A Dark Path

"I see you're sulking again, laddie," came a voice behind Strider. He smiled as he saw one of his friends walking towards him. The man was short and stout, wearing a heavyset helmet that did nothing to conceal the reddish-brown hair that seemingly melded with his beard. He laid down his heavy ax at Strider's side before sitting on a rocky outcrop. Spread ahead of them was a vast and green plain. The grass grew at least a foot high and was peppered with boulders, outcrops, and crags that had called the land home since the dawn of time. With the peaceful white clouds sailing overhead, it was peace incarnate.

"Until this war is over and done with, sulking will remain my past time," Strider said with a chuckle. Sighing, he laid back down, letting the gentle sun cast a warm glow over him. "How long until you move out?"

"We'll leave in the morning," said another man that came behind them. He looked like Strider - with hair that fell to his shoulders and a bit of stubble. He carried himself with a kingly demeanor, never slouching. His wise eyes searched the land as well, seeing things that others would miss. With a heavy sigh, he sat down next to Strider.

"Are you sure you won't join us?" asked a third man that quickly sat on Strider's other side. He was, for lack of a better word, beautiful. His blond fell just in front of his shoulders, complementing the beautiful robe he wore. The arrows in his quiver hardly clinked, while the bow he wielded seemed as though it had never fired a shot.

"I'm sure. I need to make sure she's alright. It's been a long time," Strider sighed.

"He's afflicted," the blond man sighed.

"Be nice, Legolas," the kingly man said with a chuckle. Strider joined in; his friend wasn't wrong.

"He agrees, Aragorn," Legolas said, laughing.

"He's afflicted as well, you know. Just covers it up better than I do," Strider said, eliciting a sigh from Aragorn.

"Happens to the best of us, laddie," the stout man said.

"Are you telling me that there's someone waiting for you as well, Gimli?" Strider wondered.

"Ha! Someone?! Several someones!" the dwarf said with an up uproarious laugh.

"Perhaps this conversation is best handled without the child," Legolas said with a light laugh.

"I might be the youngest person here, but I'm far from being a child!" Strider complained.

"You are to us. But there's worse things to be than young. Take your time to grow old. It's nothing to rush," Aragorn said gently.

"I'd listen to him. He's a wise one," Gimli said with a laugh.

"Foods ready!" came a shout from the camp behind them. Gimli and Legolas took their leave while Aragorn stood behind Strider, admiring the majesty in front.

"It's almost as though the fighting doesn't exist. Not here, at least," he said softly.

"Feels that way. I just hope we can end it soon. Places like this should be preserved," Strider said.

"That's part of why we fight. To preserve the land and the people," Aragorn said.

"Has anyone ever tried to reason with them?" Strider suddenly asked.

"The orcs?" Aragorn wondered.

"Yes. If fighting could be averted - at all…" Strider trailed off.

"Several times. Not once has an emissary returned, however. No - we passed the point of reconciliation a long time ago," Aragorn said.

"I suppose so," Strider sighed before he sprung up with a jump. "So be it."

"Come. Let's eat. You need to be ready to leave in the morning as well," Aragorn said, slinging an arm around Strider's shoulders and leading him towards camp. With one more wistful look behind him, Strider sighed and followed.

-o-

"You need to break this habit of yours," Strider sighed as he came up on Aragorn sitting atop a boulder, smoking his pipe. Aragorn's eyes were turned up to the twinkling stars that smiled upon the small company.

"This?" he asked, holding up the pipe.

"No - well, yes. It's bad for you, first of all. But no - the lack of sleep," Strider said, sitting down. "One might be feeding the other."

"Shouldn't you be taking your own advice, then?" Aragorn asked with a light smile.

"Ha. I'm just enjoying my youth, old man," Strider said with a grin.

"My prime is still ahead of me, you know," Aragorn said, clenching his fist several times. "Although I can't help wonder if it might be a curse."

"What? Our lifespan?" Strider asked, sitting down next to him.

"Yes. Last I heard, Théoden is beginning to show signs of old age. Whereas I've still managed to retain my youth," Aragorn sighed.

"It's lessening with each generation," Strider noted. "A few ages from now and it'll be so diluted, it won't even be recognizable."

"What do you think of our forefathers?" Aragorn asked.

"What do you mean?" Strider wondered.

"Are you angry with them for spreading so far and letting their kingdoms fall? For not making the right decision when it all began?" Aragorn asked. Strider sighed as he laid down again, taking a long moment to enjoy the light above.

"You know that I don't care for ancestry," Strider said, his voice a bit harder. "They're dead. Best to just leave them that way and look ahead."

"Perhaps you're right," Aragorn said, not pressing him for an answer. "Unfortunately, it's not that easy in my case."

"You're going to make a great king," Strider said, sitting back up with a serious expression. Aragorn laughed at that.

"I thought you disdain the monarchy?" Aragorn asked.

"I do. But I respect you. I wouldn't kneel to any king but you," Strider said.

"That much I know. I remember hearing a tale about a young Dúnadan that, when he came across Prince Imrahil, refused to kneel or even bow for him," Aragorn said with a chuckle.

"I do regret not bowing, at least. He's a good man," Strider sighed. "Not like Lord Elrond, but a good man in his own right."

"Few are like Lord Elrond," Aragorn sighed. "But all that said, your respect means a great deal to me."

"We'll see you to the throne yet, sire," Strider said.

"Ah, you know not to call me sire," Aragorn laughed.

"Get some sleep. You need to be well rested as much as I do," Aragorn said. With a sigh, Strider nodded; bowing as low as he could, he left to take Aragorn up on his advice. Soon, Aragorn began singing; and despite their respite, his friends couldn't help but smile in their sleep.

-o-

"You know what you're supposed to be doing, then?" Aragorn asked as he helped Strider load his horse.

"I do. I'll visit her and stay for a couple of days and relay the messages before I catch up with you all again. Shouldn't be to difficult with him," Strider said as he caressed the mane of his steed. The dark black horse whinnied in delight, allowing Aragorn to caress him as well.

"Strider - do you really have to go?" one of the youngest of their number asked.

"Afraid so, Merry. She's not too far from here, though. Just a little bit North. I'll be back before you know it," Strider said with a kind smile.

"Make sure you bring back some of that Elven bread!" Pippen said.

"But of course. I've been craving some myself," Strider said with a grin.

"But… do you have to go so soon?" Frodo asked hesitantly.

"Strider wouldn't be leaving unless it wasn't important. He has his own duties to carry out, my boy," Gandalf said kindly. "We'll see you on the other side of the mountains."

