Fairy Barn
A Fairy Tail FanFic
By KillaVanilla
Disclaimer: I'll let you know when I own Fairy Tail
Current Pairing: Does there always have to be a specific pair in these things
Authors Note: Just read it already
Chapter 1: It Begins
Makarov began Monday like any other old farmer. First, he got out of bed and took a bath. After he had dried off he would get breakast, usually eggs and/or bacon. Next, he would check up on his daughter and wake her up if she had not already waken herself up. Then, he'd head to the barn and begin his daily check; collect his chicken's eggs, if they had laid any; weigh his chicken and pigs; slay what needed to be for food. When he was all finished with the barn he would move on to the stables. Makarov loved the stables but not because he liked the smell of their poop or their beautiful manes. He walked up behind a red-haired horse and began talking to it as if it were another person.
"How is my favorite horse?" The old man flirted. The horse responded by farting loudly in his face.
"Ugh, what have I been feeding you. That smells horrible!" The old man coughed and moved on to the next horse.
"Good morning, Father! I have finished with the field crops."
"Ah, good morning, Mirajane. Would you mind helping me with these horses? They're quite a hand full." He asked, gazing at the flatulent horse from before.
"Okay, but only if you clean up the pig sty because there is no way I'm touching those perverted pigs again." She said shaking her head, trying not to think about what happened last time.
"What can I say, they take after their master," he chuckled.
"Father!"
"Okay, okay..." he replied without making eye contact, trying to avoid the look.
"So, what exactly do you need help with?" she asked him.
"Huh, oh yeah. You can start by brushing Natsu. I'll go get the hay." He ran off in a hurry.
"Okay, hurry back!" She shouted after him. "Why does he always takes so long" she mumbled.
Makarov made his way to his bedroom. When he got there he stopped to rest. The old man was so out of breath he appeared as though he was about to have a heart attack. "Man, I'm getting old, but I ain't done yet!" He reached under his bead and pulled out the latest issue of Wild Weekly. He stuffed it in his pants and ran out to the barn. He forced open the door and shut it silently to ensure his dark deed was kept secret. The old pervert sat behind the chicken coupes and began flipping through the pages. "Oh! They're all so sexy, I want that one, and that one," His face got redder and redder with each page he turned. He pointed to the woman he liked and skipped over the ugly ones, if there were any. He noticed a young white-haired woman which reminded him of his daughter.
"Father?" The door opened and Mirajane walked in.
"If we're gonna get any work done today you're gonna have to show a little initiative. What's taking so long?" She lectured. Makarov scurried to the hay stack across from him and engulfed himself in the animal food.
Mirajane looked over and saw a stack of hay. "I guess I'll just do it myself." she complained. Makarov almost screamed out loud when he found himself off the ground.
"What's this?" She noticed the magazine as she made her way out. She grabbed the magazine without looking through it and put it in her pocket.
"I'm gonna have some explaining to do" Makarov thought as he was being carried away.
Mirajane brought the hay and set it down behind one of the horses. Mirajane left again to get some more hay. Makarov waited until her footsteps had faded out completely before he peered out of the haystack. "Coast's clear" he said as he crawled out of the hay stack. When he got up he wiped the hay and dust off his clothes. He stopped when suddenly, "What is this strange feeling I have? Oh no, could it be..." The poor old man looked up and found himself right behind his least favorite animal: Erza. The silver horse kicked him in his head, sending him flying across the stable.
"What did I do to deserve this..." he thought.
"Father, was that you?" It seems she heard the commotion from the barn. She noticed the small man lying in a corner.
"Erza..." he muttered, rubbing the hoof print on the left-side of his forehead.
"Finally come to do some work, Mirajane?" He said as he got up, trying to throw her off topic.
"Oh, yeah..." She said, putting her hands on her hips.
"Good, now take care of Erza, her hair is losing it's color."
"Sure thing, I'll just grab my bucket and sponge." She smiled at him just before she walked off.
"I gotta get some more red dye." He thought, gazing at the red horse.
"I bet I can get back first!" He shouted as he sprinted to his beat-up truck.
Meanwhile...
"Is the coast clear" Whisper a red-maned horse.
"Yep, the coast is clear, Natsu." Said another horse.
"You're not going to try and escape again are you?" Asked a third horse.
"Hey! I will escape, Gray!" Natsu shouted.
"Sure."
"I wi-"
"Both of you shut up, you're going to blow my cover." Interrupted Erza. She had been rolling around in hay.
"Today is the day I'm going to finally leave this boring place and become an actress.
"What cover? I can totally see you." Laughed Natsu along with Gray.
"Silence!" Erza interrupted his laughing with a kick in the rear. Gray stopped laughing immediately and started eating hay from his stable.
"So here's what we're going to do..."
To Be Continued...