Secret Agent Man
By. Fanficer21
Chapter 1
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Disclaimer: If I owned Fairy Tail, I would ship the crap out of it!
Rated: T
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Okay, so for those who may have already read 'Comfort: Dragon Slayer Style, you will really enjoy this piece of work. I had a lot of fun writing it.
Enjoy!
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Agent Salamander grabbed hold of the train ladder with one hand, his gun in the other, laughing maniacally. The rushing wind pulled at his hair and suit, threatening to yank him off the transportation. Looking behind him, he shot his gun several times.
Fifteen minutes earlier
Sent by the master of Fairy Tail Agency, to acquire a diamond bracelet that was stolen from the local museum, Salamander tracked down the man who snatched it. Sneaking into the hideout, he slinked around without a trace of his presence. Searching for it in the office room, he heard footsteps coming to the door. Hiding in the shadows of the dark room, he waited for the opportune moment to slip out of the room. Doing so, his eyes caught the glint of something shining on the man's wrist. 'This day couldn't possibly get any better', he thought to himself, grinning madly at seeing the bracelet on the man. 'Clever man for keeping it on him. Or should I say stupid.'
Hearing a growl behind him, the man jumped around, his face paling at the sight of glowing dragon-like eyes staring at him from a dark corner. "S-S-SAL-AMAN-" Salamander cut off the man's scream by knocking him out. Taking the bracelet off the man's wrist, he put it onto his own so he didn't lose it this time. After all, he was prone to losing the things he was sent out to find. Why did the old man trust him so much anyway? He would never really understand the master.
The sounds of footsteps and guns being cocked filled his ears as other men came rushing up the metal stairs. Bursting into the room, they were met with darkness, save the light of the hallway illuminating the unconscious man on the floor. Trying the light switch, the discovered it didn't work, since Salamander broke the light bulb before hiding.
"Watch your backs! Salamander's here!" One man ordered, looking into the darkness. "Sa-Salamander? I-I ain't getting involved in this! I'm out of here!" Another man fearfully stated as he backed out of the room and ran away, followed by several others.
Salamander snickered to himself atop a bookshelf beside the open door. He kept his eyes closed so they wouldn't catch sight of his glowing eyes. When the rest of the men entered the room, he kicked the door closed with his foot, chuckling, which sounded like more of a growl to the men. He jumped from his position on the bookshelf to the floor behind the men as they shot towards the ceiling. With his ability to see in the dark, Salamander took out each man with a swift kick, punch, neck pinch and more, all while laughing like a maniac and making rude comments.
There were two men left standing, Salamander was about to punch one of them senseless, until something was randomly thrown by the other. Said object being a paperweight, hit him in the back of the left shoulder, sending pain and tingles down his arm. Flying past him, the paperweight then hit the man in the chest, knocking him to the ground with an 'oomf'. Jumping around, he found the other man, delivered a swift roundhouse kick to the head before opening a window and jumping out. Little did he know that one of the men got back up and followed him outside.
Ignoring the pain in his shoulder, Salamander made his way to the rendezvous point. He was near the train station when he heard a shout followed by a gunshot near his feet. Was this guy giving him a warning shot, or did he just have a lousy aim, like the rest of the men in the hideout. The only one with good aim got him with a freakin' paperweight. Running to the station, he found a spot to hide while drawing out his gun. He shot the man in the leg when he rounded the corner, causing him to fall to the ground in pain. He didn't like to kill people.
Running up to the man, he kicked the gun out of his hand, before pistol whipping said man unconscious. Salamander was then alerted to the sound of police sirens sounding in the distance getting closer at a rapid pace.
"Awww! Not again!" He whined at the thought of having to tell the master he was reckless and the police getting involved...again. Hearing a train coming, he bolted for said transportation. The train blazed right passed the station, as if it had a mind of its own. Police cars appeared near the station, officers filing out with guns in their hands. Taking a leap of faith, Salamander jumped onto the last train car, holding the ladder in a death grip. The wind ripping at his suit coat and hair.
Suddenly the train gave a lurch, shaking on the rails. 'Whose driving this thing?' He thought as he shot the bullets coming towards him. Being an excellent marksman, he was able to see the bullets' trajectory and aim accordingly. He wasn't given the name 'Salamander' for nothing. The man fought like a dragon with his heightened senses of sight, hearing, and smell. Not only that, but also the fact that he wore dragon eyed contacts, which frightened many. They even glowed in the dark, a perk he loved about them.