"Yes, sir. Until then, everyone. Stay safe!" Strider said. His steed neighed loudly before it set off at a blistering pace.

"That's a mighty fine horse, Mr. Frodo," Sam said, captivated.

"He's always had an affinity with animals," Aragorn said with a smile.

"Animals and women," Boromir said with a little chuckle of his own. "Perhaps it's a good thing he's never been to Gondor!"

"Only one remains for his eye, now," Gandalf said with a light smile before looking at the snow-capped mountains with a daring eye. "Come, everyone. We must off as well."

-o-

He knew that something was wrong when he saw a dark black smoke rising behind the lofty hill. He hoped against hope that the unthinkable had happened, but knew in his heart of hearts that it had. He kicked his steed into full gallop, his heart breaking a little more with each foot.

The fire on the village was still going, but had likely lessened. Strider looked on with wide eyes and panic as he jumped off and into the village at full sprint. All around him were bodies - the men, women, children, and animals. Strider ran into several houses, but all were devoid of life. He recoiled as he saw a woman had been partially eaten, her body slightly charred; her husband and child lay to the side, each missing an arm and leg. Nearby, a burning beam had fallen on a man who couldn't escape; his nails had begun to split as he desperately tried to escape. Not far away, the heads of several villagers had been impaled on pikes while their bodies lay off to the side, reeking of piss and shit.

In the wreckage of a sooty black residence was the only glint of white he had seen since entering. His pace slowed to a crawl as he approached it. He grabbed at his necklace, holding onto it as he approached.

The hand stuck out from the ashes; long and slender, he gently touched the cuff of the fabric. Strider slowed his breathing, acknowledging what lay beneath before he cast the ashes and debris aside. Her creamy white skin had lost some color; her Elven dress was ragged and dirtied and had lost some of its glow. Her eyes were open in shock, unseeing; and in the middle of her chest, above the heart, was a gaping hole.

Strider quickly fell to his knees, but no tears came - nor his voice. All he could see was the woman on the ground; to all else, he was blind. The sun dove and rose, and still he stayed - unable to move or sleep.

Finally, however, he brought a finger to her face and caressed it. Her skin was cold to the touch, so different from the warmth he had always known her to carry.

"Anairë," he said softly. As much as he tried, the tears wouldn't come - nor would the scream he felt in his heart. Gently, he cradled her body in his arms and picked her up. Letting his feet guide the way, Strider slogged her to the hill that overlooked the town. Getting on his knees, he began to dig the dirt away with his hands. It was a long process, but seemed to pass in moments to him. With the same unyielding expression he had worn since the day before, he placed her in the grave. The dirt came onto her easily until finally, only the tell tale signs of an unearth plot of land was all that remained. Strider sat on top of the grave, unable to hear, see, feel, or think a thing. His body and senses felt entirely numb and foreign. No anger, no regret, nothing.

His steed came up behind him, sniffing the ground and him before it laid down on its legs at his side.

-o-

It wasn't long until Strider and his steed had picked up the trail. Whoever - and he had a good idea of who - had committed the atrocities were on foot. As such, they couldn't hope to escape what they didn't know was coming upon them. A hard days and nights ride did nothing to quell the silent fury burning in the pit of his stomach. Strider kicked his horse into high gear, but it didn't mind; its fury was at a fever pitch as well.

Well into the evening, the enemy made a stop in a forest for some rest. They were brazen in their respite; howls of the orc and the din of their weapon reverberated through the area. Leaving his horse at the edge of the forest, Strider silently went in, his hands shaking. He soon saw a soft light; drawing his sword, he slowly approached it. A small party of orcs surrounded a fire, eat the little food they had scourged from the village.

"We did what he asked! He'd better be pleased!" one of them snarled.

"The She-Elf's heart?" another asked.

"On the way by air already," another grunted. That was all Strider needed to hear; with a deft movement, the orcs found themselves unable to move all of a sudden. Panic and anger quickly spread through their numbs as their eyes dashed around, looking for the culprit. Strider quietly strode into the middle, his eyes fixed on the fire. He uses his telekinesis to conform it into a sharp point that he suddenly put through an orcs head. The orc looked on with a look shock as the blazing point seared his head, engulfing his brain flame. He soon fell forward, dead. Hardly any matter seeped out; leaks were burned off.

"Why did you attack the village?" Strider asked quietly. When none answered, he quickly sliced off the heads of two more orcs. Black blood geysered as their heads flopped to the ground, their bodies falling just short of the fire.

"WHY?!" Strider roared, his fury at a tipping point. As an orc spat on him, however, Strider had his answer. "So be it."

With a vicious anger, Strider began to take his sword to the remaining orcs. He brutalized them; opting to let a few bleed out, while others had their end come quickly. He placed his hand on the chest of a particular orc before he started to let off burst after burst. After a couple of hits, the heart had burst out the back of the orc, the vessels snapping off as black blood poured from it. It continued until only one orc remained. Strider maneuvered the fire into a long whip that started to work its way up the orcs legs, searing and blistering its bulging skin. The orc cried and screamed in pain, but Strider was unrelenting. As two strands of fire worked their way up, the began to move in front of the orcs eyes.

"Why did you take the Elf's heart?" Strider asked, leaning in close.

"O-orders. B-Black Hand," the orc finally snarled.

"Where is he?!" Strider asked.

"Near A-Amon Lanc," the orc replied. With a scoff, Strider left. The only sound that remained was that of the final orc screaming in pain as the fire strands burrowed themselves deep into his eyes, burning through.

-o-

As Strider finally made it to his horse, he leaned his head against it and sighed.

"Mirkwood," he whispered to it. With a neigh, his steed rushed off.

-o-

"Hmph. And I thought that you of all people would've been able to break him," a woman scoffed, speaking to Tower just outside the metal gate. Strider was on his knees, blood and slashes covering his body. However, he couldn't feel much of the pain; his focus was entirely on listening.

"Silence, She-Witch! Do not—" Tower began before the woman shushed him.

"Orcs and men may fear you, but I do not. My orders come from much higher," she said, caressing the helmet that Tower wore. "That's a good Black Captain. It's good to know that when the Númenóreans fell, they at least managed to retain some of their manners despite their honor being all but lost. How it must feel to be considered so… worthless."

Strider couldn't help but let out a little chuckle at hearing how she spoke to him.

"I must be off, now. You've your orders as well," she said, opening the gate to his room.

"Wh—" Tower began before she cut him off again.

"While your kind lost their manners, I've retained all of mine. I couldn't leave without seeing my favorite prisoner one more time," she said, entering. Her skin was tan and her raven black hair cascaded down her back. Strider could make out the hilts of the daggers she wore as well as the grip of a whip. She wore a light leather armor that protected everything - save for her hands, which remained ungloved.

