"This is all your fault, flame brain."
The noise of the club banged harder and louder to their ears that Gray have to practically yell everything he needs to say to his drinking buddy. "The mess that I am in right now is all your fault, stupid. Now they are pestering me." He drowned his drink in one go and squinted his eyes, trying to make out the blurred images in front of him that was Natsu. "Stupid."
The man called Natsu, with spiky salmon hair snorted, his shot glass half way to his waiting lips. "Isn't it that way around? Luce won't go out with me unless you get laid...no,not get laid," he corrected himself when he saw Gray raised a brow. "But those amazons are dangerously serious, snowflake. It's either you just accept it or Erza will bring down that shack."
"It's my flat we're talking about, not some fuck house, Natsu,"
"Practically what I'm talking about. I heard them talking that your place is always a mess, and the idea of getting you a maid, I personally think is brilliant."
"So you are saying my flat looks like a fuck house?" Gray asked, a look of disbelief in his eyes.
"Even Loke agrees. And if you tell me I'm being stupid like how I usually am, then I don't know what your boxer's doing on your counter top, or the bra up on your cieling fan." Natsu nonchalantly said, while Gray choked on his rum.
"That piece was Ultear's! She crashed on my place while I was on duty for fuck's sake!"
"Yeah, yeah, I know," Natsu dismissively said, patting the fuming man's back. "I understand the stripping, stripper. But you know the girl's way of thinkng. We ca only see blue and they can name a baby blue, light blue, dark blue, blue blue...is there such color as blue blue?"
"Just shut up, idiot," Gray muttered, leaning onto the couch and lightly massaging his temple. "So there's no way that my 'bestfriend' will be able to help me out of this?"
Natsu smirked. "Sorry, buddy. My sex life's at stake."
"Traitor." He punched Natsu on the arm and the man just laughed at him. Just as he was about to deliver another, more packed punch when Natsu's phone rang and the man activated his wireless.
"Natsu," Natsu answered stoicly.
Gray shrugged and pour their empty glasses another shot when he heard an 'I'm on my way' from Natsu. He looked at him questioningly.
"The boys got me a lead." Natsu answered hurriedly, pulling a wad of cash from his coat that was lying on the edge of the couch and toosing it at the table. "On me."
"A lead about what?" Gray couldn't help but ask. "Cash?"
"One," Natsu said as he wear his coat. "I'm not supposed to say this but I trust you. Erza hired me secretly to look into Jellal's little sister's case. The information I have right now, that I cannot discuss anything, alright. Got to go."
"Yeah, good luck to that. And make sure not to destroy anything, lizard."
"That's Agent Salamander, frosty." Natsu snapped, a smirk starting to form on his face. "Lucy's got my cards, I don't know how she did it. I just discovered I'm literally broke without her," he added as he quickly snatched his keys and dashed out of the club.
"Now what?" Gray thought to himself. He downed another shot that seared his throat, the heat making him groan and slouched his body further in his seat and closed his eyes. Tomorrow his 'maid' will arrive. Kudos to Mirajane. Damn needs a freaking maid?
He was Gray Fullbuster. An agent of Fairy Tail Agency. Thought Fairy Tail Agency specializes in undercover jobs, detections and stealth and security, the agency was created with the sole purpose of protecting their city from the organization, political trivias and private individuals that threaten the peace of Magnolia. They were the ones responsible for weeding their governent and the community council corrupt leaders with sufficient and valid informations from their higher ups. And Gray was one of the elites who excel in every field. They can go undercover and do their jobs in silence, their targets never really knowing what hit them. They were considered the bastion of Magnolia's safety.
Gray was part of the infamous 'DemonIced' duo, the other his former partner Mirajane Strauss, currently on desk work due to her pregnancy. Mira was his blood relative, his cousin, and when both their parents were assasinated the night of Mira's tenth birthday, when Gray saw her and her two younger siblings cry, he vowed that he will protect them with his life. She was family, so are her siblings. So maybe that's why he can't really say no to her.
"Damn,"
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"Via Lockheart? Is that my name?"
"Obviousy, so don't mess up," the man in front of him sharply said, pointing a gun at her. "Use it wisely, my dear Lieutenant."
She held the gun by the top of the barrel, the muzzle pointed towards her, and she realized that it was unloaded. "Bulletless," she coldly said.
The man let got of the grip and laughed. "The discretion is yours, Lieutenant. You will be the one to decide if it will need a blood taking." The man then turned to his heels and walked away, the shadows of the dark and damp alleyway erasing any evidence of the existence of the man.
She saluted at his retreating form, poker faced. "Juvia will never fail."
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The world was starting to spin much to his liking. Checking his watch, he grimaced when he saw it was already 2am. Gray looked around and saw that the club has gotten livelier and noisier as the hours passed by. Time to go home, and prepare for the worst. He stood up and staggered a bit until his legs gained their usual feel and he was on balance. Finding his way out, he squeezed himself between bodies grinding each other on the dance floor until he felt a hand caressing his arm.
"Hey, hotshot, come and dance with me," a sultry voice came from a skimpy clad girl, and Gray almost facepalmed himself. Kids nowadays.
Gently removing her hand, he smiled briefly and turned his back to continue looking for a way out. He had taken a couple of steps away from the grinding bodies when he saw her.
She was swinging along with the music, her head tilting from side to side, arms raised, ruffling her hair as if she was in the act of seducing someone. Her hips sway in perfect rythm and Gray felt a lump in his throat, the dancefloor getting hotter. Must be the alcohol, he thought. But as she opened her eyes and they met with his, he realized that he was far from being drunk. Even through the dark, he could see that she was beautiful.
She smiled shyly, contrast to the alluring dance she was doing, and Gray felt his feet move forward.
"Hi," Gray said, eyes not leaving her face. "I'm Gray."
"Via," the woman replied, continuing her dance and beckoning him to join her to which he complied. He positioned himself by her side and put his hands around her waist. "This good?"
The woman laughed, and for Gray, it was music, much beautiful that the banging noise for the club amplifier. She then surprised him when she moved her body so her back was facing him.
"You a regular here?" Via asked, hips swinging side by side, her hand snaking its way to touch his cheek.
"Not really, just killing time," Gray answered truthfully, closing his eyes, he leaned to her touch that sent tingles down his spine, making him even hotter that before. He could smell her scent and when he dared open his eyes, he felt all of his blood went south when he caught a glimpse of ample breast. Damn, this woman's hot.
"You said something, Gray?" That caught his attention, and he tried to control his breathing that he realized was getting laboured. "Nah, just thinking it was getting too hot in here." He whispered in her ear.
"Where do you want to go?" asked a breathless voice, and Gray turned her to look in her eyes. Shit. They were hooded. Could it be..
He really don't know what was happening to him, why his body was reacting like that to her, and to say that he didn't find it exciting would be a lie. He adjusted his hold on her waist and pulled her harder and closer, almost crushing her breast to his toned chest. "Say that again," he said, his voice an octave lower that usual. "Say it again," he repeated.
" . . ?" Via replied, putting emphasis on each word, licking her lips after, her pink little tongue earning a groan from Gray, who's eyes have darken with lust. Another groan escaped his lips when Via resumed her dancing, grinding with his little boy in the process, and he have to hold her tighter to stop her movements or else he'll be forced to pull her at the back room.
" . . ?" he heard Via repeated her question, and Gray felt his restraints crumbled when he felt moist lips latched on his jaw.
"We are going down, babe." And he pulled her out of the dancefloor, as the exit way miraculously appeared in front of him.