The train gave another lurch before the car he was on came off the rails slightly before finding their place again, scaring the crap out of him. Thinking quickly, he climbed up the ladder and onto the top of the car. It wasn't the smartest idea, but it was his way of doing things. The wind whipped through his hair even more, threatening to pull off the black wig he wore. His father would let him have it for sure if he lost it. Preferably, he'd rather just expose his natural hair with the contacts, making him look even more dragon-like. But his father insisted on the wig, saying that people would instantly know who he was because of his pin-, I mean salmon colored hair.
The wind caught his suit coat, attempting to blow him off the train. Quickly, he ripped it off, allowing the wind to take it. He was left in his white dress shirt and black pants. The train was moving onto an overpass, surrounded by tall buildings. If he timed it right, he could safely jump onto one of the lower buildings. Getting ready to jump, a wave of nausea suddenly burst through him.
"Crap!" Was all he could squeeze out, trying not to throw up as he fell onto his stomach atop the car. His face turning green. Why did his motion sickness pills have to wear off now? Another lurch, from the car, this time much bigger, and the train derailed. Sending Salamander to fall to his supposed death below, followed by the train. Luckily for him, the train was over the river that went through the town.
Scrambling in the air, he tried to get away from the car so it wouldn't crush him into the water, his mind still plagued with motion sickness. Shaking his head to clear his senses, an idea crossed his mind. Stopping his movement, he let himself free fall until the train was almost directly above him. He would used the locomotive to jump, giving himself a little distance so he wouldn't be pulled under from the sinking train.
Grabbing hold of a window ledge, he planted his feet, surprised when his motion sickness didn't come back. Maybe it was because the train was free falling. Looking into the open window in front of him, his eyes widened at the sight a young blonde woman in a dark blue tank top and a black mini skirt sitting on the ceiling of the upside down train, stuffing items into a backpack. Who was this chick? She wasn't even freaking out about the falling train. At least no one else was on board, his ears didn't pick up any screaming.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?! THE TRAIN'S GOING TO MAKE IMPACT!" Salamander screamed sticking his head into the open window, effectively scaring the blonde, causing her to scream.
"SHUT UP! I'LL BE RIGHT THERE!" She yelled back. Wait. She was coming to him. Was she expecting him to get her off the train? Well she was pretty, and she was in danger. So he would be nice and give her a free lift.
"HURRY UP!" He shouted, looking below to see the water getting closer and closer. Looking back up, he jumped slightly. She was already halfway out the window, backpack strapped over her shoulders. Her face mere inches from his own.
"GRAB ON!" He commanded, feeling slightly awkward, yet...nice as he felt her arms wrap around his torso, grabbing the back of his dress shirt. She pressed her face against the fabric, feeling the strong, fast heartbeat beneath her cheek. She couldn't help but blush. She hadn't been this close to a man in a while, not since her ex-boyfriend, Sting.
As he pulled her out of the window, she latched her legs around his waist. The next moment, she could feel herself flying through the air. The man's arms wrapping around her back. It felt like an eternity of soaring through the air.
"HOLD YOUR BREATH!" He shouted again, breaking the wind-rushing silence. Doing as she was told, the blonde held her breath, burying her face deeper into the toned chest. An instant later, they made impact. Fearing her mouth would open and lose her precious oxygen, she pressed her lips and air filled cheeks against his chest.
Upon impact, the man kept his tight grip on the woman, despite his hurting shoulder. Closing his eyes, he protected his contacts from being ripped off from the rush of water. He'd hate to lose the contacts, especially with how expensive they were. That, and he would be a dead man for sure if the master or Erza found out.
They sunk deeper towards the water's depths, the water current disturbed by the train's impact. Opening his eyes again, Salamander saw the sinking locomotive. It's heavy body dragging itself down to the riverbed. He then checked to make sure the bracelet was still on his wrist. It was. Kicking his legs, he forced himself and the woman wrapped around him towards the surface. His lungs beginning to burn at the slow ascent. Man, this chick was heavy!
Breaking the surface, they both gasped for air, sucking in as much precious oxygen as they could. The water's surface rippled with waves from the train's fall, causing them to sway with the current. Kicking his legs again, he swam them closer to shore, with the young woman's help this time. Reaching the shore, they walked onto a small beach. Kneeling down, Salamander let go of the blonde before falling onto his back in the cool sand, his arms flopping to rest beside his head. Both breathed in more air, their chests heaving up and down along with their racing heartbeats.
