Holy shit don't hate me. I'm just a teenager. I literally have no excuse I'm just a really, really lousy teenager who has disappointed so many people, shit I'm sorry just read it.

Just fucking read it.


Ten minutes and Two Blunettes

Ivan

Women.

That's how most of Ivan's hours seemed to pass nowadays.

Oh yes, there he is, the notorious Ivan Dreyer; the horrible, the VICIOUS. Let us shun him, ignore his existence. Afterall, he is the Dreyer gone wrong, and the last of the line, surely, for who would care to marry such a disagreeable man as him?

Well that line always pisses him off.

He'd like to scream in their faces, and wouldn't feel ashamed to scream spittedly, at that, too. He in fact did have a wife, a fucking gorgeous one, that too. Yes, he had shot her just a few years after they had been married, but hey, she had been a fucking whore! He deserved much better than her. His numerous sluts proved enough.

So yes, he slept with women left and right, but who was he to be ashamed? What else was there to do in life? Oh yes, there's the matter of killing his father, that old fool Mockorav, and destroying Magnolia as well. That was on the top of his to do list, mind you. You might ask, why? what made him aggravate you? Well the question might as well be why NOT? He most certainly could and that was motivation enough. That and the fact that man had kicked him out of Fairy Tail, and even got him arrested- the nerve! He was the rightful heir to the guild master's throne, so who was this bastard old man to deprive him of it?

All Ivan wanted was power- which was probably what led him to beginning Raven Tail, a guild whose sole reason of creation was to rival those filthy fairies. Although they were technically a legal guild, they never accepted many requests, and when they did, they were high pay and usually resulted with the guild mages terrorizing the clients afterwards. Like I said, a legal guild.

So yes- it just MIGHT put off his mind a little when he learned that one of his best agents had fucked up one of the most IMPORTANT jobs that had been redistributed in a long time.

"It was a fucking book for fucks sake! What possibly got into that iron mage's thick skull, so as to make him lose a fucking book!"

Ivan paced his room, shouting at the feminine form cowering by the wall. It had been half an hour since Gajeel entered the office and got beat up, and the guild master's rage hadn't subsided. He paced harder till he was basically running back and forth, while Flare, his private slut and mage who had reentered the room, sat and hoped not to be too much on the receiving end of the brute's rage.

"But surely… Master... if it was just a book…"

He turned and shot her a sharp glare that sent her further into the corner of the office. "Just a book? Just a book?" he said venomously, spit flying his mouth. "It might be just a book to your pathetic little mind, but that book, that top-secret finding just might have been the key to us finally finishing Makarov and his little fairies once and for all! But noo, that idiot just had to lose it!"

Ivan Dreyer's eyes gleamed hard. "And that too, the nerve of that Gajeel to come striding in like he did nothing wrong. Who does he think he is?" he turned to Flare as if expecting an answer.

"We-"

"He's my bitch, that's what he is!" the man cut her off. "He doesn't have any right to disobey me, he is under my command. I am the one keeping him alive."

It was silent for a moment, until Ivan turned his eyes back to Flare. She was shocked by the heart-chilling menace that lay behind them. "That boys gonna pay, once he gets back from that mission…"


Flare tried her best to keep a straight face. She knew if he saw the anger building up inside her, she'd be punished. But how could she not be angry? Although she was a mage from Raven Tail...well, let's just say her loyalties had been shifted.

One month ago, Mockarav Dreyer had caught up with her on one of her field missions, to defeat some street thugs. No, hear me out when I say it, she's a decent person. She actually got the job done and accepted the money. Fair play. However… that's when the girl appeared.

She was clearly a stereotypically irritable blonde who thought she was better than everyone else. She came striding in the alley with shiny keys jangling from her overly short mini skirt and an expensive whip in her carefully manicured hand. It was late at night, the last few street shops closing up, and this woman was obviously intoxicated. She walked with an uneven swing in her step. She was accompanied by a handsome skinny stranger with orange hair and blue glasses.

"Miss Heartfilia, I'm only trying to tell you that perhaps this might not be a good idea. You found the flyer on the ground… the job was obviously old, we're just wasting time, and its late at night, I should be escorting you back to your apartment." the man sighed, pushing up at his rectangular glasses. He seemed as though he was perfectly sober, unlike his partner.

"So what? At most we'll just be backup-"

The blonde girl froze mid sentence and seemed to finally notice Flare, in the middle of the clearing, with unconscious bodies of the defeated thugs scattered around her. She must've taken Flare for the enemy, for her free hand instantly went to the keys on her hip and her eyes narrowed.

