Hello everybody, and welcome to this little project of mine! Welcome to Soul of Fire!

For those who read the previous version of this story and are confused, allow me to clarify. I was not satisfied with how the previous story was going, so I gave it much more thought and came up with a much better beginning, or at least one that I feel happier with. So please, give it a try.

I would also like to thank wh1msy for his amazing work as a beta-reader. He really helped me a lot!

Anyway, this is a Fairy Tail X Bleach crossover. This takes place before the events of Bleach and can be considered an alternate ending to Fairy Tail. Any questions, criticism, opinions and ideas you may have are welcome, so please share. And more importantly, I hope you enjoy.


Chapter 1: A Dragon's Arrival


"Acnologia! This is the end for you!" Shouting at the top of his lungs, Natsu charged at the Dragon of the Apocalypse with his fist raised high as it burned bright with power.

Seeing the younger Dragon Slayer approaching, Acnologia couldn't avoid clenching his teeth. He tried to move his body, but found the task near impossible to perform. He could barely move a single inch. He looked back at the pink-haired Dragon Slayer, and scowled as he opted to block the incoming attack rather than try to avoid it.

"You fool! Have you learned nothing?" An insane smirk was plastered on Acnologia's face, knowing full well that his body would not be frozen for much longer. "No matter how much you try, magic does not work on me!"

"As if I give a damn! As long as I take you down, I don't care about anything else!" With a fearless roar, Natsu lunged forward towards the Dragon King as he prepared to deliver his final attack. The amount of power that Natsu had accumulated was so great, it would obliterate anything that stood in its path.

Watching the reptilian fist coming closer, Acnologia was able to feel its vast power. The Dragon King had to admit, it was quite impressive. He would have probably been worried were it not for the fact that he was able to feel his own hand twitch, a clear indication that he was starting to regain control over his body.

Looking at his one remaining hand, a wide grin formed on his face. Chuckling darkly, Acnologia closed it into a tight fist. "Let's play, Dragon Slayer."


The sensation of the wind caressing his face, along with the sound of rustling leaves, were the first things Natsu's mind registered when he woke up. That, and the immense headache that he had, was enough to force a grunt of pain out of him.

He reached for his forehead, but it did little to minimize the aching. His breathing was long and heavy, and sweat ran down the side of his face. Putting his hand back at his side, he blinked as he opened his eyes. He was surprised at first, as he was greeted by the sight of a smoke-covered cloudy blue sky. Blinking a couple more times, he turned to the side and realized that he was lying on what appeared to be a small crater with a large trail leading all the way up to him.

"Where…am I?" Natsu took a sitting position as he looked at his surroundings, but this did nothing but increase his confusion. "What happened here?"

He was in what appeared to be a large open field, or at the very least, what used to be a large open field. The land was scorched and full of broken trees; not even the grass was unscathed. There was even a smoking bush, along with a lot of other things that were still on fire. Whatever happened here, the place was completely wrecked.

While he was far from being the smartest of the bunch, he knew that he wouldn't be getting any answers by lying down and doing nothing.

Natsu tried to stand up, using both of his arms as support to push himself off the ground, only to end up hissing in pain before falling back on his rear. He let out another painful groan. "D-Damn it! What the hell?" Looking for the source of the pain, his eyes traveled across the multiple wounds that covered his body, until they landed on his right arm.

It was severely burned.

"Oh... How did I forget about that?" he wondered out loud. The wound on his right arm was without a doubt very nasty: he even got a glimpse of some of the inner flesh in it. It was definitely not a pretty sight. Now that he thought about it, he realized he may have a few broken bones as well.

Zeref did quite a number on him, didn't he?

Wait, hold on… Zeref?

His process of thought halted as soon as that name came to mind, as he did not just recall the reason behind his arm's condition, but also the events that took place soon afterwards.

The war...

Alvarez...

Zeref...

Fairy Heart...

Another name came to mind. The memory of that name alone was enough to put the Dragon Slayer in a state of alert.

Acnologia!

His eyes quickly scanned his surroundings, darting left and right, looking for any sign of the Dragon of the Apocalypse, but he found none. It took him a few deep breaths, but the Dragon Slayer was able to calm himself down. He let out a sigh of relief and allowed himself to fall flat on his back in exhaustion, wanting nothing more than just to close his eyes and rest.

Feeling like this was no surprise at all. After all, fighting for numerous days non-stop as he had would surely leave anyone just as exhausted, if not even more. But he couldn't rest yet, not when he didn't even know if his friends were alright.

Clenching his fist tightly, Natsu mustered all the strength he had left and pushed himself up, grunting as he tried his best to endure the pain. He supported himself on one knee while releasing what little air he was holding in his lungs, stretching his muscles a little more as he stood back on his own two feet. Taking a deep breath, he proceeded to sniff the air with his enhanced sense of smell, searching for any trace of his friends, but the endeavor left him with no results.

