Author's Notes: Welcome one and all to another one of my fanfictions! This time it's Fairy Tail! And there will be tons of pairings!

This will start with Owen telling the story during the Tekken Arc of my Freedom Writers series to Aqua. Just saying, since the start goes directly to where Chapter Three of that story continues.

But a rather unique character will be starring in this one. And, just like Owen with Aqua, will fall for someone in the Fairy Tail universe! Try and guess who.

For those that are familiar with the series, here's a tip: she was once crucified on a tree and was branded with the Phantom Lord's symbol on her stomach.

Try and figure it out through the story. Enjoy!

Btw. I don't own Fairy Tail or any of it's characters.

Prologue:

Remington Hotel...

Owen covered Aqua with a blanket, smiling as he saw her look comfortable enough. "Comfy?"

She nodded. "Yes. Thank you."

He blushed. "No problem." He studied her carefully. Despite saying she felt fine, she seemed a little troubled. "What's wrong? Your headache acting up again?"

"No. It's just..."

She looked like she was hesitating. "What?"

"What were you and Alexia talking about earlier? You two left the room and it seemed serious."

"Oh, that," he mumbled. "Nothing. Just relationship problems."

"Ah..."

Silence settled in the air a bit. It wasn't the uncomfortable silence that occurs frequently. Nor was it a comfortable one.

It's like...nothing should be said.

Whether it's comfortable or not, they didn't really like silence. So she broke it.

"Owen?" she asked.

He raised his brows. "Hm?"

"Has...anyone from your organization..." she trailed off.

He blinked, expecting her to continue. "What?"

"Has anyone from your organization ever..." She twiddled her thumbs. "...fallen in love with a fictional character before?"

Now this was an unexpected question. Why did she ask that? Did she find out about his feelings for her?

"Uh...why'd you ask?"

She shook her head. "No reason. Just curious. So, has there?"

He then thought about what he and Lexia talked about earlier. "Well...there was one. It was a little while ago, actually. About two years ago."

She seemed surprised. "Really?"

"Whoa!" he jumped a little. "Calm down."

She giggled. "Sorry. But seriously? How did that work out?"

He shrugged. "Turned out pretty well, actually. Despite being from two different universes, they managed to pull through with their relationship. But it was not without difficulty."

"How long did it take for them to fall in love?"

"Jake fell in love with her the moment he met her. Levy did too, she just didn't realize it. Took her a while to."

She smiled. "So that's their names. Jake and Levy."

He chuckled. "Has a nice ring to it, doesn't it?"

"It does. So, what happened to him?"

He grinned. "Well...why don't I tell you from start to finish. His story is actually pretty interesting."

"Is that alright? I have a feeling it's gonna be a long story."

"It is. I'm fine with it, but what about you? It's gonna be pretty long so promise me you won't get bored."

She smiled. "I promise. And I doubt it would be boring."

He chuckled. "It's not, Aqua. It's not..."

Two years ago...FFWO Graduation Ceremony...

"CONGRATULATIONS!"

The people cheered as the graduates threw their hats up in the air. The whole ceremony turned into an uproar as everyone congratulated each other. They hugged, they laughed, they cried, and one fainted.

Each graduate shook hands with the Director. This is one of the few times he has ever gone out his office. It was a privilege to see him in person, let alone shake his hand.

A younger Owen Fabian stood from the audience and went up to congratulate his friends. He smiled and patted the guys on the back, whilst he hugged the girls. He was happy that all his friends made it.

"Gina! Crystal!" he called out. "Congrats! You made it!"

The two girls tackled him to the ground, hugging him tight. "We're so happy!"

"I can...see that..." he choked out. "Can't...breathe!"

They got off of him and helped him up. He dusted himself off and looked around. The other girls took notice of this.

"What is it?" Crystal asked.

"Where's Jake?"

Gina pointed to the right. "I saw him with Sammy. Apparently she had something to tell him."

Is she doing what I think she's doing? he thought.

In actuality, he had a hunch on what she wanted to tell him. She apparently had a crush on Jake ever since their first year in the academy. Owen was one of the few who knew.

"I see. Well, he's coming with us to the party right?"

"Yeah, he is."

Crystal squealed happily. "I can't believe we made it! What do you think they'll have us do first?"

"Calm down, ladies," Owen said. "You gotta take a series of tests first. They still need to learn your strong and weak points before they decide on what division they'll put you in."

"How long do you think it'll take?"

