Smell of early morning sex still lingers inside of these darken late morning walls he lays. Not once, a glance back to look at what lays next to him, never caring who the unfortunate ones image is. She is just like the rest of the women that once lies where she takes place. 'Tch', they are only to satisfy his needs like any other man feeds. Soon the silence is over taken by the woman's annoying groan, calling for another man. Not that he cared. To him she was just a desperate easy pick up, complaining about a boyfriend or ex now. Depending on her, with her wise decision. Continuously she moans the other man's name in her sleep, with a sounding smile in her tone.

Frustrated, without haste rising from the bed, not so gracefully. Strutting nude towards the bathroom across the room. Once the light in the bath alights, does he regret it. In the shower he stands. Letting the pour of soothing hot water glide from above his slouching 6'7 height, trudging through his thick raven mane, down his tan and pink-white scared body, masculine shoulders, travelling onward further his strong solid back, sides, perfected front, v-line, like a continuous adventure to where what makes himself the man his is, down his thighs and calves, all reflecting the lighting of aching hours of working out. Leaning against the cold tiled wall, resting his head onto his pierced-scared folded arms. Thinking if the old man would be annoyed he hadn't rocked back up last night like he should, along with his bastard Grandson of his and that crazy Titania.

By the time he had come back into his room the uncared for guest had already fled. 'Stupid girl'. Still wrapped in a towel below and bare chest, his apartment door bangs aloud, with angered hushes and calm talk. Whilst the one about the brake down the door shouts like an insane harlot.

"OI, METALHEAD! I KNOW YOU'RE HERE, YOUR PUSSY JUST RAN OUT THE DOOR!"
"Natsu, keep calm. We don't want to wake up the rest of the building." A more mature older man calmly says. Then the banging stops.
"But Lily, you know what the idiots like, never listens to a word I say. Have to shout, with all that metal in his ears."
"I know, I know... but we still ha…"
The banging continues again. "HURRY THE FUCK UP BOLTS-FOR-BRAINS!" Natsu continues to do so.
As Lily continues to shake his head and sigh with a slight grin. The neighbour few doors down argues another hush.

Twitching in anticipation to punch the lights out of the yelling fool. The door finally swings open frustratingly.

"WHAT?! FLAMEBRAIN!" The man roars. Boring his red and black slit eyes into dark ones.
A sly smirk plays onto the annoy 6'5 pinkette man, not saying a thing.
"Morning to you, Gajeel." Lily nods his head towards the metal face host calmly.
Groaning, Gajeel looks towards the older tall 6'8 dark skinned man, with wisp-white hair and beard and an old time half-moon scar on his left eye. "Why did'ja bring this Candle-stick along with ya, Lily?" Gajeel points his left thumb towards the smirking Natsu.
"HEY! I'M RIGHT HERE!" Natsu yells, whilst Gajeel then smirks and Lily grins at their same antics.
"Come on Boys, the Boss wants to see us. Well mostly you Gajeel and you Natsu." Lily gives Gajeel a pointed look.
Gajeel scoffs and then turns around to walk back into the apartment, as the other two walk-in making themselves at home. "Tch, yea. Haf'ta see the old man anyways."


Sitting in an overloaded office table, crammed with shit-load of paper work waiting to be looked at, the elderly man, shorter than any Eight year old, with his eye brows knitted together in confusion, tiers.

"Yeah, I'll deal with it right now…" The old man sighs after hanging up on the phone.

Placing the phone down, he stands hearing a well-known commotion out of his office door. Readying himself for the fools he calls his own. Louder and closer the sound becomes with multiple booming steps along with pedalled footsteps. Sighing again.

The door softly opens, as a tall curvious woman with long platinum white hair walks in along with three others. "Makarov-Soutaicho, gomenne if they're loud, right guys." The woman says smiling towards to the two men who stopped there arguing, freighted by the white-haired woman smiling anger. As one 'Tch's', in response until she pours more death into her staring smile, the raven haired man looks away in agreement, too smart to feel the wrath of the white-haired woman.
"Ah, Mira-Jane…" Makarov, the little man, smiles in response thank full for her presence. Knowing full well this was just as normal as it can get.
"I have the file you wanted as well." Mira-Jane hands the file over to the little man.
"Mmm, arigato Mira-san… you may leave, there is nothing else needed." Makarov nods, feeling the light file in his hands still looking forward.
"Hai." Mira bows before exiting.

The two men looked back and forth between the conversations before Mira had left. Annoyed the raven spoke up. "Oi, Oldman. Why is me and Flame-brain 'ere?"
"Yea! If its 'bout the back bar tables, it was Metal-heads 'ere fault. He was askin for it." Natsu proclaimed.
"Fuck off it was! You and Stripper we're the ones that start'd shit, you guys were begg'n for my fist in your face, Pinky!"
"WHAT WAS THAT METAL-BREATH! MY HAIRS NOT PINK! IT'S SALMON!" Natsu yells, about to punch Gajeel as he smirks to Natsu's reaction.
"SHUT IT! BOTH OF YOU!" Makarov shouts above them two not caring about the table, shaking the four walled room 'But Mira would' he thought. Makarov turns his head to the slight quiet chuckling, leaning next to the door. "Lily, I see you're entertained. How is Shagotte?" Nodding to Lily in amusement.
Greeting back, "Makarov-Soutaicho…" his bows, "Quiet an eventful morning it is, probably less stressful then yours… Shagotte, she's doing well, I'll tell her you asked of her well-being." Lily grins in respect.
"Come on, Oldman. You didn't want to have an old time chat with Lily if we're 'ere. So what is it. If it's about me not coming back last nigh', there was no point, Titania an…"
"No, it's not about that Gajeel…" Makarov cuts in. "Well not anymore…" Giving Gajeel and pointed stare.
"Then what is it, Gramps?" Natsu became curious.

Sighing, as always. Makarov hands Lily the File for him to read. Waiting for Lily's response, the other two wait agitated, hoping for Makarov to speak, until Lily says…

"Crocus Mental Institute…"