Howdy ya'll! LadyPlague here, at your service! I'm in love with the non normal fairy tail characters and pairings so this story will be all about that! It shall be a Cobra/OC mixed with jelly levy and lisana annnnnnd I think I might have a little Gajeelxlucy or maybe even a little elfmanxlucy oooor I can do some extreme crack pairings. I haven't decided yet. The main pairing will be CobraXOC though soooooo, I hope you enjoy it.

Cobra P.O.V

I sit in the Fairy Tail master's office, a large smirk on my face as my one good idea glares at his head. His soul is just as perverted as he is. I'm not trying to listen to it, I really don't want to listen to it, but I can't help it, and I'm utterly disgusted by the sounds it makes.

"Did you know, your soul sounds like chicks get off?" I speak and let out a cackle. He is one fucked up old man.

His nose starts to trickle a little bit of blood. I just keep my smirk securely placed on my lips. "So…So why do you want to join Fairy Tale?" The old man shakes his head coming out from his stupor, and asks me firmly. It's weird really, that their isn't an ounce of hatred for me in his soul. No cries out of terror or agony, none that reveal he doesn't want me here. It's weird. I don't get it, but I won't let it show, just keep up my one eye'd glare and smirk.

"Doronbolt told me I had to join a guild in order to keep my freedom after the whole dragon thing. I figure since Cubellious is here," Markov raises an eyebrow curiously at me, he's not stupid he knows who I'm talking about. I roll my eye. "Sorry, Kinana is here, might as well join the Fairy's."

Markov nods, his soul, by the intensity and breathlessness of it's um…song…sounds happy. "Welcome to Fairy Tail Cobra, where would you like your guild mark."

What would the old man do if I said my dick? I chuckle in my head and instead say: "Side of my neck."

Markov nods and stamps me then hands me a mirror so I can see it. I nod in satisfaction, the mark is a toxic green surrounded by a barrio of poisonous purple. It honestly looks like it could poison someone if they touch it. "Come now, my child lets get you downstairs and let the guild know you're a member."

I try not to sneer when Markov calls me his child, but I can't help it. I may not be as bad as I once was, but bad habits die hard right? Plus I doubt anyone really expects me to change in the blink of an eye…well maybe Lahar does, but I could give a rats as about him.

Markov Stands at the top of the stairs and get's everyone's attention. The amount of souls calling out is a little painful, so I push it deep down, trying not to focus on any, and ignoring them the best I can. I run my hand through my Maroon hair as Markov speaks, not really paying attention until I hear my name said.

"Cobra, is now a Fairy Tail mage, please welcome him in true Fairy Tail style." As soon as he stops speaking the mages in the hall clap, stunning me slightly as I walk down the stairs. None of their souls want to do me harm; I can hear all of them, and they're singing such a forgiving song, as if they're crying out to me, letting me know it's okay.

I shake my head and try to ignore it. I don't need their pity. I can't hear the pity in their soul's it must not be loud enough, because it has to be, there doesn't it?

I spot an empty stool at the bar and make my way to it; trying not to draw attention to myself I hate the attention. Unfortunately, as I walk past some of the mages they all smile at me and congratulate me on joining. Thankfully no one touched me. I don't think I could have handled it. Not now. I've gotten better with my anxiety but, with all these people, I would have ended up killing someone, and gone right back to jail. I finally get to my stool and sit down, hoping everyone will leave me alone.

"Hi, Cobra, I'm MiraJane, but you can just call me Mira!" I happy voice says behind the counter. Something inside me tells me not to even try to listen to her soul, and to keep it out of my head as best as I can. When my inner dragon gives me advice, I know it's best to listen, so I don't even try.

I look at her and just nod. "Would you like something to drink?" She asks cheerfully. A large smile on her face. "Kinana went and got a few different type of poisons for me to put into your beverages and food, when she saw you come in here. She would have stayed to greet you but she had to run some errands for the guild." Mira explained as delicately as she could. She's being awfully kind, and explaining things I haven't even asked. It's helping my anxiety of being around so many people. Is it possible she can see it?

"When you were talking to Master, Kinana told the guild not to clutter around you to much, or to touch you. That you don't like it, and might accidently hurt someone. Thankfully team Natsu isn't here or else he would have probably already been in the infirmary, the boy is a dunce." Mira said, an extremely creepy smile spreading across her face. Kinana is no longer my snake, but she's still looking out for me, just like she always has.

If Mira is taking the time to be this kind to me, I should at least try some type of manner's for Kinana's sake…it's the least I can do for Kinana after her having been left alone for so long. A slight from permeates my face. "Thank you…Mira," I say grudgingly. I just want to be my normal asshole self. Niceties are just a pain. "Can I get a beer? You can pic my poison."

Mira nods and walks away for a few moments. I take the time to look around at the guild. I don't really see anyone that would be willing to actually talk to me. I'm pretty sure only Natsu would have the balls to do so. Not that I really mind I like being left alone. Mira comes back with my beer and smiles. "I put arsenic in it for you. You're drinks are on the house for today since you just joined."

