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Chapter 20

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Playing It By Ear!

Fairy Tale: The Lost Hero!

Ben approached a brunette girl with long, black hair tied in a ponytail, and a pair of big brown eyes. She was donning a long-sleeved red shirt, with red and peach colored patterned sweater, green shorts, and a pair of brown shoes and gloves. "Hey, see ya later then?"

Kai nodded, leaning forward and kissing Ben on the cheek. "Yeah."

Ben blushed, but quickly shrugged it off. "Sorry 'bout canceling our date tonight. This was unplanned." He then shook his head, as he held her hand. "I promise to make up for this some other time."

"I will hold you on that then." Kai giggled. "But, you won't be off the hook as easy as this time."

"I look forward to that." Ben laughed.

A cough broke the union.

Ben quickly looked at the new interruption. "Yo Rook, ready to go, eh?" The Revonnahgander nodded regrettably, yet smiling subtly at the couple. Ben's eyes then drew toward another person, trailing behind Rook. "Let me know if you learn anything else, grandpa." He said to an old man, in his favorite Hawaiian shirt, and white pants.

"Take care, Ben." Max said with a sigh.

"Yeah, don't worry 'bout it. I will go kick some butts, and return as soon as possible." Ben gave a thumb up and his signature toothy grin. "See ya later, grandpa." He said, turning toward the white circular ships with long wings, stationed at the dock. "Let's go Rook."

"Rook, make sure to submit a detailed report when you return." Max instructed the Revonnahgander. "Also, see that you guys don't end up in trouble. Ben got this obsession with deep-shit troubles."

Rook nodded once. "Will do, Magister Tennyson."

"Don't go!"

"Ben! Wake up!"

"Wake up!"

"DON'T GO!" Ben screamed as he shot up from his bed. His eyes were wide in fright, and his entire face bore anxiety and restlessness. He looked around to see where he was, and found himself in an unfamiliar room, tucked under a soft mattress and covered in sweat. His vision was blurry, and head pounding for some reason, as he held his forehead to nurse the migraine. He seriously hates reliving those dreams.

"What the hell are you doing!?" Mirajane's voice rang out.

Ben blinked in confusion, and looked over the side of his double-sized bed, to find the eldest of Strauss siblings on the floor. "Mira? Sorry, did I do that?" He asked in a bit of bewilderment. He then moved to get off his bed, but winced as pain shot through his body.

"I am alright. Don't push yourself, ya big dummy." Mirajane assured, hastily scrambling to her feet, and pushing Ben back on the bed. "No need to get up yet."

Ben sighed as he sat on the edge of the bed. Mirjana's unintentionally strong grip on his shoulder was hurting more than his body itself, but he couldn't have mentioned that to her. "Don't worry about me." He then once again analyzed the room. It was a huge room, and lavished with decorations and exclusive furnishes. He peered at the ivory-haired girl again. "Where are we?"

"Jötunheimr." Mirajane nonchalantly flopped down on his right, and noted his confusion. "The palace?"

Ben's face lit up in embarrassment as he smiled sheepishly, a finger itching the side of his forehead. "So, we won, huh?"

"Yeah." Mirajane nodded once.

A moment of silence passed by, leaving Ben to notice the huge window with curtain entailed. It was the middle of night, probably, at least from it appeared. He looked back at Mirajane again. "How long have I been out?"

"You slept through entire two days. This is the third night. " Mirajane shrugged nonchalantly. "You were completely wasted." She then leaned her head on the brunette's shoulder absentmindedly. "Don't scare us like that again."

"Sorry." Ben mused, sighing loudly. "Mind if I ask you to explain everything in detail?" He asked softly, a frown crossing his face at his lack of knowledge. He also detests when he doesn't know anything. "I don't think, I could rest until I learn everything." Another brief moment of silence ensued, before Ben felt Mirajane nodding her head once against his right shoulder. He grimaced faintly as pain renewed in his wounded shoulder. But once again, he didn't want to tell her off. "You can explain from after I passed out."

"I guess." Mirajane murmured quietly. Ben finally noticed her faint breathing that sent a shiver up Ben's spine. This time, he truly wished he could tell her that he was uncomfortable. Unaware of Ben's mental turmoil, Mirajane began. "Gildarts' won the fight. As you had anticipated, he nullified the entire illusion magic or whatever it was with his own, but he didn't lose as much magic as he should have, with you destroying that… eye source. Thrym still tried to put up a fight, but he lacked enough magic or strength. It was effortless for Gildarts, since Thrym was compelled to eventually forfeit, especially after he lost his right arm to Gildarts' magic."

"Uh-huh. That guy was stubborn, and it cost him dearly." Ben nodded, deliberating everything was said. "What about the kingdom, and those statues we hid in the lower island?"

"Queen Otohime reversed the petrification on King Neptune, who annulled the curse from the kingdom later that day." Mirajane breathed aloud. "The entire kingdom was rejoiced. They have been celebrating since then. It took them a while to get in their grooves, but the residents also tended to our injuries. We were off the hook pretty easily. Even Lisanna, Natsu, and Gray were relatively unharmed. Laxus, Rook and Mystogan were pretty serious though. I haven't seen Mystogan since then, but Laxus and Rook were back to their feet today. You were the last, I think."

"That is good." Ben sighed, exhaling the breath he didn't remember holding. "I am glad."

"Yeah, me too." Mirajane muttered. "It is rough for these people. They lost centuries being stuck in the curse. Now, most of them are homeless, and lacks food. Fortunately, the entire Royal family also lent a hand to commoners. They went hunting together to end the food crisis, and the soldiers are helping the people with renovations already. This is a pretty good kingdom. It has only been two days, and they are already trying hard to return to their daily lives."

"You don't seem too happy about it."

"You can tell, eh?" Mirajane smiled faintly. "I don't understand, but I feel like these people are helping us out of obligation. I heard from Lisanna that merfolk and fishfolk dislike humans. I heard that humans used to enslave and sell them to nobles, humiliate them, and were mere objects of appeasement. When I confronted Queen about this, but she didn't deny. But, she didn't approve either."

"Oh." Ben scratched the side of his cheek in deliberation, so lost in his thoughts that having Mirajane in such close proximity didn't bother him anymore. "So, Lisanna found that all by herself, eh? She is pretty good with words."

"I guess." Mirajane muttered. "She learnt about this back at that fake island. I literally grilled her to hear how much she knew."

"So, how much she knew?"

Mirajane looked up into a pair of emerald orbs peering down at him. Finally, conscious of their closeness and predicament, she quickly breaks some distance, her face turned a faint shade of red. She was lucky that the room was pretty dim to hide her mortification.

"Mira?"

"Uh, where was I again?" Mirajane asked in a bit of confusion, regaining her bearing as she pushed back few locks of hair behind her ear. "Yeah, about Lisanna. She mentioned something about Dragons, and some kind of civil war breaking out in this kingdom. But, she hadn't understood much to remember to begin with. However, she mentioned something interesting about Thrym."

Ben mentally noted to ask King Neptune about the Dragons and civil war, before he focused on Mirajane again. "Yeah? What about him?"

"Thrym was the first Prince of this kingdom, that was before his treachery." Mirajane spoke, reminiscing her conversation with her sister. "She also mentioned about the Trident of Poseidon being none other than the Princess."

Ben felt confusion mess with his comprehension. "Wait! Was?"

Mirajane fidgeted with her fingers as she squirmed into her seat. "I heard this from Gildarts that Thrym was publicly executed the very next day."

"Oh." Ben sighed aloud. "I wouldn't say, I am surprised." He muttered absentmindedly. "Not only did he abandoned his kingdom, but was charged with treason. Laxus had also mentioned something like he and that Emperor had slaughtered three of the guardians. This was probably the only way to quench the anger of the public."

Mirajane blinked in surprise. "So, you knew that he was a Prince?"

Noting the bewildered face of Mirajane, Ben shook his head pessimistically. "All I knew was that he had lost his sister to this kingdom, and that his sister was the Trident of Poseidon. From what you mentioned just now, it was easier to connect the dots." He spoke as he leant in. "But, it still came as a surprise that the Trident of Poseidon was actually forged upon the sacrifice of the Princess."

Mirajane shook her head in defiance. Ben raised an eye in curiosity as Mirajane inputted. "Princess was not sacrificed. Apparently, Otohime has let it slip that Princess Shirahoshi held huge magic since birth. When the Trident was being forged, the gathered magic had become destabilized. To prevent disastrous aftermath, a suitable receptacle was needed."

Thinking for a moment, the brunet bobbed his head. "So, Princess actually became the container to trap those magic. That can explain the living vibes I got from the Trident." He shook his head cynically. "Who could have guessed, to save something, you must sacrifice another. It must have been hard for Neptune."

"More or less."

Flicking back a little, Ben tried to amass everything he learnt. In all this, he learnt almost everything. But, there was only one unknown variable that didn't sit well with him. Western Emperor. Sighing, Ben shrugged indifferently. "Honestly, I don't feel like there is anything left for us to do." Mirajane noted a pair of pointed eyes looking at her. "I know, you probably feel really awkward around the peoples here. It wouldn't come as a surprise, even without the dark history they and human shares. Since, they also had some traumatizing experiences to suffer after all. As it is now, I would say we shouldn't extend our stay. Our mission is already accomplished anyway."

Mirajane was silent for a moment before she sat up straight and shrugged. "What 'bout the Trident? Are you going to leave it here?"

"I guess." Ben mused. "But, I have to make sure how safe it is here. However, what happens next would entirely depend on how the conversations go. We probably have to be prepared for the worst scenario, just in case."

They sat in silence for a brief moment. Neither of them spoke for a while. Ben sighed again, letting his finger run through his messy hair. All this has been just too much for him. Thinking and planning has never been his forte. All he took was a gamble, which he won. Unfortunately, that only made him much more miserable. He hasn't changed. Not a bit.

Mirajane didn't like that face. That listlessness and torture only made it harder for her to remain calmed. "What are you thinking?" She finally enquired.

"…"

Mirajane blinked in surprise, and slightly leant in. Tapping the brunet on the shoulder, she asked again. "Ben? Still in there?" She snapped a finger in front of his face before shaking him. "Ben?"

"Huh? Sorry, did you say something?" Ben noticed relief wash over Mirajane's face, and could only raise an eyebrow in curiosity. "What happened?"

Mirajane shook her head halfheartedly. "I should be asking that question."

"Huh?"

"You spaced-out again. You have done that a lot in the last ten minutes."

"Oh." Ben mouthed, hunching forward. Was it so palpable on his face, even in this faint light? "Sorry, I didn't mean to worry you."

Mirajane furrowed her eyebrow, and a sad frown crossed her face. "I will be concerned, if you are hurting dammit, and stop repeating that goddamn sorry every time! It is so not like you!" She disputed stoutly, wearing a pout which she can only do. "Were you thinking about that nightmare?"

Ben flinched inadvertently. Where did that come from? His lower jaw become stiff, as he spoke. "That was nothing."

"So, now it is nothing, is it?" Mirajane pursed her lips in displeasure, wearing an indignant face. "Then, let me rephrase it for ya." She pointedly looked brunet in the eyes. "Who is Kai?" She was startled at the face, Ben was wearing suddenly. His eyes even lost that only emotion palpable, his vulnerable dimness replaced by detached void. Realizing her mistake, Mirajane shook her head lamentably. "Sorry, I wasn't thinking." She said penitently. "I-I just heard you mumbling names in your sleep, and you called Kai to someone." She muttered humbly. "Forget I asked."

