A/N: There are so many stories in this fandom about Naruto and Dragon Slayers and Fairy Tail that I wanted to try my hand at something a little different.
Okay, maybe it's a lot different.
Story Summary: Siegrain's ultimate goal is to revive his master, the Dark Mage Zeref. But it's not easy. Seems the whole world is against him. Couldn't they just leave him alone? Of course not. Fairy Tail is always the ever present thorn in his plans. But even Fairy Tail has become the least of his worries now. A new 'hero' has emerged to try and stop him. A mysterious powerhouse from another world. They call him Naruto.
In the meantime, Kurama, still trapped in Naruto's body, has plans of his own. With the newfound ability to control Naruto's body while Naruto is asleep or unconscious, Kurama undertakes his own adventure across the lands of Fiore in his quest for freedom from the host that keeps him in check. If only this Dragon Slayer girl, Wendy, were not so annoying.
Villains of Fiore
'Life - the way it really is - is a battle
not between good and bad,
but between bad and worse'
~Joseph Brodsky
Chapter 1: Siegrain Fernandes
It seemed that life, for one Siegrain Fernandes, was one full of sneakiness. Even now, first thing in the morning, he was forced to rise covertly - or gently, rather - lest he wake the naked woman sleeping peacefully in his bed. He gave his latest conquest an appreciative grin as he all but twisted out from under the sheets. What was her name again? Reina? Rachel? He usually stayed away from the Rune Knights; for a reason he couldn't quite remember anymore, but this one with her cinnamon hair and ludicrously large chest was altogether too much to resist. Not to mention how good she was at sheathing my sword. Another sweet memory to add to his growing collection. He quickly dressed, grabbed a paper from his desk, and quietly left the room.
"You're late, Councillor Fernandes," came a sultry voice, just as the door closed behind him.
It seemed that life, for one Siegrain Fernandes, was one full of lies.
Councillor Milkovich, who always seemed to be such a bitch in the mornings, was waiting just outside of his room, arms folded beneath her own ludicrously large chest as she glared at him. Though Siegrain would never admit it to her face, Ultear Milkovich, unlike many of the others on the Magic Council, was nearly as beautiful as he was. Oh, and she was intelligent and vastly intuitive to boot. She doubtlessly knew exactly who he had been 'sparring' with in his room last night, but that didn't stop Siegrain from telling her otherwise with a straight face.
Almost cheerfully, Siegrain lifted the paper in his hand and smiled as graciously as he could manage. He imagined it was rather charming and dashing. A winning smile if there ever was one. "My apologies, Councillor Milkovich,' he said, copying her formality. "I was just preparing the notes for today's meeting and must have lost track of time."
Ultear frowned. "Is that what you were doing so loudly last night, then? Preparing notes? Perhaps you should just keep that pen of yours in your pants and let me handle the meeting notes from now on."
Now that was just uncalled for. Siegrain and Ultear each glared menacingly at the other for an awkward moment or two, neither giving even the slightest hint of backing down. Then, as quickly as it came, the moment passed and they both burst out laughing.
"When are you going to stop tormenting me in the mornings?"
"When are you going to stop sleeping with everything that moves?
Siegrain gasped, clearly affronted. "Please, I don't sleep with everything that-"
"Remember Captain Uma?"
Siegrain gagged on his own breath upon hearing the name, much to Ultear's apparent delight. Captain Uma. That's right, it was her. Captain Uma was the reason he avoided the Rune Knights. Uma was, if anything, strong, smart, and proud. Her skill in using spears and staves was a thing of grace and beauty, indeed. The Rune Knights revere her. Adore her, even. It was too bad, however, that she was bigger and more burly than most of the men she commanded. More gorilla than woman in looks. And Siegrain, just as he was blessed with a handsome face, was also cursed with the alcohol tolerance of a little girl. And so, that fateful night, one sip led to another and next thing he knew, he and Captain Uma somehow...
I'll never admit it! Siegrain coughed, recovering from the memory. Ever must he play the liar, especially when his pride was on the line. As skilled as any actor, Siegrain put on an air of casual indifference and shrugged, as if Ultear had just asked him how his day was. "Captain Uma? Doesn't ring any bells."
"Oh? Have you forgotten the love of your life already?" replied Ultear. "She still sends you letters you know? All the way from her station on the border of Pergrande."
