A fated meeting

It was a clear day as Apollo walked through the streets of Magnolia. Apollo had gotten a tip, a tip he's been waiting for for so long now. the location of an old Guild mate for like about a terms and why he would be. Apollo has been waiting for this moment for as long as he can remember, Or at least since he's been held captive and tortured. As he walked to the streets of Magnolia he looked around for his own Guild mate known as Mura. He walked on the streets of Magnolia with his hands in his pockets simply looking listening observing all he could for the moment. the city had changed since he's been gone all these months, he didn't like it. maybe it was his warped perception or his warped mind but it didn't feel like home to him anymore he didn't feel welcomed in it and he most certainly didn't want to be here in self, there are far too many ghost and bad memories in the city for him that he'd rather not have to deal with it would only annoy him and to be honest I was kind of go anyway so less time here the better. as far as he knew his new identity in Basilisk Fang wasn't widely known quite yet, you didn't come here to fight he didn't come here to start anything, he simply wanted to talk, after all his power has been severely weakened ever since his torture so you'd likely not stand a chance, but he had other things in place to ensure his safety. as he walked he finally found him. he was just walking down the street I'm sure what he was doing here what was even doing here he smiled. to be honest he didn't really even care what he was doing here he's just happy he was here in his informant was it wrong. he kept his hands in his pockets as he walked over making his footsteps known, making a clicking sound with them on the path below him, He then raised one hand from his pocket giving a small wave smiling carefree like hiding his annoyance and distaste for the moment. he then spoke like nothing had changed between them though much has. “Mura, it's been quite a while hasn't it” he said calmly looking at him knowing he hurt him wondering what he would do, wondering if after all these months he's been gone after all these months of his torture if he even remembered him... because Apollo remembered him very clearly and when to arrive insulted if you didn't remember an old friend, an old Guild mate.

It really felt as if times were changing. Magnolia had grown to quite the cozy place even after everything that it had been through, from sieges to assaults and even total disaster by countless abominations. Ah, what a place to call home for the young shaman; he saw every change from back when his preteen self just arrived at the town for the first time. It was, kind of, making him feel like an elder, so instead, his thoughts changed direction towards the Cathedral further ahead. At that place, he and Julius had aided Akina-sama… what an adventure that was.

That was when the footsteps of someone else enveloped his hearing. He turned around in wonder and noticed what felt like an old face… that was Nadarr, wasn’t it? Fairy Tail’s mighty shield- wait, where had he been the entire time?! The moment that the shaman clarified his identity, his face was… almost shocked to death.

“… Woah,” he let out in total astonishment, “… Nadarr, is that you?” The male referred to had grown tall, even taller than Mura - which was always the case, but now even taller - and it was like finding your son after a few years of growing. Kyuken would pop out from Mura’s side in that spirit ball form and inspect the figure to conclude that it truly was the shield guy. “… NADARR!” the samurai ghost cried out as he hung onto his sleeve, “I CAN’T BELIEVE IT! YOU’RE HERE! I THOUGHT THAT YOU… that you… I thought that you disappeared for good during that private mission! You really worried the iron out of our veins, you little… WAAAAAAAH!” Tears would flow off the ghost’s eyes in reunion as he embraced the long, missed wizard…

Apollo was down as Mura cling onto his coat sleeve, if only for a brief moment he felt flattered that he even been forgotten or missed that was until he felt the pain of the torture when he was clung to. he look down at the Mage I was holding on to him he was definitely older seemed wiser as well, Apollo would have been proud that is if this meeting wasn't so regretful. he then touched Muras head gently at first rubbing his hair . before griping it hard throwing him away harshly So he got flung away from him. With that he took a few steps back from him and smiled. The smile he gave it almost really sinisterness and betrayal, one might say is more of a sneer a smile. He started to chuckle to himself shaking his head a little bit. “Mura... “ He said his voice a little colder now. “ while it's true I've been gone I didn't disappear, it's more like I got betrayed by the family I thought always would be there for me like they promised,” he then started to chuckle a little bit maybe laugh a bit. But search Fate has been mined since the day I was born so as far as it's nothing new.” he then glared down Mura the hatred clear though he was calm and collected. “I came here to give you a courtesy for showing me the painful truth that family it's just a false word and that no one will ever be there for you, my courtesy is a warning” he said taking his hands out of his pockets putting him out to the side. “ I am going to make everyone in Fairy Tail suffer for betraying me, Mura... please give this message to whoever is With or associated with Fairy Tail…. and especially that no good Hera if she still in the guild.” he would say rather darky his voice having a tint of pain in it as he stared down the ghost mage. as he stated this was simply a courtesy. he came for the next time maybe very different I suppose it would be whatever entertain him at the time and fairy tail will be his new instrument to use as he wished. he's there they're waiting for the realization to kick in that what he actually meant and wait for the joy that he was feeling that his once-proud Fairy Tail Guild mate that came back was actually going to be his worst nightmare he can ever imagine.

