneously. Mirajane saw that Ghost was almost out of the doors before quickly braking but not hard enough to crash headfirst into an invisible wall, falling down on his back rather clumsily.

Erza walked up to the man on the ground and pointed her sword at him.

"How did you know to get a diamond from within the horn?"

No response.

"Answer me!"

Still no response. Erza drove the sword into the floorboard beside his head but he did not move a single inch. When she let go of the sword's handle, a thick black cloud engulfed the guild.

Mirajane could not see amidst the smokescreen and heard numerous coughs as a silent shooting sound ensued and the cry of the Fire Dragon Slayer rang out before being muffled.

Jet cleared the smoke immediately with his speed and everyone looked around to see the Assassin holding a well sharpened dagger at Natsu's neck.

"Natsu!" several of the guild members cried. Natsu struggled but was unable to make a move for fear of his life.

"I propose a challenge between you and Erza!" Master's voice announced to Ghost before anyone else could say anything.

Mirajane saw Ghost's reaction.

He just simply nodded.

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Mirajane

"If I win, you must give me back the diamond and never come back here again!" shouted Erza across the sparring circle that Freed set up.

"Isn't that…a bit too extreme?" the jaws of the guild dropped at her demand. It also did not help that Ghost was only at a table next to hers where he laid his weapons neatly, choosing only his left arm to spar with her. He looked at her weapons to see that she had taken more than four tables while he only took half while a bikini-top-clad-with-barrel-of-wine-in-hand bookie by the name of Cana took the empty half of his table and used it to record bets for the fight.

"What about you?" asked Cana as he laid his secondary blade down.

"I get to have Mirajane Strauss for twenty four hours from whenever I choose," he replied.

"That's too much!" the guild roared in protest. Ghost stayed silent, betting a jewel on Erza's success. Mirajane felt a bit uneasy at his wager.

"Really?" Cana teased, only to receive a quick, piercing glance from him.

"If all wagers and bets have been placed, will the contenders please step in!" shouted Max Alors, a fine sand mage who worked part time as an announcer. Both Erza and Ghost stepped into the ring, Erza drawing her short sword while Ghost drew his hidden blade and held it backwards; his favourite grip.

"As such, no blood will be drawn and no magic will be utilised," said Max. "If you are ready, FIGHT!"

Erza quickly bounded forward with her sword primed for a thrust through Ghost. The Assassin had been in this situation before. He simply withdrew his hidden blade before sidestepping her, catching her behind around the abdomen and throwing her backwards onto the ground. She came at him with a swipe but was easily dodged and met with a palm to the face. She reeled back after the attack to revaluate her deceptively deft opponent.

She tried for a quicker attack, only to meet his palm with her face. The next of flurry of attacks were no different either. The Assassin just casually dodged and provoked her to commit a mistake.

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Vergil

"He's good," commented Gray to Mirajane. She knew what he was talking about.

Ghost was able to keep up with Erza's lightning quick attacks with relative ease while doing nothing but push her away or slap her in the face. She could see that every movement and strike was well controlled and not once did she see him block the knight's sword at all. Could the Assassin really win this?

Erza was tired of this, she could tell. The attacks from Erza were now all concentrated on delivering pure brute force. It did not matter about the diamond anymore.

Hmm…Ghost thought to himself after seeing that his opponent was tiring out and fatigued. The last stroke had met with the dirt and refused to budge afterward. He slowly drew his hidden blade out once more, prepared for her last attack.

Without thinking, she charged at him with recklessness.

Bingo.

The Assassin caught the knight around the abdomen after sidestepping her. He raised her legs up in the air before falling backwards, using her as a cushion and knocking the wind out of her lungs, as well as effectively ending the fight.

It was very clear who the winner was as one was standing straight with no signs of fatigue while the other was on the ground in a foetal position moaning in pain.

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Mirajane

"Erza…lost?" quavered Natsu.

