She looked at herself in the dusty mirror and admired her looks. Her long cherry hair that brushed against her bandages across her chest. Her black vest that covered her tanned shoulders from her endless days of traveling. The white scarf that wrapped around her neck, almost close to choking her, as well as the feather earring in her ear.

She looked like Natsha from head to toe without one mistake.

If she didn't know it herself, then she would have been fooled by her transformation.

Her nimble fingers touched a stray piece of hair and brushed it back behind her ear.

It was time.

She turned around from the mirror and walked to the wooden door. Her own outfit was folded in the corner of the broom closet; a pile she could come back too later. Sitting next to her own clothes, was another clothed pile of furs and clothe that was too large for a woman like herself.

Plan D.

She already tried other ways, and this was her last choice. Handcuffs, locks, and potions haven't worked, and she was only left to her own bidding.

She was Mirajane the Match Maker.

Throughout the whole guild, she always had her eye for these sorts of matters. Only one couple every gotten past her radar and that was Evergreen and Elfman, but she wasn't about to yet these two go unmatched.

She wasn't going to give up on this couple, even if it's the last thing she will do; which may be the case after he gets a hold of her.
Mira saw all of the glimpses between the two and quickly turning their heads away.

Natsha was always her hardest case. She was never certain the pinky thought about love. During these moments, she looked away because others called her or something caught her attention, but after yesterday, Mira was certain.

The pink haired actually talked to the blonde without one insult or declaring a fight, like she did with the other worthy males in the guild.

The slivered hair couldn't help but giggle in excitement. Things have developed outside of her range, and now that she knew about these, she could coordinate them until the two lovebirds were together.

Even if it meant going to these lengths.

The slivered hair, which was now a pink, passed tables where other guild members dined. She wanted to go to their tables to serve them, a habit, but she was disguising herself as Natsha, the girl who rather shred blood than clean.

To make sure things went by her plans, the real Natsha was with her sister and would he allow inside of the guild after phase one went through.

Her brown eyes sifted through the crowd of mages until she sighted a familiar blonde sighing at the top of the staircase. He was leaning on the railings as his followers, the Thunder God Tribe, recounted stories and chatter.

His shoulders were covered in a fur cloth that ended past his waist. His orange eyes scanned down below, looking for anything to interesting other than Freed's tales. His scar wrinkled when he caught sight of Mirajane, or in other words, the other Natsha.

Mirajane hid her smile with her hand and pretended to yawn. She then stretched her shoulders out and acted as if Laxus wasn't watching her. She slouched her shoulders and walked past the staircase, heading back behind the counter. Her brown eyes made contact with Laxus' and she winked before leaving his sight.

That may not be the best Natsha expression she could pull off, but it was enough for right now. All that she needed was Laxus' attention which she caught.

Mira folded her arms behind her head and leaned against the shelves, waiting for the blonde to follow her back here. Even if he did not catch her meaning, he would at least be wondering what was happening and come question her.

Maybe she could declare Natsha's love throughout the whole guild? That would gain his attention, but Natsha would be littered with embarrassment if Mira's predictions were not as correct as she thought they were. She was only going this far because Natsha needed a push, off a cliff, in the romance section than anything else.

A black boot stepped out from behind the shelves and stood the rest of the body followed. Laxus stood there, his head crouched from the small space between the shelves and the barrels of ale. His arms were folded in front of his chest as he looked down on Mirajane.

"Natsha," the blonde spoke her name.

Mira gave a toothy grin. He has been fooled by her transformation. "Laxus," she stopped herself from adding san to the end of it.

"What did you want?" His eyelids fluttered every few scars; making the scar on his face budges. His headphones, planted on his ears, were turned off as he wanted to know.

She tried to act as innocent and oblivious as possible. "What do you mean?"

"You know what."

"I…looked at you?" She raised her eyebrow.

He wasn't in the mood to be playing these games. "Winked."

Her lips came together in a tight smile. "And what if I did?"

"What do you want?"

