Forgive Me Father For I Have Sinned (Mura)

It was a beautiful evening in Magnolia town, a cool breeze rising off of the rivers that snaked through the town and over the buildings, rustling leaves and feathers. The sweet twitter of birds overhead could be heard as mothers sought out their young for feeding time, and the activity in the streets was calming down as people were preparing supper for their families, causing a wonderful aroma to be carried on the wind as well. It was a surprisingly nice but normal evening, everywhere perhaps except inside of the gem of Magnolia, the guild hall of Fairy Tail. Generally on an evening such as this there would be all sorts of noise from different people of different walks of life who had all united under one banner, one set of ideals, and one leader, but tonight is was shockingly quiet. One man sat by himself at a table picking at his food and contemplating what he had done, and what he was going to tell...him.

The young man in question, Mitsuo Takahashi, was dressed in simple clothing; a black short sleeve shirt with a whirlpool logo on the chest, a white hooded sweatshirt with the hood down so that his messy blonde hair was visible for all to see. His piercing sky blue eyes stared at his forearm as though he were trying to burn a hole through it, the cyan Fairy Tail symbol the target of his fixation. He had only returned from his journey of self discovery fairly recently, and it felt good to be home again, but he had also done things that he was worried could land him in some trouble. He was always cautious when he did it, but he had taken to doing dark jobs that he would receive from an underworld contact to make extra money, something he wasn’t sure the guild leader would appreciate.

Mitsuo had grown accustomed to these jobs during Fairy Tail’s dark oriented era, but that was also a time that most didn’t like to remember. He imagined that anything that was a throwback to those times would most likely need to be erased, and Mitsuo was worried he might be one of those. He had taken another member of the guild with him as well; Julius Seas the pirate. The two of them had met many years ago, and Mitsuo had felt he could trust the man, knowing a bit of his history as well. They had gone in disguise, but he felt guilty about the situation now as he sat here. He wondered what the new guild master would say? Would he be angry? Would he expel them? If it came to that Mitsuo would ensure that Julius took none of the blame, he wouldn’t have him punished for Mitsuo’s foolish mistake.

He imagined he wouldn’t have to wait too long to find out what that reaction would be, however, as he had requested that Mura Kensho, king of the Faeries and Wizard Saint of Fiore, come and talk to him. He was going to come clean and tell Mura everything about his past and about what he had done recently. He would put himself at the mercy of the guild master, and whatever punishment was to be handed down to him he would accept...he only hoped that he would be able to remain in the guild, as he truly did feel at home here...

The eyes of the script mage didn’t move as he heard the footsteps of the guild master approaching him. Mitsuo didn’t want to feel even more guilty just yet. It was impossible not to feel the power radiating off of the man, and in a way it was comforting, but more than that was his warmth. The fears that the younger man was having seemed to melt away a little bit as the familiar presence came to him. It was amazing how much stronger Mura had gotten since the last time Mitsuo had seen him, and it made him a little insecure about how far behind he had fallen. People who he had come up with had not only surpassed him, but to such an extent. He had failed them, failed Fairy Tail. He hadn’t been here to protect them coming out of a tough time and he would never make up for that, but he was determined to do all that he could to try.

“Hey, Master Mura.” Mitsuo wouldn’t simply keep looking at his arm while he talked to someone, it was a sign of disrespect and simply wasn’t who he was. He would glance up to the man and could help but smile a soft smile in response to the laid back casual demeanour of the guild leader, disarming Mitsuo slightly and allowing himself to feel a little bit better. He hadn’t interacted with Mura that often in the past, but he was someone whom he had known, and it was always comforting to see a familiar face.

“I did a bit of travelling in my time away yeah. After Kanix...” He trailed off a bit when he mentioned the name. He and the demon mage had been close for a time, but she had taken the guild and made it unrecognizable. Before that they had done many jobs together. “Well, you know. I had to get a change of scenery, so I visited my parents in Hargeon before deciding to travel the world. I began taking on independent jobs that took me all over and allowed me to meet tons of new people, and it was a very interesting time for me. It also gave me some interesting contacts...” The young mage would begin to wring his hands and look back down at the table.


He still felt a little bit guilty that he hadn’t told Mura that he was taking that job, but he didn’t want Fairy Tail to know about it, lest it came back to them somehow or his involvement was able to be tracked. He didn’t want them to take a hit to their reputation, but it was also eating away at him inside.

“I’ve kept a couple of those sources to this day, and that’s what I wanted to talk to you about...I know that the guild has worked hard to clean its image after the whole phase from the past...which is great, as we certainly wouldn’t want to be associated with those times. I fear that an action I have committed, very secretly mind you, has the chance to have caused us shame...and if it comes back I want to make sure you know ahead of time...” He would sigh, not wanting to beat around the bush too much and deciding to come right out with it. Unfortunately for Mitsuo, who wasn’t tremendously great with people, that would mean word vomit.

