AN: Illustrations accompany this fic. That is why this seems very short.

Fairy Tail was an exclusive Art Residence program. Artists from all across the country gathered in one place for three years to churn out work. The program was acclaimed for being responsible for training big name artists. The Dreyer's the Strauss's and even world renown artist Gildarts Clive all came from the Fairy Tail Residency.

Now Lucy Heartfilia, a photographer who had just attained her dream of joining it, stood at the doors of the impressive sculpture studio. She already went through the tour of Painting, Printmaking, Ceramics, Graphic arts, Drawing, and of course Photography. Sculpture was last on her list to visit.

For good reason.

The sculpture studio was loud. Even from upstairs, Lucy could hear the banging of metal against metal, the grinding of drills, and the screeching of something heavy being dragged across the floor. It never stopped for even a moment, the noises ringing throughout the studio, bustling and adding to the extra noise. Everyone she passed seemed unaffected by the noise, so she assumed they had grown accustomed to it.

Standing outside the large sectioned off area, Lucy spotted a sheet of paper hanging on the door. It appeared to be a set of rules for working and visiting the studio.

GAJEEL'S SCULPTURE PRO TIPS — IE: MY WORD IS LAW.

1. You are never too cool for safety goggles, a respirator, or ear protection. I don't care how fucking stupid it makes you look. Put the shit on or get out of my shop.

2. If you come in my studio with open toed shoes, I'm dropping a ball pen hammer or an anvil on your foot and watching you limp your ass to the hospital. Depends on my mood. Count on the anvil.

3. If you come in my studio in a tank top and skirt, I'm sitting you next to the welder and grinder. Burn for all I care.

4. The exacto knife points away from you dumbass.

5. In case of fire, do not get Natsu. It is safer to let the shop go up in flames.
(directly underneath this is a scribbled 'Natsu YES')

6. The foundry is not a giant litter box. Get your cats to quit shittin' in it.

7. The kiln is not a safe place to hide the kittens you think I don't know about. …Stick 'em under the sandblaster.

8. I know my 'feminine' delicacies sometimes confuse ya, but I ain't yer mother. Pick up yer damn leathers and hang 'em up when you're done with them. Otherwise I'll use 'em to line Lily's new bed under the blaster. That means quit strippin' them off when we turn our heads Fullbuster.

9. No Paint is allowed down the drains. If you wanna wash your brushes, hit up the painting studio. Not like they're doin' anything productive up there anywa—
(the rest of this has been trailed off, the writing becoming illegible)

10. If ya try to run anything through our saws that aren't styrofoam, wood, metal or cardboard, I'm running your hand through the blade. No waxes, plasters, or anything glued.

Lucy Heartfilia stared at the list and the many, many complaints/rules accumulated there. It was all very intimidating. Lucy didn't even know if she wanted to go in anymore after seeing all the potential for bodily harm. Then, under the last number, someone had hastily scrawled in an additional rule. It was done with a different ink, and it was someone other than this 'Gajeel' person.

'Natsu' if Lucy had to guess.

11. Come on in, we love to help you figure out your projects! Sculpture may rock way harder than whatever you jerks do, but we won't rub it in your face too much!

A smile worked its way over Lucy's face. She double checked to see if she was dressed appropriately and pushed the heavy metal door to Fairy Tail's sculpture studio open. The camera she carried was clutched to her chest, a smile widening over her face. Maybe this other guy wrote that rule in to soften the blow of Gajeel's list. Maybe he did it just to annoy the shop tech.

Lucy didn't know why, but she wanted to meet him.

Dragging up her bravery, Lucy stepped inside to meet the infamous Dragons of Fairy Tail.