She raised her hand into the air, "You hold back whenever we fight. You stare at N-me all the time. I've seen you watching me fight. You 'talked' to Gray a few weeks ago." Mira had a whole list of things she saw Laxus doing whenever Natsha was around, but those were enough to get him to blush and look away. She, being the waitress of Fairy Tail, heard all of the gossip. One time, Gray came to the guild with two outfits on and avoided Laxus' sight for a week.

His cheeks were as red as cherries, while his whole body tensed up. He looked so close to denying everything or leaving; which she didn't want to happen. If he left, then her whole plan would be down the toilet. She had to do something before Laxus left.

"You…love me, don't you?" she asked before Laxus could start exiting.

He looked like he was a deer in the spotlight. He stopped in his tracks and looked straight into her eyes as if he saw something, someone, else. Mira felt the hairs on the back of her neck raised. Did he see through her disguise already?

The blonde was a large man with a buffed body; he could take her right now if he wanted too. She, Mira, would be at his mercy if he saw through this whole act. And there would be no escape; she was cornered in there with Laxus' body blocking the only exit. They were close to the others, but the blonde would not think about them if it got tensed.

All of these thoughts came racing through her head. She chose the worst spot to talk to him, as well as the worst way to approach it. His hands were large enough to cuff her wrists against the walls and hold her there. She would not be able to free unless she exposed herself as Mirajane and shapeshift back or into her demon form.

What would Natsha do?

Mira glazed back into Laxus eyes. She felt like those were lasers pointed right at her and melting away her defenses. Her eyes widen as an idea popped in her head. She took a step forward and touched his burning lips with her finger; to get his attention on other things.

Laxus' skin burned at the contact. His eyes shifted from her eyes to her hand; now she was in control of the situation. She would not be at his mercy.

Natsha will though.

Her eyelids fluttered as her shoulders lifted. "Met me in my house later, alright?" She winked once more with a smile. Before he could accept, or deny, the request, she stood up on her toes and touched his burning cheek with her rosy lips. "I will be there soon." With a giggle she turned around and left the blonde frozen there.

Phase 1: Completed.

Her next quest was to persuade Natsha into not smashing Laxus' face in when she arrived at her house. Or at least try to calm down. She wiped away the cold sweat on the back of her neck. These were extreme measures, even for her, but it was already too late to turn back. Laxus would be waiting, while Natsha would be loose cannon.

Mira headed back inside of the broom closest where her two sets of clothes awaited her. She gave the bigger pile a second glance, but with Laxus around, she could not exactly transform into him without people questioning why there are two Laxus.

She chose her own pile of clothing and stripped herself of the black vest, baggy shorts, bandages, and the white scarf. She was able to get Natsha's wardrobe after offering fish to a small friend. The scarf was a plain one white that she fixed with marker to look like Natsha's.

Her bare body transformed back into her own. Her skin paled while her hair returned to its original length. She held her bangs and tied it up with a rubber band. Natsha's clothes lay on the ground as she slipped her pink dress over her body. With each movement, her breasts moved without the support of a bra. Maybe she should try Natsha's tactic with the bandages.

She folded them into a pile and rested it behind the dusty mirror, along with her other clothing for fast changes. She was sure Master has found her bra, which was why it was nowhere to be found. Or, god forbids, Max did.

After she fixed herself, she clicked a button on a small watch and Lisanna's face appeared. The sliver haired girl turned to the camera and looked at her older sister. "Mira-nee!"

"Lisanna~!" she greeted back to her sister. "How…is she doing?"

"She already finished, burnt, all of the jobs we had set up." Lisanna took hold of the camera, which was planted on a similar watch as Mira's, and turned it to face the real Natsha. The pink haired girl was pacing back and forth with nothing to do; her patient was wearing. There were trees behind her, chopped into pieces as well as the path being cleared.

When Lisanna's face returned, Mira nodded her head. "I'll meet you two soon."

Blame XFireDevil23 for this, or thank her. Thanks to KaruoUchiha for looking over this. I would have posted the whole story...but...I'm embarrass to write that part.