I nod my thanks, and watch the white haired woman walks away. At least when Midnight gets here, in a few months, I'll be around someone I'm comfortable with. Besides Kinana he's my only other friend. Before I can think to much on the subject I hear it. The most beautiful soul. I look around the guild trying to find the source of the sound. It's achingly gorgeous. It's song is calling to me. I can hear it raging within, like it's been forced to hide and it finally want's to be free, to be let out and let the person who it resides in to be who they wish. The cacophony of sound coming from it sounds like an internal war, the sound of drums battling to break through the calm harmony of violins. It's a symphony of destruction and harmony. This person is at war within. They've been hiding themselves and just want to be who they are. I need to find it. The warring sounds get louder and more desperate for freedom. My eyes are still searching, but I can't find it. I can't find this soul. My own starts aching for this soul, wanting to watch the beauty of it finally breaking free. The scent of venom mixed with cherries and sugar strikes my nose and my eyes snap to the guildhall doors. There.

The doors are kicked open with a loud bang, startling the guild, causing it to go quiet as they all stare at the person who entered the guild. My eyes widen and my breathing hitches as I see the person. So beautiful. She matches her soul, the part that's trying to break free.

I can hear every one.

That's Azalea? What did she do to her hair?

I frown, what's wrong with her hair. It's beautiful. Her hair is bright green with purple tips and it's spiked into a messy Mohawk, the sides of her head buzzed down so there's only a neon green fuzz covering the sides.

She would never wear something like that. What happened to her? This isn't our sweet Azalea. She looks so different. She was only on her mission for a week. How could someone change like that? She's always so reserved and quiet.

What's wrong with what she looks like? She matches the raging of her soul perfectly and it's breath taking. Torso is clad in a tight black corset with purple and green lacing through the center. Her toned legs are being shown off by a purple and green tutu and the knee how combat boots with spikes along the toe. She's perfect. Why is everyone being so strange about her? Then I hear it and see it loud and clear. An image from within her soul shows me what she was before this mission everyone is thinking about. Her hair was long before she left and she would wear it to cover up her eyes, her gorgeous green eyes. Her body was clad in a pair of loose jeans and a long sleeve shirt. She was hiding herself. I could hear the memory of her soul it was so sad. It was crying out all the time, begging to be free. I could hear the tears in the memory of her soul, and it made me ache.

The drumming in her soul now is getting louder and faster, as if it's a war march. It's trying so hard to finally break free, and as soon as her gaze reaches the back corner of the guild, her soul finally wins. Her real soul, the one she had been hiding from everyone breaks free with a crash of thunder that was sounded by symbol crashes and the thrumming of a bass drum.

Gajeel! Her soul screams and rages the name of the iron dragon slayer, causing my eyes to widen in shock.

As soon as her eyes find Gajeel, her soul roars, trumpets are sounding the alarm and the drums are thundering with rage. She growls and runs towards the Iron dragon slayer and when she close to him, she grabs a chair that she passes raises it and swings it smashing it into his head. "You fucking twat waffle!" She screams at the slayer. My eyes widen and I let a snort slip out. I hear her soul chuckle. Did it hear me?

"What the fuck, Zal?" Gajeel rages at the petite girl. "What the fuck are you wearing? What the fuck did you do to your hair? Where the fuck is my innocent baby sister?" He continues as he stands up glaring at her. Sister? Gajeel has a sister? She's his sister?

I hear her soul rage even more. Wait…did he call her innocent? My soul cackles. I've heard her soul. I've heard it's song, and it's a warrior.

Azalea brings her fist back and punches Gajeel in the face. "How dare you?" She roars. "I don't need fucking baby sat on a mission. I can take care of myself! I need my freedom. Metalicana tought me too Gajeel!"

She's a slayer? That's when I notice her piercing's. She has them on her arms similar to Gajeel's but more delicate. She also has on through the bridge of her nose and one at the septum, similar to a bullring, along with dermals on both sides of her collarbone. Is that why she wore the clothes that hid her skin?

"You're my sister, Zal! It is my job to make sure you're safe!" Gajeel rages on. His soul is in turmoil. It's angry and swirling with guilt.

"So you sent team Natsu after me? What is wrong with you? You didn't care enough about me to take me with you when Metalicana left! Why are you trying to protect me now? Where were you when that fucking dark guild took me and forced a lacrima in me? When they forced another slayer magic on me? Where were you when my body was poisoning itself, killing me slowly while I tried to absorb the magic? Where were you then?" Her soul is in a whirlwind the music getting angrier the drums thundering harder and faster. The whole guild is watching.

"I'm trying to make up for it, Zal! I'm trying to be there now. I need to protect you!"

"I can protect myself! You made me hide my strength and who I am as a person, because you didn't like how I turned out. I can't do that anymore Gajeel! I am not your innocent little sister anymore. I am a grown woman who because of your stunt, sending Team Natsu after me, I finally realized that I can't take it anymore. I can't keep my soul suppressed any longer. Take a good hard look at me now Gajeel! This is who I am! I am Azalea Redfox, Metal and Poison Dragon slayer and my soul has finally been released from it's suppression that you forced me to put it under. Get used to it!"