Turning onto her side, the young woman blushed at the sight of her rescuer's chest now exposed through the wet fabric. The shirt clinging to the various curves and indents, only further accenting his muscled chest and abs. His dress pants clinging to his form as well. A diamond bracelet on his wrist. Looking to his face, she took in his appearance. He was a handsome man. His strong jawline, high cheekbones, perfect nose, and black hair. His eyes were closed, but she longed to see them. She'd only caught a glimpse of them earlier. From what she remembered, they looked dangerous and menacing.
Turning his face to the side, her breath hitched at the sight of his eyes when they opened. Two dark red irises with yellow surrounding reptilian, black slits. She felt as if she were looking into a dragon's eyes, sending a cold shiver to rush through her body. They had to be contacts, there was no way someone could have eyes like that naturally...right? How she longed to see what his real eyes looked like. She could feel her blush increase even more when he stared at her, taking in her features.
The blonde's awe with the eyes quickly washed away as she grew more uncomfortable. Sure this man saved her, but what were his intentions now? He could try anything on the little secluded beach. Would he try to mug her, rape her, kill her? She could take care of herself, but something about this man was just frightening.
Looking back at the man, she eyed him cautiously, getting ready to jump up and run if he tried to come at her. However, a moment later, said man just grinned broadly before facing the dark sky, laughing his head off. All previous foreboding thoughts flew out the window as she watched him. Maybe he wasn't such a bad guy. She found she liked the sound of his laugh. It wasn't too low, nor too high. But somewhere in between. She couldn't help but laugh with him.
"Man! What a ride!" Salamander cackled, pushing himself up into a sitting position. He checked his wig to make sure it was still in place, but making it appear that he was trying to get the water from his hair. "Names Salamander. What's yours?" He asked, eyeing her. The young woman sat up as well, squeezing the water from her hair. "Lucy. So you're this 'Salamander' that I keep hearing about." She replied with another blush. He looked no where near what everyone else said he was like. But she had to admit she liked this version of him so much better.
"The one and only!" He cheered as he stood up, offering his hand to Lucy. Her blush deepening more, she took his hand. Once up, she moved to stand close to him. "Well Mr. Salamander. Here is a token of my appreciation." She smiled, grabbing his face in her hands and stood on her toes to press her lips against his. A wave of heat rushed through both of them. Breaking the kiss, Lucy moved to walk away, only to be stopped by Salamander's hand grabbing her arm. Turning around, she didn't have time to question him before she was pulled into another, deeper kiss.
"Well, am I a good kisser or what!" He cheered when they broke for air. Blushing, Lucy punched him in the arm. "Not really. I've had better." She moved to walk away, this time he didn't stop her.
"Yeah, just keep telling yourself that!" He called after her, her response was to 'flip him the birdie' before running out of sight. Chuckling, he looked down to make sure he still had the bracele-
"WHAT?!" He screamed, seeing the bracelet was missing. That thieving little wench took his bracelet! He made to follow her, but the thought of his rendezvous agent maiming him for being late sent shivers down his spine. Sighing, he walked along the beach towards the rendezvous point, where he met a woman with long hair the color of scarlet.
"You're late!" She growled, extending her armored hand. Pouting at her, he gave his best puppy eyes. "You lost it didn't you!" She stated, a glare in her eyes. He nodded sadly, telling her that it was taken from him right before coming here. Fearing she would punch him into oblivion, he flinched and closed his eyes when her hand moved towards him. Dragon eyes snapped open when the armored hand rested on his right shoulder, giving a small squeeze. "You'd better get it back. The reward for that bracelet is worth more than the lost couple of missions combined." Erza said calmly.
"I will. Thank you Erza. You're the best." Salamander whispered, leaning in towards her, smirking at her blush. She wouldn't deny that the man was quite attractive, but her heart was set on another.
"You're welcome." She replied coolly, before turning towards the car, motioning for the man to get in. Salamander just groaned at the sight of said vehicle. Seeming to understand that his motion sickness pills wore off, she pulled out a bottle and threw it to him. Gratitude rushed through him. She knew him too well. Taking the pill, he got in the car and took off his wig and hair net. Snaking his fingers into the sweaty hair, he ruffled the soft, pink locks, glad to let his scalp breathe.
As soon as Erza started driving, he lay in the passenger seat, green faced and moaning until the pills took effect. The rest of the
ride home was filled with the epic account of him taking out the men at the hideout, the police, the train, and Lucy. Erza listened intently, smiling at his account. She was glad to see him carefree again, after the events of a couple years ago. He deserved to be happy. While driving, Erza reached over and ruffled his hair, earning a smile from her friend.
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