Siegrain turned quickly and practically started sprinting down the halls towards the meeting room. He wasn't ready yet to re-open this particular wound. "I don't know what you're talking about."
But Ultear was closely on his heels. "Are you sure? She was as majestic as a Gorilla, people said. But with the heart of a maiden. Sweetness in savage form."
"Ultear, please. You don't have a clue what you're talking about."
"No?" she pressed on. "But, oh my, whats this? A letter? Addressed to none other than one Siegrain Fernandes it seems..."
Siegrain stopped dead in his tracks and turned. To his horror, Ultear was smiling as devilishly as ever, and held up a single sheet of paper of her own. "That... that can't be."
"So many letters get lost in the mail these days. And guess where they end up? Thats right, on MY desk, ever since you delegated your glorifed 'mail sorting' job to me. Intelligence, you called it? Hah! I call bullshit. But you should be thankful. At least one important letter found it's way to my desk. It's from Captain Uma, herself. Oh, and look, it's labeled as urgent. Shall I read it to you now?"
Nothing much could scare Siegrain. He was as powerful a mage as most of the Council members were, if not more so. On his way to becoming one of the respected members of the Magic Council, he had faced down his fair share of thugs and bandits, monsters and dark mages. He even faced down a real live dragon with nary a wrinkle on his face.
Yet the letter terrified him. "No! Give it here!" Siegrain demanded. He lunged at Ultear, surprised at his own ferocity. He took to her with strength. With power. His pride on the line. But Ultear was horribly faster. Mercilessly more agile. She danced gracefully around Siegrain, making him look like nothing more than a clumsy oaf, and giggled all the while.
"To my dear Siegbear," read Ultear, already barely able to stifle her laughter.
Siegrain tried again to snatch the letter from her but his grasps continued to find nothing but empty air.
"...everyday I dream about that night. Our night..."
Dammit. Wasn't he supposed to be the one in charge here? Ultear was technically his underling, after all. "Ultear, as your superior Councillor, I order you! Hand over the letter!"
She didn't even flinch, much to Siegrains anger and dismay. "...I was the dragon and you, the dashing hero, brandishing your mighty spear..."
Command didn't work. So begging, maybe? "Ultear, please! Have mercy! If the others find out, I'll never hear the end of it. I might even lose my position on the Council." The latter was unlikely, but Siegrain had to try.
But begging didn't work either, apparently. "...the battlefield was my bed. Oh, what a glorious moment it was when you slew me. The pain. The ecstacy..."
Last resort then. A bargain. "Stop! Stop! I'll do anything! Anything! Whatever you want, just name it!" Pathetic. I can't even believe it myself. To have to stoop so low. Am I not Siegrain Fernandes? Master manipulator of the Magic Council? Apparently not to Ultear.
She finally stopped and smiled. And made her terrible demands. "You'll take back your stupid 'intelligence' duty."
"Yes, yes, of course," nodded Siegrain eagerly, never keeping his eyes off the letter in Ultear's hands.
"And you'll clean my room once a week."
Clean your rooms? An odd request. "O-okay... Fair enough."
A puzzled look came upon Ultear's face. "And a foot massage after every Council meeting."
Now you`re just adding things for the sake of adding things. He had to draw the line somewhere. "Now wait just a-"
Ultear raised the letter in her hand and sucked in a breath, ready to read aloud even more of the embarrassing letter.
"Wait! Stop!" Siegrain cried out. "Alright, I understand. A foot massage. After every... meeting." Damn you, Ultear. You'll pay for this. As soon as I found out your weakness.
Ultear smiled. "Then we are agreed." A formidable one, this Ultear Milkovich. She raised the letter in her hand again and Siegrain watched as the parchment wilted and dried before his very eyes. In seconds, it crumbled into dust then disappeared forever into the air. Even her magic, Arc of Time, was not to be trifled with. "And don't even think about backing out on our deal. I've got other letters where that one came from. Your lover has quite the way with words."
"Indeed," Siegrain sighed with utmost resignation. "Indeed..."
Ultear laughed. "She even wrote a song! Can you believe it? I think I'll sing it to you after the meeting as you give me that massage. It's quite catchy. I can't wait to see the look on your face."
Was he really the master manipulator here? Or was she? Siegrain simply bowed his head in defeat as he shuffled beside Ultear on their way to the meeting room. Indeed.
A/N: Stopping here for now while I work out some of the details of my story. Tell me what you think of the idea.
