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here is my...I think 4th fairy tail story and it's about the 8th GMG. I actually have not finished this arc yet - i'm on chapter 323 so sorry in advance for misinformation or anything like that.

I think there's going to be a fair amount of GajeelxLevy in this story, and be warned, I can have quite the mouth at times so...yeah.

I actually have not fully planned out the story and I only have a vague outline of what's going to happen so suggestions are welcome from anyone; please r&r!

and so here is chapter one:

Chapter 1

Lucy

"Hey, Gajeel, are you going over to watch the Lacrima-vision tonight?" Levy asked hopefully, leaning forwards towards Gajeel.

"'Course." The Dragonslayer replied around his mouthful of iron, "Everyone else is going. Besides, I don't have proper Lacrima reception at my place."

"Why are we watching the Lacrima-vision tonight?" Lucy interjected, "And where is everyone going?"

"Oh, hi Lu-chan." Levy turned to look at her friend, "Everyone's coming over to your place tonight to watch the opening announcements for the eighth Grand Magic Games – it's being broadcasted all over Fiore. I thought you knew."

"WHAT?!" Lucy screeched, "When was is decided that everyone's coming to my house? And why didn't anyone tell me?!"

"Shrimp just did." Gajeel pointed out dryly. Lucy silenced him with a glare.

Levy shrugged. "It was Natsu's idea – he's been inviting everyone. But I look forward to see how your novel is coming along, Lu-chan. You promised I could read it, remember?"

"Yeah…" Lucy sighed. "But I thought that they weren't doing the GMG anymore since the princess gained enough magic power for her Eclipse plan last year."

"They decided to continue it just for fun." Levy explained, "Since everyone is so competitive and all."

"I hope I'm not put on the team this year; I really didn't enjoy Flare and Minerva last year." Lucy replied, growing uncomfortable with the memories. Then, "Where's Natsu? He and I need to have a little chat."

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Lucy dropped her purse at the front door and glared out at the sea of people that had invaded her living room. Happy whizzed overhead and Carla tapped her foot impatiently, rising when she spotted Lucy's entrance.

"I have one question." Lucy told the white exceed, "HOW THE HELL IS NATSU ABLE TO SLEEP THROUGH ALL THIS?!"

Indeed, the pink-haired teenager was sprawled out across Lucy's bed, his snores reaching her ears above all the clamor. Erza made her way over to Lucy, understanding the frustrated expression on her face.

"Let me handle this." Erza grinned. Lucy had a fair suspicion that she was looking forward to 'handling it.'

"Right, everybody!" Erza clapped her hands to draw attention. "Gray, put some clothes on. Wakaba, kindly do not smoke in the house. Somebody take that bottle away from Cana, and Mira don't give her anything else to drink. Pantherlily, I would appreciate if you would revert to your smaller size for space conservation. Vijeeter, stop dancing on the countertop. Elfman, if you would please separate Gajeel and Laxus before they do any real damage to each other and the house. Bickslow, keep your 'babies' under control. Alzack, Bisca, put those guns away before you blast this place apart. I see you there on the floor, Juvia, even in puddle form. You're ruining Lucy's carpet; please solidify – no, not all over Gray. And Natsu, for the love of god will you wake up!"

Within five seconds everyone was quiet and ready to further do Erza's bidding. The Knight mage smiled smugly to herself.

"There. All yours, Lucy."

"Thanks, Erza." Lucy nodded, "It's gonna be a tight squeeze with everyone in here watching the Lacrima-vision so –"

She was interrupted by Freed who had just discovered Azuka crawling into his lap. "Agh! A kid! Get it off me, quick, get it off!"

"Geez. Have a heart, Freed. How do you think Azuka feels?" Wakaba asked, arm twitching as he struggled not to reach for his pack of cigarettes.

"Uncle Freed!" Azuka cheered as she made her way to Freed's shoulders, undeterred by his lack of enthusiasm, "Grandpa Smoke!"

"Although." Wakaba sighed, "I do find it rather hard to accept that she calls me 'Grandpa.' I mean, that's putting me in Master Makarov's age range – you know how she calls him 'Grandpa Moustache', and that old man is nearly twice my age!"