He shrugged. "Dunno. For most people it takes a couple of years. Those who exceed an average rating in the academy gets to choose their own position right away."

"And how do you know this?" Gina asked.

"That's a silly question, Gina. He's ranked fourth in the Top Five FFWO officers," Crystal said.

"Oh, right." She giggled. "My bad."

He shook his head and sighed. "I dunno why you guys talked me into participating for the Top Five, anyway. I just wanna be a Writer, that's all. No need for a signature title."

"Just want you to be more respected."

His eyes rolled. "I don't need that. I got good friends. That's enough for me."

"Owen!" a voice called out from behind.

They all turned to the direction of the voice. They smiled as they saw a familiar face running to them.

"Jake!" Owen called out.

Jacob "Jake" Reynolds. A friend and comrade of Owen, Gina and Crystal. He appears to have taken off his graduation robe and cap.

He had very slight tan skin, blue eyes and medium length hair. His body was apparently well-built for his age. Almost like Taylor Lautner.

He wore a black long sleeved button up shirt, black Laguna beach jeans, and black and white sneakers.

He finally caught up to them and grinned. "We still going to the party?"

"Yep!" we all said.

"Oh yeah, what happened with Sammy?" Gina asked.

His smile disappeared and he shook his head. "I turned her down."

"What?"

Crystal stepped forward. "Why? She's nice!"

"Yeah, I know," he said. "But I just don't feel that way about her. We're not even that close."

"Well, if you say so."

"Hey, come on! Let's not ruin the mood here. Let's head over to the party."

Owen laughed. "Alright! Let's go!"

Later that night...Ocean Side Beach Resort...

All the graduates and their friends partied hard at the resort. They drank, danced, swam, and everything else that was possible to do there. It was pretty wild.

Owen and Jake stumbled out of the crowd with a few drinks in hand and walked over to Gina and Crystal. "Okay, one Boilermaker for Crystal. And one Porchcrawler for Gina."

They smiled as they gave them their drinks. "Thanks!"

Owen held up his own cocktail. "A toast to the new generation of Fan Fiction Writers!"

Jake raised his own. "May we make the best stories for years to come!"

"Here, here!" they all cheered and downed their drinks.

Jake nearly spit his own out and coughed. "What is this?"

"A Flaming Dr. Pepper," Owen replied. "Don't like the taste?"

"My first time drinking alcohol."

He chuckled. "Maybe you should stick to something lighter. I'll get you a lager."

"No, it's okay. I'll get used to this."

Gina patted his back. "Don't push yourself."

He nodded. "I won't."

"I still can't believe we made it!" Crystal squealed.

"Yeah, you've been saying that like five times today," Owen mumbled.

"Sorry, but I just can't believe we made it!"

"...Six times."

Gina tapped his shoulder. "Hey, after the party we should totally go out in the town!"

He cringed. "I dunno, Gina. I mean, I got work tomorrow. I really can't stay out too late. I can stay for the party but-"

"Fabian," someone called from behind.

They all turned to see the Director standing before them. They were silent for a moment. That is until they came to their senses and got up to salute.

"SIR!" they all saluted.

He waved his hand. "No need for that. We're in a party, so it's okay to drop any honorifics. Call be by my real name."

"Uh..." Gina muttered.

"Your real name, sir?" Jake asked.

He nodded. "Yep. Don't tell me you don't know my name."

"What?"

"No!"

"Of course we do!"

"What makes you think we don't know?"

He crossed his arms. "So...what's my name?"

Owen scoffed. "You don't know your own name, Don?"

"It's Ron."

"Dammit, so close!"

He laughed. "Anyway, Fabian, it's alright if you stay out late. I can give everyone else at work a day off tomorrow. However..." He looked at Jake. "Reynolds, I would like you and Owen to briefly come over to my office tomorrow morning."

Jake blinked twice. "Me?"

"Him?" Owen asked.

He nodded. "Yes. I'll explain the details tomorrow. It wouldn't take long so you can get on with the rest of your day. Tonight is a night to celebrate so you should enjoy it. Go out in the town if you want."

"What about you, Ron?" Crystal asked.

She's actually using his real name! the other three thought.

"I have to get back to the office later. Being the Director of one of the most powerful organizations in the world offers little rest, even on special occasions. We've been flooded with a lot of requests lately, so I have to sort them out."

"Don't strain yourself," Owen said.

He laughed. "I won't. Take care, guys. I have to meet with a few people before leaving."

"Good night, sir!" And with that, he took off. The experienced Writer let out a breath of relief and laughed. "Man, that was tense!"