"Tch, dammit!" He cursed out loud, barely able to suppress the increasing frustration at being unable to find even the smallest trace. "Where the hell are you guys?"

After a few more attempts, he was finally able to catch something. It was a human scent. Faint, but the trace was there, and judging by the high concentration of it, it had to be a settlement of some sort, not too far from himself.

"Well, I guess that's where I'll be going then," he mumbled, scratching the tip of his nose as he turned to where he would be heading to. If there really was a town nearby, then there was bound to be people as well. People who he could ask for help or perhaps even tell him where he was. "Just hold on guys, I'll see you all soon!"

...

Despite his wounds, it didn't take him long to reach the source of the scent. And must he say, he was quite surprised by what he found.

When he first smelled the scent, he had been expecting to find a town or maybe a village, but what he truly did not expect to find was an enormous settlement that was easily bigger than all of Crocus!

"Woah…" Looking in awe, Natsu couldn't help but be impressed by the sight before him. The streets were overrun with townsfolk, all of them busy dealing with their daily lives. It really was a crowded place.

He didn't fail to see that the place didn't look too great either. While the town was quite big in size and was extremely populous, it also appeared to be in a really poor state. The buildings not only looked old, but seemed like they had been given little or no care at all. And the people didn't appear to be in the best of shape either. Most of them, if not all, were living under very poor conditions. Almost no one wore clothes, and those that did had nothing but old rags.

It was a whole new experience for the Dragon Slayer. Never in all of his travels had he ever come across a town that looked this poor. At least people seemed to be doing pretty well, otherwise he would have been a little more concerned.

Walking through the busy streets with people passing around him and even bumping shoulders with him a couple of times, he noticed more than a few curious glances coming his way, probably due to his exposed injures. Other than gawking at him, the townsfolk didn't appear to care at all. Not that he really minded the stares; those were the least of his worries. He had considered asking the people around for directions, but he didn't know who to ask first.

The Dragon Slayer caught something out of the corner of his eye. It was a group of people standing on the side of the street next to an alley.

"Hmm, maybe I should ask them. They seem nice enough," he said to himself, not giving the idea much thought as he greeted them with a cheerful attitude. "Yo, guys! How's it going?"

The group directed their attention towards him. "Who's this guy?" one of them asked, taking a step forward as he gave Natsu a nasty glare. "What do you want, pinkie? You lost or something?"

"I am, actually," Natsu admitted. "Can you tell me what this town is called? Cause I really don't know."

"Well, we can help you out with that," the guy said, grinning. "But you have to give us something in exchange first."

"In exchange?" Natsu tilted his head in confusion and asked, "What do you mean?"

Giving the Dragon Slayer a wide grin, the man responded, "Your sandals, for example."

"My sandals?" Natsu questioned with a raised eyebrow, not sure of what to make of the weird request.

"Yeah, and that scarf of yours too. It can get real cold this time of year, you know?"

This statement of course earned him a dangerous look from the pinkette, of which the man was completely oblivious. "Sorry, but that's not going to happen."

The man's grin vanished in an instant, replaced by a look of irritation. "Is that so? Well then, I guess we're just going to have to take them from you. Isn't that right, boys?"

His response came in the form of chuckles, as his friends took a step forward. Some of them pulled a knife from their robes before they surrounded Natsu in a semi-circle, in a clear attempt of intimidation. "Alright pinky, give us everything you have!" demanded one of the thugs while pointing a knife at Natsu's face.

Eyeing the short weapon, Natsu turned his gaze to the one holding it before looking to the rest of the group of thugs. There were only four of them. He glanced at his wounds, knowing full well that they were rather severe, but not serious enough to threaten his life, so they shouldn't give him much trouble.

All of this information helped him reach a simple conclusion. He was going to kick these punks' asses to next Wednesday!

Another one of the thugs got closer, clearly intending to snatch Natsu's scarf from his neck. The only thing the man got was a fist smashing into his lower jaw, causing the man to be sent flying through the street where he crashed into a wall.

"What the…?" one of them yelled in shock, but did not get time to finish whatever he was about to say, as he was immediately punched in the stomach. The thug desperately gasped for air before falling face-first to the ground. It took only a few more seconds before the other two realized what had happened.

The pinkette just took out their friends.

The thug who first spoke to Natsu was able to overcome his shock and growled in anger. "Y-You bastard! I'm going to make you pay, you freak!" The man dashed towards Natsu with a knife in hand, intending to stab him. But even then, Natsu did not flinch. If anything, the Dragon Slayer appeared disappointed.

"Man, you guys sure are weak, aren't ya?"

"S-Shut up!" he yelled while swinging his knife at Natsu's neck, wanting nothing more than to end the pinkette's life!

