Disclaimer: As always, the characters are not of my own invention and belong to Hiro Mashima.

Author's notes: I've made a few changes to this story. As requested by a reader, I will tone down my vocabulary. However, I do confess I have a strange attraction to beautiful and large words. So if I do use them, I will try to include a definition in parenthesis.

Also, I've decided to add a few more characters to this rp that I've deemed relevant to the content. I'll be introducing…5 more in the next chapter, and the real plot will begin.

The story does start out a bit perverse, but it is actually a serious one once you get into the brunt of it. Please review if you can, any help, tips, advice, or suggestions will be appreciated.

Now, I present to you-

Tales of a Dragon Slayer Love Thief: The Angel's Paint!

"I love you…I love you…" The maddened soul cried out repetitiously as his fingers slew the canvas with intricate lines of colors. Explosions of hues and lavish details done precisely as possible to near subatomic levels rendered his unprecedented genius closer to insanity than Godliness. Was this not the true nature of a genius? Delving past the point of physical exhaustion. His voracious (gluttonous) appetite went insatiated for days on end. The rotting artist was held prisoner by the greatest work of his lifetime. The residual magic of feelings, of memories, thoughts, trapped in the enchantment of bewitched liquids and implausible love. He had died…Which is why it should come as no surprise to you my dear reader…upon the snoopy neighbor's misadventure into the studio, a blood curdling scream was audible.

Dead men don't paint.

The morning had dawned and a wizard set off for a confrontation. Barging through the doors of the Fairy Tail Guild Hall at an unthinkable hour was the Lightning Dragon Slayer, Laxus Dreyar. The purpose of this visit was that the vacated premise would be inhabited by Fairy Tail's resident manager–––Mirajane Strauss. This confrontation had been born out of necessity from the cruel tactics she employed to humiliate him. As he approached the bar stool with the blank look of apathy upon his face she was certain to know what would come.

"Good morning, Laxus! You're here early." It was apparent she did not.

The atmosphere around her buzzed with optimism backed by an ever present smile painted on her lips. "Oi. Shut it, woman. What the hell was yesterday?" He had been opposed to creating friction and rising tensions among the guild as of late, but her inexcusable actions of luring him into a one sided trap where he served as the personal entertainment on a child's birthday required viable explaining

"Oh that…" Her slender finger rose its way upon her lip, curiously looking upwards to think a way out of this conversation. "Well, for a girl who came back covered in bruises she was in awfully good mood…so you couldn't have been that bad."

Laxus's serpentine optics narrowed to glance upon hers. Clearly he was enraged by her evasive anecdotal–––it gave little insight to the rationalization of choosing him to be a babysitter for Wendy Marvell! Indicating his displeasure was the upturning of his lips. She giggled. It had been quite some time he really took notice of Mirajane Strauss as she was, rather than just some bar maid. The stark changes in her personality prior to Lisanna's complex death rendered her an entirely different woman. The unscrupulous teenager blossomed into an unfettered spirit whose tattered guise had just begun to weave together once again.

Mirajane rested her bent elbows upon the bar table. Her fingers locked her cheeks in a cradle as she affectionately moved mere inches away from the blonde's handsome visage. "You know, the town labeled Wendy, Carla, and Happy as heroes for saving the bank. You really aren't…a bad person. If you stopped scowling so much…" She then moved the digits of her left hand to pinch his cheeks, stretching them outward. "Maybe you'd get a date!" The soft string of giggles that followed suit, though feckless (powerless) carried a tacit insult. He then proceeded to bark, "I get plenty!"

She merely responded with that trademarked giggle before attempting to ease his rising tension with a disarming smile. "Laxus. I'm really happy things turned out the way they did." The soft expulsion of her breath caressed unto his hanging lip, such warmth was clearly a magical form of seduction under her employ. "I promised you a kiss."

A small reward, but one he intended to reap the benefits of. Oh, the many ways he could have toyed with Mirajane Strauss's tongue, in intertwining saliva and perverse motions…

The mere centimeters separating them snipped at the spans of years between the pair, whereupon an antagonistic relationship characterized by his lecherous intentions and her downright demonic repudiation (rejection) had marked their only exchanged communications. She immediately retracted her form from his personal space.

"Hee hee. Did you really think I was going to kiss you?" Mira tilted her head to the side, widening the expanse of her smile as his armed scowl returned upon his visage. Instead she blew him a kiss. "Actually…I wanted to…spend the night with you! You see…hmm…Wendy was really moved! So tonight…let's say…8!" She nodded her head passionately, hastening her pace as she kept going without regard for his answer. The myriad of meanings and connotations a shared night provided him ran the gamut (range) of a player: dinner, potentially sex, hopefully sex, probably sex.

"At the museum! It's actually a job I needed some help with."

And the hopes suddenly became a more laborious task to realize.

Regardless, the potential to score tonight was evident by the fact she gravitated towards him in an affectionate manner. Perhaps even sexual proclivities between him and one of Fairy Tail's bustiest pinups would develop–––an inevitable thought. Mirajane, he believed would be an easy target for seduction and sexual exploitation given her compliancy. "Ah ha ha HA," the arrogant laughter burst forth and evoked a quizzical glance from his fellow S-Class.