Ben regretted worrying Mirajane, and now she was the one apologizing. Shaking his head, he feigned a smile, that forlornness once again manifesting into his pale eyes. "Kai…" He inhaled deeply, waiting for a moment to let his emotions curb. "Kai was a… special friend." He laughed dryly, a grim frown crossing his visage. "But, she also died alongside everyone back home." He muttered humorlessly.

Mirajane was jealous, but refuted from uttering anything. She always knew Ben had suffered extremely, and yet never once complained. But, she never anticipated that the losses were so heavy on him, and he had been burdening them alone all this time.

"Because, I was at fault." Mirajane sat there flabbergasted to hear the brunet's turmoil. "The worst thing is you know what?" Ben noted his hand quivering, as a hoarse laugh escaped his mouth. "I didn't learn. I even risked everyone's lives as I did back then. I endangered everyone's lives, including Lisanna, Natsu, Gray, Erza, Cana, and yours." His body trembled faintly. He was feeling cold for some reason. "Even if I had the power, I couldn't do i-"

"Shhh." Mirajane put a finger on Ben's mouth, and looked into his repentant eyes. "You remember what you told me that night on the roof? I too somewhat understand your pain, and the reason why you fight."

Ben was lost into those big deep blue eyes. "You don't understand?"

Mirajane smiled humbly. "I won't say I do, because you were the one to suffer. But, you understand your responsibility, and the burden you carry. That is why you are afraid." Her voice was little throaty, as she leant in, almost pushing the brunet on his back. "You never imperiled our lives, not even once. You only trusted your feeling in the midst of a battle. You trusted us… all of us." She scooted closer, her hand on his chest pinned him on the squishy bed, and her face were only inches away from him. "You made the right choice."

Ben's voice was caught in his throat, as Mirajane's warm breath caressed his cheek and her hand stroked his chest. He could already distinguish the huskiness in her voice. But, his brain was dead. As if he has lost all senses of reasoning. His body refusing his will, as he felt something welling up inside him.

Mirajane further leant down toward his ear, her body almost on top of him. A pleasant shiver of delight caught Ben by surprise, when Mirajane licked his earlobe. "Are you nervous?" Her big blue eyes looked at Ben, probing him for answer.

Ben's senses went haywire as his eyes flicked toward her tongue wetting her lips. Nervousness bubbling inside him as his thoughts slowly ebbed away. He shared her intense stares as she loosens her hold onto him. She was giving him a chance to escape? But, then he felt her breathe on his lips, as she parted her lips and leaned toward him. His green eyes captivated by her cerulean pairs. Then, it finally happened. Mirajane captured Ben's lips with her own, and Ben instantly melted away from the heat that embraced him, and relished in the sweetness. Mirajane let out a sigh and pushed her lips harder into Ben's, lightly nipping at his bottom lip, and then gently urging him for more.

Mirajane smiled subtly, feeling Ben giving up the remnant of his resistance, and opening his mouth. His hand involuntarily moved up and pinned her to him, as his arousal was more apparent. Ben felt a jolt of lightning striking him as he felt her tongue pushed into his mouth, shredding apart whatever defiance he had left. Mirajane savored the sensual moans of Ben, as her tongue explored the inside of his mouth. Flicking at his teeth and then joining his tongue, she could only press deeper for more, until the urge to breath parted them.

Mirajane was panting, few dribble of saliva dipping into Ben's open mouth. Her face flustered, and soon Ben shared her uneasiness when he realized Mirajane literally straddling his hips, and slowly gyrating her pelvis, her breasts pressed on his chest, while he had been pinning her on him. He was pretty certain that his arousal was evident to her. No. She was doing to see his discomfort, which only added to his mortification. Quickly releasing his hold, the brunet tried to get up, however his body refused to obey him. Before Ben could come up with anything, Mirajane quickly leant in for another peck, and hastily got off the brunet afore storming off.

Ben laid there, lost in his muddled thoughts, his hand spread by his side. What just happened? He didn't understand. His chest was heaving erratically, as he reached with one hand and touched his mouth, still moist from the little session. A little part of him implored him to see to his urges, whilst another part of him was goading him for surrendering to Mirajane's ministration so easily. He felt humiliated of sort. He didn't know how he was going to face Mirajane tomorrow, or how this night would affect his precious friendship with her. Or, how others would react to this when they come to learn about this? The brunet was literally mortified at the mere thought. That subtle sly smile on her face when Mirajane was leaving didn't help much with the embarrassment.

However, Ben couldn't help the slight guilt freaking him inside out. Not counting his regressed physical age, the brunet was intellectually nine year older than Mirajane. Probably, the only reason why he never really made a move on the girls. For him to participate in such an indecent act with a much younger girl was disgraceful. Ben knew it was just an excuse for a reasoning to deem himself wrong and restrain him, but it mattered to him, even if in the slightest.

Acknowledging a relationship required him to be prepared both physically and mentally. Something, he hadn't considered until then. No words were spoken and he could already feel another burden weighing on his shoulder. He had a lot of thinking to do that night, and he knew, that was going to be a long night.

The next day found Ben meandering through the streets of the kingdom, analyzing the repercussions of the battle suffered by the island. He noted the fishfolks and merfolks slowly organizing themselves, still devastated from the loss, but working toward a new future nonetheless. A chuckle escaped his lips as he remembered how much semblance they bear with one of his aliens, Ripjaws. His eyes drew toward the folks, staring at him like he was crazy. Perhaps, he laughed a little too loud. But, he didn't fail to catch a glimpse of wariness in them.

'It is as Mira said.' Ben mused, his attention inadvertently drew toward the eldest of the Strauss siblings. He had literally spent the entire night rationalizing to justify Mirajane's action from last night. Not that he had any luck with that. Except for that he remained awake last night, which brought him out on the street in such early morning. Probably, the breath of fresh air would help him think something. But, just remembering that kiss was enough to remind him how mortifying the day was going to be. He still didn't know how he was going to face her.

"So, you are finally awake?"

Ben spun around and found the Revonnahgander approaching him. "Yo Rook, how are you feelin'?" He waved his hand in greeting, a smile growing on his face. "Seems like, you are doing fine."

"Not fine." Rook frowned, pitching his trashed Proto-Tool at the brunet. "Can you repair this?"

Ben's left eye twitched once as he held the Proto-Tool in front of his face. "You are asking this here?" He scowled with a tick of mark popping on his forehead. "Do I need to remind you, I am not Azmuth? Hell, even he would have trouble with this." He scrutinized the barrel, then the muzzle. "Did it blow on your face or what? Wait, is it dead?"

Rook scowled indignantly. "Something like that." He asserted with a bob of his head. "What about this?" He then pointed to rupture in his left shoulder pad that extended down to the lacrima implanted within. "Could it be repaired?"

Ben tapped his chin in contemplation, as he eyed the armor. "Probably." He nodded once. "So long that lacrima is intact. From the look of it, it seems possible at least." He stated as a matter of fact. "I will look at it after we return back home." He sighed aloud. "But, this is going to be a hell of work. We cannot find these materials here. So, we will probably have to do with what little we have." The brunette deliberated audibly. "From the look of it, you suffered some pretty heavy losses. I will be honest. I might repair most of it, but you cannot expect them to be as good as new. You might need an alternative."

The Revonnahgander looked impatient, as he furrowed his eyebrow. "Then, how long we will stay here?"

"I am getting as restless as you." Ben chuckled in amusement. "Don't worry. I was also planning to leave as soon as possible. I just got some unfinished business to see here." He looked at Rook expectantly. "To do it right, I want your help." Rook nodded once, folding his hands on his chest. "I heard rumors about a civil war. Can you enquire about it? These people don't seem to like humans. Perhaps, you will have a better luck." He muttered, wandering toward the palace. "Also, while you are at it, see whether you could learn more about Dragons and that Emperor? Even if it has been 400 years, I still want to know about him. We could later investigate about the current Emperor, when we return home."

Rook bobbed his head in acknowledgement. "I will look into it."

"Great."

"I presume, you are updated of our situation."

Craning his neck to see, Ben looked at the Revonnahgander. "Yeah, I heard it last ni-ni…" The corner of his mouth twitched once at the recollection, and he cough involuntarily. "Ah, I heard it last night." He muttered, shrugging his shoulder as gullibly as possible. "M-Mira filled me in."

Rook was eyeing the brunet intriguingly. "Oh." He mouthed, a subtle smirk creeping on his face. But he decided to not broach it, whatever it was, and instead settled with a contended sigh. "There is something else I want you to know." An affirmative notion prompted Rook to continue, in a much lower voice. "The mission to assassinate Laughing Coffin Guild Master was successful."

"Uh-huh."

"However, someone else did the assassination." Ben's neck snapped around, his eyes probing Rook for details. "I suspect that the intruder was aware of our presence." Rook said, stroking his chin in reflection as he matched the pace of the brunet. "Mystogan was also confident that the intruder was no mage. But, we witnessed him molding his hands into weapons. No doubt there."

Ben halted and looked at the Revonnahgander pointedly, bearing a grave face. "Did you pursue him?"

"No." Rook admitted blatantly. "The risk was great."

"Any idea who might he be?"

Rook took a moment to consider, as an influx of memories returned back to him. He shook his head, a finger still stroking his chin. "No." He lied about the strange familiarity about him. He couldn't tell Ben anything unverified. Information on mere instinct might prove fatal.

Ben bit his lip, as he pondered the situation. "That guy could be related to the assassination attempt on me too." He mused. "He might have had a lead at the very least." He grunted, absentmindedly burrowing his feet in the ground. "But, how can someone use magic without using magic? Mystogan is pretty good in detecting magic, so I am not going to distrust him. Then, could it be, he was from Edolas? That would explain how you thought he knew you. He actually knew Mystogan probably."

Rook shook his head pessimistically. "I am afraid not. I reached to same conclusion. However, Mystogan denied that prospect. According to him, even if Edolas native cannot harbor magic, they use tools. Thus, they must have exuded magic in some form." He explained. "I find his justification reasonable."

"Yeah, if he puts it like that, then sure." Ben nodded in affirmation. "I think, we should search him after we have returned. We cannot let this rest like this. Who knows, it might come to bite us later. The worst-case scenario would be Magic Council. I don't want 'em to find 'bout this." He glanced around, and noted the street getting busier. "We will continue this later. See ya later in an hour or so."

"Sure."

Ben watched Rook retreat into the crowds, his curiosity peaking, the more he deliberated the situation. There was no way he could let this rest. He along with Rook and Mystogan had been operating in shadow for a while, and were eliminating the dark guilds associated with Balam Alliance one at a time. Mostly, they would pursue those whose involvement is in headlines. However, they were yet to retrieve anything valuable knowledge. Regardless, the most significant concern was, if their involvement were exposed to the public, it would only soil Fairy Tail's reputation, and would risk great repercussion from the Magic Council. This was going to be a pain. At least, it wouldn't be a trouble to disregard those information, if they come from unreliable source.

Ben moaned in annoyance, as he mussed his hair. For now, he will go with the priority, that was Neptune and the Trident of Poseidon. He peered toward Jötunheimr, and halfheartedly forced himself toward it.