"I'm afraid this is where we part for now," she said, wiping the blood along Strider's cheek. "Don't worry, though. I'll be back."

"Take your time," Strider retorted immediately, eliciting a laugh.

"You couldn't even stop him from speaking? Why you were chosen, I'll never know. Until my return, my sweet prisoner," she said, licking the blood on her finger before taking her leave. Tower snarled as she was out of sight, eliciting a laugh from Strider.

"Looks like she took your manhood as well, Tower. Isn't it time for you to run along as well?" Strider asked mockingly. Tower immediately smashed him with hard right, drawing fresh blood.

"You talk far too much, Dúnedan," Tower said.

"I have to entertain myself somehow, locked away in here. Unless you'd like to let me go?" Strider offered.

"The last of a dying breed. We've no need for you," Tower said.

"You can just kill me right now. You'll earn her ire, but that's about it," Strider laughed. Tower snarled before he began to turn. "Ah! But I've one more question."

"And what is it?" Tower asked.

"Where is Black Hand?" Strider asked. Tower turned slowly to him, an ugly look on his face.

"None of your concern," he said before he took his leave. Strider watched him go, fury in his eyes.

-o-

Over the course of the next several days Strider learned that Tower had left. A particularly nasty orc was left to take care of him. The orc relished in exacting a pound of flesh from him every time he brought him his food, making sure to shove the moldy cheese and bread down his throat before pouring a disgusting hot amber down it.

Before the orc showed up with dinner that evening, Strider finally heard an interesting bit of news.

"The Black Captains are on the move to Umbar," the orc snarled. "We've gotten orders to send some of ours."

"About time. I'm getting bored here! No man, no woman, no elf!" the orc at the gate lamented.

"So, why are the Black Captains going to Umbar?" Strider asked as soon as the orc entered.

"And why would I tell you?" the orc asked, spitting.

"What else do I have to look forward to?" Strider asked. The orc snarled as he forced Strider to open his mouth. Instead of eating the bread, however, Strider lunged forward and bit deep into the orcs fingers. The bite was hard enough to tear off the middle one, which he just managed to spit out - but not before the blood got down his throat. Strider coughed viciously while the orc screamed in pain. Several more entered and began to beat down on Strider, who simply let them. He wrapped one of the chains that latched his wrist to the wall around the neck of an orc and began to squeeze until life left it; all the while, they continued to beat on him.

"DAMN YOU ALL! CAN'T YOU EVEN HANDLE ONE MAN!?" another orc shouted as he entered. This one was a bit bigger than the others and carried a silver chain around his neck. As soon as he entered, however, the chain flew immediately into the locks that chained Strider. With several satisfying clicks, the chains fell away and Strider felt his strength begin to return. Taking the chains as a whip, he wrapped one around the neck of another orc and snapped its head back. He began to swing the chain around, knocking out several more.

"WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU CAN RUN FROM HERE?!" the commanding orc roared at him. Strider quickly flung him back and took his sword before running it through the orc. He stabbed the orc several more times, none of them fatal.

"My clothes and weapons! TELL ME!" Strider demanded. The orc coughed blood on him, but Strider would have his way. He plunged the sword several inches into the orcs right and and began carving down. The orcs screams were terrible, but music to Strider's ears. He plunged his hand into the wound he had caused and grabbed a hold of the bone. He began to pull it away from the leg, eliciting the loudest scream yet.

"STOP IT! STOP!" the orc roared. This was the first time Strider heard one cry for mercy, a sound that delighted him.

"My things," Strider whispered, grabbing the orcs few strands of wispy hair in his other hand.

"Main room!" the orc shouted. "MERCY!"

"No," Strider whispered. With a vicious rip, he tore the bone out. The orcs howl was heard throughout Mirkwood, putting the other creatures on nerves and muscles swung as he brought the bone above his head and brought it down on the head of the orc. With several crushing blows, the orcs skull had caved in. As it fell dead, Strider looked around the room; the other orcs were either dead, dying, or unconscious. As he left, he brought the ceiling of the room down.

-o-

With a sigh, Strider exited Dol Guldur and stood atop the its highest tower. A soft drizzle had begun, washing away much of the blood. He began to wipe his face and body, grimacing as he took stock. The woman and Tower had done a number on him, but he was satisfied that they left so unsatisfied. A torch of everlasting fire burned nearby. He telekinetically twisted and curved the fire into a long, thin strand that he began to snake around his body, resting it above the fresh scars and rips in his skin. He outstretched his arms, making sure to take full stock of the damage. In a single movement, he pressed the flame to his skin and cauterized the open wounds.

'It'll do,' Strider thought.

He had finished putting on his clothes and was about to turn to leave, when a swift movement rushed past his cheek - opening up a fresh wound.

"Halt! Turn around, slowly!" came a voice behind him. It was a sweet voice, however - melodic and peaceful to his ears, unlike the orc-ish tongue. He did as the voice asked, sighing peacefully as he saw who it was that shot at him.

Two Woodland Elves stood before him. One was tall and lean man with shoulder length black hair; the other was a just as tall woman with waist length blonde hair that gleamed like a river of light. They stared intently at Strider, who looked back calmly.

"Who're you?" the man asked.

"My name is Strider," he answered.

"Strider? I see. An interesting name; I know one that goes by it! But what are you doing here, Strider?" the man asked.

"I was indisposed. Just managed to break out, luckily enough," Strider said.

"Ah. Strider. It's good to see you again," another voice suddenly said. Strider stood upright and greeted the new arrival. He was a beautiful man that wore a unique robe that glistened like a star. His wise eyes took stock of the landscape before falling on Strider, at whom he smiled.

"My lord, Thranduil," Strider said, bringing a hand to his chest.

"I see that we've you to thank for what happened in here," Thranduil said.

"Forgive me, sir," Strider said.

"Do not worry yourself. We were ready to bring Dol Guldur down today as well. It's just as well that it was already done for us. But I must ask what you're doing here?" Thranduil said.

"A long story, sir," Strider sighed.

"I wish to hear it. Come," Thranduil ordered. Strider immediately followed

As he was flanked by the two elves who remained on edge, Strider suddenly stopped.

"Go ahead," Thranduil said with a slight smile. Strider nodded before he looked behind. His eyes fell upon the shell of castle like structure that remained. Holding his hand out, he began to concentrate his power on it. It was several seconds before the elves heard a rumbling. Their eyes snapped back to the castle which suddenly began to crumble. Thousands of tons of stone hurtled and crashed into the ground, permanently burying whatever was unlucky enough to be caught in its way.