For a second, the shield mage appeared to have missed his guildmate too. For a quick instance, a hand had begun stroking Mura’s head like he was some child… that was true, yeah, back when Nadarr was hanging out at the guild, Mura was only around his young teens. That was then… when the shaman grew up, he never got to get to know him any better. He just… yeah, what exactly happened to him? Mura was about to ask, but he found his hair being pulled on too forcefully to be any casual action from a friend. The next thing that happened was that Mura lost balance in a moment, having Kyuken to grab him on the way down.

“What… what the hell?” he let out in confusion. His hair bristled a little at where Nadarr had pulled him. That was when he noticed the smile, a very odd, yet familiar, sinister smile… almost like Marceline’s. It didn’t call for anything good at all. Nadarr’s next words were mixed with dark, cold emotions that Mura couldn’t understand; he got betrayed? By them? The shaman knew nothing of it, he assumed that Nadarr had passed away! He even took days off to honor him in true, Midian ways! So what happened, exactly? It couldn’t be that the guild just forgot him…

A painful truth… he began sounding absurd now. No matter what he had been through, did he really blame the guild? As Mura had that thought, his legs had pushed him up on a foothold again, and his eyes kept gazing at the odd wizard. It didn’t sound like Nadarr… no, he sounded strange and obscure, almost nightmarish…

“… You have a lot of thinking to do,” Mura responded as calm as always, but a sudden wind wrapped the atmosphere up and caused his ducktail to waver. People around had suddenly gotten cold thrills down their spines and sought shelter, hopefully further away from the strange being who sought to make Fairy Tail suffer. “Suffering… yeah, haven’t heard of that since my trip to Hell,” the shaman continued, lifting up a hand to stroke some hair on the side of his head, “Are you sure… what suffering really is..?”

Apollo blankly stared Mura down blinking before chuckling looking down, Did he know suffering...his whole life was suffering, it never stopped...it was delayed...it was building up...his whole life up to this moment was suffering....the really question was did this idiot he once called family actually know what he was talking about right now. He started to laugh a bit shaking his head. He thoughts about the countless beatings, the torturer, and the interrogations that seemed to be unending, to be honest the time just blurred together, he lost track after the first day/ "Mura..Mura..." He would pause looking at him "Before we get to that I want to know who spread the lie..that I died on a job" H would pause lifting his hands out of his pockets "Was it that Idiot Kanix, Or maybe that worthless teammate of your Sorano, she became guild master yeah?" He started to laugh a bit more. "Mura I never left for a job...it was a convent lie to get rid of me" He would looking at him silencing himself. "Here is the truth, I was kidnapped and tortured form a day after that meeting till maybe...two, three weeks ago." He glared him down seriously now getting more un-amused the more he thought about it. "I eventually gave up...after getting out and learning the truth...that you'd all" He said very sincerely looking at him not wavering taking a breath. Watching him carefully he took a few steps closer to him smiling his sinister smile before sopping a bit of a distance still looking at him. "I kept hoping that you'd all...come get me...but they never bothered to even try...the family that once said they'd always watch for each other chose that traitor over me..." He would glare at Mura anger but smiling still hate and anger filling his eyes.