"Who are you?" she sneered, and Flare immediately took a disliking to her. She ought to be the one identifying herself! Afterall, she was the one who had just wandered in on Flares job!

"Who are you? And the hell are you doing in the middle of my job, sweetheart?" Flare calmly, hiding her annoyance. The princess obviously had never been spoken to out of the context of delicate respect, for her eyes widened and the grip on her whip keys jingled. The handsome stranger accompanying her didn't seem as offended, but simply blinked and- was that a smile he was hiding?

"Your j-" the woman paused in the middle of her sentence and blinked twice. "Oh. You accepted this job?"

"Congrats on the discovery, princess."

Flare narrowly dodged a flash of black leather that flew past her shoulder. "Hey, what the f-"

"I don't want to be talked to that way! You're a Raven Tail mage aren't you?" the blonde women cried furiously, her alcoholic state repining her. She pointed at the black guild emblem on the redhead's chest.

"Miss Heartfilia, perhaps you and I should just leave-"

"No! I want her to apologize to me first!" the drunk blonde insisted juvenilely.

Flare raised her eyebrows. She might be a decent person- trust me, much more of a decent person that the ones you'll find at Raven Tail- but true to heart she knew how to be evil, and this woman's insolence towards her was starting to annoy her. She tilted her head. She brought a corner of her lip up slightly, oh just so slightly, as to per intimidation. Her cardinal eyes gleamed. Her cloak of flaming hair fell over one skin bare shoulder.

"I don't like your attitude." The wave of red that engulfed her floated slowly, as if in a trance, about her bare shoulders. A few flaring tendrils shot around her.

"Miss Heartfilia, if you would please, we must be going," the orange haired man said delicately once more to his angry partner. He turned to the calm (yet preparedly deadly) scarlet mage. "I'm sorry to intrude, my partner here is not in her right state of mind. We'll be leaving just now."

"What a shame. I would have loved to see the little princess break a nail."

Had she been an ordinary mage, the strike would have hit Flare straight across the face. Flare, however, was no ordinary mage. She had jumped aside the second the blonde brought out her whip. She could see the shock in the blonde's face when she missed. Before she had the chance to open her mouth, she was lifted up into the air in a coil of scarlet locks and thrown across the pavement. The attacker smirked. Flare had dealt with much worse- more than a little combat guild mage would've been able to handle.

"Lucy!"

"I think I'll be going now," Flare purred, still gazing at the the blonde, now being helped up by her handsome friend. "but don't get me wrong, this was a treat." And with that, she turned in a whirlwind of red and exited the alley.


The minute Flare left, she knew she in for trouble. The two she had attacked were already registered in her mind- Lucy Heartfilia and the mysterious Loki, mages of the mighty Fairy Tail. No one was really able to go through life without recognizing those celebrities. She guessed toying with them hadn't been such a smart idea either, but hey, the girl was pissing her off and thats usually how Raven Tail mages dealt with such people.

She suspected that the girl would gossip about her with her friends or something- something that wouldn't really involve them meeting again. What she hadn't suspected, however, was the guild master of Fairy Tail to come knocking on her door.

He was tiny, to be honest, and she wondered why he was considered such a threat. He was wrinkled up like a peach that had been left in the sun far too long. He had a white mustache and head of hair, and a nose worth bragging about. She decided to do whatever she could to avoid the subject of her run in with his Lucy.

"I'm sorry, do I know-"

"Yes, I think you do." He cut her off, looking up at her with squinted eyes. "My name is Makarov, guild master of Fairy Tail."

"Doesn't ring a bell," Flare lied.

He saw right through this and continued, "I understand you're Flare Corona, one of Raven Tail's spies." It was more of a statement than a question. Although Flare knew he was a pretty powerful man, she wondered how he knew her name. She tried to act as if it hadn't swayed her, but something must've shown on her face, for he sighed and said, "Good, now neither of us feels the need to lie. I'm here on behalf of one of my mages, Lucy Heartfilia."

She snorted. "I see the lass has sent her big old boss to spook me or something. Won't work."

The old man shook his head. "No, actually I came to apologize for her actions last night." Seeing the surprised expression on Flare's face, he continued. "Loki, another one of my mages, told me what happened."

The shock wore off quickly. "Yeah right. If the princess actually cared about what happened, she would've come herself." she sneered, starting to close the door on the man's face.

"Ms. Corona, if you will not accept my apology, then you should know that it was not the only reason I came here today." She paused and kept the door halfway open. "I am here to offer you a deal." He continued.

"A deal?"

"Call it a business opportunity, if you will."

