Chapter 2

The whole guild fell sight as the group walked in. Ever pair of eyes fell upon the towering man, thankful Natsu broke the awkwardness that was suffocating them all.

"We're back everybody!" he stared, "and we brought a new friend!"

The building full with Fairies exploited. Cheers of joy and welcome filled the air, taking Guts aback. As the others made their way in he looked about the room, it was a large, wooden hall with tables spaced throughout it. It had a sharp step down in its center and rooms flanked the main. A bar laid to the side with a woman behind it, waving to her comrades.

Guts' eye shot to her. She was a tall, thin and even more busty than the Lucy girl, but what enraged Guts was here hair. White. White as Griffith's. All of his muscles tensed as he walked forward. Before he knew it he was at the bar, he was massive compared to her.

He was snapped back by a few men mocking him; "Looks like the new guys in love!"

She looked up at him with a warm smile, "can I help you?" She asked with a sweet voice.

"No, sorry", he replied after a moment. Not knowing what to do he sat at one of the stools in front of him.

"Would you like something to drink?" the woman asked again.

"He'll have an ail, and so will I!" I voiced tweeted over his shoulder. Puck stalled himself down next to Guts.

"Oh aren't you just the cutest!"

"Why thank you! You know, I never get any compliments from the lug over here."

"Well that's not very nice of him" she reassured him.

They continued to talk for awhile as Guts examined his empty mug. He sighed to himself and began to rise but stopped when a sharp voice jarred him. Guts turned to see a tiny man sitting on the counter. He wore a white coat with fur about the neck and glared right back at the swordsman.

"I was told you attack my children." he said harshly. Once again taken aback, Guts re-seated himself and nodded.

"Sorry. Thought the pink haired kid was a demon."

"I can't blame you for thinking that!" the little man roared with laughter. Guts looked back at the table. "Is there a reason thought that you moved so quickly to get to Mirajane here?"

His eye snapped over and again glared at the woman. Flatly Guts answered. He knew there was no lying to this man; "A man I must kill. She remembers him."

The man nodded. "My name is Master Makarov. I am the master of this guild, I was also told your name and how you do not know where you are." They sat in silence for a moment, absorbing each others words. "Tell me Guts, why must you kill the man you seek?"

Guts sighed and stood. "The same reason I carry this." At his full height he threw off his cloak and grabbed the handle of his blade, hosting it into the air. Again he drew all the eyes in the room. The sword he carried wasn't big. It was too big, too thick, too heavy and too long. It wasn't a sword, it was a hunk of iron. The man who held such this weapon wasn't a man either. He was covered in a thick layer of black steel, from neck to foot.

"This sword, Dragonslayer, was given to me by a friend, now dead. On the field of swords near his home I saw the man who took everything from me. He took my friends. He took my arm and eye..." Guts stopped, "...he took the woman I love. And he gave me this." Pointing to the Brand on his neck. "This forces demons and monsters to attack me. The armor I wear controls me when become enraged, I kill anything and everything around me. I am cursed in more ways then one. I damn myself because of that man." When he fished he sat, the guild still watching him.

"Master Makarov? I'll ask you something; if someone did this to your "children" would you not do the same?"

The old master simply nodded. During his rant the white streak in his hair had fallen, he pushed it back and sighed. The room was silent save the soft snores of Puck, who had past out because of the strong drink.

It took awhile for things to return to the way they were before, but when it did the master spook again; "I excepted you are not of this world."

"Figured that one myself."

"Well, there may be one way to return you home. If your willing to go."

"Willing? Can't wait. This place is weird as hell, I should know. I've been."

Makarov chuckled.

"I also have unfinished business, as you know."