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RAIN.
It just had to rain.
Pouring rain, the pelted the window that Makarov was looking through with a hard smack.
Makarov, a man of short stature, passing his middle years, blonde going grey, looked out dejectedly. Of all the times in the year for it to rain, it just had to be during his trip to the capital city, Kitanya.
The aging man groaned and turned away from the overcast sky. He went about his sparse room at the inn, getting ready to face the cold dreary day.
If somebody had told Makarov, that this trip was going to change his life, he would have sent the person on their way. If a seer had warned him that if he went on this trip, his life and the lives of those closest to him would be drastically impacted, he wouldn’t have believed a word they said. If there was a prophecy stating that he would play a part in a world altering calamity by coming to this city during this particular week, he’d roll his eyes, say it was exaggerating and still be on his way.
But if someone, a weather wizard, a hag or even a scarecrow had told him that this week was going to have the heaviest rain that the capital had seen this year, Makarov would’ve turned around and gone back home to his guild to wait the week out.
But no one did. So here he was, preparing himself to brace the weather he hated most. No one warned him of the great change either. But there wouldn’t have been anyway to prepare him for that anyway.
Makarov ducked under a canopy in front of a diner.
‘Blast this rain’ he thought as he removed his cloak and rung out as much of the water as he could. Not that it did much good. Along with his jacket underneath, his cloak was thoroughly soaked. He sighed at the pouring rain, wrapped the cloak tightly around himself and set off again.
The man arrived at his destination a sopping wet mess. He opened the wooden door and stepped into an empty waiting room that had a fire going. A young woman sitting at a desk looked up and asked “Can I help you, sir?”
“I’m here to meet with Dr. Kyoya.”
“Do you have an appointment?” She asked already looking through papers.
“Oh no. No, this is a social visit. I wrote to him. He should be expecting me.”
“I’ll let him know you’re here then. Your name please.”
“Makarov.”
The woman stood and went through the open doorway behind her into the back. Makarov didn’t have long to wait, didn’t even remove his cloak when she returned with the doctor following. He was man of middle years. Black hair combed and parted neatly to the side and had sharp eyes. He smiled upon entering the room.
“Makarov!” He said joyously. Then stopped, the smile vanishing as he stared “You’re soaking wet.”
“Thank you Dr. Obvious.”
“Well, take off your coat then, before I have to treat you for something. The shoes too, I have a spare somewhere.” He turned to the woman “Deetriss where are the shoes?”
Makarov removed his coat and jacket. As he was hanging them by the fireplace, Deetriss had located the spare shoes, which were oh so soft and comfy. Makarov sighed in relief.
“Deetriss,” Kyoya said entering the back room “Set up the kettle, I don’t want this man to come back coughing.” Then from the other room “No, I’ll get the tea. This man is picky.”
Makarov entered the back room that doubled as a den and kitchen, with another fire place along the back wall “I am not that picky!” He protested.
“Ignore him Deetriss,” Kyoya said, following his own advice as he pulled mugs out of a cabinet “He’s just agitated because of the rain. Tell me, Makarov, just how bad is it out there?”
“Terrible.” Makarov practically growled “There’s a tsunami happening outside and it’s trying to drown the capital for its crimes against humanity.”
Kyoya looked at Deetriss, who was waiting by the stove trying to suppress a smile “You see?” He raised a brow.
“No. No, no, no, I am not exaggerating. I swear the sky is crying, Kyoya, crying.”
Kyoya smiled “You know, the day the rain started I thought to myself, ‘oh Makarov is going to be miserable’.” Kyoya’s smile widened into a mischievous grin as he let the word stretch out.
“Wipe that grin off your face Kyoya before I wipe it off for you.”
Deetriss finally broke and starting giggling.
“Don’t you encourage him!” Makarov said, ready to snap.
Kyoya snickered “Run Deetriss, save yourself. I’ll get the tea. Do you want any?”
“Oh, no thank you sir.” And she hurried out, passing Makarov, to the waiting desk.
Kyoya gestured to the fire place “Take a seat. Kettle’s about to burst.”
And it did. Makarov sank into a plush chair and let himself relax, focused on the warmth slowly spreading on one side. Kyoya joined him a moment after, two cups of tea, one in each hand.
“Have a sip, you’re not you when you’re cold.” He commanded as he took his seat.
Makarov did. A long sip.
“Feel better?” Kyoya asked.
“Oh much.” Makarov said gratefully “Thank you.”
