<div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i325.photobucket.com/albums/k379/Anadwen/3a90adce-f733-4249-a981-a0bb9193fcfa_zpse66057e3.jpg?t=1400345898">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/>It's always been the little things.<br/><br/>The sole remaining beacon of light swiftly spirals into the darkness beneath. It is eternal, all-consuming, and the light diminishes. It is gone, in but a blink of the eye it becomes nothing. And the darkness grows.<br/><br/>Then the dream was broken, its fragility was shattered into pieces by the harsh reality that bashed into it. To be accurate, in the form of a ringing phone, which awoke Valentine like a siren right beside her ear. She immediately rolled off the sofa, blinking in confusion, and blindly tapped around herself till her hands found the phone. She almost missed the call... As quickly as she could, she picked it up. Her ride was already there, and she overslept! Oh, curse afternoon napping...<br/><br/>"Where are you? I've been honking in front of your house for ten minutes already." the voice on the other end responded. She sighed. "I'm sorry. I was asleep when you came, and I didn't hear you! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" she kept repeating while hectically running around the apartment to grab her bag, stuff the laptop in, and pull a thick jumper over her head. The other voice just sighed. It didn't happen often that she'd fall asleep when her ride was waiting for her, but it wouldn't be the first time. And eventually, she managed to rush out of the front door and towards the elevator, frantically raking through her hair to style it - she hurried out so fast that she didn't have time for it.<br/><br/>Soon after, she was already sitting in her friend's car, trying to make something out of her hair in the mirror. He was obviously annoyed, as they could get caught in traffic by now. Fortunately, that didn't happen, and she quickly stumbled out of the car, waving the guy behind the wheel back. "I'll buy you a sandwich tomorrow before class!" she shouted him from the pavement before he drove off, and put the rein of her bag over her shoulder. It wasn't a long walk to her teacher's house from here.<br/><br/>Masato has taught her for three years already. Three years, and how far she has come from when she was just a confused girl in high school. Back then, she didn't know about the strange powers she possessed... And it almost cost her not only her life, but also the lives of other, like her family and friends. And then... Then he showed up and saved her. He told her what to do. The most charming, beautiful, and kind person she ever knew... She looked up to him like if he was a god.<br/><br/>A smile stretched across her lips as she turned the handle of the door and walked in, swiftly taking her shoes off. "I'm here!" she called out from the hallway, raking through her short black hair again. She was still smiling widely, outright shining with joy and enlightenment that she came again. This house always seemed so calm, and even after having a bad day at school, she felt strangely comforted by the place.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;">_____________________________________________________________</div><br/><br/>A gate appeared in the middle of an empty street, seemingly out of nowhere. Dim red light was radiated from the door which took on the appearance of typical doors in an expensive residence. One of the parts of the large door sled away, and a couple of figures stepped out. Noiselessly like shadows, they walked out, and the door sled back into its place, fading away into nothing.<br/><br/>Natsu took a deep breath. His hand, hidden in a black leather glove, moved the crimson scarf that covered his shoulders in a thick layer, folded many times, into a more suitable position. He disliked being in a human body... The lungs, heart, muscles, it slowed him down and made him feel heavy. That was something uncomfortable, considering his main strength in battle was his speed and light movement. Years have passed since he was last assigned on a mission that would require using one. Hopefully he would get used to it soon, like he always did...<br/><br/>His fingers clenched to his fist, and his arm sled back to his side, brushing the sleeve of a thick black coat against his side. This was something he was waiting to do for ages.<br/><br/>But why?<br/><br/>For... Revenge? Personal fulfillment?<br/><br/>No. For justice and law. His personal feelings were irrelevant when put next to the steel hand of law, but for now, he had to agree with it. The man he was searching for was a criminal, and worthy nothing but death. That was all he could ever say about him. He abandoned - no, destroyed, burned to ashes and buried in an iron coffin in the deepest depths of his ice-cold heart - all feelings he ever had towards him. He was betrayed by him, led on and used. He felt nothing but a merciless need to repay the favor.<br/><br/>The wind that blew into the alley picked up the strands of his long hair, falling into his face. His grey eyes searched the alley while he tried to find any traces of the presence of a Light Spirit. And... There, he found it. Just the slightest sign of one's signature, a ribbon in the air. He'd hold onto it and follow it with deadly accuracy, springing up with surprising speed for his thin frame and heavy-looking clothes. The heels of his shoes clattered on the pavement as he ran, gesturing his companion to follow, nothing more than a flash in the air, moving faster than the eye could record.<br/><br/>The presence grew stronger. There was, however, another signature he couldn't recognize... Most likely just another accomplice of that traitor.<br/><br/>Just another piece of trash to get rid of.<br/><br/>And there it was. He could now sense it with extreme accuracy, and the spirit inside the bag of flesh and blood could, with every particle of its form, feel and recognize it. It was the one they searched for, without a doubt. As they stood before the hallway of a house, his hands slowly arose to his chest, and took the black leather gloves off.<br/><br/>It was time to get back to business.