She paused. A deal? What kind of deal was the master of her rival guild supposed to make with her? She was shocked that he was here in the first place. It had to be a trick. There was no other explanation.

"And why should I listen to you?" She inquired, staring him in the eye.

"Because you can?"

She mulled that over in her head for minute.

"There's no harm in listening to what I have come to say, Ms. Corona." he reminded her, his voice even.

Flare looked at him again, chewing her tongue in thought. He looked sincere, but she had met plenty of "sincere" people before. She held the door open and stepped aside. "You have ten minutes."


Levy

"That'll be four hundred jewels."

Levy rummaged in her purse for her money. "Four hundred jewels," she said smiling, handing the cashier the money and taking the two hot cocoas in return. "Thank you!"

Drinks in hand, she walked over to a booth near the back of the cafe and sat herself down. She had scheduled for Wendy to meet her at 2:30, which was over ten minutes ago. Of course, in normal circumstances, they wouldn't even have had to "schedule" a meeting time. They would have both been at the guild all day.

Unfortunately, this wasn't normal circumstances. After the attack on the guild, the master had insisted that no one was to go inside the building except for their watch shifts there (excluding the time when Jet and Droy and she had gone there to help clean up), and even then, never to go alone. Levy had just finished her shift there with Cana and had come to the cafe.

Sighing, Levy checked her watch. 2:52. More than being irritated about her friend being late, she was worried for her safety. Part of the master's rule about going into the Fairy Tail building was to ensure that no one got hurt, incase Raven Tail was planning on attack again. Levy was already sorry that she had made Wendy leave her house at all- but it was important. What she was about to ask of Wendy would be worth the risk. If she said yes to Levy's favor… Levy was just excited thinking about the possibilities.

Levy looked up as the cafe's door chimed.

"Levy!" Wendy rushed over to the booth where her friend was sitting, her cheeks flushed. "I'm so sorry I'm late! Pantherlily had shown up at my apartment with his new kiwi juice and just insisted that I-"

"It's okay, Wendy." Levy interrupted, giggling. "I'm just glad you're alright. Wendy smiled gratefully at Levy. "Here, it might be cold by now." Levy said, handing the smaller girl her drink.

"Ahh, hot chocolate, my favorite!" Wendy exclaimed, taking the drink. She took a sensitive sip and sighed contentedly. "So," she started, "What was it you wanted to talk about?" Levy brought the item of importance out from her bag. Wendy frowned over the rim of her glass at the book. "What's that?"

"I found it in one of the guild's rooms, before the attack." she explained, sliding the book across the table for her friend to examine.

"'Fairy Tail Property'?" Wendy asked, her eyes widening. "Levy what're you doing with this? And who's… Jolie Romane?"

"Like I said, I found it in the guild," Levy repeated.

Wendy put down her cup and flipped open the book. She looked up at Levy. "It's blank."

"I know," Levy explained. "I thought you could help me with that." Wendy gestured for her to go on. "See I've been trying to use my Gale-Force reading glasses to bring out the text, but nothing's happened so far. I even used my most powerful lenses, the 64x ones, which I barely ever use. And yet- nothing. Not even a drop of ink."

Wendy nodded. "But how do you know there was anything written in it in the first place?" she asked. "Maybe it was a birthday present or something, one that she never used."

"Maybe it was, but my gut is telling me that it's more than that." Levy insisted, her eyes pleading. "I can feel it- there's some kind of magic in this book. Something, or someone, cast a spell to hide whatever's in here. You have to trust me when I say, I think this could be really important."

Wendy bit her lip for a minute, thinking it over. "I emdo/em trust you. And if you say this is important, then it must be." she said, smiling warmly. "But why tell me? You're the script-mage here- I don't think I'd be of much help."

"I think you would. See, I've only used up to the 64x lense on my glasses, the most powerful one I own. But I was talking to Lucy the other day and she said she'd heard about a new lense, a 120x one." Levy said excitedly. "It's only found in Lana, the town east of us. A day's journey at most. But the thing is, I was doing some research on it the other day and apparently it can only be utilized with the infusion of wind magic." Levy waited to hear the younger girl's response.

"So… you want me to travel with you to Lana, and try and get the new glasses?"

"... Yes."

"Sure!"

Levy blinked in surprise. "Really? You'd do that for me?"

Wendy grinned and rolled her eyes. "Of course, Levy. It's only day out of my packed schedule." she joked.

"I can't thank you enough, Wendy, really, this is just- thank you." Levy babbled appreciatively. The two bluenettes grinned at each other. This was going to be a very pleasant trip...


And would you look at that. It's short too. Fuck, just don't hate me for this. I'm trying.