-o-

Strider awoke with a sudden gasp, a cold sweat all over his body. He grunted as he felt his body ache. Immediately, however, his hand flew to his face - his fear confirmed. He sprang to his feet but almost buckled yet again. Slowly, he went to the mirror.

The left side of his face was all but destroyed. It was garish and skeletal; the cheek was all but destroyed, showing the teeth and gums underneath; his left eye was a milky white while the area surrounded it was burned to the bone. His hand gently touched the necklace that he wore, thankful that it was intact.

"God dammit!" he finally roared, punching the mirror in anger. It took him several minutes to bring his magic - and himself - under control. When he opened his eyes again, his face was back to normal. Gently, he touched it again, satisfied with the result. As he began to walk back to his bed, however, his legs failed him; he fell with a thud that reverberated through the hotel.

No more than a few seconds later, the door burst open.

"STRIDER!" Mira shouted as she quickly rushed to his side. With Erza's help, they stood him up and walked him over to the bed.

"What do you think you're doing?! You need rest!" Erza berated him. His hands flew to his ears, pained by the voice.

"Shh! Quieter!" Mira hissed to her. Erza let out a cute yelp before apologizing.

"It's fine," Strider said, his breathing at ease. "Are you two ok?"

"We should be asking you that!" Mira said, giving him a soft hug. Strider felt exalted as he felt her tender touch. He returned the hug, pulling Erza in as well. The three held it for what felt like infinity before they finally laid him back down. Mira began to wipe off the sweat while Erza got him something to drink.

"How is everyone?" Strider asked as he let Mira work.

"Shhhh," she shushed him gently, pressing a finger to his lips. "Everyone is fine. Just resting. You've been out for a couple of hours is all. The guilds have gone back to their hotels. We're the only ones still up."

"My apologies," Strider said.

"Apologies? We're just waiting for you to get better so we can thank you properly," she said with a watery smile. Quickly, Mira stole a kiss from him.

"Now is not the time, Mirajane!" Erza hissed as she reentered the room as well. "Are you okay?"

"I… I think so. More than okay, actually. Let—" he began to get up but was gently pushed back down.

"You're not going anywhere. You need to sleep," Mira said gently. Although she had many questions, the only thing more important than the answers was his well being.

"I—" Strider began.

"Please. Please," Mira said. As Strider saw the worry in her eyes, he sighed. With a nod, he got comfortable and closed his eyes. Mira gently stroked his hair while Erza rested a warm hand on his stomach, halfway between worry and excitement. Satisfied that he was asleep, the two softly left the room.

-o-

"How is he?" Lucy demanded as soon as they got out.

"Is my love alright?!" Juvia squealed fretfully.

"He's fine," Mira said gently, leading the girls back to her room. "Just tired and sore. Lis, can you let everyone know to get some rest? I don't think he's gonna be up until morning."

"Sure," Lisanna chirped, rushing downstairs.

"Is he really fine?" Bisca asked quietly.

"I think so. I don't think he can stand right now, though," Mira said worriedly.

"With the damage around his ankles, I'm not surprised," Cana said.

"It's more than that, I think. He could use his telekinesis to keep himself up. He just seems… I dunno, drained," Mira said.

"Think he used to much magic during the fight?" Jenny asked.

"Partly. He took a few hard hits as well, remember?" Erza said.

"Mira…" Jenny began, suddenly uncomfortable.

"I didn't ask. Now's not the time," Mira said warningly. With a sighed, Jenny agreed.

"That was so scary," Lucy sighed, collapsing on Mira's bed.

"No kidding. God, I just wanna get drunk right now," Cana said, rubbing her face.

"We all do," Bisca said. She quickly went down and got a few drinks of them as well as a barrel for Cana.

"What do you think's gonna happen next?" Jenny asked.

"I dunno. I just hope they leave him alone. There's gonna be a lot of questions," Erza said.

"No kidding. Ugh. Maybe Master Makarov can talk to them or something," Cana said.

"Some of the king's men tried to get in an hour ago. He just sent them away. No one's allowed to get in unless they're permitted by Fairy Tail," Bisca said.

"Enough talk for now, you guys. We all should get some rest soon as well," Mira said.

"You downed like 20 cups of coffee. You're not sleeping anytime soon," Jenny said lamely.

"Well, if he needs—" Mira began.

"I can do that!" Jenny interrupted.

"As if! I'm on his team, remember!" Lucy countered.

"As am I," Erza reminded her.

"He's my beloved!" Juvia shouted.

-o-

Once he was sure that they were gone, Strider sat up quietly. Holding his hand out, Anglachel flew to his hand. Strider had half a mind to break the sword at the hilt, but knew that was impossible.

"You're one hell of a bastard," Strider sighed, resting the tip on the ground and his held against the pommel. His sword quivered gently before stopping.

"That should be satisfying for now. We'll find some more later," he said quietly. It quivered once again, going for a good minute before stopping.

"I'll see it done regardless of what you wish. Remember that you remain to serve me from now on. Keep that in mind, relic," Strider said dangerously. The sword was still before it quivered quickly and stopped almost immediately. Satisfied, Strider placed it against the wall before he laid back down, letting screams and dreams wash over him once more.

-o-

"Nobody know that dragons attacked last night?" Goldmine asked Makarov early the following morning. The Masters of each guild, Jura, and Yajima were assembled in a private location, tired but alert.

"That appears to be the case," Makarov said contemplatively.

"A curious happening," Jura mused.

"What's the story the kingdom is feeding their citizens?" Master Bob asked.

"That the wizards destroyed everything! I'll spin them," Ooba said as she twirled her fingers.

"Now, now - they need to tell them something, no?" asked a beautiful woman with a light smile. She had darkish-brown skin and long black hair with a purple tint that was tied in a high ponytail. She wore an orange vest and black pants, her cat-like eyes darting between the Masters.

"I suppose so, Yoruichi. That said, would've been nice if they filled us in as well," Goldmine sighed.

"Come on, now - we're just Guild Masters. Royalty has a front to keep, even when they're the ones stupid enough to get us into a mess like this in the first place," Yoruichi said with a smirk.

"Careful not to let any of the kings men hear you," Jura sighed, rubbing his brows - she was always like this.

"We got lucky last night," Makarov said, his mind on the dragons.

"Indeed. If Lucy and Yukino hadn't closed the Gate when they did, the outcome would have been drastically different," Jura said.

"Not just that. If Strider wasn't here…" Goldmine said, but trailed off as the other mages agreed.