Kyoya waited until Makarov had another sip before speaking “So, what did the guild destroy this time?”
“Who says they destroyed something?”
“Your presence, obviously. Everyone knows there’s only one reason Makarov would ever come to Kitanya.”
“Well what about visiting old friends?”
Kyoya’s expression was flat and he raised a brow.
Makarov laughed “Fine. Half a harbor was destroyed. Happy?”
Kyoya smiled and shook his head “Honestly. I know the guild has always been known as a rowdy bunch, but ever since you became guild master … You just let those youngsters run wild, don’t you?”
“I want my wizards to be at their best. Wizards can’t grow stronger if they keep worrying about restrictions. They’ll never grow. You should know that Kyoya.”
“Yes, yes. I know. I do.” Kyoya sensed danger and changed the subject.
“Tell me about Gray. How’s my former patient?”
“He’s doing much better.” Makarov sipped his tea “You were right, the lively atmosphere of the guild brought life back into him. I think he’s got a fighting spirit.”
“I’m relieved to hear that.” Kyoya sighed “He was such a mess when they first brought him in. He was so quiet and waking the nurses every night with his night terrors. I was worried he wouldn’t recover.”
“What happened to Gray exactly? You didn’t explain in your letter and he never talks about it.”
“Oh uh- well,” the doctor shifted in his seat a bit “a demon was running rampant far north and it destroyed his home town. He… he was the only survivor.”
The doctor was suddenly hypnotized by his tea. Had he taken a sip yet? He couldn’t remember. So, he took a sip.
“A demon?” the guild master’s brows scrunched together “Was it dealt with?”
“Yes.” Kyoya cleared his throat “There was an ice wizard stationed out there. She reported the sighting of the demon. She’s actually the one who found Gray, kept him with her and her disciple while waiting for reinforcements.”
“She’s the one who taught him his magic.” Makarov figured out.
Kyoya nodded “When the demon attacked another town the troops hadn’t arrived yet and she had to fight it off herself. When they finally made it there, she had sacrificed her life to stop the demon.”
The two men shared a moment of silence for the fallen wizard before Makarov murmured “The things some of these children go through.”
Kyoya nodded “I know but, if they get passed these hardships, they come out stronger wizards. If they get passed it.”
“And they will.” Makarov said gently, knowing how much his friend cared for his young patients “Because you’re here to help them. Like how you helped Gray. Speaking of which,” Makarov searched his pockets and pulled out a letter “Gray asked me to give you this.” he said.
“A letter!” Kyuoya was instantly brightened “The boy remembered.”
Kyoya set down his tea on the small table between them and reached out his hand.
Makarov handed over the letter and finished his tea as Kyoya read. The only sounds were the raging rain and the crackling of the fire.
“Oh.” Kyoya said suddenly sounding dismal.
“What is it?” Makarov set his now empty cup besides Kyoya’s.
“Gray’s asking about Lyon.”
“Lyon? I take it that’s his fellow pupil?”
“Yes that’s him.” Kyoya answered putting his elbow on the arm of his chair and fist under his chin. Staring at the paper gloomily.
“What’s wrong?”
“The boy isn’t here anymore.” Kyoya said into his fist.
“Oh. Did he… get adopted?” Makarov asked but had a feeling that wasn’t answer.
“No. He…Lyon ran away.” The doctor said with a heavy sigh.
“Oh, Kyoya,” Makarov was about to reach out to his friend but Kyoya spoke again.
“Just up and left in the middle of the night. No one saw him leave, no one has reported seeing him since. Further evidence that they can’t all be saved.”
“Don’t say that.” The guild master scolded him “He’s young, there’s still time. Just because you couldn’t help him doesn’t mean that he can’t be saved. Maybe his leaving is just what his path is right now.”
Kyoya sighed, not as deeply as before, but as if he was trying to regain himself. He then let his head fall backward on the chair. Staring at the ceiling.
“Come on then,” Mak said, now sitting up in his chair. He reached out and shook Kyoya’s arm “There are children who still need you. Who are your patients now?”
Kyoya took a deep breath and sat up again “Currently, I don’t have any. I’m seeing patients for physical ailments right now. Not emotional ones. But there is this boy I’ve been hearing a lot about. I can hardly go anywhere without hearing some new rumor.”
“Tell me, what do you know about him?”
“All I know for certain is that he was found wandering through a forest looking for his father.”