"Ben! FIGHT M-AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

An arc of blue light sent Natsu flying through the big corridor, and out of the big window into the garden. "Moron. Does charging headlong is all he knows?" Ben grumbled, raising his other hand and priming it at the onyx-haired boy who was sneaking up at him from behind, with a big ice hammer as his choice of weapon. "At least, you don't disappoint me, eh?"

Gray stopped dead in his track, and idly dematerialized the hammer as he whistled. "Nah, I give up."

The corner of Ben's mouth twitched once. "Bummer."

"What? You said that it is better to surrender and live than fight a losing battle?" Gray scowled, folding his hand behind his head. "I cannot beat ya alone."

"But, aren't you just runnin' away?" Ben crooked an eyebrow provocatively, a subtle grin tugging at the corner of his lips. "That blockhead was much scarier than ya."

Gray grew a tick mark, the corner of his mouth twitching as he shouted. "What did ya say, asshol-"

"However, I also remember telling that you better don't let your opponent provoke ya in, didn't I?" Ben smiled deviously as blue mists began wafting off his outstretched hand with open palm.

"…" Gray's gawked at Ben like a deer caught in headlight.

Another arc of blue light and Gray was ricochet through the corridor and out from the front door. Ben couldn't help but snigger in mirth as he stuffed his hands into his pocket, and resumed his interrupted trek toward where he presumed the court hall to be located. The guards in the corridor could only gawk at the brunet in absolute bewilderment, completely out of loop of what transpired there.

Ben cocked an eyebrow as he watched a shark merman floating toward him, with the help of a bubble around his big blue tail. He was big and muscular with wide chest and big arm, and has a big face framed with blue wavy hair that reached to his shoulder. He also has gills on his massive neck. He was donning a dark garment around his waist, held up by an extremely long sash.

"I heard report that you finally woke up." The merman bowed slightly. "I am Fukaboshi, first Prince of Ryugu Kingdom. I am here to deliver a message from father."

"Oh." Ben mouthed, whistling in amazement at the importance of the merman standing in front of him. "I am Ben. Nice to meet you." He returned the greeting with a bob of his head. "Didn't expect someone of your position to come for me."

"Yes." Fukaboshi said, unperturbed at the implication. "'Tis a great honor to be here myself." He said turning around. "Now if you will follow me, I will guide us to father."

"Sure." Ben shrugged his shoulder as he followed Fukaboshi. He was certainly astonished. He wouldn't have expected someone bearing the royal blood to be his escort here. "If you don't mind me asking, how is the situation outside?"

Fukaboshi looked at the brunet. "I was informed that you went on a stroll."

"Yeah." Ben muttered, folding his hands behind his head. "But, it is hard to estimate anything when the people here are so wary of you. It was pretty uncomfortable. So, I refrained for talking with anyone."

"I must apologize for-"

"Don't bother." Ben said dismissively. "I am aware of why. I wouldn't blame them."

"Good grief." Fukaboshi couldn't help but sigh aloud. "I heard of your courage from mother. I am truly honored to have make your acquaintance."

"Yeah, me too." Ben chortled.

"This way." Fukaboshi gestured into a big hall.

Ben sauntered inside, craning his neck to take in the spectacular sight of the big room. But, his attention was drawn toward the giant, muscular coelacanth merman gracing the throne in the opposite end. Ben slowly walked forward, his eyes distinguishing the features of the merman. He had beady eyes, and red nose, long thick orange curly hair and beard. He was also bare-chested as Fukaboshi, and had blue tail. Matching black tattoos were visible on both his arms, while a gold crown resembling a tulip was perched on his head.

"I guess, you are King Neptune." Ben stated, looking at the giant merman. His body though was pretty stiff under that scrutinizing stare of the merman.

"Aye-jamon."

Ben sweat-dropped. What with the Kings and their catchphrase? He peered back over his shoulder, and noted the guards and Fukaboshi exiting the room. Scrunching his eyebrow, he pinched the bridge of his nose as he looked at Neptune. "So, what did you called me for? I honestly wasn't expecting this audience with you until later."

"I personally want to offer my gratitude for your valor in this war-jamon." Neptune peered at the brunet in gratefulness.

"Not that I don't appreciate it, but are you sure a King is supposed to do that?" Ben mussed as he rubbed the back of his head, involuntarily kicking at the floor as he slightly squirmed in embarrassment. "It was everyone's collective effort. I couldn't have pulled this off alone."

"Such I heard-jamon." Neptune bobbed his head once. "Your friends endeavor brought your effort to fruition-jamon. Ryugu is fortunate to have such valiant mages aid us in our dire hour of needs-jamon. I thank you from the bottom of my heart. Ryugu will forever be in your debt-jamon."

"Don't embarrass me any further." Ben muttered awkwardly. "I had only come here to find the Trident of Poseidon. Thus, we only offered our help to Queen Otohime in return of letting us verify its existence."

Neptune laughed mirthfully. "Trident of Poseidon is our honor and the pride of Ryugu. Thus, we cannot part with her-jamon. But, should you have any other wish, we would gladly see it is granted-jamon."

Ben let out a chuckle. "That I heard." He couldn't help but snort. "I also heard what you went through just to ensure its safety." He then clicked his tongue, refraining from uttering anything he might regret. "It is not like, I really wanted it anyway." He shrugged his shoulder dismissively. "At first, I just wanted to destroy it because there was no one here to ensure it safety. I wouldn't have known that we will recover a lost kingdom. As it is now, I don't see a reason to destroy it… her anymore."

Neptune could only laugh. This kid was certainly intriguing, and very insightful.

Ben was scratching the side of his cheek. "By the way, if you really want to honor us, then I would rather have you answer five of my questions." An acknowledged nod motioned Ben to continue. "I won't ask of your reason to choose Princess Shirahoshi as a vessel for Poseidon, or the cause of Thrym's betrayal. If you think your decisions were for the future of Ryugu and its people, you are probably right. But, I am still curious, why would you have Thrym executed without trial? Wasn't he your son?"

"Had I other choice, I would not have resorted to such a cruelty-jamon." Neptune muttered, a hand stroking his beard. "It was his choice to imperil Ryugu. The kingdom cannot overcome it grief with the past haunting it-jamon. This is an obligation of the King to see the empire safety above all else-jamon."

Ben nodded his head in acknowledgement, giving a brief smile as he does that. Neptune seemed wise to speak that without faltering or reluctance. "Second question then, how much do you know about the western continent and the Emperor who had invaded Ryugu then?"

"Unfortunately, we have no knowledge of it-jamon." Neptune said as a matter of factly. "None who fought him ever returned-jamon. He was a mystery to us-jamon."

"That was unexpected." Ben blurted in disappointment, his curiosity peaking to learn more about this. "Then, third question. I heard from Queen Otohime of your desperation during the disturbance due to Dragons. But, was there any other reason behind forging the Trident of Poseidon?"

"No-jamon. 400 years ago, Dragons of west brought anarchism on the Dragons of east. It was heard, Dragons and humans of east went into battle with the west-jamon. But, little was known to us and little we cared-jamon."

Ben arched an eyebrow as he processed the new information. "Fourth question: what would happen to the gatekeepers guarding the spatial barrier separating Ryugu from Earthland? As far as I heard, except for fourth prison guardian who fought Laxus, rest are dead. Wouldn't this put you in the backfoot? This place is not as well protected as it was before."

"Indeed. Thus, we are in the midst of summoning more warriors to reinforce the barrier-jamon. There is little we can accomplish otherwise-jamon."

Ben blew a breath as he lightly rubbed the side of his forehead. "Then, this would be my final question. How safe is the Trident of Poseidon in here?" He closed his eyes, shaking his head as he did so. "Please don't give another of those cliché lines that you will protect her with your life or anything like that." The brunet opened his eyes and glanced at Neptune gravely. "Ryugu was invaded once. You cannot neglect the possibility of it happening again, and next time, you might not be this lucky."

"Should such a day return, I will unquestionably destroy her-jamon."

There was no hesitation. Ben gawked at the giant merman wide-eyed. 'Is he serious?' The brunet could only shake his head, overcoming his bewildered thoughts as he opened his mouth to speak again. "That wasn't…" He inhaled deeply, bearing his composure. "Very well." He slightly hunched forth, kneeling in front of the King as he bowed his head in admiration. "Now if you would allow me King Neptune, I wish to express a request."

"No need to be so formal-jamon." Neptune guffawed jovially. "It would be my honor to see to your wishes-jamon."

Ben bobbed his head once as he stood up again. "During our sail for here, we were ambushed by some guardians protecting the vicinity of Ryugu. They didn't prove much of a challenge to us but our ship was trashed. As it is now, we don't have a ride back home." He mused, scratching his cheek in awkwardness. "I won't ask you to spare us a ride. I know pretty well of how desperate Ryugu is at the moment. Missing centuries of your life is a grave deal. So, as long as you could make some arrangement for some planks and ropes, and return us back to our ship, I can repair it myself to set sail."

"Very well-jamon. There is a forest on the western edge from where we can gather planks of your requirement-jamon. We will have it arranged at the earliest-jamon."

"Thank you." Ben said in appreciation.

Neptune nodded in acknowledgment, smiling in mirth. "Until the preparations are met, I would like to invite you and all your friends to a banquet."

"I appreciate it." Ben shook his head pessimistically. "But, there is no need for that. Like I mentioned before, your kingdom is desperate enough already. Don't bother with these trivial matters." He grinned, bowing again. "Now, if you excuse me."

Neptune could watch in amazement as Ben left the room. To have such insight to discern the situation, a heart that care for others, and blessed with power to protect them. This kid was everything the Queen told him. "The world has certainly become kinder in these lost 400 years."

Ben left the room, musing something incoherently as he mussed his hair, when he noticed Gildarts and Laxus waiting outside. "Yo, old fart."

"Yo, little shrimp."

Laxus sweat-dropped. Even the merfolk and fishmen guards within hearing range also blanched. What was with that greeting? The blonde clicked his teeth in annoyance, as he folded his hands over his chest. "So, what was this 'bout?"

"Nothing actually. Remember our ship was trashed? So, I asked for help. We cannot go home otherwise. I am just looking forward to rest."

Laxus' looked at Ben and nodded once as did so. "What 'bout the Trident of Poseidon?"

Ben blew a deep breath. "I don't know." He sighed profoundly, rubbing his neck as he sauntered through the corridor. "I don't know." He murmured. "I don't know what to do."

Gildarts' chuckled in mirth. "Then, let us just leave the Trident where she rightfully belongs." He ruffled the brunet's hair, grinning as he did so. "Until now, I left all the decisions onto you, trusting in you. You did amazing, and tackled everything that came your way head-on, while also considering the best option every time. But, you overdid yourself in the end." He muttered half-heartedly. "I have been thinking this while you were sleeping. None of us can bring to destroy her, and we cannot just hand over this another mass-murdering weapon to the empire. In the end, doesn't matter whether she stays here or there, the risk will be the same. Even more, if we had to handover her to the empire. There are many who would want their hand on the Trident."

"So, you are suggesting that we leave the Trident of Poseidon here?"

Gildarts' laughed as he patted Ben on his head, much to latter's aggravation. "This is your mission, little shrimp. I wouldn't tell you what to do. I will only follow you, believing you did the right thing."

"Eh, but I would still be reporting you to gramps for all the destruction, you know. You also irresponsibly let Thrym escape back then. So, you are in a heap of deep shit troubles." Ben said flippantly, quirking an eyebrow as he good-humoredly ribbed Gildarts. "You are not off the hook yet, old geezer."

