Disclaimer: I don't own Fairy Tail. I do own the idea for this story, or small set of short stories.

Slices.

(By Reighart the 5th.)

Cobra

The room was dimly lighted.

Not enough to make it look like a cave with no end or bottom, but enough to allow the guy inside some view as he enjoyed the quietness and solitude. He didn't like those, not one bit. He needed it for a moment now to allow his head to think clearer. Just for a few minutes.

No music either.

No booze or cigarettes.

'A minute or two and I'll get out of this hellhole good as new.' He needed to relax a little, get a minute for himself. Concentrate on something before getting all the shit of the world inside his head again. 'Otherwise, I might end up killing someone.'

He clicked his tongue in dry amusement at that thought and shook his head, moving his arms to rest his hands behind his head, humming a random tune to himself as he waited for the minutes to pass.

His eyes closed, he didn't want to distract himself by randomly staring at the objects littering around his small apartment, nor the small grains of dust lingering in the air that were visible thanks to the dim rays of sunlight that managed to get through the window blinds.

"Tch, those assholes will probably ask me to help them again…" He knew it all too well, hence the lack of will to get outside or cut the moment of relaxation. His brows furrowed and he clicked his tongue again. The smallest thought could get him annoyed or angry without even trying, especially if he was not in the mood to tolerate that shit. "Not that I care… I've got nothing to do aside helping their sorry asses."

It has been the same story ever since he was released from jail; low scumbags he didn't even knew would come crawling his way to ask something from him and he would comply. Why? He said it. Nothing else to do. He didn't mind either, despite his complaints. There was a reason why he was behind bars in the first place.

The tune changed from a random one to one he heard years ago, an old song he loved to listen to whenever he could plug his earphones and forget about the world.

But that small moment of reminiscence would not last, it wasn't meant to.

There was someone knocking on his door.

"It is time, huh?" He muttered to himself, smirking in amusement as his eyes opened. He moved his arms forward and took a glimpse of his left one, seeing the wristwatch there and the time it was marking. A poor excuse of a laugh escaped his lips. "Always on time, those morons."

He stood up and went to the closet next to the main door, taking a white trench coat inside and carrying it over his shoulder with one hand holding its' furred collar. He reached the door and opened it slowly, knowing that his actions would enrage the person waiting at the other side.

"Stop playing around, Cobra, we gotta be fast." A man with a long nose, sunglasses and blond hair styled like a mohawk, told him in annoyance. He had his arms crossed, a foot tapping the floor underneath them and frown on his face. "The others are waiting in the alley."

"I know, Pinocchio, don't twist your panties." Cobra answered cockily, keeping his smirk in place and his posture unbreakable. Like damn that he would be intimidated by some low-ass scumbag like this one. He marched forward, elbowing the other man out of the way and led the way to the alley. Not even bothering to close the door or anything. "C'mon, pal, we gotta meet the others, right?"

The man of long nose only grunted and followed stiffly, wanting to berate the cocky man and remind him what his place was but knowing better than to do that.

"Sup, bitches? You missed me?" The red-haired man greeted the rest of the gang in the same manner, showing and asserting his superiority without one bit of doubt or fear. He didn't have time for any of that bullshit. It was for the weak and he was certain that he wasn't.

The replies he got were along the same lines as the long-nosed man standing beside him; grunts of discomfort or disapproval, all willing to jump on him to shut him up yet no one brave enough to do it.

"Let's see… today we have… Brother Bear, Emo Kid, Ms. Cleavage and Facial Erection." Calling them by nicknames that were a blow to their pride was another way to show that he was in control. When the boss is not nearby, that is. He was the one leading them all and since he knew they were all looking to step up and take control, he would not give them a chance. He would keep them in place. "The boss should start looking for better looking goons… you guys look like a freak show."

"Shut up, Snake… we're the boss's best men, deal with it." The one he called Emo Kid growled with restraint anger. Oh, how he wanted to pummel the guy and break his skull. Cobra knew it well, all too well. The killing intent could be felt from miles away. It felt awesome.

"Heh, getting brave now? You should remember my position then and deal with it too, Emo Kid." He looked at all of them with a feral glint in his eyes, letting them know that their position or his meant nothing to him. Only their strength. And if it was measured by that, he didn't have a problem to dispose of them as the rest of the morons they go out to kill every week. "After all… what would you all do without me?"

More grunts followed and the conversation ended there.

The group left to fulfill the job they were given.

Continuara~

I think I'll love how fast I can bring up the updates with this story. Also how I can get inside the mind of each character with the focused chapters. I guess people should try that more often, that way they will avoid writing the characters with OOCness. I wonder who will be next?

Adieu.