"Not used to being so informal with him?" Gina asked.

"Yeah! I don't think I can ever call him by his real name."

Crystal quirked a brow. "What's so hard about saying 'Ron'?"

She really has no humility! they thought once more.

An hour later...

Jake leaned on the balcony of the villa he and the others were staying at. He was staring out into the vast horizon of sea and sky. Stars had spread throughout the night sky, a beautiful sight like a painting made by Monet himself.

He sighed and closed his eyes. So many things had happened. He felt tired, yet excited.

He couldn't wait to get started with work. But he didn't even know what division he was gonna be put in. He darn well hope it wouldn't be in Intelligence.

That was more of a fort for Crystal and Gina.

He felt something cold and wet press against his cheek. He opened his eyes and looked to his right. Owen had pressed a bottle of beer on his cheek.

"Mind if I join you?" he asked.

Jake laughed and took the beer. "In anime it's usually the opposite sex that presses the drink against one's cheek."

He shrugged. "The girls are already asleep. I'm all you got, pal."

They both shared a laugh and went silent. Jake stared back into the horizon, Owen soon copied him. It was views like these that were quite rare nowadays.

The world has become a scary place. You can't help but feel uneasy whenever you're alone. But if you have friends, you barely notice the dangers.

"I finally did it," the younger teen whispered.

"I'm proud of you, Jake," Owen said, nudging his arm. "I'm sure you'll make a great Writer."

"Do you really think I'll do any good Fan Fictions?"

"I know you will. It may start out a little rough, but as you go on it will smooth up. When I first started Writing, I had very little confidence and nearly screwed up. But I got better and stronger. It comes with time, Jake. I'm sure you'll be an incredible Writer someday."

He smiled. "Thanks." He took a gulp of his drink and sighed. "What do you think the Director needs us for tomorrow?"

The Writer shrugged. "Dunno. Maybe it's a job."

A laugh escaped his lips. "Yeah! Right! It's still too early!"

"You'll never know!"

"I doubt it's a job."

The next morning...Director's Office...

"The reason why I called you two here is that I've got a job for you both," Director said.

"Wow, you were right," Jake mumbled.

Owen chuckled. "What's the job, sir?"

"A large fan circle of the anime/manga series Fairy Tail had just sent us a request to create multiple pairings," he explained. "The pairings they desire are Natsu/Lisanna, Gray/Lluvia and Erza/Lucy. Some had requested Erza/Jellal and Lucy/Loki. But I think a yuri pairing harbors more popularity."

"Amen," they both said.

"Anyway, the reward will be about $420,000,000 in cash."

Jake nearly lost his balance. "You're kidding me!"

"I am not. They're willing to pay that much for us to create an AU to their liking. They're quite a popular group, actually. They've made tons of cash just by selling their own doujinshi in Comiket."

"As long as they're paying and we're working, I don't care much about who they are," Owen said. He looked over to his young friend. "Well Jake, wanna Write your first story?"

He blinked. "But I thought we were supposed to undergo some division tests before we are assigned to a position..."

The Director laughed. "Jacob, you're the strongest student among all the graduates. We've reviewed your grades and class standing and saw that you needn't take any of those tests. We're putting you into Junior A-Writer."

His eyes widened. "Junior A? That's like one step closer to-"

"Owen's rank, yes."

He didn't know what was going on. He had no idea how he managed to get a position one rank under Owen's. He knew, though, that he needed to sit down.

"I need to sit down."

In the blink of an eye, Owen had pushed a chair towards him just before he could fall. His ass landed on the soft cushion of the seat and he sunk slowly into it. It was too soft.

"You okay?" he asked.

Jake nodded. "Yeah. A little shocked, but I'm alright."

"Why is this such a shock to you? You've seen your own grades, right? You should know that you have what it takes to surpass even me."

"No, that's over-exaggerating."

He sighed and smiled. "But isn't this great? You finally have a chance to show off your talents! And what's more in one of your favorite series!"

'Ron' leaned back on his chair. "I'm giving you an opportunity to be one of the few graduates in the history of FFWO to start right after his own graduation. Plus you get to start right away. I know how much you wanted to do this job, and with your skills I can see promise." He gave him one of his winning smiles. "Will you consider accepting this job?"

What should he do? This was so sudden! How can he deal with being offered a huge job a day after his graduation?

He felt happy. Ecstatic. But he also felt bad.

What would Gina and Crystal think? Would they congratulate him? Would they get mad and ask why he was able to start right away without having to go through those tests?