Gildarts' pulled a face, his left eye twitching rapidly. "It was you who wrecked the place before me, brat!"

"Because you let that bastard escape in the first place." Ben barked indignantly. "Also, I don't remember flatting the entire terrain!"

"You had wrecked dozens of houses!"

"You completely obliterated the rest!"

"Those shells were of no use because of you!"

"At least, there was something left to rebuild! But, now those poor souls have to build them from scratch, thanks to you!"

"What 'bout the area you completely burned to smithereens'!?"

"Eh, and what of that huge depression in the middle of the city!?"

Laxus could only scowl at their peevish immature banter. Stuffing his hands into his pocket, he put on his headphone, and hunched his shoulder slightly before walking away. His forehead was furrowed in vexation, as he clicked his teeth.

A gasp filled the corridor.

Ben inhaled deeply to calm his anxious nerves. That was Mirajane. Definitely her. He wouldn't mistake that narcissism in that tone. Here he was planning to retreat into his room before he cross path with the girls, especially Mirajane. Now, he finds that they were waiting for him in his room. Blowing out another breath, Ben prepared to leave noiselessly, and would imagine that he wasn't here. As he turned his back, someone called out for him.

"Ah, Ben, it is you! I thought I heard someone in here."

Ben flinched. Was he that loud? Maybe. He was certainly caught by surprised there. Sighing profoundly, he looked at Cana. "Hey. I thought you guys were busy." He lauded himself for not faltering there.

Cana only blinked in confusion. "This is your room. We were waiting for you."

Ben faltered. So much for applauding himself there. "Oh." He mouthed, immediately mentally scolding himself for coming up with some excuse instead. And, what was with that 'Oh'!? Suddenly, he felt a hand on his arm, and was yanked inside his room. An awkward grin broke onto his face as he faced both Erza and Mirajane. The latter's subtle smirk almost made him gulp the imaginary lump in his throat. He can see it. The terrible fate for unforeseeable future. "H-Hey."

"Ben-nii!" Ben spun around and found Lisanna crashing into him, hugging his tightly. "You are alright!"

"Yeah, good mornin' to you too." Ben rolled his eyes, gently patting the younger girl on the head. "Glad to see you are doing fine as well."

"Good mornin' Ben. I am glad to see you doing well." Erza greeted softly, approaching the brunette. She then grabbed his head and smashed him on her breastplate. "Don't scare us like that again."

Ben only groaned in pain. "I would be better if you stop batting my head like this." He grunted, shaking his head and musing incoherently. He then rubbed his head, hoping to stop those chirping of those birds flying around his head.

"My turn."

Ben flinched as he peered at Mirajane. Before he knew it, she embraced him into a tight hug. "W-Wait! M-Mi-Mira, stop i-it." He fumbled for words, while his body turned stiff as rock, and his face so red that Erza's hair paled in comparison.

"What the hell are you doing!? Let him go, bitch!"

Mirajane reluctantly let go of Ben or so it seemed as she stuck a tongue at Cana. "I was just hugging him. It's not a big deal. Mine was nothing in comparison to Erza smashing his head on her small chest, hidden behind a piece of tin." She shrugged in a most gullible manner, locking her hand behind her and pushing her bust out.

Erza squeezed her fists as she looked at Mirajane inauspiciously. "Do you have a death wish, Mira?"

"Oh, are you sure you are not asking me to wipe the floor with you instead, tin can?"

"Don't ignore me!" Cana shouted indignantly.

Meanwhile, Ben blew a deep breath, color returning to his face. It wasn't new to hear them stuck in such indecent arguing, not that he appreciates it either. But at the moment, he couldn't have asked for better alternative. What confounded him though was Mirajane's behavior. She would have been her usual self, if not for her bold move earlier.

Lisanna tilted her head in surprise, as she watched Ben squirming and rather uncomfortable. That was unusual of him. She remembered her sister feigning casualness in the morning when she informed them 'bout Ben. Mirajane was happier than usual, and strangely nervous. Ben was pretty uncomfortable, and seems to be avoiding Mirajane instead of admonishing her. Lisanna smiled subtly and tugged the brunet on his hand.

"Y-Yeah, Lisanna?" Ben glanced at the younger girl, feigning a smile to hid his discomfort.

"Something happened between you and Mira-nee last night, Ben-nii?"

Ben faltered for the second time. "La-La-Last n-night?" He stammered uneasily, rubbing the back of his head timidly. "No-" Wait! Why couldn't he hear the argument behind? He looked at the girls glaring at him intimidatingly, while Mirajane was smiling surreptitiously. "I didn't do anything." The brunet spoke tentatively.

"Oh?" Lisanna squinted her eye in mischievous amusement. "Then, why are you all flustered, Ben-nii?"

Ben pulled a face. "Told you, it was nothing."

"But, it was something." Cana leaned back, crossing her arms beneath her bust and frowning. "Honestly, I wouldn't expect you to make a move in the first place." She muttered nonchalantly before focusing her dreadful death-glare at Mirajane. "So, what did you do, bitch?"

"Watch where you are going with that mouth, old hag!" Mirajane's left eye was twitching forebodingly, her voice laced with indignance and cockiness.

"Who are you calling old hag, minx!?" Cana held up her right fist in front of her face, several tick marks began popping on her face.

"Those are fightin' words!"

"Bring it on!"

Suddenly, a loud sound boomed from behind and halted everyone. The source of said sound was none other than Erza punching her hand on the table. "What happened last night, you sadistic bitch?" Even Cana paled at the unpromising threat, while Ben stood completely unnerved.

Mirajane leant back and smirked. That goofy grin on her face only unsettled Ben further. He knew what was coming next. He crossed his finger and waited for the storm. The faint gleam into her eyes elevated the already palpable tension in the room. "Oh, that? We kissed."

Yup, that did it. Ben was sure that that must have definitely done it as he closed his eyes and waited for the inevitable. Then, why the pin-drop silence? Mirajane definitely have dropped the bomb, then what's with this overwhelming silence? He slowed cracked open his one eye, and evidently paled, color draining from his face at the ominously intimidating glares of Erza and Cana. Gulping the big lump, he opened his mouth and then shut it. What the hell was he supposed to say in a situation like this!? But, whatever he probably says, it was only going to blew that ticking bomb instead of diffusing it. Ben would rather lavish in that last trace of hope than dig his own grave with his own hand… or rather his mouth.

"You know what, I think I will go find Natsu, and make sure that he doesn't ends up in trouble." Lisanna muttered to herself, almost giggling as she saw herself out of the room. She would rather be away from the blast radius if possible, even if it meant losing an opportunity of witnessing the entertainment of the year. Good grief.

"T-Then I suppose, I will go check on whether the preparation for our departure is complete." Ben raised a finger animatedly, and quickly turned around, baring a delightful smile that no one objected. But his moment of exuberance was short-lived as Mirajane chose to spice things up.

"Ah, and did I forget to mention that how wonderful it was."

Ben deadpanned. He didn't have to do anything. Mirajane was digging his grave for him. Suddenly, an abrupt but loud boom interrupt his thoughts. He hesitantly craned his neck to look at Erza and a broken table, as the corner of his mouth began twitching in apprehension. 'Man, she is so very pissed.'

"Ben?"

Ben looked at Cana. If a glare could kill people, he would have died already. That's the kind of eyes those were. "Um, Cana, it's not what you think. Really. I didn't… I mean, I-"

"Are you saying you didn't kiss?"

Ben retraced his steps back as Erza approached him, almost as a predator to a prey. "Ah, no, no, I mean, we did, but, I didn't mean-" Ben was getting squeamish as the dark aura surrounding them intensified. Finding his back against the wall, he quickly bowed comically with his palm pressed together over his head. "I am sorry! Please, don't hurt me! I am sorry!"

"Well, I know you couldn't do it on your own." Cana mulled quietly, bringing her focus on the smug face of Mirajane. "So, that makes you the culprit here. We both know who could have initiated it."

Ben face-faulted. Did she meant that he doesn't have balls to kiss? At least, now that everyone focus was returned back to Mirajane, he didn't really have any complaints. They could fight among themselves for all he cared. As long as he wasn't on the receiving end, he couldn't care less.

Erza was the first one to get into Mirajane's face. "You really have a lot of guts to show your face around after what you did, bitch." Crimson aura bathed her with thirsts for vengeance. "Do ya have a death wish or somethin'? Do you want me to mince you to bits?"

Mirajane grinned shrewdly, flexing her right arm and clenching her fist. "Oh really? You want to fight?" The purplish aura shrouding her lashed at thin air in intimidating gesture. "I don't see what I did wrong. I didn't do anything that I didn't meant to, and just we are clear, I enjoyed every moment of it."

"Oh? Nerves." The corner of Cana's mouth curled and twitched in annoyance. "You know very well that we all here like him, even if he is just ridiculously dense enough to not see it. Yet, you went ahead and made a move on him without telling us. Do you want me to wipe the floor with you that badly, ya sadistic bitch?"

Mirajane smiled cruelly, a glimmer in her eyes evident to others. "Oh ho, so it's my fault that you always chicken out?" She chuckled condescendingly, and folding her hands beneath her big bust provocatively. "Not that you have a shot with him with that flat-chest of yours anywa-" Suddenly, Mirajane stopped as a blade found its way on her throat in foreboding gesture.

"You think too highly of yourself."

Mirajane looked at Erza as a vindictive smile split her face. "I expected you both to be devastated, but it is so much worth seeing in person. I must say, I am really enjoying this too. But, not so much as the last night."

"I wish I could wipe that smug grin off your face right here." Erza snarled menacingly, almost itching to stab her face full of holes.

Mirajane chuckled sinisterly. "Then, what's holding you back? Let's find out who is stronger right here."

"There is no point in destroying this palace, when we could just ask Ben whom he likes more." Cana said haughtily, looking back toward Ben, or where he was supposed to be, since he was missing. Her left eye twitched once in utter exasperation. "Did he run away?"

"Then, let's settle this the old fashion way." Mirajane smiled inauspiciously.

"Agreed." Erza nodded.

Meanwhile as Ben sneaked through the corridor, he blew a deep sigh. "Man, that was just so scary. I am glad that I got away without so much a scratch." He muttered, cramming his hands into his pocket. Just as he finished lauding himself for quick exit, a loud explosion from behind shook the entire palace. "Just as I thought."

Ben quietly dragged himself into a big, round room inside the palace, trying hard to ignore the number of stares drilling holes in his head. How he wished that the incident earlier had been the last of it, or the last night had never happened. At least, neither Erza nor Cana were at his throat anymore, so that was a relief, but their death glares were going to be the undoing of him. It was almost as if they were trying to catch him alone, a chance he wasn't willing to spare them then.

"Yo brat, took you long enough." Gildarts' grinned toothily, waving his hand in greeting. "You certainly have ways with ruckus, ain't it?"

"Piss off, old fart." Ben grumbled, noting Laxus, Mystogan and the younger mages had all gathered into the room, along with King Neptune, Queen Otohime, Prince Fukaboshi, and some other faces he wasn't familiar with. His eyes then drew toward the big magical seal in the center of the room, and he whistled in exhilaration. They were finally returning back.