Mirajane was also in shock. In fact, the whole guild was. No one would have thought that Erza would have lost to an outsider. There was no question about it; he had clearly won, there was no doubt.

"No way," gaped Max. No one could come to terms with a knocked out Erza on the ground.

The Assassin walked over to Mirajane and gave her a bow saying, "I will come for you. Please be ready."

She just nodded her head in response as Ghost made his way out of the guild compound and off to where he was supposed to go.

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Vergil

Back on the train, Ghost took out the book and aptly wrote a word on the cover.

Codex.

Then he wrote another entry in the article bearing his real name and the year he was born, careful not to omit details that would disadvantage Assassins that would come after him in the bloodline. He wrote about the use of magic in conjunction with combat and penned his thoughts as such:

I met with a legal guild today on an assignment. I never knew about how mages fight with the aid of magic while we Assassins fight with skill and wit alone. It proves a disadvantage under certain circumstances but having a chance to wield magic and skill in both hands would definitely be useful for times such as these.

How does one acquire magic? Is one born with it or can it be attained through various processes? I do not know the answers to my question, save for the sole argument of the usages of lacrima. Magic is everywhere, yet nowhere at once.

But there is a saving grace in today's harrowing events so far. I have yet to see if what I have just written is true…

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Mirajane

My life has taken a turn for the worse…I think.

Mirajane ran a hand through her white hair and sighed behind the bar. She then folded her arms and looked around the almost empty guild hall. Most of the members had already gone home, including her brother.

It was the end of the day and she was tired from the day's events, especially with that man.

Ghost, wasn't it? What does he work as? What is his magic? He said he would come for me but when? A smile began to form on her lips slightly, thinking about him.

She proceeded to begin sweeping the floor of all the dust that was kicked up earlier by Natsu and Gray before heading back to the bar to wipe the glasses and put them in the freezer. However, her mind continued to wander off towards the mysterious man she had only recently met, causing the rate of her chores to become ever slower.

By the time she realised that she was almost done with chores, the clock struck midnight. The cuckoo clock chimed loudly, snapping Mirajane out of her thoughts. She looked up in shock and set down the plates that she had been drying in a rather dreamy state.

I must be really tired…

She then heard footsteps from the guild's main entrance; heavy, sure-footed and quiet. Concentrating on the last plate, she shouted, "the guild is not open!" while still eyeing the fine details and rubbing out the small specks of dirt on the plate. The footsteps grew closer and she repeated herself once more, this time with slightly more aggression.

"I know," came a quiet voice.

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Vergil

Ghost smirked behind his mask as Mirajane looked up to see him approach the bar. She was taken aback by his sudden appearance and almost dropped the plate she was cleaning. He knew how hard she worked the bar day after day to accommodate the needs of her guild before herself. Seeing the woman tirelessly take care of her duties, he saw her keep the plate and bade his greeting.

"Miss Mirajane Strauss," he gave a bow to her as he addressed her properly. He heard her give a girly giggle. Looking up, she saw that the woman had extended her hand across the table top and Ghost took it, brushing it with the mouth region of his facemask.

"Please, call me Mira," she giggled from the tickle of his mask.

"A pleasure, Mira," he replied. "Charmed, truly."

"Why thank you!" she curtseyed with a rather clumsy grace that made her trip over her heels, causing her to fall to the ground. The Assassin leapt over the table to help her up as gentlemanly as any Assassin could. Her face blushed with the colour scarlet as she held his right hand to get up.

"Are you alright?" he made sure she was fine before waiting for her to get her things before leaving the guild for home.

"Ghost, why are you here now?" she asked him as the two of them exited the guild, Mira locking the door behind them.

"I have come to collect my wager," he told her.

"Why now? Why not tomorrow?"

"I have seen many things about your guild today," replied Ghost, "peaceful and relaxed are neither of them. Although Fairy Tail is a loud and boisterous guild that always shares the fun between its fellow members, all I saw earlier today was a hardworking woman giving food to people and ensuring the welfare of the guild.