"I've said it before, and I'll say it again - that's quite the Wizard you have, Mocky," Yajima said.

"Damn straight," Makarov grinned, punching the air.

"I just don't see how it's fair that you get someone so powerful AND handsome," Master Bob said, sighing.

"Sure you don't wanna trade?" Yoruichi asked Makarov.

"I thought Mermaid Heel was girls only?" Goldmine asked.

"It is. He's got shoulder length hair, though! I'm sure we can pretty him up enough to have him join," Yoruichi laughed.

"Joking aside, he's a force to be reckoned with. We should be thankful we had someone with his experience onboard last night. Although it goes without saying that we need to be watchful as well - especially going forward," Ooba said seriously.

"You think he'd turn?" Goldmine asked, his eyes looking over each Master.

"Probably not. The boy seems grounded. But we should probably be watchful," Bob agreed.

"Goldmine?" Yajima asked.

"I agree as well," Goldmine nodded. "Yoruichi?"

"You all need to relax a bit," she sighed, eliciting a few raised eyebrows. "There's being serious and then there's being to serious. I'm sure Master Makarov will keep an eye on him. Don't try to stifle him, though. That won't work well for anyone."

"You speak as though you know him," Goldmine inferred.

"I've met people like him. Probably not as strong as him, but plenty strong enough. You try to trap a cat and it'll lash out," Yoruichi said wisely. The others mulled over what she said before finally agreeing.

-o-

"Feeling better?" Mira asked as she popped her head into Strider's room.

"Much. Thank you," Strider said as he slowly sat up, rubbing his face.

"Here, I'll help," Mira said, slinging his arm around her shoulder and leading him to the bathroom.

"Ah. Well, to be honest, I'm at a loss for words. I won't say no to help, but I'm not sure now's the best time," he laughed.

"Ugh. Don't make me put you to sleep again," she said warningly.

"Right. Right. My bad," he said, stepping in and freshening up.

"Are you sure you're alright, though?" Mira asked from outside.

"I am. A little sore, but so long as no more dragons are around, I'll be fine in a day or so," Strider said.

"Good. We were really worried," Mira said.

"Forgive me for worrying you. And thank you for taking such good care of me, Mira," Strider said.

"Don't mention it. It's literally the least we could've done," she said.

"How are you, though? Were you injured at all?" Strider asked.

"We had a little bit of trouble when we were trying to rescue Lucy and Yukino, but no one is seriously hurt. You're the one who took most of the damage," Mira said.

"Job hazard," Strider sighed as he exited.

"Whatever you say, Mr. Dragon Slayer. Come on, ti—" Mira began.

"Ah, please no more bed rest! I can't be confined for so long," Strider said.

"Let's head downstairs, then," Mira said.

-o-

"Good to see you're up," Macao said, throwing Strider some water.

"No kidding. Great job last night," Wakaba grinned.

"Thank you, thank you," Strider said graciously.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Wendy asked.

"I am. Thanks, Wendy," Strider said, giving the young Dragon Slayer a quick hug before sitting at a table near the window.

"Good to see you're up now," Cana said, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"Good to be up. How are you?" he asked.

"We're the ones who should be asking you that," she sighed. "Better rest up before tonight, though."

"What's tonight?" Strider asked interestedly.

"The king is throwing a party. All of the Guilds invited," Cana said.

"Apparently, there's going to be some kind of announcement as well," Bisca said, bringing Strider something to eat.

"Of what?" Cana asked.

"Not sure. It's being kept a secret," Bisca.

"More games?" Erza asked.

"I hope not. No more fighting," Lucy said lamely.

"Anyways, you ladies ready?" Cana asked.

"Hmm? For what?" Strider asked.

"We're gonna go shopping. New dresses for tonight," she said with a smirk.

"Sounds fun. Where to first?" Strider asked.

"Ha! No boys allowed," Cana said, tracing his cheek with a finger.

"I'm certain I could help," Strider said.

"Uh-huh but nu-uh," Cana giggled.

"Take it easy, okay? Don't stress yourself," Mira said softly, giving him a quick kiss on his cheek before taking her leave, Juvia hot on her tail. Cana, Bisca, Lucy, and Erza followed, doing the same. With a grin, Strider finished his meal before taking his leave as well.

-o-

As he walked around Crocus with nothing to do, Strider gleaned some information of what was going on. No one seemed to be aware of the dragon attack - it was all chalked up to the wizards. Several people were talking about festivities that were being planned for the city and wizards, as well as a massive party a week later that was supposed to include dignitaries from foreign countries.

"Hello, Ultear," Strider said as he came upon the purple haired beauty sitting on a bench. She seemed to be in deep thought, not noticing him upon her.

"Strider! Hello! How are you? Are you better?" she asked, about to get up.

"Please, don't get up on my account. May I?" he asked.

"Sure. You're okay, right?" she asked nervously.

"I am. Still a bit sore, but nothing terrible," Strider said. He gently massaged his legs, kneading the muscles. "I don't suppose your Arc of Time Magic works on people?"

"How'd you know about that?" she asked, surprised.

"I suppose I did my research," he said with a small smile.

"I would, if I could. Unfortunately, it only works on inanimate or non sentient things," Ultear sighed.

"I suppose that's just as well," Strider sighed. Looking sideways, he saw a contemplative look on her face. "Everything alright?"

"It is. I was just thinking," she said.

"What about?" he asked.

"I don't want to bore you," she sighed.

"Not at all. I'm in the mood for listening," he said. Ultear took a deep breath, wondering what she wanted to tell him.

"It's… about what happened last night, with the dragons. Have I told you much about myself?" she asked.

"Not at all," Strider said, his interest piqued. While he wasn't completely trusting of Ultear, her actions in helping handle the hatchlings was admirable enough to warm him to her a bit.

"When I was born, I was overflowing with magic - to the point that it made me sick. My mother, Ur, took me to the Bureau of Magical Development so they could help me but they didn't do anything. They told her that I died when she came to check on me, but all the while they were experimenting. I thought she had abandoned me," Ultear said, clenching her fists. Whenever she thought about that dreadful place, her anger would flare - as would her magic. Slowly, she calmed down before speaking again. "When I left that place and found her, she had already taken in Lyon and Gray - and I thought she had replaced me. She looked so happy. After that, I began to develop my Magic. It wasn't long I joined Grimoire Heart. It's where I learned Arc of Time Magic, in fact. I've always wanted to change my past - my upbringing and I thought I could with Hades. It's also how I met Jellal and Meredy. I was the one who manipulated Jellal into creating the Tower of Heaven and committing those atrocities. I was the one who destroyed Meredy's village… but took her in. I've done so many horrendous things in my life. But after my encounter with Gray on Tenrou Island, and when my mother's memories came back to me, something inside me changed. Every time I've hurt someone since then has hurt me more. Even when I was releasing everyones second origins, I couldn't bear to see them in that much pain anymore…" Ultear trailed off as she began to cry. Strider rubbed her back gently, comforting her as she began to steady her now ragged breathing.