Rook noticed the unusual faces of the girls, who went to stand beside others, and shrugged his shoulder. They were probably still exhausted from the fight, or so he thought. Returning his attention back to the first Prince, he bowed in greeting. "Prince Fukaboshi?" The said merman nodded in acknowledgement, and waved his right hand prompting one of the guards to bring a light sword for the Revonnahgander.

Ben whistled, cocking an eyebrow. "Ah, what's for? Is it somethin' special?"

Rook swung the blade in the air as he responded. "My Proto-Tool is trashed. I requested a weapon, just in case." He muttered, sheathing the blade and then latching it onto his back. "A sense of security. King Neptune was kind enough to grant my request."

"Oh." Ben mouthed. "Though, never took you a swordsman type." He chuckled good-naturedly. "But, I guess it is better than nothing." He then brought his focus back to King Neptune. "So, I really appreciate the welcome here, and the little time we spent here. I am also glad that you are lettin' us off the hook for the destruction to your kingdom and… the palace, King Neptune, and oh, I'm really sorry about that last one. Some of us has the tendency to go overboard." He mused, stroking the back of his sheepishly as he ignored the dark eyes of the girls. "So, what I mean is, thank you for everything you did during our stay here."

Neptune laughed. "It is us who should thank you, the land dwellers. If not for your intrusion in our kingdom, the curse would have never severed. I would like to thank all of you from the bottom of my heart. This country will forever be in your debt-jamon."

Queen Otohime only nodded her head in acknowledgement.

"Then I guess, we are both square." Ben chuckled, bowing his head slightly in gratitude. "It's been fun, while it lasted." He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "So, how are we doing this? I mean, returning back to land?"

"Gather in the middle." Otohime pointed toward the magic seal. "It is a Teleportation Magic. It is synchronized to your destination."

Gildarts' whistled in incredulity. "Now that's some amazing stuff here. But then, shouldn't you send us directly to Ishgar instead of our ship? It would save us a lot of trouble."

Otohime shook her head in denial as King Neptune stroked his beard and said. "I am afraid not. This is synchronized to the sea, where Ryugu once floated. The best we could accomplish is to teleport you close to your vessel if it still sails in the vicinity."

"So, if there's no ride," Laxus concluded, shaking his head cynically. "We will have to swim our way back to the land. That's…" He couldn't help but mused aloud, waiting a moment to find right choice of words. "…some serious bullshit."

"No kidding!" Gray paled.

"Seriously not." Gildarts' pulled an incredulous face. "I will be an old, scrawny man by the time we reach Fiore, and no woman would want to bed me then! That's not how I wanted to live my older days! That's just the very worst future I hate so much that I never even thought of it!"

"That what ya worried 'bout?" Mirajane face-palmed. "Seriously, do you got a screw loose or somethin'?"

Meanwhile, Natsu was the one most pepped at the possibility. "Yay, we don't have to sail. Let's swim all the way-" An armored punch hammered onto his thick skull, flooring him into the floor instantly. Seems like his recommendation cost him handsomely.

"Knock it off." Erza's right eye were twitching as she closed her eyes; a nerve mark ticking on her temple. "It's not like you are going to swim anyway. You would probably have Happy fly you. But, if you are that enthusiastic at the idea, then I might consider having you swim all the way."

"Erza, he can't hear you." Cana moaned in exasperation. "But, I am seriously with you on that one. Let's give him hell." She said balling her fist. "I wouldn't hold back either."

"Natsu gonna die." Happy chirped, shedding anime tears as he held onto Lisanna.

Mystogan refrained from making a comment, sticking with an involuntary cough of displeasure. "There is seriously something wrong with this bunch. No matter how many times I see it, it never gets old." He mused inaudibly.

"Tell me about it." Rook muttered, overhearing the hooded boy.

Ben stroked his chin as he pondered the thought, boring a skeptical face all of a sudden. "Well, I smell trouble."

"THERE'S NO RIDE! OF COURSE, THER'S A TROUBLE!" Others shouted animatedly. "SOMEBODY JUST CUT HIM PLEASE?!"

Ben let out an amused chortle before he said. "Hehe, whatever the problem, we have to leave this place, so there's no point hanging around, heh. I suppose, we will sort it out after we reach there." He shrugged irresponsibly. "For now, let's just hope for the best."

"You forgot to say to prepare for the worst." Gray pointed out impassively. Both Natsu and Lisanna were nodding their heads hysterically.

Ben shrugged obliviously. "Yeah, that too."

Everyone sweat dropped.

Ben laughed, stepping in the seal. "Well, waddaya waitin' for? Don't worry, I have a hunch, this is gonna be pretty fun. Trust me."

"That just gave me a really bad feeling." Laxus mused apprehensively. Shrugging his shoulder, he shook his head. "Whatever. It's not like staying here gonna change anything, and if that is the last of this, then I doubt it could get any worse." He muttered, entering the seal, begrudgingly followed by everyone.

Noting everyone present, Ben gave a thumb up and his signature toothy grin to Queen Otohime. "Ready when you are."

Queen Otohime nodded in acknowledgement, and chanted something before a rip tore in the magic seal and everyone disappeared from sight. As the wrap closed, King Neptune looked at his wife. "You didn't tell them, did you-jamon?"

Queen Otohime shook her head. "There is nothing to worry. They managed to defeat Thrym." She said smiling awkwardly. "I suppose, a bit of height would not trouble them much."

"Mother, if it was only a bit of height." Prince Fukaboshi sighed audibly. "Oh Kami, watch over them."

Thunder echoed in the cloudless sky. Suddenly a portal tore in the abyss of sky, and coughed out a bunch of people as if it detested their presence. The fact that the bunch were none other than Fairy Tail's crew from Ryugu Island, it was no wonder that the sky would detest them, so apprehensive of their potential. When they opened their eyes, the first things they felt was the warmth of the sun, and its light burning into their retinas. For some reason, the sun was too bright. They closed their eyes again.

Wait! Wasn't the wind picking up too much? Like, really too much?

Ben was the first one to recover his senses, and as his eyes adjusted to the sight in front of him, he noted that they were all falling from what was about 10000 meters in the sky and toward the sea. They were in the air. Though, he quickly realized their predicament. Currently, they were all skydiving, and none of them had a single parachute. It was a freebie free fall for them.

Ben's voice hitched in his throat and his face paled, turning white as snow.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Unfortunately, the same couldn't be said for others who were all screaming like there was no tomorrow, which was literally true in their case. The way things were, none of them were going to see the tomorrow. Not after crashing from this height.

"WHAT THE HELL IS THIIIIS!?" Gildarts' eyes bulged out like big saucers plates, as he waved his hands fanatically as if he was under the impression that he has suddenly grew wings. "WHY ARE WE FALLIN' FROM THE SKY!?"

"SOMEBODY SAVE ME! I AM GOING TO DIIIIE!" Gray and Natsu clung to each other in terror of their lives, with Happy in the middle, as they screamed each other's ear out. "WE DON'T WANT TO DIIIIIE!"

"Who the fuck throws anybody from this height!?" Laxus shouted indignantly. "This ain't not even funny anymore! How much worse could it really get!?"

"Yeah, we could reflect on our life who knows how many times during a fall like this!" Mirajane couldn't help but scream, while holding onto Lisanna in utter fright. "EVEN FALLING HAS A LIMIT, DAMMIT!"

"I think, my poor heart gonna take a leap!" Cana cried comically, completely losing her hangover.

"Hey, can't any of you do somethin'?! There's got to be somethin', just anything would do!" Erza shouted, looking at Ben. The latter was still so stunned that he hadn't recovered from his stupefaction yet. Frozen in shock though wasn't much promising for his future.

"Well, I don't think this should be much of a problem for me at least." Mystogan muttered calmly, as his body turned to mist with a flick of a finger. "Good grief."

Laxus caught sight of Mystogan fading away into the air, and the corner of his mouth curled into a smile. "That would work." Suddenly, lightning exploded from his frame, molding into a golden pseudo-armor of sort, and his body quickly zipped across the sky like a thunder. He heard the ear-splitting scream of the Revonnahgander free-falling within his reach. Negating the lightning on his right hand, he grabbed Rook by his leg.

"Happy, fly!"

The said mass of blue fur looked at Natsu and Gray quizzically, and nodded his head hysterically. Wings sprouted from his back and uncontrollably flapped his wings to halt his descend, while both Natsu and Gray were latched onto him for their dear life. "You are soooooo heavy!"

"Haha, I forgot I can fly too!" Mirajane laughed hysterically as realization stuck her. She quickly released her magic in a full blast that set off a mild convulsion in the air. The fright seems to have scrambled her control. Even Lisanna seemed to recuperate quickly, as she performed a partial Take-Over and turned her hands into wings. Mirajane quickly regained her bearing and flew toward Erza and Cana, reaching out and grabbing them by their collars. "Got you!"

Laxus noted the blue mass of fur ball losing his control from the shockwave of Mirajane's transformation and was sent tumbling toward the sea along with Natsu and Gray. Shooting after the trio with Rook in tow, Laxus begrudgingly annulled lightning in his left upper appendage to grab Happy by his tail.

Meanwhile, Ben was quickly fiddling with the Omnitrix, and scrolling through the DNA library. "At this moment, just anything would do, Omnitrix! Just anything with wings! PLEASE!" An emerald light burst from his frame, before fading to reveal…

"XLR8!?"

The Kineceleran deadpanned. "This isn't the time for messing around, stupid watch! I don't need speed. I need wings!" He then tapped the Omnitrix dial again, and another flash of green light exploded from him.

"Diamondhead!?"

Another green light.

"Kickin' Hawk!?"

Another green light.

"Humungousaur!?"

Another green light.

"Rath!?" The Appoplexian indignantly lashed out with his hands and legs in mid-air, angrily scowling at the Omnitrix as he poked the dial. "LEMME TELL YA SOMETHIN', STUPID OMNITRIX! DO YOU THINK RATH FIND THIS FUNNY BECAUSE RATH IS NOT LAUGHING!"

"Do somethin', please!" Gildarts shouted right from above the Appoplexian. "We are not going to survive if we crash at this pace!"

Rath tapped the Omnitrix dial again, causing another emerald flash to envelope him. But, this time the light continued to increase, and almost re-shaped into a big dome encompassing both Rath and Gildarts within. The rest of the crew gathered to watch the top two strongest mages of their guild floundering in the sea together, their screams muffled by the humungous tsunami that set off from the epicenter.

After a moment, Cana was the first one to shatter the overwhelming silence that had consumed 'em. "Do you think, we should have saved them?"

"Like this?" Erza scowled, gesturing to their dilemma.

"My hands full." Mirajane rolled her eyes, vaguely yanking the collars of both Erza and Cana to point out the trio's predicament. They then looked at the blonde lightning mage.

Laxus grumbled loudly, waving Rook in one hand and Happy, Natsu and Gray in other. "Mine too." He said with a snort. "Don't look at me like that. I never practiced with my legs."

"Mine three." Happy chirped, holding onto Natsu and Gray as he sweated bullets, the former once again lost to his invincible motion sickness as he barfed his stomach into the sea below.

"Ah, I don't even have any hands." Lisanna shook her head, tearing her eyes away from others.

Everyone then craned their necks to look at Mystogan, who - after a pregnant pause - only shrugged his shoulder in response. Others sweat dropped.

"Whatever." Mirajane sighed aloud. "They would be fine. For now, let's just find our boat. I doubt two S-Class mages would die from drowning anyway."

"I concur." Rook groaned, holding onto his mouth, his face sick green.

