Hello everyone.

I am proud to present you my second Fanfic. I hope you all enjoy.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Fairy Tail. It Belongs to Hiro Mashima sensei.

Just to be clear:

"Speech"

'Thoughts'

CHAPTER-1

My Skirt!

A loud tap followed by a shrill static on the microphone resounded throughout the large auditorium packed with curious restless students. The chattering died down immediately. Blobs of different colors shuffled to form neat rows of lines facing the front stage.

An elderly man with thick white mustache and white hair on the outer rims of his bald head, stood at the podium as his eyes scanned the students.

Clearing his throat, he leaned a little closer to the mike while lifting a wrinkled hand to hold it.

"Good morning, all of you! My name is Makarov Dreyar, your host for the 'Initiation Ceremony'. On behalf of the Council, faculty and staff, I welcome all of you to 'Fiore Academy'."

Claps erupted throughout the hall as the old man gave off a toothy grin to the students.

"Fiore Academy is an institution….."

The rest of the words drowned out as a blonde head tilted down a little, the owner taking in a heavy breath and letting it out slowly.

Brown eyes stared at the ground as her mind wandered off, taking a short detour down the memory lane….more like the nightmare lane….

She heaved out another heavy sigh.

'I hope no one bothers me here….'

Lifting her head up, she tried to listen to the rest of the speech.

But a loud slam of a door reverberated throughout the silent auditorium, interrupting the speech. The elderly man grimaced while grunting in annoyance.

All heads snapped towards the intruder. The blonde caught sight of a spiky pink head at the far back, weaving its way through the crowd.

The old man cleared his throat, drawing the attention of the students back on him.

"As I was saying, this year being your first year here, we hope none of you will go through the trouble of breaking rules!", the man chuckled.

The blonde pressed her lips into a thin line, 'I too hope I don't-'

A sudden yelp interrupted her thoughts. She had been too busy thinking to realize the loss of snugness on her hips. Nor did she feel the sudden graze of a fabric down her legs.

A sudden gush of cold wind against her legs made her flinch a little. Scrunching her eyebrows in confusion, she snapped her attention towards them.

Her mouth fell open to let out a gasp and her eyes widened to that of saucers, as they landed on her cream skirt that lay crumpled around her ankles, exposing her creamy legs to the now gaping students.

She twisted her body around to look for the culprit, only for her legs to get tangled in her skirt, thereby losing balance, falling backwards with a shriek as her eyes squeezed shut, onto a petite bluenette behind her.

The bluenette let out a high pitched 'Eeek' as she too lost her balance under the blonde's weight, stumbling backwards and falling into the student behind her, thus setting off a Domino effect up to the front stage.

Face contorted in pain that shot up from her bums, a groan escaped her lips. Leaning back on her hands, she willed herself to open her eyes. But they widened even more as her breath hitched at what she saw.

The pink-haired intruder lay face flat on the ground, his arms splayed out in front of him with his hands tangled in a cream cloth around her ankles.

Her cream wrap around skirt!

The blonde was frozen stiff to cover herself up, owing to all the attention and the eerie silence that pierced her nerves.

A groan sounded from under the tuft of pink hair.

The intruder shifted and slowly sat up on his knees. Eyes still squeezed shut in pain, he began rubbing his nose.

A laugh echoed throughout the hall, causing everyone to snap their heads towards the source.

A raven-haired boy clad in white shirt and navy blue pants was hunched over with one arm holding his stomach, bellowing out loud as he pointed at the pink-haired intruder.

But his laughter was short-lived, as the pink-haired boy let out a battle cry and pounced on him, causing the raven-haired teen to fall backwards with a yelp, onto a slim rabbit-toothed teen behind him.

Both struggled on the ground, with the red-faced pink-haired teen straddling his enemy trying to strangle and suffocate him with a cloth he managed to get his hands on. The rabbit-toothed teen gagged, struggling to get out from under the wrestling teens.

A large muscular white-haired teen appeared alongside the duo with arms crossed in front of his chest and a grim expression on his face, "Yapping in the middle of the day. You're not little kids, you know…"

The blonde made to let out a sigh of relief, 'At least someone's making an effort to stop those two-'

"SO FIGHT WITH FISTS TO SHOW YOUR MANHOOD!" , the blonde sweat-dropped at the sudden outburst, 'So it all comes down to fighting, after all…'.

With his fists raised, the white-haired teen proceeded to jump into the ruckus, only for their fists to land in his face, "GET OUTTA THE WAY!"

The blonde's eyes widened, 'And he got owned!'

The large teen stumbled back into a blonde bulky teen who fell under his weight with a yelp.

The girl froze, 'Is that-'

A manly shriek interrupted her thoughts as she watched a long green-haired man jump into action, "I'll save you Laxus!", only to get pushed away by the annoyed blonde himself into a tall teen, who fell face first into the ground.

The tall teen got up with a groan, rubbing his face, but froze on finding some crumpled wooden pieces on the ground causing him to shriek and pounce on the green-haired man, "MY BABIES!"

Yanking up the dazed white-haired teen by his collar, the raging blonde growled, "You looking for a fight, punk?!", before his fist collided with the tanned face, sending the large man flying into another equally tanned large man.

The large teen fell under the sudden weight onto an unsuspecting slim teen behind him, admiring some action figures in his hands.

One of the figures fell out of his hands during the fall and onto the floor.

The large teen fell unconscious while the squished victim's companion shrieked, "MAX!"

Rushing over to his aid, the slim teen tried to pull out his semi-conscious friend from under the large man only for the squished comrade to gasp out, "I-It's no use…Warren...N-Nab's too …heavy…", the slim teen pushed his precious figures into the black-haired teen's hands who was now kneeling before him, "…P-Please….Take care of them….for me…", and his soul left the body.

Behind them, unfazed by the ruckus behind him, a slim teen in a close-fitting suit practicing dancing moves, unknowingly stepped onto the fallen figurine causing him to slip and fall onto the kneeling black-haired teen with a yelp, both falling unconscious on the spot.

"My, my, this place is so noisy…"

Turning her head towards the sultry voice, brown eyes landed upon a short spiky orange haired teen with blue-tinted glasses covering his eyes. She gritted her teeth as her eyes trailed to his arms draped over the shoulders of two blushing girls. 'What a flirt..'

Adjusting his glasses, he straightened up, "Just for you two, I'll join in…"

"KYAA!"

"GOOD LUCK, LOKE-SAMA!"

The blonde swore she saw sparkles surrounding him.

Folding up the sleeves of his shirt, a smirk made its way to his lips. Turning around, he stomped his way towards the fighting pink-black pair only for him to be knocked out by a flying shoe to his head.

The blonde snickered, 'And his image is officially corrupted!'

By then an all-out fight had broken out.

The blonde was still dazed at the scene in front of her, when a laugh sounded to her side, followed by a series of giggles and comments.

Snapping her head to look at the source, she found herself being the target of laughter as some of the students gathered around her and stared pointedly at her.

'What's so funny?'

Scrunching her eyebrows in confusion, her eyes trailed towards their source of amusement. Her breath caught in her throat, as she realized she was still lying on the ground. But her eyes widened on seeing her predicament.

Legs apart, she gave the laughing students a full view of her strawberry patterned panties. The cream material that earlier lay around her ankles which she had forgotten to pull up due to all the commotion, was now missing!

Curling her hands into fists, she lowered her head, her bangs hiding her face. She squeezed her legs together as she breathed heavily to calm herself.

'WHO. THE HELL. STOLE. MY. DAMN. SKIRT?!'

Who in their right mind would steal Lucy's skirt?! I wonder...

Stay tuned!

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Arigatou!