"Last night, I was ready to use a spell that I had learned - to change it all. It's known as Last Ages. The user gives up their own time - their own life - to rewind it for the world. I was about to use it… when…" she stopped, unable to say the words.

"You decided not to," Strider said knowingly. She looked at him with red eyes and nodded.

"I was afraid," she said fearfully.

"It's a good thing you didn't," Strider said as she looked at him, surprised..

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"Forgive me, but I think you might be overestimating yourself. The world is a big place, and your time in comparison isn't very much. In fact, your life is more a blink of an eye on that scale. If you had used that magic, I'm not sure how far back you could've turned time. Ten seconds, maybe? A minute at most, if I had to guess. You would've thrown your life away for something that may not have helped very much. No, it's good that you didn't go through with it. After all, your guild has a lot of work ahead of it still, no?" Strider asked with a small smile.

"But that's not it…" she said. Strider looked at her curiously.

"The Rogue from the Future had already beaten Natsu when Meredy and I found him. I was ready to kill Rogue - our Rogue - to stop that from happening. I was so close… so close… so…" Ultear trailed off.

"But you didn't, and that's what matters," Strider said. "Are you afraid of reverting to your old self?"

"Very afraid," Ultear said.

"Good. Hold on to that. It'll keep you grounded," Strider said.

"Speaking from experience?" Ultear asked, looking sideways at him.

"Unfortunately," Strider sighed. "You're doing good now. It's not going to wipe your slate clean - nothing will. But it's better that you realize and make a positive change than fall back into that cycle. Your actions are more important than your thoughts when it comes to making that particular decision. I did do some follow up your exploits with Crime Sorcière. A few broken bones, but no casualties. Hold on to your regret, but don't let it consume you."

"And does that work for you?" Ultear asked.

"This isn't about me," Strider said with a pained smile. "If all else fails, think of Meredy. She thinks of you as a mother. Would you abandon her?"

"Of course not!" Ultear said indignantly.

"Hold on to that as well, then," Strider said, slowly trying to get up. Ultear slung his arm around her shoulder and hoisted him up.

"Are you sure you're okay?" she asked nervously.

"I am. Sorry about that," he said.

"No worries," she said softly.

"You should ask the question, by the way," Strider said knowingly.

"What question?" she wondered.

"Whatever Jellal told you," Strider said.

"Ah. That. Sorry," Ultear said.

"It's fine. What do you wish to know?" he asked.

"Jellal told me about your… talk with him. He mentioned that you were able to shut his Magic off. He's one of the strongest wizards I know," Ultear said.

"I didn't shut his Magic off. I just made it so he couldn't cast any spell. More binding than anything, really. Wizards here seem to have to chant or motion to use their spells. If you're immobile, you can't do much, can you?" Strider asked.

"You're saying you don't need to?" Ultear asked. Suddenly the wind around them stopped moving. Ultear looked around, a sudden sense of excitement and fright welling up in her.

"It took me a long time to get to that point," Strider said, looking around.

"You were using motions during the third event," Ultear said.

"That was more for the crowd than anything. Some habits are hard to break, though. I can concentrate better when I use my fingers to aid my Magic," Strider said.

"Your Magic is pretty impressive," she said.

"I'm certainly fond of it. What do you think Jellal, Meredy?" Strider asked, a bit louder. Ultear sighed as the two came out, slightly embarrassed.

"Sorry about that," Meredy said sheepishly.

"Don't worry about it. I take it you two are well?" Strider asked.

"Pretty good, all things considered," Jellal said

"Good to hear. I trust I'll see you at the party tonight? Might take some ingenuity on your part, but I'm sure you can pull it off," Strider said as he walked away.

Meredy suddenly had a devious look on her face.

"Meredy, we cannot be seen there!" Ultear said, exasperated.

"But Strider said we could!" Meredy whined and pouted at the two. With a glance at each, Ultear and Jellal sighed and nodded. Meredy jumped for joy, formulating a plan while the other two watched Strider's receding figure.

"It doesn't look like he completely trusts us yet," Jellal said.

"It might take a while. But are you sure that's what you're really worried about?" Ultear asked, elbowing him suggestively. Jellal simply shook his head as he walked away.

-o-

"So many clothes," Lucy drooled.

"Have your pick," Mira giggled.

"WHOA! HOW MUCH IS THIS THING?!" Lucy exclaimed, holding up a stunning pink dress.

"Pretty expensive, but it's free for Jenny and me so it's free for you guys as well," Mira said.

"I love you, Mirajane!" Lucy squealed, hugging the white haired beauty tightly. Mira giggled and returned the hug before she began trying on new outfits.

"Mira! How's this?" Cana asked, wearing a stunning yellow dress.

"Hot," Mira smirked.

"Transformation makes this so much easier," Jenny said, shifting into a sexy black dress.

"No fair," Lucy whined, in the middle of putting one on the old fashioned way.

-o-

Leaving Crime Sorcière to plan their break-in into the king's party tonight, Strider began walking through Crocus again. He seemed to have made many fans during the games; everywhere he went, he got cheers, people asking for autographs, as well as much romantic interest from men and women alike.

"I've never seen anyone like you!"

"Are going to participate again next year?!"

"Mr. Strider, an interview!"

"Mr. Strider, how'd you get so strong?" a little girl asked. Strider smiled gently as knelt near her.

"Years of training. You need to always be striving to get better," he said kindly.

"But how will I know if I'm ready?" she asked.

"Hmm… good question. Instinct, I think. You'll just know," Strider said.

"Could I get as strong as you?" she wondered.

"Ha. Train hard enough, and you'll beat me no problem," Strider said, ruffling her hair. The girl smiled wide before running off, mind ablaze with excitement.

"That was kind of you," said a voice from behind. As Strider turned, he saw Kagura and Millianna.

"Kagura, Millianna. A pleasure to see you both," he said to the two.

"Meow - you too!" Millianna said as she hugged him. "WOAH! YOU'RE SO WARM! NO WONDER ERZY LIKES YOU!"

"Don't let her hear you say that," Strider laughed.

"Speaking of which, do you know where she is?" Millianna asked.

"I believe she's shopping with Mira and the others. Not sure where, though," Strider said.