But then it was all over.

The next thing the man knew, he was lying on the ground and looking directly at the sky with the pinkette standing above him. He was looking at the man with a deathly glare.

"Never. Try that. Again." That was the last thing the man heard before losing consciousness.

The bystanders on the street who had been watching the ordeal were left astonished by what they just witnessed, not able to believe that the muggers that had been causing so much trouble through the district for years had been handled the way they were. But it was all over before it even started, coming to an end in the blink of an eye.

"S-Stay back you freak!" Surprised by the voice, Natsu glanced over his shoulder in order to identify the source. He found himself looking straight at the last thug standing, looking back at Natsu fearfully. The man was beyond terrified.

Taking a step closer, Natsu gave the man a curious look before speaking. "What? You want to come at me too? Come on! I'm itching for a good fight!"

"M-M-Monster!" The man did the smartest thing that he could have possibly done in his situation and ran away in fear, leaving behind the unconscious bodies of his friends while screaming in terror.

"Oi! Who are you calling a monster?!" Natsu shouted back in a childish fit of anger, but the man was already too far away to hear him. Natsu allowed himself to relax by letting out a tired sigh. "Man, those guys were assholes. I mean, I bet they even..."

"GET OUT OF THE WAY!"

"Agh-! What the hell!" From out of nowhere a small body crashed into him, knocking him to the ground. "Ugh! Dammit, as if I wasn't under enough pain already..."

Holding his hurting head, Natsu tried to shake off the effects of the impact, but could not prevent himself from letting another pained groan escape his throat. He opened his eyes wondering what had hit him, but then he saw something that caused him to blink in surprise.

It was a small girl.

If Natsu had to guess, he would say that she was roughly around the same age as Wendy, only she looked much smaller by comparison. That was kind of funny, as never did he think he would meet someone smaller than his fellow Dragon Slayer.

"T-That hurt!" The black-haired girl couldn't help but loudly complain as she rubbed her head. Shaking off the dirt from his clothes, Natsu managed to stand back up before directing himself to the small girl.

"Hey there, are you alright?"

Hearing his voice was enough to cause the girl to jump in fright. She lifted her head to see who it was, only for her eyes to widen when they met with his. However, once she realized what was happening, her mouth twitched a little before she allowed herself to speak. "Y-Yeah. S-Sorry for that."

"Nah, no worry."

The Dragon Slayer smiled as helped her get back on her feet, but not before taking notice of the bag lying on the ground next to her.

He picked up the bag and was ready to hand it back to her when he caught a glimpse of what was inside. "Oh yeah, here's your…apples?" The bag was full of fresh red apples, and he could not help but be curious about it.

"Rukia!"

Hearing someone's sudden yell caused Natsu's ears to tingle in response. He and the girl turned to where the voice came from, and they were greeted by the sight of a red-haired boy running towards them from the side of the street, a bunch of other kids following soon after. All of them carried similar bags to the one the girl had.

"What the hell are you doing standing there? Run!"

The girl's eyes widened in realization. "Oh! Right!" She snatched the bag from Natsu and quickly joined the other kids.

"Oi! Hold on a second! Dammit, what's with those kids?" Natsu's words were left completely unheard, but that didn't bother him as much as seeing the distress on the kids' faces. It left Natsu wondering just what kind of problem a bunch of kids could get themselves into.

His answer came in the form of a raging old man holding a hard stick in his hand. "You little brats! You think you can steal from my stand and get away with it? I'll make you all pay!"

Natsu stayed silent as he watched the old man disappear in the direction towards the group of kids. The pinkette could not stop himself from letting out a tired sigh.

"Today really isn't my day."


This is bad! This is really, really bad! Rukia could not help but repeat those exact same words in her head over and over as she and her friends fled from the angry old man that was chasing them.

She could not say that the man's anger was not justified, as she and her friends did steal quite a number of apples from him, but it's not like they could afford them, especially at this part of the Rukongai. Everything would have gone according to plan had Renji not screwed things up for them!

While it's true that one can't feel hunger in the Soul Society, it does not mean that one can't enjoy the pleasure of tasting something sweet in their mouths.

What happened after that? Well, they were forced to grab whatever they could and make a run for it. Which brought them to their current issue.

"Over there!" Pointing to an alley on the far corner of the street, Renji was quick to turn inside. "Come on, let's go!"

Having entered an alley, it didn't take long before they realized that there was a huge wall blocking their way. "What the hell, Renji! You took us to a dead end!"

"Wh-What?! But I was sure this was the right way!"

As panic spread among the group, they began blaming each other. But luckily for them, Rukia was ready to do something about it.

Running towards the wall, she quickly threw her bag to the other side. Before anyone could question what she was doing, she spun around while holding her entwined hands in front of her. "Come on! Stop wasting time and move!"

