A/N:Hey, all! this is the first fanficton I've written... ever. I started with an OC, but please give it a chance, I've worked really hard on creating her. Anywho, I hope you enjoy! Suggestions are more than welcome. This is a VERY mature fanfic, so reader beware.I do not own Fairy Tail

Mischief

I quickly make my way across the wooden beams, not a creak sounding from the strong structure of the rafters of the Fairy Tail guild. The croud below me erupts in cheers and laughter as Cana finishes off yet another opponent in a drinking contest.

Paying no mind to the rowdy gathering around the bar, I find my way above the Thunder Legion's usual hang-out spot. Seeing their fearless leader is absent, I glance at the bar, noting a certain Demon Mage's absence.

Perfect.

I watch intensely as Evergreen makes her way to the stairs, no doubt on her way to her beastly boyfriend. 'Such an odd couple... but I'm glad they're happy.' Smirking to myself, I allow my magic to flow, easing it towards the fairy woman. To be clear, I would never intentionally harm one of my guild mates, regaurdless if they know I exist or not. Manipulating her blood flow to certain parts of her brain, I give a slight boost to her libido, smirking wider as her eyes cloud with lust.

The change is subtle, only visible if one was watching her intently- such as Elfman, for example. The two quickly stride to each other, pausing only for a moment before she grabs his large hand in her dainty one, eagerly leading him from the guild and into the night.

Satisfied that she will be preoccupied for a time, I now look to Freed. Slight surprise interrupts my smirk as I watch a very drunk Cana lead the blushing Rune Mage by his hand, her hips swaying dangerously as they rush out the back door. 'That was unexpected, but makes this a lot easier.'

My gray eyes finally fall to the silvery metal of a helmet that hides all but the devious smile of Fairy Tail's own Seith Mage. Wishing with all my might that the offending covering would just disappear, I remember the red eyes that sit on either side of his facial tattoo. The beautiful crimson that reminds me so much of the power that had been forced upon me nearly thirteen years ago. I absent-mindedly rub beneath my sternum as the scar there seems to vibrate.

Snapping from my trance, I wipe the nervous sweat from my hands onto my baggy hoodie. I've spent the last five years watching my guild carrying on with their lives, promising myself never to involve myself again- besides my monthly S-Class missions, of course.

Unwillingly, several images of terrified faces flit through my brain, the memory of horror across Makao's features three years ago causing my body to go rigid. Steeling my resolve, I force my nervousness away and straighten my spine, allowing my unruly mischief to dominate the inner turmoil.

'Maybe it'll be different this time.' Bracing myself, I step from the supportive beam, allowing my knees to bend slightly once my feet meet the floor with a firm tap. Bickslow's sudden change in posture as his gaze snaps to me fuels my excitement, even as his totems snap into defensive positions.

Smiling softly, I lift my black pony-tail from the right side of my neck, exposing the black guild mark interrupting the red lines of my full body tattoo. Once he establishes that I'm not some enemy come to attack, he relaxes and his totems go back to their care-free dance above his head.

Raising a finger to my lips in a plea for silence, I jerk my head towards the corner of the room, leading him out of sight from the rest of the guild. Once there, I point up to the grid-like wood above our heads, gesturing for him to climb. At his hesitation, I allow a short laugh to escape before launching myself at the walls. Kicking from one wall to the other, I make my way up until I can grasp the smooth wood, swinging myself hard enough to launch into the air before my feet firmly land on the beam I grabbed.

After a few long moments of silence, I lean over the edge of the rafters and extend a hand to the open-mouthed acrobat. Shaking his head and closing his mouth, he quickly copies my moves, his long legs speeding the journey before he grabs my hand, both of us jerking to lift him easily next to me. Giving him time to adjust to the height and new vantage point of the guild, I allow myself to quickly glance under his helmet. 'Still can't see his eyes. Oh, well.'

If Laxus isn't with his team, he's usually in his office. Add in the notable absence of Mira, and you have an interesting situation in the office of the next guild master which just so happens to be viewable from the very back of the rafters where I was currently leading a confused Bickslow. From what I've observed of the Seith Mage, he's a top-notch pervert who would jump at any opportunity to tease his friends. Hopefully this isn't a huge mistake.

We finally reach a small landing above the goal where several vents are spaced out on the floor, marking each room. Grabbing his hand, I lead him to one, making sure to listen hard for any sign that we've been caught. Releasing his hand, I point to the vent, smirking as he doesn't hesitate to peek at the spectacle below.

Laxus has Mira on his desk, his pelvis pressed hard between her legs as her hands grip his body tightly, their mouths devouring each other's.

I look away quickly, feeling a bit queasy and thoroughly embarassed at the sight. Fixing my gaze on Bickslow, I'm satisfied to see the mischievious grin frimly plastered on his face. As his tongue rolls out, a blush creeps to my cheeks. 'Stop that. I just need a friend.'

I've been so tired of being alone for a long while. Seeing how this man has been judged for his magic striked a chord with me. He's hurt people with magic before, and so have I. I'm not going to delude myself into thinking we'll be 'best buds' or anything, but maybe just someone to talk to once in a while...

I quietly walk away, making my way out of the guild unnoticed, even by the grinning mage behind me. 'Tomorrow I'll try again.'