"Gina and Crystal would be proud, Jake," Owen said, snapping him out of his thoughts. "You were thinking about them, were ya? Don't worry, I'm sure they'll be happy to hear you've been offered a job as early as now. They're good sports. So rest easy."

Can he read minds now? he thought. "Do you really think I should?"

He nodded. "I'm positive."

"Owen will be accompanying you anyway, Reynolds," the Director said. "He'll be assisting you since it's your first mission. Think of him as a chaperone, only he's not an adult."

The said Writer had to laugh at that. "I see. So I'm an escort now! See, Jake? We'll be partners on your first mission!"

He did have a point. He was one of the most skilled Writers in the organization. And he was gonna be with him on his first mission.

What was there to worry about, then? Should he still turn down an offer like this out of fear and uneasiness? Heck, no!

He sighed and nodded. "Fine. I'll do it."

The Director smiled. "You will leave tomorrow morning. Your locker key will be given to you by then. Your gear and mission credits will be available in your locker. After changing into your gear, you will proceed to the armory to choose your own weapon. Be it projectile or melee, you will choose what suits you best. Once you're done with mission preparations, proceed here so that I would brief you."

"Should I teach him how to do the portal hand sign?" Owen asked.

Jake shook his head. "Don't worry, I know how. I covered it up in my third year, remember?"

Their boss picked up his pen and wrote his signature on a piece of paper. "This paper is a permission slip that you need to keep at all times in order for you to legally create your own Alternate Universe for any of the worlds that you will deal with. Do not lose this, for this is your ticket to create any AU's anytime." He handed them the paper. "That will be all. You can get on with your day, though I advise that you start packing. I feel this will be a rather long mission."

"How long?"

He shrugged. "A little around a year or so."

His jaw dropped. "Are you serious?"

"Have fun!"

"Come on, Jake," Owen said as he pulled the stuttering teen out of the room.

This was gonna be interesting...

The next day...FFWO Headquarters...Locker Room...

"204...204...204..." Jake muttered as he browsed through the row of lockers. After getting his locker key he began to search for it. He was told his gear would be inside, and he wanted to change into it right away. "204! Here it is!"

He inserted the key into the lock and turned it. He opened the locker and found a high collar black zipper shirt without sleeves hanging on a hanger, a pair of black not too baggy cargo pants folded up on the floor of the locker, and a pair of black Propet Alpine Walker boots. Basically everything was black.

"These guys just love black in their uniform," he mumbled.

Ten minutes later...

Owen walked into the locker room, apparently already dressed up in his gear. He had come an hour earlier, awaiting Jake's arrival while eating a late breakfast. He had rushed over to his sister's place because she asked if she could get a souvenir when he gets back.

I won't be back for a while, though, he thought. As he made his way to Jake's locker, he found the man himself and smiled. "Well, look at you, all dressed up."

He turned around, revealing his front. It had fit him rather nicely, almost as if it was made for him. It was quite similar to what Owen was wearing, albeit having a few more accessories.

Owen was wearing a black sleeveless hooded jacket, a pair of black cargo pants, and the same boots as Jake's. On both his hands were black fingerless gloves, and a silver necklace with a small moon chained to it around his neck. Their designs are similar, but Jake still lacked the added accessories he had.

"Is it to your liking?"

Jake smiled and nodded. "Yeah. This feels nice. Lacks something, though."

He tilted his head to the side. "What?"

"I don't got gloves like you. I need an accessory for at least one hand."

Owen chuckled and dug into his pocket. "If that's it, then here." He tossed what appears to be a wristband to him. As he caught it, the older teen crossed his arms. "Happy graduation."

He looked at the wrist accessory. It was plain black with the organization's emblem sewn into it with red thread. He made a toothy smile and shook his head.

"No way!" he laughed.

"Way. You always said you wanted one of those, despite how insanely expensive those were to non-official members of the org. Now that you're an official Writer, you can get these for free."

"Thanks!" He quickly put it on and did a proud pose. "How do I look?"

He grinned. "Ready."

Armory...

"Owen! What brings you to my office?" Chuck, the manager of the armory, greeted.

He smiled and shook his hand. "I'm here for business, Chuck." He pushed the younger Writer forward. "You remember Jake, right?"

A nod. "Hell yeah, I do! He was able to reach Level Nine of the Bloody Palace simulation!"

Jake waved. "Heya."

"So, you finally made it! Congratulations!"

"Thank you, sir."