“Oh, so he has parents.” Makarov said, voiced raised in hopefulness.
“Don’t get your hoped up. I haven’t heard anything on finding them.”
“Alright. What else then?”
Kyoya pinched the bridge of his nose. “He’s a fire wizard for sure. The nurses complain how frequently he sets the furniture on fire. They say he’s quite powerful for someone so young.”
“How old is he?”
“No one seems to know.” Kyoya releases his nose and looks Makarov like someone just told him water wasn’t wet “I heard that when they tried asking him for a birth date, his answer was ‘summer’. A season, not a year. The collective guess is that he’s about seven.”
Kyoya suddenly straightened and his eye rounded almost comically as he exclaimed “Oh, and his hair!”
“What about it?” Makarov asked in a mix of surprise and confusion.
Kyoya turned to him and said “No one can decide what color is it.”
Makarov blinked “How? How do people not…?”
“By seeing something different.” Kyoya answers “Most say it’s brown, a few have said it’s red, and there are some who even say it’s pink.”
“Pink? I know people who are magically inclined tend to have a vibrant hair color but… how can nobody agree?”
“I honestly don’t know.” Kyoya went on “But lately, I’ve heard talk of removing him from the Kindergarten. Into somewhere more secluded. But I don’t know how true that it considering we’ve rarely ever done that.”
The Kindergarten of which Kyoya spoke of is an orphanage of sorts. Because some show their magical capacity as young as children, they begin their training at a much younger age than most. Some children don’t have full control or knowledge of their power and Kindergartens housed these magically inclined children until a teacher could be found.
The thought of having to pull a child out of the Kindergarten for safety reasons was odd to Makarov.
“That does sound a bit much, doesn’t it?”
“It does.” Kyoya nods “I think he just requires more attention than others. It’s not like he’s dangerous. If it’s true he was found out in the wild, he just may not be used to people. Instead of just expecting him to behave, he should be integrated slowly.”
“Perhaps you should meet him.” Makarov suggested, rubbing his chin where a beard was growing.
“What?”
“Meet him, give them your opinion. You are one of the most successful doctors here, aren’t you? Surely someone would appreciate your opinion.”
“I know what you’re trying to do Makarov and you don’t have to. But I think I will ask to meet him. I’m curious about his hair.”
“If you ever do get the chance, let me know what color it is.”
Kyoya laughed “I will.”
The two friends continued talking into the evening. Deetriss came in once to let the doctor know she was leaving for the day. When they realized how late the day had gotten, they went out for dinner. Afterward, before parting ways, Kyoya said “Good luck with the council, Makarov.”
“Thank you. And don’t forget, if you meet the boy, tell me what color his hair is.”
The days following Makarov’s visit with Kyoya were filled up with meetings. Meetings and paperwork.
He may have come to Kitanya because of a destroyed harbor; but what he didn’t tell Kyoya, was that there were numerous previous incidents to address.
Makarov’s dislike for the capital and the council were well known and it was no surprise that he had let files of complaints and charges stack up. The harbor was just the breaking point. The council had sent a letter stating that if he didn’t come address all this soon, the council will send an enforcement unit to forcefully disband his guild.
But oh, joy! The long, dreary, pouring wet, miserable week of meetings was finally coming to an end. Just two days and Makarov would soon be returning to his guild in the warm and sunny city of Magnolia.
Oh, poor, poor Makarov.
Makarov was having his dinner at the inn when one of the servers started walking around the tables, calling out his name. Shouting above the crowd noise.
“Makarov! Makarov of Fairy Tail!”
The guild master waved his hand “Here boy. Over here!”
The server spotted him and danced about the tables and people to make his way across the room.
“Message arrived for you, sir.” The man handed him a folded paper “From a Doctor Kyoya.”
“Thank you, my boy.” He handed the young man a few coins and after the boy thanked him and scampered off, he opened the note.
Makarov, I know your visit to our lovely capital city is about to come to an end and I’m sure you will be in a hurry to return toFairy Tail; but before you go, could I trouble you for one more visit? A matter has arisen that I would like your opinion on. It would help immensely. It shouldn’t take long. Come by the Kindergarten tomorrow at the following time.
Kyoya
Makarov really wanted to start getting ready to be on his way home, but sighed.
One stop couldn’t hurt, it was a visit to help a friend, he reasoned.
He finished his meal, made sure everything was ready for the last meeting tomorrow morning and settled in for the night.