“My contact came with me about a job that involved a target who had been taking advantage of...teenaged girls. He was using his magic to rape them, and impregnated several. When I heard about this man it made me very angry, and I took it upon myself to deal with him. I don’t have any regrets about this action. I am very careful. I wore a mask, and covered all of my discernible features, including my guild mark, to ensure that nobody could trace it back to me or the guild. The part that is bothering me is I enlisted an old friend of both of ours, Julius Seas, to help me. He similarly disguised himself, having worked in a guild in the past where this was standard on jobs like this, and the two of us executed the man in question...”

He would pause for a second, taking a deep breath and calming himself a bit before adding “I just want to say that it isn’t Julius’s fault. Had it not been for me, he wouldn’t have been there. If you need to punish anyone, please just have it be me, he doesn’t deserve to suffer for my foolishness. I should have come to you before taking that job, but when I heard about that man I was so sickened and so angry with his actions that I felt I had to act...” Word vomit complete for now. He would realise that he had ranted and shut his mouth, shaking his head and burying his face in his hands as he felt great sadness washing over his body at the thoughts of potential punishments he could face. Fairy Tail was his home, his family, and he had just gotten them back. He didn’t want to be expelled...

The questions began. At first Mura didn’t seem that angry, he was just getting the facts but when Mitsuo saw his eyes he was looking at a different beast. Mitsuo bit his lower lip and processed each question. There was no point in answering with a lie. Though it was unlikely that the true details would actually come back, there was a chance that the little message in Clover would be talked about. It wouldn’t take much for the guild master to put two and two together when the details about that man began coming out.

“From what I can tell...” Mitsuo steadied his resolve and with it, his voice. “The man was a ghost. Nobody knew anything about him except that he used his magic to seemingly erase himself from the minds of his victims. The only reason he ended up getting found out was several of the girls were found to be pregnant.” Mitsuo suppressed the urge to spit on the floor, a look of disgust clear across his face. “My contact deals with the client, I never have any contact with them; another layer of security. I learned to ensure that myself, my contact, and the client were as covered as possible early on in my career as a freelancer. Kill the wrong mob boss, say and...well it doesn’t matter.” He was getting off topic, back to the task at hand and the final question which Mitsuo really didn’t want to answer, as what he had done had probably gone too far...

“I sent a message...” He would sigh and shake his head, looking back down at his hands. “Julius bound him and handed me his knife. I had brought piano wire and a set of brass knuckles, trying to test myself as I had previously never fought without my sword. I started by cutting out his hamstrings so he couldn’t run before immediately knocking him back unconscious, as the shock had awoken him. I would proceed to use my Dark Ecriture magic to cast a circle of silence around the two of us so that people couldn’t hear the man as I went to work, Julius guarding the alley to make sure nobody found us. I removed his fingers and toes...slowly...as well as his ‘manhood’” This time he almost did spit. “He wasn’t a man, he had forfeited that status when he started targeting young girls and ruining their lives. I took his ears and his nose, and finally after forcing him to watch the rest I took his eyes. I then used the Piano wire to choke the life out of him before writing a message in his blood on the wall.” Mitsuo scowled.

“Let this man’s fate stand as a warning. Any person who preys on children or the underage, or anyone who misuses Magic for evil gains, shall suffer this man’s fate. None shall escape this wrath, for even in brightest day, nobody can escape the shadows.”

Mitsuo shook his head once more. “I know I went too far, and I’m sorry. This man needed to be punished, he needed to pay his penance for his abhorrent crimes against humanity. I’ve seen people like him in the past and the harm that they can cause, and I couldn’t let that happen again...but I understand the potential situation that that places us in. While I am confident that nothing will be traced back to me or the guild, there is always the chance, and if I must be punished I will accept whatever is handed out to me. I'll do anything to make it up to you.”

Mitsuo watched the look on Mura’s face, and the anger plastered there was impossible to miss. He expected yelling, but what he got was worse. The voice was harsh like a desert, sharp like the crack of a whip, and low as the grave that Mitsuo had dug himself with his actions. He would be strong, he kept telling himself. He wasn’t going to show his emotions here. He wasn’t going to show weakness, he was going to take the lashing like a man and whatever punishment was handed out to him, and he would show that he was strong in the process...