The group searched around, until they found their yacht sailing not too far behind them. As they landed on the deck, their eyes inadvertently drew toward the uninvited guests occupying their vessels, pilfering anything of value or use, while another big vessel was anchored beside theirs. The pirate crew gathered around the mages, surrounding them with their weapons primed, chuckling and leering intimidatingly all the time.

Mirajane's Take-Over faded off as she scowled at the intruders. "Pirates, eh?"

"Heh, we are lucky to have gotten here in time." Cana summarized as she looked around. "Since our ride is trashed, we could use theirs." A glint shone in her eyes as she fished out couple of her magic cards. "I suppose, stealing from pirates doesn't makes us pirates, right?"

"Not that I have heard of such rule anywhere." Erza smiled malevolently, equipping a sword.

Rook wiped his mouth after hurling remaining of his appetite in the sea, and looked at the girls. "No, I am sure there is a rule." He grumbled, sighing loudly and shaking his head. "Not that I am going to point it out to them."

Laxus glanced around as if searching for something. "Hm, that's odd. I am sure Ben had asked for some materials to repair and reinforce the ship. I am surprised, they didn't send any."

"By any chance, are you talking 'bout those?"

Laxus looked at Gray, and then where the half-naked stripper was gawking at, and stiffened at the sight of the wooden beams closing in toward them at an incredulous speed from the sky. "We are so screwed."

"ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH-HHH-HHH-"

Meanwhile, the sea level began rising all of a sudden, until something began emerging out from the very abyss of the sea. The displacement of water after the tsunami hadn't even properly settled, and another wave was set in motion that threatened to drift away the ships. Standing up straight as cascade of water poured off the new appearance, it revealed itself none other than Way Big, with Gildarts sitting onto his shoulder.

"Man, I thought, I was a goner there." The orange-haired mage laughed sheepishly. "That was such fun."

"Yeah." Way Big moaned in exhaustion. "But, I ain't doing that again." The To'kustar loomed over the ships, and narrowed his eyes at the rather peculiar sight. To his relief, rest of his team were present on the deck, but for some reason, there was a bunch of big holes in the deck and everyone was completely frozen in astonishment, their skin was white as snow, and pool of water had accumulated beneath their feet from their profuse sweating.

Gildarts' leapt off the To'kustar shoulder and onto the board as Way Big reverted back to normal, before boarding the ship himself. Combing his brown hair back with his fingers, the brunette quietly inspected the bizarre sight. His friends were completely frozen as if they had seen a ghost, and same goes for those unknown people occupying their deck who were unconscious with their mouth gaping and tongues out. Snapping his fingers in front of Laxus, Ben shared a glance with Gildarts.

"Don't look at me. I am as clueless as you." Gildarts' shrugged flippantly.

"Oh." Ben mouthed returning back to his inspection. "Hmm, it seems before they were frozen, they were looking up." He craned his neck and looked toward the sky as he stroked his chin. "But-" His eyes glued to a wooden beam that came crashing down toward him, and punched a hole through the deck, right in front of him. His voice hitched in his throat in fright. Forcefully craning his neck, he looked at Gildarts' who was standing with one feet raised in air, both arms wide, mouth gaping and anime tears cascading down his face. There were a bunch of more holes around him. "Gil-Gil-Gil-Gildarts, y-you al-alright?"

The orange-haired man slowly peered at him boring a ghost face. "I-It almost took m-my family j-jewel."

"S-Same h-here." Ben gulped down the big lump in his throat. "N-No wonder, others are still in s-shock."

"S-Class missions are scary."

Ben grew a big tick mark as he backhanded the whining mass of blue fur away. For the first time, he felt that S-Class missions are seriously crazy, especially after almost losing his family treasure. But, having Happy persistently moan 'bout it for who knows how many times in the past three days wouldn't do him any good. Sighing audibly, he intently watched the red orb slowly disappearing behind the horizon, his hands were still leaned against on the wooden railings.

After temporarily recovering from their initial shock, the group had decided to discard the sinking ship, and borrow the pirate ship instead to set sail. But, for a ship of galleon size, none knew how to operate it, and thus decided to let the reluctant pirates be their escort. Beating 'em to pulp wasn't a big deal, and they didn't need to keep constant watch over 'em, when most of them were stuck entwined in one corner of the ship.

Ben yawned as he suddenly felt the ship slowing. Looking over his shoulder, his pale green eyes glossed over the harbor, not too far in the distance. "Oh, looks like we have finally reached Hargeon."

"Cap'n, we reached the harbor!"

Ben shook his head in incredulity at the sight of the acting Captain of the ship, commandeering the half a dozen of pirates. Gray wasn't cut to be a pirate, for the stripper was way to boisterous and impertinent to do any good.

"Ahoy, fold the sail and take us to dock, men!" Gray shouted over the horn, raising his sword in the air.

"Aye sir! Ye heard the Cap'n! Fold the sails!"

Ben let out an amused chortle. As long as someone could keep watch at the pirates, he wouldn't mind if they entertain themselves a bit. Still, that hat and eyepatch didn't go well with a stark-naked cheeky kid. Smiling, he reached out and grabbed the Dragon Slayer leant over the railing for the better half of their journey, before hauling him across the deck.

"Oi Gray, don't enter into the town like that." Ben warned him. "Put on somethin' more than your short."

"That's Captain Gray to you."

Ben looked at the onyx-haired boy with a raised eyebrow.

"Aye sir. I will follow ye directives to the letter at once."

"Good grief." Ben shook his head, rubbing the back of his head with the other hand. "As long as there's no complaint from the people, I don't mind what you do."

"Aye sir." Gray then tilted his head to a side as he stroked his chin. "By the way, shouldn't you stop 'em? I mean, Erza and Mira had been going at each other for a while, and Cana hasn't left her sack all day. I doubt there is any sake left at the pace she and Gildarts' were going."

The corner of Ben's mouth twitched once. "About 'em, huh?" He scratched his cheek nervously. "I don't think meddling in their affairs would be good at this time."

"Huhu, okay."

Ben shook his head, and closed his eyes as he nursed his forehead in deliberation. Those girls have been exploiting almost every chance to catch him alone for these past three days. He was pretty sure that he couldn't face Mirajane after that night until he comes to term with it, and Erza and Cana would probably chew him alive. Still, Ben wouldn't understand why Erza and Cana were acting such. Lisanna probably knew something, but he would rather die than ask her about it. He was the older one here, after all.

"Where's others? I haven't seen anyone since afternoon."

"Oh, not sure. Lisanna is still probably with Mira and Erza, making sure they don't go overboard. Laxus, Rook and Mystogan are lounging somewhere around, I think." Gray said after giving it a thought. "You should ask Happy-" He noted the mass of fur ball on the floor, his eyes rolling in its socket. "Nevermind."

Ben shook his head. "Send a word that we have reached the port. Tell 'em to gather on the deck."

"Sure, and oh," Gray them smiled crookedly. "I have pilfered some of the golds from these pirates to pay for the ride. No sweat 'bout money. Hehe. I can't wait to see their faces when they realize it. Hehe. Really can't wait."

Ben sweat dropped. "I take my word back. You would make a good pirate, Gray." He mulled inaudibly. "You know, you wouldn't be around to see that for yourself, and also wipe that smug off your face. That makes you look like an ugly old bastard I know." He said as a matter of fact.

"Oops."

"Man, what a day it been."

Ben sighed, folding his arms behind his head as he lay on the bed, under the soft comfort of the mattress. After debarking the pirates' galleon, the first thing they did was report to harbormaster 'bout the loss of the rented ship and had paid the remaining amount. That didn't put as much a dent in their pocket, all thanks to Gray and his first successful piracy.

Chuckling, Ben glanced at the window and out toward the dark sky glimmering with stars. His breathing was shallow as drowsiness slowly crept on him. Yawning, Ben remembered how troublesome it has been to rent rooms, especially this time of the year. Apparently, Magic Council were recruiting soldiers, which brought many travelers to this town in hopes of bagging the government jobs. They were very fortunate to have found a decent place to stay the night.

As exhaustion finally took its toll, the brunette found himself drifting off, until a light knock on his door shattered his drowsiness. "Eh, who could it be this late?" He mused, mulling the possibility. He was sure that Cana was done in for today, and Mirajane couldn't leave her room with Lisanna around. That only left Erza, but she wouldn't probably be here that late. Sighing, Ben aversely rose to his feet and reached for the doorknob. Opening the door, his eyes focused on the redhead standing in the darkness. "Erza?"

"Hmm, hey, B-Ben." Erza squirmed, her face turning a shade of red. "I hope, I-I am not disturbing you."

Ben knew he couldn't tell her that. But, he was flabbergasted that she didn't figure out for herself, when she was knocking at someone's door during late mid-night. Ben couldn't help but marvel at her rather otherworldly sense as he opened the door wider. "Not really. Come on in." He lied, letting the redheaded nut enter the dark room. "So, did you want something?"

"I-I went into town earlier, and… I wanted to give you this." Ben arched an eyebrow inquisitively, as he checked the small bottle Erza offered him. "You didn't really get time to see a healer. So, I brought this."

"Huh? What for?"

Surprisingly, Erza was fidgeting timidly, contradicting her usual stern demeanor. But, Ben didn't think much of it. Anyone would be a bit nervous at the current dilemma of theirs. "For your eye."

"Oh, this scar?" Ben ran a hand over his eye as realization dawned on him. His face turned several shades of red as suddenly Ben found Erza's presence a bit uncomfortable. "Thanks. You didn't really need to do it though."

"I-I wanted to."

"Um, okay?"

The pair stood in uncomprehensive silence for few minutes, neither knowing what to say next until Ben choose to break the muteness. "A-Anything else?" It was really going to be awkward for him. Just a few nights before, he was involved in an unforgivable incident with Mirajane. This wasn't going to ease his anxiety.

"I will help you."

Ben gawked obliviously at Erza. "Huh? What did you say?"

"I said I will help you."

If Ben was clueless earlier, now he was completely bewildered. "Don't worry 'bout it." He said, rubbing the thin scar underneath his right eye subconsciously. He wanted to keep it as a reminder of his mistake. That was inexcusable, and he didn't want to ever forget it. "It's just a scar anyway. It's not like it bothers me or anything."

Erza snatched the bottle from the brunet, and looked him into his pale jade eyes. "Preserving it wouldn't correct anything. I have been with you long enough to understand what you are thinking… sometimes. You may not care 'bout a scar, but at least care the feelings of those around you."

Ben shook his head, not making an effort to quarrel. He lacked good ground, and arguing with Erza was just as good as banging his head on the wall. No gain, and he would only be hurting himself. "I guess." He acknowledged with a bob of his head. He reached for the bottle. "Here, I will take it."

"I told you, I will do it." Erza refused, not letting the brunet take the ointment from her.

"I will do it my-ohhh, ouch." Ben groaned in pain. Tangling legs and hitting head on the floor hurts, and he felt it firsthand. Looking down, Ben found Erza pinned beneath him, her eyes boring into his own, quietly searching for something foreign to him. His face turned a deeper shade of red, as he tore himself away from her, but Erza reached out and clutched the collar of his shirt. Ben had a hunch, this wasn't going to end well. "Um, Erza? What are you-"

"Do you dislike me?"