She turns around and starts to walk away from Gajeel, but her eyes meet mine and she freezes. I can here her soul calm and reach out to my own. Both of our souls resonate together. Mine! Our souls scream out in union.

I can hear you. She speaks through her soul. As it reaches me my eyes widen and my breathing goes ragged. She breaks our eye contact, allowing both of us to calm ourselves. I let my normal smirk reach my lips again and watch as she makes her way towards me. The guild slowly starting to return to what they were doing before her outburst.

She takes a set next to me and I turn to look at her. Allowing myself to drink up her appearance more closely.

"Why can you hear me?" Azalea whispers softly.

"I'm a second generation, Poison Dragon Slayer." I mumble out. "The names Co…" I can't get myself to say Cobra. My soul won't let me make her call me that. It wants her to know my name, my real name, to have someone whose soul can sing my real name. It's begging me to tell her. "I'm Erik." I say softly, knowing the only reason she can hear what I said is because of her enhanced hearing.

"Your soul is beautiful, Erik." She smile's softly at me.

Azalea P.O.V

As soon as I had stepped anywhere near Fairy Tail, I could hear his soul. It was loud and wonderful, and it resonated so well with my own. I could hear the deep growls and roars within him. The suppression of his past and the music it made when he tried to allow himself to be less angry. He has so much anger within his soul. Regardless of that, the sound is beautiful, because he doesn't want to be angry, he just wants someone to accept him, regardless of his cold heart, sick sense of humor and enjoyment of others pain. He has a warrior's soul, and it screams for mine. As soon as my soul heard his, it was easier for mine to break free. The closer I got to the guild the more his soul sung to mine, the more it sung a song of passion and wisdom. It helped break the suppression I had built around my true self, my true song.

It was so hard to yell at Gajeel, when all I wanted to do was let my soul be next to his, and now here I am, siting next to a complete stranger, letting our souls sing to one another. I know what this means. I know he does to. Dragon slayers aren't supposed to mate with other slayers, it's rare for it to happen in the first place, and when it does happen, because both are feeling the bond. It's instantaneous there is no stopping it. I won't say anything. I know he won't ether. I can hear his soul begging for me, and I know mine is doing the same for him. But we'll ignore it for a while. It's how a warrior's soul works.

We'll just stick close by each other, for now. I hear him through my soul. He's right we will. The problem with a Dragon Slayer having a Dragon Slayer mate, is once it's realized, even if no mark has been made, we'll hurt the farther away we are from one another, until the pain kill's us.

"Where is Team Natsu by the way?" Erik's voice sends shivers down my spine. "If they went after you, shouldn't they be back with you?"

I chuckle. "I may or may not have secreted a small amount of nightshade from my pores. Just enough to knock them out for a few hours." I hear his soul laugh loudly the music within him blending with the dragon laugh.

"Atta girl." He speaks softly,

"When did you join?" I ask him, he obviously hadn't been here before I went on my mission.

"Today." I nod. He won't be much of a talker. I can feel his nerves still within him. His soul is still tainted with his past pain.

"You were part of Oracion Seis?" I ask quietly.

I can feel him stiffen and his soul stutters. I allow my soul to sing louder, calmer, letting it envelope his soul in safety. His body relaxes.

"I was. Midnight…my old partner, will be joining in a few months time. He has a little more to do to get released."

I nod in understanding.

I hope he isn't living to far from me, I would really rather not be in pain while I try and sleep.

I hear him snort, a smirk on his face. Well, guess he heard me.

"I don't actually have somewhere to stay yet. You can help me find a place close to you if you like."

I smile at that. "You can just stay with me, Cobra. I don't see why not. I mean neither of us actually want to mate, that's not our fault though. Warrior souls just don't like being tied down. But we can at least be friends. I'd rather you stay with me so that you aren't feeling anymore pain then you already have in your life."

His eyes widen when I mention his past. She heard my soul that deep?

"Come on Erik. I'll show you where I live." I grab his hand, feeling him tense again, but I just let my soul soothe his, and pull him off his stool, As I start to drag pull him towards the guild. A roar stops us. Damn it Gajeel.

"Oi! Cobra, where the fuck are you going with my sister? She shouldn't go anywhere where with you, and I still need to whoop her ass!" Gajeel yells across the guild, causing all the other mages to stop and stare again. I can see Levy narrow her eyes at both Cobra and I.

I'm shocked when I hear Cobra's growl, as he turns to face my brother. His purple eye narrowing, his growl getting louder. He quickly pulls me into his side one arm wrapping protectively around him.

Gajeel's eyes widen and his soul calls out in frustration. "Fuck! Cobra, really? My fucking sister? Fuck you and your fucking inner dragon and fuck your fucking soul!" Gajeel screams as he realizes what's happened. He threatened harm to a Dragon Slayers mate.

Without another word I take, Erik and drag him out of the guild. His arm is still around my waist and his growl is still going, but he's slowly calming down as I take him to my home…our home.