"Kagura, I'm gonna go look for Erzy. I'll see you two tonight!" Millianna said as she ran off.

"Your actions last night were really something else," Kagura said as she and Strider began walking. Strider noted a change in her; she spoke to him as one usually would instead of in her always stern tone.

"Thank Natsu, Lucy, Mira, and Yukino. They got the Gate shut and destroyed. I was at my wits end by the end of it all," Strider sighed.

"I saw. Are you feeling alright?" Kagura asked. "Sorry. You must be getting that a lot today."

"Ha. A bit, but yes, I'm fine. Thank you for your concern," Strider said.

"What?" Kagura asked, blushing a bit as she noticed him looking at her.

"Sorry. It's just that we haven't spoken much. This might be the first conversation we've had," Strider said sheepishly.

"Oh. Forgive me. I… was going through a difficult time," Kagura said uncomfortably.

"No need to explain it to me. I'm willing to listen in case you do want to talk, however," Strider said.

"I appreciate it," she said softly.

-o-

"Hello, Strider," Mavis said as she came up behind Strider as he sat down again.

"Hello, Master Mavis. What brings you here?" he asked kindly, moving to give her some room.

"The city is very beautiful so I thought I'd enjoy it. I was walking when I noticed your presence. I hope I'm not interrupting," she said.

"Not at all. It's always nice to have company," he said.

"You made an impressive showing last night. Slaying a single dragon is a feat anyone can be proud of; but slaying three on your own and convincing two more to kill each other? That's something else," she said.

"I would've preferred slaying none," Strider said simply.

"I think everyone would've preferred that. But we can't do anything about that now," she sighed. "I'm happy to see that you're better, at least."

"I'm curious, Master Mavis - will you head back to Tenrou Island after the festivities end? I daresay we all love having you around," Strider said, making Mavis smile.

"I have been thinking about staying a bit longer. It's not very nice to be alone for so long," she said sadly. Strider put a hand on her shoulder. Surprisingly, it didn't go through her like a normal ghost - she almost felt corporeal.

"You're never alone. We're all family in Fairy Tail, aren't we?" he asked quietly.

"Wise words," she said.

"It helps to be surrounded by those wiser than I," he replied. They sat in silence for a little bit before she spoke again.

"There's something I'd like to speak to you about," she began.

"What is it?" Strider asked.

"As we brought you back to the hotel, your face was…" Mavis trailed off.

"Ah. Right. Yes, I was wondering when someone would ask," Strider said, rolling his neck. "It's what happens when you take your eyes off a dragon."

"A dragon?" Mavis asked, shocked.

"Yes. A particular nasty one from my homeland. He gave it to me as a… memory. I learned quickly how to conceal it, but it requires me to always divert Magic to it. I can keep it up when I'm asleep or otherwise preoccupied, but when I'm unconscious, the effects wear off," Strider said, rolling his neck again.

"I'm surprised you survived," Mavis frowned.

"No one is more surprised than me," Strider said. She was silent a while longer. When Strider turned to her, she looked a bit uncomfortable. "What is it, Master?"

"I… was wondering. Do you have any more Fairy things from your homeland?" she asked nervously. Strider held back a laugh that was threatening to spill forth; the First Master seemed to have been contemplating the question for a while now. Opening up a pocket dimension, Strider fished around before pulling something out. Strider placed a silver crown on her head

"Wow…" Mavis said as she picked it up, amazed by the beauty.

"A gift that I had commissioned by a friend. Enjoy it," Strider said.

"Really?" she asked excitedly.

"Certainly. Just be careful with it, please. It's… important to me," Strider said.

"Thank you, Strider!" she said as she ran off to have some fun and no doubt surprise a few people - someone was bound to notice a crown floating around the city.

"That was kind of you," came Master Makarov's voice from behind. Strider smiled as the master sat down next to him. "You've certainly grown more powerful since you first joined us at Fairy Tail."

"It's an enjoyable place to be. Thank you all for taking me in so readily," Strider said.

"Not at all my boy, not at all," Makarov said.

"A question, Master. Before the S-Class Trials began, Mira mentioned something about a Decade and Century Quest," Strider suddenly said. The thought had just hit him; it was something that piqued his interest since he learned about them, but an opportunity to attempt one hadn't come up yet.

"Correct. There are the normal jobs that anyone can take. Above that, as you know, there are S-Class requests that only S-Class Wizards are aloud to take on alone. Above those are SS-Class requests, and above those are Decades Quests - quests that no one has completed in ten years," Makarov said.

"As in they were posted more than ten years ago, right?" Strider asked.

"Indeed. But there's one more level above that: Century Quests. Jobs that have been available for over one hundred years that no one has completed. Gildarts took on one of these. As far as I know, he's the only person to come back from one alive. Although, as you saw, he barely did so," Makarov said as Strider nodded.

"Hmm…" Strider thought.

"Thinking of taking one on?" Makarov asked, grinning slightly.

"With your blessing," Strider said as he nodded at Makarov.

"I think after that showing last night, you might be the first person that could take on a Century Quest and finish it! If you feel the same way when we get back to Magnolia, I'll allow you to take it," Makarov said.

"Looks like not even the Master of the Guild plays by its rules. I thought you'd try to convince me not to," Strider said with a grin that Makarov returned.

"If all we did was follow rules, the world would be a much more boring place," Makarov said as he got up; Strider did as well.

"I look forward to it," Strider said.

'That kid might actually do it,' Makarov thought, chuckling to himself.

'Hmm… I wonder what kind of quest this is?' Strider thought, a mad gleam in his eyes.

-o-

"That intoxicating parfum can belong only to one man!" Ichiya said dramatically as he turned and beheld the sight. "Strider! Your work last night was truly something to behold.

"Thank you, Master Ichiya. But without the joint effort of all the Guilds, we might not have succeeded," Strider said.

"Still, it was pretty impressive," Eve said.

"Extremely," Hibiki agreed.

"Yeah, it was alright," Ren said, betraying a slight bit of intrigue as well.

"You're all to kind," Strider said, smiling.

"I must say, you and Jenny are getting along quite well! Do I detect the parfum of romance?" Ichiya asked, eyeing Strider who chuckled a bit.

"That's for us to know and others to try to find out," Strider said.

"The parfum of secrecy. Quite a scent!" Ichiya said, dramatically.

"So Ren, when are you and Sherry tying the knot?" Strider asked, grinning at the tan Trimen. His friends grinned as well as Ren retreated slightly.

"Tch. As if. She's way to clingy," he said, turning his face to hide the blush that adorned it. He wouldn't admit it, but he and Sherry were definitely steady going.