"Erza, this isn't the time for that." Ben struggled to free himself, but man, was she strong. He was almost straddling her, and the door was unlocked. If anyone had to pass from his room, they would surely take this for something else. The worse was, Ben could feel her body underneath him, and thin satin material of her pajamas' separating them wasn't just good enough to hide his embarrassment and stop his train of thoughts.

Erza's brown eyes implored those emerald orbs that feebly glimmered in the faint moonlights from the window. "Do you dislike me?" She was obstinate, and Ben knew better than anyone else, her persistence knows no bound.

Sighing, Ben gave up his effort. "No. I could never dislike you." Erza smiled softly, and that little gesture was enough to awestruck the brunet, entrancing him into some sort of dream. "N-Now can you let go of me?"

Erza shook her head, reinforcing her grip instead. "Then, why would you kiss Mira, but not me?"

Ben gulped the imaginary lump in this throat. For some reason, his body was burning, heatin' up further as the time passes, so much that he could feel his strength in his hands giving away. "I hadn't meant for it to happen. I don't know why it happened? I don't know what was I thinking then? I don't know what Mira was thinking then, or what you are thinking now? I don't know anything. It... only happened and I don't know what it changed. I am scared of what changed between me and Mira, or what it will change between you and me. I… just don't know what is happening - that I would ruin what I have."

"I am not scared, not as long as it is you. We can find what is happening together, but for now I want to act on how I feel. If it ruins anything, I will smack upside your head and make everything alright again." Erza muttered, her hands slowly snaking around his neck and pinning him onto her.

Ben felt his body weighin' a little heavier, his breath a bit raspy and his throat withering from the warmth of Erza's body pressed to his own. Was he getting disoriented? He must have been because Ben couldn't tear his eyes away from those brown orbs that had him entranced. What was it that denied him freedom? Ben's eyes then flicked to a bead of sweat that slowly rolled down her chin and then to neck.

Erza opened her mouth but then closed it, her warm breath almost reeled Ben to her, if not for his self-restraint. Gulping that little knob in his throat that made his breathing restless, Ben watched spellbound as Erza's tongue flicked across her lips, too much inviting to curb his carnal desire. A strange, but oddly familiar sensation surged inside him as her warm hands on his cold neck drew him closer. Erza writhed slightly underneath him at the excruciating long wait, the faint contact through the satin almost pushing him to edge.

Ben couldn't help but feel how fragile, vulnerable and delicate Erza was. Her breathing quick but husky, elevating his want further. His face inches away from her, his body pressing against her, her big mounds firmed against his chest and his leg between her squirming legs. A new wave of passion struck him, his hunger stimulating his yearning for those enviable lips as her eyes held him captivated, beseeching him to act on his lasciviousness.

"Are you sure you wouldn't regret it later?"

"Would you?" There was a hint of pleading in her question.

Ben felt Erza's fingers feathering and faintly kneading his neck and shoulder, his muscles were literally trembling under her touch. It was like melted sugar, slowly eating away at his reservations, his guttural desire luring him toward her. His eyes flicked toward her parted lips, as if she was sound asleep, as her sultry gaze continued to tease him.

Erza swallowed hard and before she understood, Ben crushed her lips with his own. She felt his tongue trace the seam of her lips, and coaxed it to open. A soft moan was all it took, and Ben covered her mouth with his, his tongue slithering inside her mouth, and the tender flesh of his tongue lapping against her. It was electric to her, heating singing her body as pleasure crawled through her frame. It was all as if her blood was boiling underneath her sensitive skin that made every inch her to gasp in pleasure. She didn't remember when she began grinding her hips, while her breasts were squashed under his weight.

Ben was palpitating with sensuality, as he forcefully and so unwillingly tore his mouth from her, leaving both of them breathless and wanting. "Y-You sh-should go, b-before we do s-something we will seriously r-regret."

Erza shallowed hard, not releasing him for even a moment, her eyes burning with desires. "I don't want to go."

"I am not sure we should-"

"Shhh." Erza smiled softly, burying his face into her nape. "We don't have to."

Ben moaned as the warmth of sunlight reflected off the mirror and fell on his face, the faint chipping of birds was soothing to his ears as he stretched his hands over his head, or so he thought, when he realized that he couldn't move his right hand. Opening his eyes, his eyes were blocked by the strands of red hair. Picking the tresses off his head, he looked at Erza clung to his arm that was buried in between her bust, still asleep but donning a beautiful smile nonetheless.

Usually, the brunette would have freaked out, but this time, it was different. For some reason, he was at peace, even though, this was entirely a new experience to him, but Ben was still uncertain what it meant to all of them.

"Not scared, huh?" Ben mused, staring at the ceiling. "You are a terrible liar, Erza Scarlet." He muttered, spacing out into his thought. "Both you and Mira, huh? I am still unsure what that other night meant. I guess, I need to talk it over with both of you together. That's gonna be hard, and lot scary too." Sighing loudly, Ben slowly unrestrained his hand without disturbing Erza, and got off the bed, already missing the warmth that had seen him out of the cold last night. "I guess, I better get ready and prepare for the long trip ahead."

Ben trod back to the inn after having rented ample horses for each individual in the group, a fresh apple in his hand and a bunch of supplies to last until the crew reach Crocus. A classic way of relaxation when someone has something on mind.

"Are you troubled?"

Ben snapped out of his trance, and looked at Rook. The Revonnahgander' seems to be boring a skeptical face, as if he was scrutinizing something. "Did you say something?"

"I asked, are you troubled?" Rook repeated again, noticing that Ben was still oblivious to the greeting of the publics. Since gaining populace admiration in recent years, Ben began catching eyes of people. That opportunity which Ben wouldn't miss to influence his enriching reputation. But today, he was different.

"Nah, not really." Ben replied, shrugging his shoulder nonchalantly. "Just, something on my mind." He then looked back at the Revonnahgander, bearing cynical eyes. "So, did you had somethin' to talk 'bout?"

"I suppose." Rook muttered, rubbing the back of his head. "However, I am not sure how I should broach the matter."

"Oh." Ben mouthed, the corner of his mouth breaking into a grin. "Confused, eh? That's unlikely of you, dude."

"Unfortunately, yes."

"What he means to ask is, do you think there could be Earthland-counterpart of others from your world, just like your counterpart?" Mystogan asked nonchalantly. "I think, this has got to do with that intruder in Laughing Coffin's base."

Ben arched an eyebrow, looking at the Revonnahgander inquisitively. "Who do you think he was, Rook?"

"Kevin."

A brief moment silence passed before Ben shook his head, sighing as he deliberated. "Kevin, huh? Even if he is Kevin, he wouldn't probably be the one we know. If anything, this guy could turn out an enemy, considering that his attack on Laughing Coffin might have been the result of some internal feud amongst dark guilds." He then closed his eyes, and chuckled dryly. "But, I guess, you think that guy was probably Kevin because he was using something familiar without using magic, eh?"

Silence.

"He is dead, Rook. They are all dead." Ben said, somewhat bitterly. "There is no point hoping otherwise. Dead don't come back to life. Only their memories do, and that is hard enough, dude."

"Yes, you are right."

Later that day, Ben once again found himself in the throne room, kneeling in front of His Majesty, Toma E. Fiore, the other mages of his group also locked in the same posture. The other occupants were Dalton, and Arcadios only.

"What news did you bring, young man?" Dalton inquired, calmly analyzing the group. This was certainly not the crew known to them, but their presence certainly made him speculate that the mission was likely more dangerous than they had anticipated. After all, the might of Gildarts' of the West amongst the SS-Rank is quite well known across the western land of Fiore. "I hope the mission went well."

Ben rose to his feet, and bobbed his head once. "Yes." Channeling magic into his hand, he summoned a sealed scroll. "This is for Your Majesty from the King Neptune of Jötunheimr, Ryugu Kingdom as known to us."

Arcadios approached the brunet and retrieve the scroll before delivering it to Toma E. Fiore, who calmly analyzed the scroll before unsealing and going through its content. "Hmmmm, the letters are in ancient penning. But, the signets indeed belong to the one that was engraved on the map. Unfortunately, I can't understand what this penned letter says-kabo." He said handing it to Dalton. "So, can you brief on your mission proceedings instead?"

"Yes." Ben bobbed his head once again. "As per se Saryou Ritsuga words, we recovered the other half of the map from Celestial Spirit Aquarius that guided us to the sea upon which once Ryugu Island floated. Perhaps it was teleportation, but through some unknown means, we reached the island somehow. There we discovered the lands of merfolk and fishfolk, ruled by King Neptune."

"That's interesting." Arcadios stroked his chin. "I never thought that the island that was lost still lives. I cannot fathom the secrets you must have uncovered in the kingdom lost to us centuries ago."

"Yeah, we did." Ben shrugged nonchalantly. "But unfortunately, the only way in was the recovered map, which lived it usefulness. We had some troubles there. We weren't sort of welcomed there or somethin'."

"What of the Trident?" Dalton questioned, going through the content of the letter himself. The fact that a lost kingdom was discovered was a story in itself, but so must the Trident. He was curious. What must have happened to a legendary weapon, such as the Trident of Poseidon itself?

"Apparently, that Trident was the reason because of which the island sunk in the ocean. Then some kind of magic removed the island from this world into another dimension or somethin'." Ben folded his hands behind his head, clicking his tongue at the self-make lies. "I was told that the Trident became unstable, and eventually caused the island to disappear. They didn't have any Trident with 'em. I didn't push them either, since I didn't think waging a war with them was worth it."

"A noble choice." Dalton admitted, shaking his head in disbelief. Then, he began stroking his chin as he reflected their current dilemma. "But, how would that help us with the issue concerning the Konzerns'?"

"I think, we could help you with that." Ben said, grinning toothily. "There are few… interesting facts, we would like Saryou and then Ritsuga to certify. Depending upon how it goes, you will have your culprits."

"What would that be?" Arcadios raised an inquisitive eyebrow.

"Let's not be hasty." Ben chuckled mirthfully. "When we accepted the mission, didn't we say that we will ensure the Konzern's heirs safety under any circumstances."

Tome E. Fiore approved the brunet's request, thereafter which Saryou Konzern was brought inside the throne room by some guards, while the elder Konzerns' also made their presence known. Clicking his tongue, Ben bowed to the King. "Now, if Your Majesty would allow us." An affirmative nod of head lead to Ben focusing on Saryou. "Sir Saryou Konzern, as per your request, we investigate and searched for the artifact Trident of Poseidon, and unfortunately, we reached the conclusion that such artifact do not exist."

"Wait! Eh, the Trident of Poseidon do not exist? What the hell are you babbling 'bout, kid!? You probably ran away halfway through for all I know!" Saryou shouted indignantly. "Oh, I get it. You are lying, aren't you? You must be lying! That map clearly meant to lead to the Trident of Poseidon. That knowledge was passed down for generations! There is no way that our ancestors were lying!"

"Oh?" Cana grinned subtly. "About that, if I remember correct, wasn't that knowledge was only passed down to the next head of each generation? Since, your father passed that information to Ritsuga-san, how come you learnt of it?" Saryou stiffened as Cana turned to look at elder Konzerns'. "Just so we are clear on this, had you ever told Saryou-san of any such knowledge?"

Both the elders shook their head in denial.

"There you go." Cana smiled gullibly, clasping her hands behind her back. "How would you explain that, Saryou-san?"