Uh… he looked rather insensitive and yet affected by Mura’s earlier words as he looked down. The shaman knew not of his thoughts about it, though, because he simply stated facts; then again, his little trip back then proved more difficult than he could remember… maybe Apollo experienced the same fate? Did… did Marceline get her hands on him? That was literally the only possible thought that the shaman had of, but then again… why was he so mad at the guild? As far as Mura remembered, he didn’t even blame the guild to begin with when he returned with longer hair and a scar which put Zsasz to shame. Luckily, it was more or less plain and blending in with his ordinary skin by now, but… it sure reminded him of the worst memory.

“The lie..?” the shaman spoke in curiosity. From that point on, Apollo explained his case; he was kidnapped by someone… and tortured in all these days? Years? It had been, what, almost two years by now! Also, what did he mean by traitor? Yes, at this point, Mura was more determined and interested in solving this huge problem than paying more attention to Apollo’s expressions that were, clearly, filled with sorrow and… hatred. He really built up a lot, so… would solving the case even help him recover? Was it too late?

“Apollo…” the shaman spoke again, more silent than before, “I’m… I’m so sorry for what you’ve been through. I thought that a literal hell was the worst, but… thinking about all the weeks that you’ve been suffering…” His fist clenched around the shaft of his katana, though, as he continued, “And yet… you’ve missed a lot. A lot passed by here… and if you wish to harvest evil against us… if you wish to throw away all those ties because of a few years of pain - a pain that is over as we speak…” It was here that the shaman’s aura began boiling as something bright and blue enveloped him, almost as if an auric blaze was covering his body. People around had stuck their noses out to spy or sate their curiosities, but now, they all retreated from the area,

“I don’t want to fight you… I beg you…”

Apollo watch him as he spoke gripping his blade begging him not to do this...that he would be throwing his bonds..his ties... It stared as a light chuckle. He then started to laughed as hold his neck looking up at the sky, his laugh sinister as he looked down at him his expression going from laughing to pure malice and hatred as he glares. His eyes like dagger as he spoke. "Mura...you say the dumbest stuff you know" he glared at him agnerly. The whips, the chains, the beats, the death...those were nothing. Compared to the pain he felt for being abandoned and his so called family leaving him to die, no knife cut possibly cut him deeper. he then began to speak again. "you think because i'm done being tourted...and i'm free means the pains over...your a naive brat stuck on this false hinge called hope and friendship." He would say pulling two things out of his pocket on was his gun Checkmate, and one was a photo of him with the guild. "The simple fact...is that guild abandoned me since i didn't fit there ideals....the ones who vowed to have my back left me....that pain will never leave you all betrayed me and left me for dead!" He would then toss the picture to the ground and shoot his portrait with his gun smirking. he gun smoking as a hole was in the photo where his head use to be. He then raised the gun up spinning it to the rook position activating the charge on his ricochet ability. "That's one Fairy dead...care to make it two" He would say pointing his gun at him smiling sisterly chuckling. as he stared at Mura. While true he wasn't here to fight he couldn't pass this up...called it a weakness if you will but to him, this was so much more. him shooting that photo marked his graduation, from the light to the dark, from the good to bad, from a Fairy to a Snake.

… His hateful glare didn’t change the least. In fact, it seemed that Mura’s input there only boiled the already heating fury against his guild that was foaming within Apollo’s very skin pores. Crap, the shaman couldn’t read him, but something… something grotesque and sinister was enveloping Apollo like a coat, locking out all other emotions for that brief instance as he spoke back to him. He really began resembling Marceline as he spoke… those irrational words clearly pulling the shaman back to the desert, that maniac.

To think that this one, this individual, was once a favored member of their guild… what had gotten into him? There was a clear difference between disliking their guild’s ideals and straight-out enmity towards every member of Fairy Tail. Especially when this enmity came from a previous member; just what did that say about him? Did he… did he always harbor those feelings? Were he really feeling home…?

All of a sudden, a gun rose up towards Mura’s head. There was a fine distance, but the situation couldn’t feel more hostile. Dropping a sweat pearl, the shaman spoke: “Apollo… are you really sure? You’re only… making it worse for yourself.” And with those words, battle felt inevitable. If Apollo was serious… then he would be the first to draw…

"So just because of our ignorance, you simply deem us all guilty? That sounds so reasonable..."