The following day started off as usual as the previous days of the week. With rain. Makarov went to the ministry. It rained some more. He had his meeting and lunch and it rained some more with some distant thunder thrown in just to shake things up.
The day was turning into evening when Makarov arrived on the street the Kindergarten was located on. Not that anyone could tell the time of day, the sky never changed from its dark grey and weepiness.
It was nearing Kyoya’s requested meeting time. Makarov shook water from his cloak and walked further along the street to the Kindergarten.
But he didn’t reach the door. Barely made it past the gate when he felt a tap on his shoulder.
“Master Makarov? Of Fairy Tail?” a voice spoke quietly in his ear.
The guild master turned on his heel and pointed his glowing index finger in the direction of the voice, ready to strike with his magic.
“No need.” The voice said “I come as a friend.”
The voice stepped out of the shadows of the gate’s brick pillars and removed its hood. Just enough to show their face.
It was a young woman, with dark skin and small blue tattoos were on display on her left check. Her hair was barely visible under the hood that was protecting her from the downpour. Makarov squinted and leaned forward a bit to get a better look and her hair was white.
White hair.
Blue tattoos.
An Atlantian.
While seeing an Atlantian away from the ocean was a surprising sight, Makarov kept his guard up.
“Then you don’t mind my inquiring who is asking?” he asked while keeping his glowing finger pointed at the woman.
“I am Kida. I was asked to retrieve you and bring you to Doctor Kyoya.”
“And I am to take that as fact because?”
“Kyoya sent a letter to you. Asking you to come here, at this time. His letter said he would like your opinion on something. Is that not correct?”
A few seconds of silence passed before Makarov answered with a “Yes.”
“Then follow me.” The woman- Kida, dropped her hood over her face again “We will be going to the back.”
“The back?” He questioned her “Why the back?”
“The matter of which you will discuss is a private one and we do not want to risk unwanted ears listening in. Now follow.” And with that and the sweep on her cloak, she took off at a brisk pace.
Makarov was left to catch up and force himself to match her pace. She did not once turn to see if he was following or keeping up.
As he followed her around the building and through a side gate, Makarov’s mind worried with what this could be about, if Kyoya was alright.
They soon reached the very back of the property where a small housing unit stood on its own. It was big enough to perhaps house just a pair of adults. Its windows were shut and smoke rising from the chimney.
Kida opened its front door and stood aside.
Makarov entered the building.
He found himself in a small den adjacent to a small kitchenette on his left, where the fire place was located, the flames cackling and snapping. Along the wall opposite him was a books case with only a few books and a closed door. The den was sparse in furniture. Only a couch and a lounge chair by a short table. In the space where kitchen met den was a table that could only fit one person on each side.
And Kyoya was there, occupying a chair at the table.
The moment Makarov spotted him, he rushed to the younger man.
The doctor seemed tired, nearly exhausted. His hair was uncharacteristically disheveled, there were dark shadows under his eyes.
“Kyoya, are you alright my friend?”
Kyoya offered a reassuring smile. “Yes, Makarov. Don’t fret. Just tired is all.”
“Good.” Then the guild master pulls on the doctor’s ear. Hard.
“Then do you mind telling me what is going on that we must do things so covertly?”
“Ow! Ow, ow, ow, Makarov, let go!” Kyoya made an attempt to loosen the older man’s hold. But Makarov’s grip was firm.
“Why are we meeting in a secluded building?” Makarov went on “Why did an Atlantian- an Atlantian Kyoya- have to come and collect me?”
With a strangled voice Kyoya answered “Makarov, please. The matter is… delicate. I asked you to meet with me to discuss it. As I said in my letter. There is someone here, who wants to speak with you about it.”
At that, Makarov drops the doctors ear and Kyoya weakly, one hand holding his wounded ear, gestures to the fire place where a man was standing. Someone Makarov didn’t notice upon his entry.
The stranger had black hair, reaching a bit passed his ears and he had purple eyes behind his glasses. The man stood tall, straight, stiff as a board. He was wearing civilian clothes but Makarov could easily see that this was a military man.
His suspicion was correct when Kyoya said “Makarov, I introduce to you, Lahar. Captain of the 4th Custody Enforcement Unit.”
Enforcement Unit. Words used to bully him and his guild. His brows furrowed and his lips frowned.
Lahar stepped away from the fireplace and walked up to Makarov with a hand outstretched. “Good to meet you Makarov.”