He waved his hand. "Please, call me Chuck."

Owen put a hand on Jake's shoulder. "Jake here has already been assigned to a mission by the Director himself. We are leaving today and are hoping to find him a weapon he likes."

His smile only grew. "No shit? Damn, son! Well, it ain't no surprise! Seeing as how you nearly broke Owen's record in the simulation!"

"Go on, Jake. Take a look around."

He nodded and did so. He browsed through the large selection of weapons. From guns to swords, from shurikens to brass knuckles, he looked through them all. And one particular sword caught his eye.

"What's this?" he asked, touching the blade.

This sword had a peculiar design. Its blade was slightly curved, the tip going upwards. The handle was made of steel and had a hand guard.

Chuck walked over to him with a smile. "You got a good eye, Jacob. This here is new, just finished making it the other day. I call it the Kettenblatt. It's German for 'Chain Blade'."

"Chain Blade," he echoed. "Why'd you call it that?"

"See these lines on the blade?" He pointed. "The blade is actually made of smaller ones attached to a chain within. On the handle there is a button that will allow you to release the chain and turn it into a bladed whip. Very useful against crowds. And the chain's quite long, so if you need to leap a huge gap you can go all Indiana Jones."

Jake took the blade in his hand and studied it for a second. Before doing a few practice swings, in a safe distance from the other two of course, he pressed the button and released the chain. He smiled and nodded before doing a few more swings, the blade now moving like a whip.

"This, I like."

"Just release the button and the chain will instantly coil back into a sword."

And he did. "Too awesome. Think I can have it?"

He laughed. "It's yours to keep! I already got blueprints on how to make it already, so I can just make some more. I needed an opinion of a professional swordsman before I could mass-produce it."

"I'm no pro, though."

Owen stepped forward. "You are to me. Wanna get a sidearm? It could be pretty useful if your weapon gets knocked out of your hand."

He turned around. "Sure. What do you recommend?"

A few minutes later...Director's Office...

Owen and Jake now sat in front of the Director after getting all the necessary requirements for the mission. With their weapons, mission credits, and other essential luggage packed up, they were ready to begin their briefing before heading out. Hopefully 'Ron' wouldn't keep them too long.

"We're all packed and ready to go sir," Owen said.

He nodded. "I can see that. But before you do, I should brief you two on the mission details."

"Yes, sir."

"Alright. Now, as you both already know this mission will be in an Alternate Universe of Fairy Tail. Your target pairings are Natsu/Lisanna, Gray/Lluvia, and Erza/Lucy. Do whatever means necessary to pair them up. You may interact with the characters as much as you like, you can even ask them to aid you in pairing them, you can even have some days off to hang out with them. You can even become a part of their guild and take on any missions they post in their bulletin board. Just don't forget your real mission. You can even change some events in any story arcs that occur in the plot. Make your work creative since they're paying us a lot to do a good job. They will put this story down on paper as soon as it's done and sell it in the next Comiket. They're counting on us, so do not let them down." He cleared his throat and took a sip of his water. "Any questions?"

Jake raised his hand. "I do." He gestured him to continue. "Were you serious about thinking this mission could last about a year?"

"Making one pairing takes a while. Imagine multiple pairings. You need to look out for any opportunities to bring them closer. These things take time, so I do hope you're patient enough."

"Yes, sir."

"Good." He then clapped his hands together. "Well, that's it for the briefing! Time for you to go!"

He blinked. "Huh? That was briefing? It barely lasted three minutes."

"I like to keep these things short. If I ramble on, I'll put people to sleep. You two say goodbye to your friends and family yet?" They nodded. "Good. You got your PDA's with you, so don't hesitate to contact anyone. Just make sure you do it in private. If anyone does see you use them though, tell them it's a device from your own world."

"Oh, so we're allowed to tell them that much?" Owen asked. "To tell them we're from another world?"

He nodded. "That is correct. Anything is possible in the world of Fairy Tail, so take advantage of that fact."

"Will do."

"Good luck."

They both stood up and saluted. "Thank you, sir."

Owen then did a hand sign facing the door. "Ka!" A portal emitting bright blue light opened up. He turned to Jake. "Nervous?"

He nodded. "A bit. But also excited."

"I have faith in you, Jacob," the Director said. "Knock 'em dead."

He looked back and smiled. "Thank you."

And with that, the two Writers entered the portal. The Director said a silent prayer as the portal closed behind them. He had confidence in them, but it didn't hurt to make a little wish for them.

To be continued...