Hello, Hi, I am the author, this is just a little note. If you didn't read my summary, this is my first time writing, like anything at all. Especially fanfic. I don't know if I'm good or not, but suggestions and (gentle please lol) critique are always welcome. Right now, I only have 3 chapters uploaded and so far that's what I've written, but I was thinking about including a lemon later, as the relationship develops on, but right now, I'm not even at chapter 4 as I write this, and nothing interesting has happened so yeah. It used to have a rated M thing in case of lemon, but right now you guys are safe so I changed it to T, and I'll probably go ahead and write a warning if the lemon chapter ever comes. I'm also reaaallly nervous posting this, but okay. So, yes, thank you so much for reading this and reading my story in general and have a good day. (-:

Chapter 1

It was another normal day at the Fairy Tail guild. A stranger upon arriving would have seen a rowdy bunch of people, fighting and drinking, yelling and playing games. But to those who knew the guild, all they saw was their family, laughing and remaining ever vigilant and happy. Some of the members were different than the most, preferring their solitude to the company of a lot of the other members; others liked the opposite. The whole guild was full of ever unique mages and wizards, all characteristic of themselves.

Levy McGarden, the solid script mage with blue hair flowing down to her shoulders messily held up by her yellow-orange bandana, had been chatting with one of her best friends Lucy Heartfilia, the celestial spirit mage, during the warm summer day. Her usual wear of her orange halter dress had been changed to a normal white spaghetti-strapped tank top, and her most comfortable pair of capris, rolled up a little above her knees. Lucy, dressed in a pink blouse and black skater skirt, had just been telling Levy about the mission she, Natsu Dragneel, the fire mage and Happy an Exceed had returned from.

"Like, why would an owner of a 7 million Jewel home have any cause to steal and sell the family heirloom of his arch-enemy, worth barely 100 jewel… Hmm?"

Lucy had stopped twirling one of her pigtails lazily to glance over at Levy, finding that she had her chin rested in her hand, with her elbow leaning on the table, staring with a blank expression toward the guild entrance.

"Hey… Levy", Lucy poked her shoulder, "Levy, have you been listening?", Lucy inquired.

Levy suddenly sat up straight and looked at Lucy sheepishly.

"Sorry Luce, my minds been on this book I've been reading. It's a really fascinating murder-mystery book about a whacky yet brilliant detective and his colleague who seem to solve every case. I'm on the third book in the really amazing series, and - hey!"Levy mocked offense at Lucy who had been imitating Levy's pose of staring off into space while she talked about her book.

Lucy giggled back and said, "Okay, okay, we'll catch up later, go finish your book! And don't spoil anything in it, because I'm gonna need to borrow it from you when you're done!" Lucy winked.

Levy nodded, and waved goodbye to Lucy, making her way to Fairy Hills, her dorm. She passed a battle on-going between Gray Fullbuster, the ice mage, and his challenger Natsu. Both were yelling with pointed teeth and each had a fist raised, ready to throw a blow. Ignoring it, Levy walked out of the guild as the yelling increased and the sound of furniture cracking could be heard.

The warm summer air filled her lungs and she sighed contentedly. She folded her hands behind her back and strolled in the direction of Fairy Hills, enjoying the soft breeze that smelled of the ocean. Passing the local marketplace with shops set up by people living in the city of Magnolia, Levy smiled to herself, stalling to enjoy the nice weather that Fiore had presented today. As she walked by the blacksmith, Levy heard yelling and the soft pleading of another voice from inside the merchant's tent.

Sensing trouble, she quickly ran towards the tent, with her solid script pen out in hand ready to battle if it came to it. She was small, but she knew how to fight well enough to defend a citizen. When she lifted the flap of the tent and ran inside, she saw her guild member and former partner in the S-Class competition, the iron mage, Gajeel Redfox, standing with his arms crossed. He was staring daggers deep into the heart of the older, smaller man across from him with his hands up defending himself. Levy rationed that he was probably the owner of the pleading voice she had heard earlier. The small tent didn't have much to it, it was mainly where the blacksmith kept his tools and other paraphernalia. There was a small table with two stools sitting in what Levy assumed to be a place for making deals in one corner. There were a few shelves with random metal objects and tools that Levy knew were used to shape weapons and building materials, as she had read a book on blacksmithing a few months ago. The dark purple of the tent had dimmed the brightness of the sun outside to the point where she wouldn't have been able to read a book, yet could still make out her surroundings comfortably.

Gajeel, partially turned with his back to her, had a bag of money tied to his waist-band, and seemed to have not sensed her presence.

"What are you talking about 'The shipment's not in yet'! We made a bargain Smithy, I come in with the gold, you supply my metal. Every week, same day, unconditionally. Where's my shipment?" He growled the last part through clenched teeth, his red eyes probably flaring up with each syllable.

"I-I'm not sure yet, my reports tell me it's supposed to be here on t-time, but my men haven't seen the ship y-yet… Perhaps c-check in with me erm, say, ehm, t-tomorrow?" The old man had a stout sturdy body, good for carrying and working with heavy items every day, but he had nothing compared to the towering dragonslayer over him, sparking his nervousness.

Gajeel ran a hand through his spiky black hair in frustration. "I can't WAIT until tomorrow because I'm out of my metal today." Levy could see the veins in his arms pop out in anger and decided she should intervene. Still holding her solid script pen, she walked toward the two saying, "Gajeel, what are you doing?"

Gajeel turned around raising his eyebrow at the small mage, then jerked his chin in the direction of the blacksmith saying, "Finishing up a deal with my pal Smithy, here.", He grumbled. Levy sighed and stepped in between the two, her back to Gajeel.

"Thank you for being patient with my friend here Sir, we'll return tomorrow to see if the shipment has arrived yet with the necessary pay. Please excuse us." She smiled nicely at the blacksmith and bowed a little before tugging on Gajeel's arm slightly indicating for him to follow her out of the tent.

"O-Okay, thank you…" The smith barely got out.

Outside the tent, Levy turned to Gajeel with her hands on her hips.

"You know, as a member of Fairy Tail, you can't go around intimidating all the townsfolk with your 'macho'", she said. "It's bad for the guild to look like we're bullies… And what's even the big deal about this smith's metal in the first place. There are obviously more blacksmith's around here." she curiously inquired. Gajeel stood across from her with his arms still crossed, looking off to the side as she scolded him lightly.

"Listen here Shrimp", he grumbled, "maybe you should mind your own business before you come into someone else's deal and decide to mess with it. And for your information, that guy's metal is the cheapest and fills me up the best compared to all the other flimsy pieces of tinfoil the rest of this town has to offer. I ain't gonna go spend my hard earned money on some nasty copper tasting crap that ain't even gonna last me a day. And now I'm gonna have to because you ended my bargain with that guy too early. I bet he's keepin' my metal in there all for his self…" Gajeel growled.

Levy, somewhat hurt that he didn't like her trying to help him, furrowed her brow and said, "Fine Gajeel, do as you wish, go check the shipment by yourself tomorrow for all I care. Sorry for butting in." She ran away from him and didn't stop until she reached the steps of Fairy Hills. Sighing, she turned around and faced the direction he was standing.

"Stupid", she mumbled, "Why can't he just be nice like all the others in the Guild…?."

She flashed back to when he literally decided for her that he would be her partner in the S-Class trials and how he had been there for her through everything, even when she ran from him. Like I ran from him now, she thought to herself sadly, and walked up the remaining steps inside. She made her way to her dorm and collapsed on her bed, completely forgetting about the wonderful murder-mystery laying next to her head on the pillow where she had left it this morning.