Everyone looked at Rukia in confusion, not understanding what she wanted them to do. Renji soon caught up with her thinking. "Alright, here I go!"

With an excited grin, the redhead handed his bag to one of his friends and sprinted forward. Stepping on her hands, he used them for support to gain enough height to reach the tallest section of the wall, landing safely on the top.

"Nice, Renji! Alright, who's next?"

Soon enough everyone understood and began to follow Renji's example. It was thanks to the combined efforts of both Renji and Rukia that nearly all of them were able to get over the wall safely.

It was a simple yet efficient strategy. Rukia helped them get high enough so Renji could reach for them and pull them over. Everything was going according to plan and it would continue like that until no one but Rukia remained.

"Alright Rukia! Here, take my hand, quick!"

Nodding in response, Rukia took a few steps back with the intent of getting enough momentum to achieve a higher jump. But before she could even take the first step she felt someone forcefully grab her by the arm.

"Rukia!"

"I got you now, you little brat! I'll make sure to teach you a lesson that you'll never forget!"

Rukia flinched, knowing full well that whatever the old man was planning to do to her was going to be painful. She tried to fight back, struggling but failing to get away from the man's tight grip on her arm.

He was too strong for her to do anything other than annoy the man further. "Oh, still got some fight in you, I see. I guess I'll just have to beat it out of you!"

Seeing the man preparing to hit her, Rukia's eyes widened in fear before she closed them instinctively, bracing herself for what would surely be a painful beating. The only thing she could do was raise her other arm in front of her in a desperate attempt of blocking the incoming hit. But it never came. She waited for it to happen, expecting to feel the painful hard wood of the stick hitting her at any second, but she felt nothing.

She slowly opened one of her eyes, not wanting to make any sudden movements but also curious as to why the man was taking so long to hit her. However, what Rukia saw next caused her entire body to freeze in shock, her mouth hanging open as both of her eyes went wide in surprise.

It was that same guy that she run into earlier. The one with the pink hair. And he was holding the old man's hand in place, preventing it from getting any closer to her.

"What do you think you're doing?"

"What the...? Let go of my hand, you brat!"

Natsu completely ignored the older man's demand, choosing to give him a serious yet threateningly hard glare as he spoke. "You think beating up a little girl is alright?"

"W-What?"

The man was taken aback by the cold attitude of the pinkette, feeling himself fall under the pressure of the intense glare.

"S-She stole from me! She and-and all of her stupid little friends! If anything, I am the victim here! I am..."

Whatever else the old man had to say fell into deaf ears, as Natsu didn't even bother to continue listening, having already had enough of the old man's excuses. Natsu easily tossed him to the side as if he was nothing more than a rag doll, sending him crashing against a hard wall.

"Serves you right, old man," said Natsu with a scowl, before turning to face the girl that he had saved.

He realized that she was now looking at him with a mix of both surprise and confusion. Natsu honestly found that to be a rather odd response, but nonetheless, he didn't give it much thought and kneeled down so he could be at her level. Which was really low, by the way.

Natsu gave the girl a friendly smile. "Hey there, you okay? You ain't hurt, are you?"


Somewhere in the Human world...


He couldn't move. He didn't know why, but he couldn't.

There was an intense exhaustion taking over him, causing his muscles to feel weak and tired. He growled in anger. He had no idea where he was, but he honestly did not care.

He was aware that he must be somewhere close to a mayor human population, as his nostrils were hit by the foul smell of their race coming from all around him. It was sickening.

It was already nighttime and it was raining, but he couldn't care less about such things. He could feel the rain drops hitting his dark skin, getting his clothes wet and drenching his hair up to the point where it was starting to get heavy. But he did not care.

Glancing down at the strange chain that was attached to his chest, he could feel a strange spiritual energy coming from it, which felt quite different to the one his body was composed of ever since he got separated from his physical one.

It was strange, but not unfamiliar.

But that was not all. The other end of the chain that was connected to him seemed to have grown a mouth and was starting to eat itself, slowly getting closer and closer. He wondered, what would happen once the chain reached his body?

He would find out sooner or later. But regardless, there were other thoughts that were currently going through his mind. Between those thoughts, there was a particular one that stood out from among the rest.

It was revenge.

Revenge against the pink haired human who had humiliated him and brought him into this pathetic state.

He would have to recover his strength first, but once he does, he will hunt him down to wherever place he is hiding and he will make sure that he pays dearly. For when it comes to Acnologia, no place is safe.


CHAPTER END


Well there you go guys, my new project is finally back in action and ready to go. I hope you guys like it or at the very least are interested in knowing what is going to happen. After all, I do have a lot of things plan for this story.

Anyway, any questions or ideas you have? Don't hesitate to brought them in a review and I will answer the next chapter.

So anyway, hope you guys have a very nice day and take care! See yah!