I had an idea for a fanfic and I couldn't keep it in any longer. And I hit a writers block in my other story so this will help me overcome that :)
Give a young mage a home and corrupt them from the start then they'll become a loyal member of your twisted guild. In phantom lord there was one unspoken, but widely respected, rule. Don't annoy Gajeel. So what will happen when a new member decides to rebel against this rule?
Phantom had always been a shady guild, to say the least, but Gajeel didn't complain. As long as they gave him iron to eat, jobs to do and left him alone then he was fine.
The guild doors flew open, engulfing the guild in light for a few brief moments. Master Jose waltzed in, paying no heed to any of his guild members, except to one iron dragon slayer who was demolishing a plate of iron. "Gajeel." His slick, malice filled voice said, having grasped his target's attention he continued without a second thought. "We will be receiving a new guild member soon. I want you to give them their guild stamp and take care of them for a while." Gajeel only grunted in response. If anyone else had asked him to do such a thing he would have denied in a heartbeat and sent them flying through a wall for interrupting his meal, but master Jose was asking this of him, which meant it was an order. "That's great news." Jose replied with a sickening smile as he clasp his hands together. "OY! GET IN HERE!" He boomed to the guild doors.
Slowly a head snuck a peek into the guild, as soon as it caught sight of Jose and Gajeel the new-soon-to-be-member slipped into the guild and made her way to the two, but not before gaining a few perverted looks from some guild members. She gave a small bow when she reached Gajeel's table, causing a few strands of dark midnight-blue hair to come loose from her messy ponytail. "Here she is. Now Gajeel please try not to kill her, or get her killed." Jose said before disappearing to his office.
As soon as the phantom master was gone Gajeel resumed his meal of iron, but not before a small child figure sat herself opposite him and started to chew something that she had pulled from her shoulder bag. Gajeel growled, in disapproval, at her choice of where to sit. She wasn't phased by his growl and simply looked at him with stone cold eyes, whilst continuing to munch on a spoon that was griped tightly in her teeth.
The majority of onlookers lost interest soon after she had sat down and were back to the usual antics of work and staying out of everyone's way. Except one person.
One phantom lord member had taken a sudden interest in the new girl, she must be important if Gajeel was in charge of her, if he could get on her good side then he wouldn't have to worry about Gajeel... right? "Hey." He called, as he moved to stand next to her. No answer. "HEY!" He called again from her side. Gajeel sighed in annoyance, if this girl was going to attract people while he was eating then he might just kill her. The new man's own annoyance grew as she ignored him yet again. He put out a had to shake her when suddenly she stood up, slipped one of her arms under his outstretched one turned round, placed her other palm on his chest, flipped him over her petite body and slammed him into the floor. Effectively knocking him unconscious.
The force made her own, petite, body separate from the floor for a few brief seconds. She brush her hands off and sat back down, slightly facing Gajeel.
Gajeel finished his meal and strode towards the request bored. He yanked one from the bored and pocketed it, not realizing that a, certain, new, guild member was following him as he left for his mission.
After attempting (to no avail) to get rid of his "Charge" for the umpteenth time, he finally gave up and let the kid follow him. He trudged through the forest, braking and crushing the foliage that tried to block his path. Silently he hoped that the thick woodland would get rid of his "Companion" but she simply wove through the trees and branches, with a gracefulness only a little girl could have.
After a day's worth of walking Gajeel set his travel bag down in a clearing. He spotted the young girl sitting across from him, he was surprised that she hadn't spoke throughout the whole journey. Not that it bothered him, no-sir-ee, the less interaction the better. God knows the kid would probably get herself killed, soon, anyway. Barley bothering to light a fire he laid down and put his hands behind his head, hoping to get some sleep. A small rustle reminded him of the person that that had been shadowing him all day. He turned his head to see her laying out a piece of cloth to lay on, then she skipped off. He closed his eyes and tried to gain some, much needed, sleep.
She stopped about 3 miles away from Gajeel, and their temporary camp-site. She walked over to a river and started to strip. Gently, she folded her clothes, grabbed something from her, relatively small, shoulder bag and stepped into the cool water. She waded her way through the clear river, until she came to a pristine lake, complete with a small waterfall that reflected the starlight. The smooth pebbles of the river shifted and hit each other as she brought her feet over them.
She dove under the water. The crisp water made no attempt to harm her as she swam to the waterfall. She broke the surface, taking greedy gulps of air as soon as she did. The waterfall wasn't as cold as she thought it would be, she took a quick look at one of the bottles that she had grabbed from her bag. Working quickly, she squeezed a palm-full of it into her hand and rubbed it into her scalp. She rinsed it off and worked something else into her hair, diving her head under the waterfall some time later.