“Enforcement Unit?” Makarov questioned, ignoring the hand “What’s an enforcement member doing in a place such as the Kindergarten? Come to threaten little children to behave or you’ll throw them in dark cells? Hm?”
Kyoya’s groans were heard in the following quiet.
“No.” The man answered “Nothing so humorous would call for such a private meeting.”
Kyoya places his fingertips against his temple.
“Then what reason?” Makarov asks “Why do you ask for me?”
“Not official reasons. Kyoya said you could be trusted with the young.”
Lahar had no official business here at the Kindergarten. He wasn’t following orders; he was here because of a child and he wanted the aging guild master there. For the child.
Makarov glared at Kyoya. Suspicious that he told this man to say such a thing to impress him. Kyoya, understanding the look completely, held up his hands in surrender and shook his head. He did not tell this man how to sway him.
“So then what does bring you here?” the guild master asks, still ignoring the hand that Lahar is still holding out.
“A sensitive topic that, for the young one’s safety, I can’t risk anyone over hearing.” Lahar said. His expression nothing but serious.
“Kyoya,” Makarov turns to the doctor sharply “do you know what this is about?”
“Yes, I do and I swear there’s no hidden threat. Now would you stop being so paranoid and talk to him? Because I recommended you to him and-”
“You did what?!” Oh, how Makarov was so tempted to pull this man’s ear again.
Kyoya, having known the other wizard long enough, was quick to cover his ears.
“Makarov, I asked you to meet with me so that you could meet with him. Please. Just listen to what he has to say? It’s important and I believe you can help.”
Kyoya gave his best impression of a begging puppy as he pleaded with the older man. Makarov’s face was unimpressed. The two friends were in their quiet challenge for some time. Lahar was somehow able to keep his hand in the air without his arm getting sore. Kida, who the men were completely forgetting about, was the only witness and she was absolutely done with these ridiculous men of the land. She was truly missing the ocean waves at this moment.
Finally, Makarov caved “Fine.” He growled “I will hear the man out.”
Kyoya sighed, his relief obvious “Thank you Makarov. Now, unless someone needs me, I will be taking a nap.” And with that, Kyoya put his head down on the table, face buried in his folded arms.
“So,” Makarov turned to the other man and finally acknowledged his open hand by shaking it “this is about a child? Is that why Kyoya looks as ragged as he does?”
“Yes, I’ll go straight into it.” Lahar gestured to the table’s chairs, inviting the guild master to sit.
Makarov takes the chair that is right of Kyoya. Lahar takes the seat on Kyoya’s left so the men are sitting across from each other.
Kida makes herself comfortable on the lounge chair and proceeds to ignore them.
Once everyone is settled, Lahar begins “Now, I believe the good doctor has mentioned a boy to you. Here in the Kindergarten. The young fire wizard who was found wandering in a forest?”
“The one whose hair color no one can agree on?”
“I think it’s brown.” Kyoya says mumbled from his arms.
“It’s pink.” Lahar countered “But that’s beside the point. I’ve had the opportunity to meet the boy and I… I find something interesting about him.”
“Interesting how exactly? Kyoya mentioned his magic was rather strong for someone his age.”
“It does involve his magic, but that’s not the only thing. Now, following procedure upon first finding him, the boy was asked about his parents. He claimed to have parents but that he didn’t know where they were. That forest he was found in was searched in wide a perimeter as possible, but there was no indication that people were ever there. No encampment, no tracks, not even a fire pit. When questioned further, the boy admitted that he didn’t recognize the forest he awoke in. He said that the last thing he remembered was being tucked into bed and then he just woke up in the forest. At this point, everything points to child abandonment.”
Makarov nods to show that he’s following along.
“With nothing to go on terms of parents or guardians, the boy was brought to this Kindergarten.” Lahar tapped the table.
“I’m told the boy refused to leave the forest.” Lahar looks at Kyoya, perhaps wondering if Kyoya would like to speak for this part.
He doesn’t. He continues to lie with his face buried in his arms.
Lahar goes on “The people who brought him in said he put up a fight. A real fight. A water wizard was called for to help subdue to the child.”
“Really?” Makarov’s brows shoot up
To have to hire a fully trained water wizard to take on the task of child wrangling and that child putting up a challenge was… impressive. Not many children had the magic power or focus to do that. He must have started training at an even younger age.
“What’s happened since he arrived then?” Makarov asks.