"I overheard it when father had passed that knowledge to brother." Saryou said grimly as beads of sweat rolled down his forehead before he quickly garnered some of his nerves to accused the group. "But, that isn't the pressing matter here. What more important is, why are you lying? You lots must have definitely found the Trident, or did that artifact fascinate you so much that you don't want to part with it, huh? I am sure, you are tricking His Majesty into believing your made-up story."

"Don't worry 'bout that." Mirajane smirked cunningly. "We not only reached Ryugu, but had audience with the ruler of Jötunheimr, and had the luxury to learn a bit 'bout that precious artifact. Oh, and didn't we told ya that we had delivered the letter of King Neptune to His Majesty? If anything, we needn't had required to do that." She pointed out cockily. "If we had any interest in the Trident of Poseidon, we had better options. We had no obligation to deliver the letter in the first place."

Saryou clenched his fist tightly, his jaw was a bit tensed and thoughts jeopardized. Things weren't as he might have presumed. "I apologies."

Dalton shook his head, and humorlessly glanced at Saryou, his eyes intimidating enough to caution him of the consequences. "Your apologies will not cut for it anymore. You must answer the accusation. How did you learnt of the existence of the Trident of Poseidon?"

Arcadios arched an eyebrow, finally comprehending the predicament Saryou was pushed in, and all was achieved by the youngest S-Class mage in the history of Ishgar. "You must also answer the accusations of Ritsuga-san. The fact that you knew of the Trident of Poseidon's existence suggests that you might have tricked your brother to retrieve the Trident for yourself."

Both Cana and Mirajane shared a high-five at the shuttering man.

"But, it is truth that brother intended to steal the Trident." Saryou argued. "I witnessed it with my own eyes. I won't gain anything from lying. I had even surrendered the authority of Trident to His Majesty."

Laxus chose to break the silence at that moment. "Hmmm, I think I get the picture now. I was wondering how did Ben figure out the whereabouts of the second half of that map and when I heard that it was you, none of it made sense." He said as a matter of fact, connecting the dots. "But if it is you, then everything would make sense. You probably exploited every aspect to recover the Trident for yourself, didn't you?"

Gildarts' whistled in wonder, flabbergasted at the blonde's logic. "Didn't know you were that attentive during the debriefing."

"I am surprised, you weren't." Laxus said impassively. "For being an SS-Class and all."

Erza folded her hands on her chest plate. "That would conclude it if that is the case." She then looked at the elder Konzerns. "Did you know of the whereabouts' of the second half of the map?" Another refusal, and Erza peered at Saryou implicitly, who only gulped down the lump in his throat. "Then, eliminating each possibility, we can actually assume that Saryou weaved this thoroughly, Your Majesty."

"That is unless," Ben glanced at Saryou defiantly, almost daring him to contradict. "You have something to say." Chuckling in amusement at the stupefied face of Saryou, the brunette nodded at Toma E. Fiore. "There you have the first culprit."

"First? What do you mean-kabo?" The King questioned, bewildered and equally impressed at the insight of these mages. "Are there more than one perpetrator?"

"As a matter of fact, yes." Ben bobbed his head once. "The other one is Ritsuga himself. However, calling 'em accomplices would be wrong, since they both acted independently." Not only Dalton, Arcadios and the elder Konzerns' were astonished at the new revelations, but Mirajane looked equally dumbfounded. Chortling in mirth, Ben bowed his head again. "I would request Your Majesty to summon Ritsuga, and also order Saryou to preserve his silence during the further hearings."

Regaining a bit of his nerve, Arcadios summoned a guard and gestured for bringing in Ritsuga, who was restraint on the other side of the hall. "There." He looked at the mysterious shape-shifter of Fairy Tail. Brain and brawn, he was convinced that this mage was more dangerous than what he is perceived for. Shaking his head, Arcadios narrowed his eyes. "Proceed."

Ben extended a hand toward Mystogan, who passed him a magical staff. "Your Majesty, this is the same staff that was employed by Ritsuga during ambush in the forest. It's one of those rare artifacts that lends powerful magic to its user. When I asked Gildarts, Laxus, Mystogan and Cana to run a check on this, we found that this staff isn't just your usual weapon." Waving it in front of him, Ben glanced at Ritsuga. "I remember Ritsuga stating that he was a hostage to Scorpion Tomb, and that he had promised 'em huge rewards in return of their cooperation. When I interrogated those dark mages', Ritsuga indeed wasn't too far from truth."

"However, Mr. Ritsuga was not being complete honest either." Rook resumed, pointing to the tip of the staff, which was bearing the crest of the Konzerns. "Such a powerful weapon in possession of Mr. Ritsuga and the unquestionable cooperation of a dark guild as strong as Scorpion Tomb inferred more than just a promised reward."

"I travel most of the time, and as far as I know, Scorpion Tomb is considered a ruthless guild, apart from obviously counted amongst stronger guilds." Gildarts' said as a matter of fact. "No dark guild would let an outsider command 'em in the first place, so the fact that Scorpion Tomb was charmed with rewards sounds ridiculous."

"I wouldn't count out the fact that a dark guild would rather sell him off than negotiate, that too on basis of a promised reward." Laxus scowled.

"The most possible conclusion would be, Ritsuga subjugated their leader, and was leading the Scorpion Tomb himself, and this staff belonging to his lineage was what helped him." Ben concluded, looking at Ritsuga, once again boring those same apathetical eyes that promised pain. "Correct me if I am wrong?"

Ritsuga shook his head.

Mission accomplished.

"Man, I am beat." Gildarts' muttered stretching his arms, as the group exited the castle of the Mercurius. The sunset left a beautiful vibrant to the city, and the group wanted nothin' more than to enjoy the night after a successful mission. "That reminds me, it calls for a party."

"Ya aren't the only one, old man." Ben moaned listlessly, squeezing his arms over his head. "I have never been this exhausted after a mission, and the thing is, it wasn't even my mission to begin with. But man, was it fun."

"Tell me 'bout it." Laxus cracked his neck. Looking over his shoulder, he noted Natsu and Gray cheering their first successful S-ranked mission. Even Lisanna was partaking in their little fun as Happy chirped over them. "But, I am more interested in what is going to unfold tomorrow at the guild."

"Talking of which," Ben smiled wickedly. "Think, I should spoil their fun?"

"Nah, they gonna get their ass handed to them either way." Laxus smirked in delight. "It would be better to let 'em have their share of fun while they still can, and I would rather not have their whining ruin the night."

"Yeah, that would be a disaster." Ben nodded, stifling a yawn.

"Anyway, I wanted to ask you somethin'." Laxus looked at the brunette in curiosity. "Where did you find that penned letter? I seriously wasn't expecting you pulling a stunt like that."

"Yeah, even I was curious." Gildarts' mused.

"Oh? I just asked King Neptune to write one." Ben shrugged nonchalantly, cramming his hands into his pant' pockets. "I thought that a penned letter would be more influential than my words. I explained the situation to King Neptune, and he was more than willing to write one in return for the Trident. Win-win for all of us."

"No wonder, everyone was caught off-guard." Mystogan commented.

"Yeah." Ben chuckled in humor. "Even if he deciphers that letter, the content would probably be no less different than we filled them in. I didn't want any trouble here. Having Magic Council on our tail is bad enough. If Crocus turned on us, Fairy Tail is doomed."

"It would be better to reinforce a good relation with Crocus." Rook speculated loudly. "This would make the Magic Council that much more cautious of us whilst dealing with us."

"Well said, brat." Gildarts' laughed, rubbing the back of his head. "All's well that ends well."

"Nah, I wouldn't go as far as calling it a good ending." Ben sighed, shaking his head at the thought. "Leah and Keith had lost their father before, but with the arrest of Saryou, all burdens would befall 'em. They are too young to shoulder those responsibilities. That ain't the good ending I desired."

"You are naïve."

Ben looked at Laxus, and shook his head. "Perhaps, but there's no harm in hoping for the better, Laxus."

"Only if that was as easy as it said." Mystogan grumbled.

Meanwhile, Erza, Cana and Mirajane were lagging not too far behind the group moving ahead. Mirajane scowled as she stomped her foot on the ground indignantly. "Dammit, I lost the only opportunity where I could have made him do almost anything." She grumbled, realizing that further plans were foiled. Now she had to look for another opportunity to plan everything for scratch. "Dammit."

"Suck, ain't it?" Cana chided, smiling coyly, as she clasped her hands behind her back in the most gullible manner possible. "I guess, it's 'bout time I start thinking of something for myself. Say, what should I ask him? A kiss, a date, perhaps, I should be a bit more daring with my choices."

"Don't rub it in." Mirajane frowned. "But, I doubt you will have much luck with that flat chest of yours. Men prefers these at least this big." She said, pushing her bigger bust forward. "Unfortunately, you don't have any, all alone something bigger than mine."

"But, I still have a shot with him, unlike you." Cana grinned subtly. She then noticed the redhead barely into their conversation, and all the while smiling by herself. Elbowing the eldest Strauss siblings, Cana couldn't help but point it out. "Don't you think, she has been spacing out a lot today?"

"Yeah."

"Think, something happened between her and Ben?"

"You don't mean that…"

Cana shrugged nonchalantly. Turning back to the redhead, she snapped a finger in front of her, breaking her trance. Placing her hands on her hip, Cana looked at Erza meaningfully. "Hm, something happened between you and Ben, ain't it? Spill it out."

Erza's face turned deeper shade than her hair. "W-What are you talking about?" Both Cana and Mirajane leaned into her face, narrowing their eyes threateningly. Gathering some of her nerve, Erza stood her ground, firmly folding her arms on her chest and dared them to test her. "I told you, nothing happened that I need to tell you, and even if something happened, I wouldn't tell you."

Mirajane cocked an eyebrow. Being her rival for this long, she could easily discern her embarrassment from her facade. "Where were you last night?" Suddenly, a realization struck her like freight train. "Don't tell me, you forced him to kiss you because of our kiss, tin can?"

Erza grew a tick mark. "Don't compare me with yourself, bitch. I would never force him to do something he wouldn't want. He was the one who kissed me first."

"Kiss you?!" Both Cana and Mirajane gasped simultaneously.

"Uh-huh." Erza turned beet red, so much that even her hair paled in comparison.

Mirajane shook her head exasperatedly, pinching the bridge of her nose. "I would be lying if I say that I wasn't expecting something like that from either of you, but I ain't letting you outdo me."

"Keep dreaming."

"Damn, so I am the only who fell behind." Cana scrunched her fists angrily. "I swear, I am gonna make the most of it on that promise." Suddenly, a sword found it way on her neck as a crimson aura and dark purplish aura intermingled behind her back into something far more intimidating. "Eh?"

"Try anything funny with him, and I will mince you to bits."

"Seduce him and you are dead meat, bitch."

"That's not fair!"

So, it officially ends this original arc. Man, it's been like forever since I began working on this chapter, and this is how it ended. I suppose I'm pretty happy to have finally come this far with my work. Only if I could keep writing like I used to.

Anyway, I hope, you enjoyed this chapter as much as I did writing it.

Now that I have officially decided to quit, I guess, there wouldn't be next chapter anytime soon. I don't know what to say. Maybe, if I found my motivation back, I would return and finish it someday, or something along that line. Honestly, I am not sure how true is that.

Still, the best thing I could promise is I will slowly try to build a new chapter, if you guys don't mind that long wait and be patient with me. If you do, I wouldn't mind posting new chapter every few months.

Until next time, read and review.