"I think she needs a little break from all that."

"But the guild-"

"The guild can take care of itself, Mira," he cut her off, "I am sure the lovely barmaid at this highly esteemed guild would love to have a day off but first, she needs to rest."

"Are you sure this is alright?" she asked him. "What about clothes for tomorrow?"

"We will go to your home to get you your clothes and then we will set off for Port Hargeon," Ghost revealed his plan to her.

"Hargeon? How are we going to get there in the middle of the night?"

The Assassin gestured a hand towards his mode of transport which turned out to be a scrambler motorbike. In cautious excitement, she quickly got on the bike before Ghost, waiting for him before they rode off, Ghost following the path that Elfman walked on his way home with the use of Eagle Sense.

Once outside her house, she stepped in quietly and packed a bag of clothes and came out soon after. A few minutes later, the both of them were outside of Magnolia and cruising down the road south towards Port Hargeon.

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Mirajane

Can I really trust this man? I don't even know his real name to begin with…

The bike was casually gaining on Port Hargeon every few minutes and Mira began to fell sleepy. Ghost must have known, for he kept one hand on the bike handle and used his other hand to draw her body closer to him and wrapping her arms around his torso, allowing her to sleep on his back.

As she laid her head down on his back by the arrow quiver she dreamily asked him, "Will you ever tell me your real name?"

"Vergil. Vergil Teivel from the East."

I never expected him to give his name so easily…What does he want from me? It cannot be that he is so nice just because of my plight within the guild, but can he?

"I must ask something from you," asked Ghost as the port city came into view.

"What is it?"

"Please only use my name when we are alone," he kindly asked her.

"Such a strange request, why?"

"I only give my real name to those that I trust with my life," he replied.

"Isn't that a figure of speech?"

"It is literal. No one else other than you and I can only know my name," the man heaved a sigh at this fact.

The two of them entered town. It was already in the wee hours of morning when they entered the port. Ghost rode on until he found a beachfront house that he had owned. He fished the house keys from his bag and graciously welcomed the tired mage into his temporary home.

"The sleeping quarter is upstairs, please make yourself at home, Mira," Vergil welcomed her into his home. He took her bag and carried it upstairs after her.

Once upstairs, she saw that he had made the entire second floor into his room. The room was well organised; a quarter of the room was filled with at least four shelves filled to the brim with books, a single bed lay by the window that opened up a magnificent view of the sea, a study table sat exactly in the centre of the room and the remaining section was filled with blueprints of weapons of all kinds, giving her a peek into this man's life. A door just beside the stairs revealed the bathroom and she got out her pink nightdress and washed up for bed. She closed the bathroom door as she prepared to take a shower.

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Vergil

Vergil removed his clothes except for his pants and waited at his study table for Mira to finish up when he realised one thing.

He only had one bed.

He silently cursed himself for not thinking ahead in terms of the minute detail and resigned himself to the fact that he would most likely sleep on the hard parquet floor tonight for a few painful hours at the very least. That issue would have to be solved later since Mira was in bathroom taking a shower.

The Codex was now in front of him and he began to write neatly into his own personal section the day's events and the fact that he was helping out another person directly instead of the Order's discreetness when it came to helping out in some small way. It was a small thing that he could do as to not feel so unappreciated compared to the other Assassins who went on regular assignments.

That was when she exited the bathroom smelling nice and looking innocently sultry. He suddenly found it hard to breathe and he clutched his chest with his left hand, slightly scratching it. He coughed in excuse as she looked at his face in concern.

"Your face! What happened?" Mira asked him.

"What about my face?"

"That scar! What happened to you?" she walked over to him and held his head with her gentle hands before her thumb ran along the scar that ran from his temple to his jaw on the left side of his face, over his blind eye.