A loud snap echoed through the forest to her sensitive ears, and, quicker than a jack rabbit, she dove under water and swam to the other side of the waterfall. Where the noise of running water would muffle any noise she might make and hide her from prying eyes. She broke the surface, quieter than a fish weaving through water plants. Silently she hauled herself out of the water, onto the pale, and surprisingly dry, rock-like surface that was hidden behind the waterfall. Damp footprints appeared over the hard surface as she padded softly over to a small rock that hid a bundle of clothes, that she had put there a couple of weeks ago.
Her eyes widened at the sight of the dress. 'I don't remember-' she halted her thoughts as it hit her. 'Damn sisters, trying to get me to wear dresses.' She thought as she slipped into her underwear and dress. She slid a bandanna-like ribbon through the unruly locks of her hair, and tightly fastened her strappy sandals. Taking a look at her reflection she thought about a few personal touches that she could add to the soft, white dress. Looking at her solder-blade she realized that she'd have to find a way to cover up the pale insignia that the dress proudly showed off.
Settling with bandaging her shoulder, and fastening a metal ornament to her ribbon, the phantom girl made her way out from behind the waterfall. A sigh escaped her lips, as she realized that she was, indeed, alone. Realizing that whatever had startled her earlier might be back at any moment she sprinted to her shoulder bag and pelted as fast as she could back to Gajeel.
She woke him with a firm kick to the ribs. He swiftly responded with an iron pole in hers. "Fuckn' bitch, what was that for?" He grunted. Said 'fuckn' bitch' simply shrugged off his hit, pulled Gajeel up and motioned to the forest. Catching what she was trying to say he grinned as the new scents hit him. "Looks like they saved us the trouble of having to look for them." He chuckled as their clearing was invaded by countless bandits and mages. Gajeel pushed the young girl roughly to the side. "Stay out of this." He ordered as he cracked his knuckles, eager for a good fight. The dragon-slayer didn't even bother to activate his iron scales before he lunged into the mist of bandits and pummelled them senseless.
The girl watched in awe, as Gajeel Redfox took on, almost, a guild's worth of bandits and mages. Never taking her eyes off him, she grabbed a piece of paper and started to draw. Her eyebrows were knitted together in concentration, every ounce of her concentration was being poured into her picture. So much so that she almost didn't notice the bandit that had snuck up behind her. Almost. Without letting her eyes leave Gajeel or her paper, she darted her hand to her side and flung a sharp knife behind her, effectively pinning the bandit to a tree.
Not even five minuets later Gajeel had taken out the bandits and bound them together. He motioned for the girl to stay where she was while he took them to the client.
He came back about an hour or two later, slightly annoyed and frustrated at not getting a good enough fight. He felt a gentle tug at his arm, he looked down to see the young girl, he was supposed to be looking after, holding a piece of paper up. Her chest was puffed out slightly in pride.
"What?" He grunted, trying his best not to be to mean with the little one, Jose would have a go at him if he accentually killed the kid. She pouted slightly, before pointing to the paper in her hand again. On the piece of pale paper was a picture of him, Gajeel Redfox, beating up almost countless bandits. What hit him though, wasn't the detail, or the fact that someone had actually made a picture of him, but the strong metallic scent that radiated off of the parchment. He ran a rough finger across the page. "What? It's just a fuckn' picture. What you so proud about?" He scoffed. The girl's head dropped slightly at the remark, but shoved the picture in his arms and dashed to her makeshift bed.
Gajeel hastily screwed up and pocketed the picture then laid down on the other side of the fire. They both sat in silence, which was soon broken by a growl from Gajeel's stomach. There came the soft sounds of rustling and a small rose like ornament was brought to his face. At first he backed away from the intricate object, but when that damn girl looked at him with such innocence and care as she offered it to him a second time, he took the iron object in an attempt to distract himself from the urge to make that innocence drip in cold blood. He bit into the cold iron and munched loudly on it to stop himself from beating the little bitch. He wolfed down the iron treat and looked at the sickenly innocent girl in front of him.
"Name?" He demanded, the only hint that it was a question was his slightly raised eyebrow. She shifted slightly at his demand, then, she lent over and used her finger to write something in the dust for him to read.
Ana.
"Weird name." he scoffed as he laid back down to go to sleep. "If you get my way, I will kill you, by the way." He stated just moments before he fell into a deep slumber.
'Only you'd think that...' She thought as sleep finally claimed it's hold on her. 'Pops...'
DUN DUN DUUUNN! This'll only have a few chapters, and I know what I want to happen soo...
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So halve-way through this I realized that my spell check was set to English U.S! THE F*CK! So I had to change it and now I have to go through all of my stories and correct them...