In truth, Mitsuo hadn’t noticed that tears had began pooling in his palm, striking the Fairy Tail symbol and rolling down as the young mage was being lectured. He knew he felt guilty, and bad, but to see his guild master so disappointed, so upset, so...angry...it was crushing him. As Mura mentioned if someone else had shown up and seen what he was doing, he tried to speak but could only sniffle instead, his voice completely gone. For someone who was never at a loss for words, today he was met with nothing but silence. It didn’t take too long, but it felt like an eternity; like Mura was throwing the book at him. Mitsuo was trapped in this place, hurting, embarrassed, and openly weeping in front of a person who’s respect he craved. How could Mura ever trust him now? How could he ever take him seriously? Surely he’d sent Mitsuo away, and he couldn’t say he didn’t deserve it...his dream was to one day come home, and he only got to come home for one day.


Mitsuo was reminded of the problems that had come up with the guild when Mura listed the legal mages, guilds and organizations. It was a reminder that the guild was a shadow of what it had been when he had first come here, but also that it was still alive. Fairy Tail somehow, despite all of the trials and tribulations it had been through, was still here and still had people like Mura, Vandrad, Julius and yes, even Mitsuo himself, who cared for it so. He had been a fool, he hadn’t thought of the guild before taking his job, and at this point he just wanted to die. He wanted this to be over, the shame and pain of his mistake too much to bare. When Mura touched his heart he gasped in the way that someone who had been crying for an hour would, starving for air and in agony.

Mitsuo’s baby blue eyes were stained completely red from the salty tears and the strain he was being put through, but when it felt like Mura was reaching a point where he was going to truly lash out, something that was impossible not to feel, he would be met with something that honestly shocked him. Mura would turn away from Mitsuo, the feeling in the room completely changing before he apologized to the young wizard. Mitsuo took a second to pull his right sleeve down and wipe his face, noting that it was instantly soaked when he did so. He could still feel tears behind his eyes, but he managed to catch his breath while Mura took a second to recollect himself before continuing on. The tone had changed, and Mitsuo would feel the magic flowing through his guild tattoo which was lit up and exuding tremendous energy.

Mitsuo would take Mura’s next words to heart, his ‘punishment’ so to speak. He would give the young mage his mission, and leave him with a plea before mentioning the ones who came before; Kanix, who had worked with him on many jobs and whom he had considered a friend before her turn. Heero, the guild master whom had welcomed Mitsuo into the guild with opened arms and given him the family he so desired. Who had helped groom him into the wizard he had become. Leonard, the guild’s first master and the man whom had made all of this possible. He would calm down, the last of his tears streaking down his face before he wiped them away.

“I...I hear you, Master Mura...I will not take this for granted. I love Fairy Tail, love them more than anyone else. I love this guild like my own family...and I will not forget what you have said. I promise you this; my blade will not be wielded in anger, my kills will be swift and true...” He would breath in deeply, his voice shaky from what had just happened. He met the guild master in the eyes finally, sadness subsiding for passion and resolve and he removed his Blade of Atlas from the scabbard on his hip, putting it on the table in front of him and Mura. “I will be your blade. I will protect the guild with my life. I will kill those who need to die with no hesitation, no wasted movement. I am Mitsuo Takahashi, and on my sword, I swear to you that I will never let you down again. Anything you ask of me I will do.” He hoped that these words wouldn’t be misconstrued, he wasn’t trying to appease the master or suck up, he was absolutely serious.

The mark on his left forearm glowed still before returning to its regular cyan, and Mitsuo sighed once more. “Are you sure there’s nothing else I can do to make this up to you?”

To say that the guildmaster’s reaction had thrown him off a little bit would be a vast understatement. He would feel his face burn a deep crimson as confusion set in.


Mitsuo would shake the thought off. There was no way that was what Mura meant by his actions...or what it? He had never been good at figuring these things out, but he wish he knew. Mitsuo had always wanted to find someone to share that special kind of bond with but he was pretty sure that Mura was taken. His mind was racing at a million miles a minute, and he couldn’t remember what he was here for.


That didn’t seem right, but it could have been that...but if it was a date why were his cheeks so wet? Why was Mura crying too? What had Mitsuo said to ruin it? He had a tendency of being terrible at these kinds of things of course, and it was likely he had said something that he had thought was a good idea but had hurt Mura instead. He started fumbling over things he could say to make it better like I’m sorry, or AHAHAHA JUST KIDDING! But he couldn’t get to anything. If he could just remember what he had said it would be all okay. He began looking around for visual clues that might help him and then noticed that his sword was in his hand over the table.


There was no way that was it...or was it? He had to get out of there. He couldn’t think anymore. He could feel himself beginning to have a panic attack and he would stand up from his seat, looking super embarrassed and not meeting the guild master’s eyes. “I-I’m s-sorry Master Mura...” he would bow low and then run out the door, going straight home to berate himself over how stupid he was from the seclusion of his bed.

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