"It was a training accident," he held her hands, taking them away from his face. She then directed questions at him about his arm. He gave the same reason before she could not figure out what occupation in the world would make him so lethal and scarred.

"You should rest," Vergil avoided the question before heading to the bathroom to also freshen up for bed.

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Mirajane

It cannot be that Vergil would just have a— Mira was cut off by her own eyes as she saw the book that she had seen Vergil write in yesterday while she was shopping for groceries. She went over to the study table and saw that he had written in it only recently.

Curiosity got the better of her as she took the book and laid herself on the bed, turning to the first page to read whatever information that the book held.

It was empty. She turned the book over to read 'Codex' on the cover before turning the book back to try and decipher it. She flipped a page and like the first, it was empty.

It can't be – he wrote something in there that I clearly saw! Where is that particular page? I'm sure that there were accompanying drawings to go with it as well!

She turned the book upside down to no avail before verbally commanding the book to show its contents. Then, she heard the bathroom door open but she ignored it, trying to read the book for all its worth.

"You are not able to read it, are you?" Vergil asked her. She held out the book to him and a smile appeared across his face.

"Old man's advice still rings true," the man said. Mira was getting rather upset that he casually passed her off over a book. Vergil knew what he did for he gently took the book from her hands and placed it back at its designated place on the study table.

"Why can't I read the book now?"

"Because of my occupation," he replied. He heaved a sigh.

"What are you?"

"I am an Assassin," his shoulders slumped down as he turned away from her gaze.

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Mirajane

"You're a-a-a what?" she stammered.

"An Assassin," Vergil knew that what he said would make her time with him enjoying some down time become unenjoyably unpleasant. "I assassinate people and I get paid for it."

"You're a killer? Who have you killed?"

"Several dark guilds are gone because of me and there are corrupt officials that have fallen under my blade," Vergil told her, all in his own reason. He explained the Assassin's guild in a brief summary before handing her the Codex.

"The book can wait tomorrow but your sleep cannot wait," said Vergil. He lay himself on the cold hard floor and saw that she gave him a look of confusion mixed with a hint of spite before laying back on his bed.

I am sorely misunderstood. All my life I have only known one thing which is to assassinate my enemies. This war that I have been unwillingly pulled into has caused me to lose my humanity. This life chose me; I did not choose it and my reward for it is a lifetime of hardship, pain and loss.

I try to regain back what little of my humanity is left for freedom's sake even though the freedom of humanity is what I fight for. No one else except the Assassins and the Templars know about this secret war that has lasted us countless millennia.

Why is my life like this… only a nineteen year old boy who has matured too far beyond his years—

"Wait," Mira interrupted his thoughts, "you are nineteen?"

"Did I say all that out loud?" Vergil's face blushed heavily, initially unaware of how his thoughts would print themselves on the tip of his tongue.

"I'm like you," she said. She motioned for him to come up onto the bed and sleep comfortably beside her, to which he did.

Vergil then found out that he was only older than her by a few days. The both of them were in awkward silence before Mira hugged him unexpectedly and rested her head on his chest and closed her eyes.

"Hold me Vergil," her soft gentle voice said to him, "I'm cold."

Vergil complied with her wish and realised that her skin was soft, smooth and silky to the touch. He smelled her hair and it was…for a lack of a better word, nice.

"Vergil?"

"Yes?"

"Your left arm is poking me."

"I am sorry," Vergil quickly removed his left arm from her body and then closed his eyes to finally fall asleep.

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What dream is this?

Mira's dream was slowly turning into a nightmare. In that dream, she saw the guild building being impaled with iron rods and Team Shadow Gear being hung up on a tree with the Phantom Lord guild insignia imprinted on their bodies. Then a war erupted between the two guilds and a white figure standing above the conflict, watching everything unfold on his perch on top of the highest buildings.

A leap that would surely kill him but did not, and a weapon that drove fear into the hearts of many enemies and allies alike.

What could all this in her nightmare mean for her and her guild?