Laxus's auspicious (favorable) guffawing (laughter) had indicated her plan would come to fruition. What that plan was however, would unfold unprecedented events for a collective group of wizards. With his conclusion satisfied to his lascivious (feelings of sexual desire) tastes he left the guild hall with a smug grin plastered unto his mug.

The day unfolded itself as one would expect for Laxus: monotonous. The missions were opulent in number and platitudinous (boring) in challenge. An uprising of Vulcans. Yet another Dark Guild terrorizing some nearby pastoral municipality (town). Picking off a Wyvern to allow the undisturbed growth of legendary flowers. Such was the nature of his quests so often that they were repetitious tasks that expended little to no effort from a wizard of his caliber. The hours passed on sluggishly till his date with destiny. In the past most women were either attracted to him through the vivifying effects of booze, the seduction of a powerful man, or through the unadulterated whims of the once vilified machinist.

Hands of the clock merged upon the numeral of 8 and so set off the wizard. Laxus donned unaccustomed garbs, a fitted English-cut suit of inky black, accented with a matching black bow tie nestled underneath the collar of a formal white shirt. The post lights of the city that lined the cobblestone walkways emanated in full luster as his casual gait drew the attentive gazes of wandering Fairy Tail wizards and young hearts alike. Laxus attributed the idle banter to his formally styled steel tipped shoes, which upon taking a step forward resonated with the heavy thuds of a warmonger. Those accustomed to his reputation struggled to hoist their jaws from the street. Those unaware of whom he was blushed and looked on in envy as he charted his pathway towards Magnolia's premier museum: Musée d'Fleurs.

"Laxus! Haha!" Mira's voice ascended in pitch to achieve that annoying high squeal she customarily spoke with. A light shade of blush flushed her cheeks as her partner's full appearance came into focus.

"What exactly is the job here?" His question came as his glance ogled her figure that was clad in a scarlet summer dress. Its striking feature was a large cream colored bow that lay supplanted on the right side of her waist. "Laxus, you look so nice!" Her resplendent smile flashed across her innocent visage.

That was the moment he had come to realize the depravity of her request this morning. After leaning in extensively Laxus peered into her eye…separating their faces by mere inches. "Mira…why did you avoid my question?" Horizontal lines and hues of black streamed his face–––he had turned into some kind of yakuza (member of Japanese crime syndicates, engages in drug trades, exploitation of women, human trafficking, murder, in stylishly cut suits).

"COOOOOOOOOOOLLLLL!" The trenchant (vigorous or sharp in expression or style) words espoused from Fiore's most notorious reputation wrecker––––Jason of Sorcerer Weekly! His gesticulations could have been mistaken for one prostrating themselves before Buddha. "Mirajane! And Laxus. Together! COOOOOLLL!" It continued to drill his ears, the flow of the words that sounded so acrid once belched by this bird brained fool. In sequence came the redundant flashing of his camera. Each explosion of light brought hope–––a treasure trove of high resolution shots for exploitation. "Hi Jason!" The excitement conveyed in her voice seemed more enthused than her greeting of the man she so easily played.

"It's–––It's–––It's Laxus!" Though the events of the Fighting Festival had concluded, Reedus was still frightened of the Lightning wizard. Perhaps this would be an opportunity to allay (relieve) his fear and foster friendship with the Dragon Slayer. Despite this resolve he opted to hide behind the equally slender frame of Vijeeter Ecor, Fairy Tail's resident practitioner of Dance Magic.

"Hey! You guys," Mira immediately noticed them. As there was no presentable opportunity of escape they walked towards the trio. There was clear hesitance in Reedus but he opted to make the best of this. "I didn't know you guys were going to be here too," she smiled.

"Mira, don't you know?" Vijeeter's slender legs went en point, the left foot placed upon the knee of the right. With a prolific (fruitful) amount of force backing him he began to pirouette. Amused by the trivial, Mira immediately applauded his demonstration. "Oui! Our magic is closely tied to the arts," explained Reedus. He clawed into his afro and pulled out his magical palette. "We're really into this kind of thing!"

"You see, Laxus." Mira's smiling face turned to face him. "The truth is, I was hired to promote this exhibition with Jenny. They wanted us to bring in more customers. Well it got out of hand and ticket sales sky rocketed, so we were told to bring a body guard in case fans got a little too rowdy. Hee hee."

The Dragon Slayer's eyes narrowed in a peevish manner. With his back turned to her be began to walk away, jostled only by her comical justifications. "Laxus, I really wanted to spend time with you." His walk continued forward. "I wanted to catch up, to hear about your adventures while you were away. Hee hee" Her smile withstood his spurning. Yet she grew weary of ineffective means.

"And about Happy!" Laxus halted his advancement to face her. Mira had resorted to extortion as a means to keep him there. If the story was exposed, that he spent a day dressed as an exuberant Exceed, reciting the phrases of "aye" and encouragement–––what intimidation he had would be dragged through the mud. Loathsomely he marched in her direction with the company of the others.

"Tch," he scoffed. "Mira, that she devil magic of yours really suits you."

She gently elbowed his arm. "Laxus, you're such a sweet guy ya know." His brow furrowed at her strange sentiment, a crackle of lightning manifesting along his knuckle to indicate the mounting aggression.

And thus, they walked into the future.