“Well once he arrived he was like any other child. Scared, confused, a bit flighty. Must have been more so than the others however, because a week had hardly passed before the nurses started asking the government to send someone to assess the boy’s magical ability.”
Kyoya grunts suddenly and raises his head just enough to speak and be heard “He kept setting fire to everything. It was always an accident, but there was an incident where another child was burned.”
Kyoya just manages to look at Makarov “That when they started considering removing him from the Kindergarten.”
When the doctors head dropped back on the table, Lahar continued the conversation “I was chosen to assess the child. Working with the enforcement unit, I’ve been trained to assess the dangers of someone’s magic, even in those so young.”
Makarov’s arms cross at the thought of the government deeming children as dangerous.
Lahar, oblivious to Makarov’s mood, goes on “At first, I asked him the usual questions; where did he learn such magic, who taught him and even had him demonstrate some of what he can do. Now,” Lahar leans his elbows on the small, wooden table “here’s where things started to strike me as unusual. He claimed that no one taught him his fire, that it was always there.”
“An elemental connection then?”
While there are practices of elemental magic, having an elemental connection was very different. Such a connection was one where a person was in such harmony with an element, the person and element would nearly become one. The connection showed through such a ridiculous magical strength that the wizard would almost be considered an elemental.
For example, if Gray had an elemental connection with ice, instead of just knowing ice magic, his presence would encourage his environment to snow.
But Lahar shook his head “That’s what I thought as well but then he said, and I’m quoting, ‘everyone in the mountains can do it, it’s nothing special’.”
Now that does throw the thought of an elemental connection out the window. Such a connection, while possible, was very rare. But if ‘everyone in the mountains’ had such strength in fire, then it couldn’t be a connection.
“Do you think he comes from a community of fire wizards?” Makarov asked as his mind continued to run logical possibilities.
“I thought it a possibility and it does seem the most likely answer but….” Lahar glances at the barely conscious Kyoya as he adjusted his glasses “We’ll get to that in a minute.”
“After talking with the boy, I deemed him harmless and was just lacking in teachings. I suggested that everything be fire proof and a teacher be found quickly. I took my leave and what I’ve done since then was appoint some people from my unit to search for any information for any mountain people who specialized in fire magic.”
“And did they? Find anything?”
Lahar seemed hesitant to answer “Well, they did. But not on any mountain people. However, there was, uh, there was something else.”
Makarov waited for the man to elaborate. But he didn’t.
In fact, the conversation came to a halt as the man seemed to be pondering in his thoughts. He started chewing his bottom lip and one hand was running over the top of his other hand.
“You seem nervous.” He stated.
When Lahar didn’t respond, Makarov poked Kyoya’s hair.
“Your man has stopped talking.” He said “Right when it was getting good too.”
Kyoya, with observable effort, raised his head and looked at Lahar.
Lahar, noticing the movement, looked at the doctor.
“Perhaps he should meet the boy before you continue?” Kyoya suggested “That might help ease him into the idea.”
“What idea?” Makarov instantly asked.
He was ignored as Lahar considered Kyoya’s suggestion.
“Yes, I think would be the best way.” He agreed and stood, waving for Makarov to stand with him.
“Kida,” he addressed the mysterious Atlantian. The woman turned her head to face him, rather lazily, Makarov thought.
“Will you ask the nurse to bring the boy in?” Lahar asks her.
As Kida reluctantly pushes herself out of her seat and goes to the door on the opposite side of the entryway, Lahar explains to Makarov “They’re just in the next room.” And he directs Makarov to take a seat on the couch.
He complies as Kida knocks on the back door twice before entering. Seconds later, she exits the back room, which Makarov is now assuming is a bedroom, and stands aside to let a nurse guide a small boy into the den.
Makarov’s first thought was ‘his hair is pink’.
His second thought was, ‘nobody said how spiky his hair is’.
Indeed, the little one’s locks had a sway about them that had his hair pointing in numerous directions. Coming to a sweep at the back.
Makarov’s final thought was ‘I think that scarf is too long for him’.
Indeed, the boy’s white scarf trailed slightly on the floor behind him. The tips just barely dragging along. When the boy was close enough, Makarov noticed that there was some kind of pattern on the scarf. He first thought it was a checkered pattern but the shapes weren’t perfectly squared.
When the boy stopped just in front of him, Lahar, who had continued to stand, said in an upbeat tone used by many adults for children “Natsu, I’d like you to meet someone. This is Master Makarov of the wizard guild Fairy Tail.”