"C'mon, little monkey." Bisca smiled, prying Azuka off of Freed's shoulders.

"Heehee. Mommy!"

"Quick, everybody be quiet." Somebody called out, "Here comes the Lacrima-vision."

The speaker was right. A kind of zapping sound split the air and the screen appeared.

"Good evening to the kingdom of Fiore!" the announcer's voice emanated from the Lacrima-vision. "Tonight we will celebrate the opening of the eighth Grand Magic Games; a contest to see which wizard guild is the strongest in our country. Fairy Tail from Magnolia currently holds the trophy with an astonishing comeback from seven years in the bottom spot last year." An image of Gajeel, Erza, Laxus, Gray, Juvia, and Natsu played across the screen, along with the Fairy Tail insignia. "This time around, we have new organizers for the event, which means new surprises around every corner!

"This year, the organizers saw fit to choose only five wizard guilds to participate in the Grand Magic Games. Guilds who have proven themselves worthy of competing for the top spot throughout the year. They are: Fairy Tail, Lamia Scale, Blue Pegasus, Mermaid Heel, and a new contestant, Manticore Emerald!"

"I've never heard of Manticore Emerald before." Lucy frowned, taking a seat between Natsu and Wendy. "And I'm surprised Sabertooth wasn't entered."

"They were." Makarov answered, overhearing her, "But they turned down the offer. Probably too humiliated by last year's defeat and want to wait another year to let it blow over. But I don't know Manticore Emerald either. They must have been a last-minute sub to take Saber's place."

"Aye." Happy agreed from Natsu's head.

"The rules are as follows: each aforementioned guild will send a preliminary team of five wizards to compete in the tournament. Each guild will also send five reserve members which may only be switched out for preliminary members after the assigned trial in the event of severe injury, unconsciousness, death, or any other reason that the preliminary member is unable to fight. The Grand Magic Games will begin on July first so be sure you're watching! A handbook containing further details will be sent to the masters of each of the chosen guilds and should arrive by June twenty-fifth. And now for a quick recap of last year's Grand Magic Games…"

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"Master, have you decided who will be on our team for the GMG this year?" Mirajane asked, pouring Cana another drink.

"I thought about it all last night." Makarov answered, fiddling with his moustache. The guild grew quiet, waiting for the verdict. "I've decided that for our preliminary team we will send Bickslow, Freed, Evergreen, Gildarts, and you, Mirajane."

"WHAT! NOT ME?!" Natsu glared. Makarov took no notice, just continued on.

"And for our reserve members we'll play it safe; Erza, Natsu, Gajeel, Laxus, and Gray."

"Hold up just a minute, Gramps." Laxus raised his head, "I was thinking. Last year…kinda made me feel a bit like…I dunno, a toy for the organizers to play with. A pawn in the game, y'know?"

"Eh?" Makarov asked, "Is it because you had to fight Ivan?"

"Him? Nah. That sunnuva–" then Laxus seemed to remember just whose son he was talking about. "It was more because I had to take out Jura." He shifted uncomfortably under the gaze of the entire guild. "I didn't wanna fight him…he's a good person. Good guys shouldn't fight each other…"

"You sound like a little girl." Natsu grinned after a moment.

"No…I get what he's saying." Gajeel nodded, "But that ain't gonna stop me from kicking all their asses!"

"If Laxus doesn't want to fight in the GMG, that's fine with me." Makarov looked around, "But who to send instead? Lucy, I know you don't want to do that over again; I don't blame you. Wendy, we need you all in one piece in case we have to heal somebody fast…ah, Levy. You'll do, especially if Freed gets taken out."

"M-me?" Levy asked, "Yeah sure, I'll go. That'll be cool."

"Don't just assume I'm going to get out that quickly!" Freed added his two cents indignantly.

"Nothing personal, Freed. I just have a feeling…" Makarov said quietly, "That we'll have need of our reserves. This year…I think it's going to be a tough one."

heehee I love freed in his awkwardness XD. couldn't resist sending levy in - more opportunities for GaLe c:

yeshies, I shall do my best to make this story a good one.

oh yeah and the cover image is just there because I think it looks cool...mira satan soul.

anyway, thx for reading.

~ice