"RENNY!" they heard a voice call out. Sherry was heading right at them at top speed. Accompanying her was Shelia, Lyon, Yuka, Toby, and Jura. She jumped right into Rens arms. His cool demeanor faltered as he embraced her tightly.

"Greetings Ren, Hibiki, Eve, Ichiya, Strider," Jura said to nods all around.

"Hey Strider! Have you seen Wendy around?" Shelia asked brightly.

"Hi, Shelia. Not since last night. I think she's either at the hotel or shopping for the party tonight," he said.

"How about Juvia?" Lyon asked as Strider chuckled.

"Shopping, I believe. But I'm not sure w—" Strider began before Lyon ran off to find her.

"The Wizard Saints and Magic Council are eager to meet you," Jura said as he and Strider began walking.

"For the sake of doing so?" Strider asked.

"I don't think so. I get the feeling they'll want to keep tabs on you," Jura said.

"Understandable, especially after last night. As long as they don't impede me, I'm happy to meet them," Strider said.

"We still need to set up a time to visit your fortress," Jura added as Strider nodded.

"Agreed. How about sometime after all the festivities have ended?" Strider asked as Jura nodded.

"That should work. I've no doubt that just as many questions as answers will pop up," Jura sighed.

"Exciting, no?" Strider asked.

"Indeed," Jura laughed.

"What should I expect from the Magic Council?" Strider asked.

"They'll want to know your backstory, how you slew Acnologia, why you brought him there and didn't tell anyone. Mostly common sense questions," Jura said.

"They may not like some of the answers they get," Strider said with a light laugh as Jura smiled.

"I've no doubt about that, either," Jura said. He bid Strider a short farewell until the party and left.

-o-

Night was about to descend as Strider found himself on the highest point in Crocus. He observed the destruction that was still waiting to be cleaned up. He had one more task to accomplish before heading to the party.

He knelt down, preparing himself mentally and physically for what he was about to do. He focused all the energy in to his mind and body. He could feel the movement of the wind and the hustle and bustle of the people in the streets; he could feel the energy of the mages that were in the city; he could hear conversations being held miles away with pitch perfect clarity; he could taste the slight salt in the air that flew in from many more miles away; he could smell the smallest flower in the gardens. He focused all that energy into his mind and body. Finally, he let it all flow around him.

People gasped in surprise and shock as they saw the scene unfold. The debris had begun to clean itself up! One by one, slowly, surely, the buildings began to rebuild themselves.

-o-

"Whoa."

"What's going on?"

"The building… is it… what is this?"

-o-

The Wizards were just as surprised as they saw the event unfold.

-o-

"Those were the buildings the dragons destroyed, weren't they?" Freed asked.

"Yeah… but it looks like they're rebuilding themselves," Laxus said.

-o-

"Ultear?" Jellal asked aloud from elsewhere in the city.

"Not me," Ultear said, also in awe.

-o-

"What's going on, Arcadios?" the king asked his trusted general.

"I'm not sure, sire. But it appears the buildings are being rebuilt," Arcadios said.

"I wasn't aware we had a Wizard like that at our disposal," the king said.

"We don't, sire. This is someone else," Arcadios finished.

-o-

"You guys see that?!" Gray asked.

"I see it… still working on believing," Lyon said, surprised.

-o-

Within an hour, the city was itself again - if one didn't know any better, they could've sworn that it was untouched.

"That's…" Cana said.

"Wild," Bacchus meekly finished.

-o-

"Ah. A hot spring. It's been a while," Strider said, exhaling in delight as he let the hot water course move this body. The party was still an hour away, plenty of time for him to relax. He closed his eyes, hoping for a little more shut eye. It wasn't long until he heard another splash. Opening an eye, he saw that he was joined by woman with darkish-brown skin, who was smiling at him.

"Hi there," the woman said.

"Hello. Wizard?" Strider asked.

"Yup. Yoruichi. Master of Mermaid Heel. And you're Strider," she said.

"Correct. It's a pleasure, Master Yoruichi," he said.

"Just Yoruichi. None of this Master crap," she sighed.

"Are you from Fiore, Yoruichi?" he asked.

"Alikitasia," she sighed.

"I see. The situation there and Alvarez must be difficult for you," he said.

"Very. I had to miss the first few days of the Games because I had to help take care of a few things," she sighed.

"Have you learned anymore of what happened?" Strider asked.

"Bits and pieces and that's it," Yoruichi sighed.

"Which bits and pieces?" he wondered.

"Why the interest?" she asked.

"Passing curiosity," Strider said.

"Oh, I doubt that," she said. "But as for your question - we found out that the attack was conducted on horseback."

"I'm sorry? Horseback?" Strider asked, surprised.

"That's right. Riders on horseback are responsible for the mass killings. It makes no sense, right? Took me days to find multiple people to corroborate. It's all we've got to go on right now, though," she said. "I had to leave Kagura in charge while my second and third in command assisted me."

"She did an admirable job," Strider said.

"Ha. Of course! I trained her, after all!" Yoruichi said proudly. "I'm curious what you're doing here, though. You don't seem like the hot springs kinda guy."

"It's rare for me, that's for sure. That said, this is pretty nice," Strider said, dipping a bit further.

"No kidding," Yoruichi siad, moving a bit closer to his side and dipping in as well. Her catlike eyes stayed fixed to his form, more than a little curious.

"Is there something you'd like to know?" he wondered.

"Oh, you've no idea," she whispered.

"I think I do. Unfortunately, I'm closed for business right now. Please try again later," he said.

"Ha. Relax. I'm not about to spring on you right now. Well… not any questions, at least," she said lasciviously. "Kidding. You're probably to tired for a workout."

"Certainly not. I'm just not sure we have enough time to get one in. The party will be starting soon, after all," he said.

"Mmm… true," she hummed, moving a bit closer until their shoulders touched. Strider and Yoruichi stared intensely at each, wondering what the others move would be.

"Guess you don't get flustered easily," she said.

"I could say the same about you," he said.

"You only live once. Might as well live fully," she whispered with a wry grin as she ran a hand down his torso. As she soon as it dipped below the water, however, she pulled it back up and giggled before stepping out. Strider admired her beautiful body, his eyes slowly taking it all in. "Time for you to get out as well. Care to escort me to the party?"

"I believe my guild is heading over as a team," Strider said.

"My loss," she said.

"Wait," he said.

"Hmm?" she wondered.

"The attack - what else did you learn?" he wondered. Yoruichi just giggled.

"Find me at the party and I'll let you know. Later," she said, taking her leave. Strider sighed as he watched her go.

"Riders, hmm?" he wondered aloud.