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Disclaimer: If I owned Fairy Tail, Natsu's hair wouldn't be pink (I mean, seriously! Freed's or Jellal's hair is a little weird too, but a man with pink hair? Uh...)

Chapter 4:

Freed awoke to the sound of an impatient knocking. He moaned lowly and tried to cover his ears with his pillow. It didn't work, but the knock got even louder.

"Damn, who is this...", he muttered to himself when he crawled off the bed, looking at the clock on his nightstand: eight am. Uh...

He stumbled to the door, not caring about the fact that he was wearing nothing but his boxers, and opened it, one hand lazily trying to straighten his messed up hair. He would have better put something on, brushed his teeth and combed his hair, because in front of the door was nobody else than Mira, one eyebrow risen.

"So you're finally awake. I'm standing here for ten minutes already." She rushed into his house, Freed following her confused.

"Mira...what are you doing here so early in the morning?"

"Stupid question, I of course want to get you ready for the model job!"

"The...what?"

"I called my boss after you went home yesterday. He wasn't that pleased that he had to interrupt his round of Monopoly with his wife and children, I guess he was about to win, but since I make a lot of money and therefore am his favourite – ew, screw that, it sounds like I was a prostitute – I can do some extra things. He said we should be there at twelve today."

"Twelve? That's still four hours!"

"Yes. I need to get you ready before that."

Freed looked at the woman on his couch. She looked perfect. Slowly, he started to feel more awake and his brain worked again. The girl he had a crush on was in his house, pretty as always, why he was wearing nothing but his underwear, hadn't taken a shower and had a nest of hair on his head. Now he felt embarrassed.

"Forgive me my attire, Mira. I shall take a shower immediately. Feel free to make yourself comfortable."

At least I tidied up just two days ago, he thought while walking into the bathroom.

Mira sat down on the couch and looked around. His living room was pretty. Creme coloured walls and red and black furniture. Not particularly what you would expect in a man's flat, but on the other hand he wasn't a normal men. After inspecting the room, she stood up again and walked into the open kitchen. He was probably hungry, but modeling with a full tummy didn't work that well. Searching for something appropriate to eat, she found a few apples, toast, cornflakes and even a yoghurt in his fringe. This was a perfect breakfast. The white haired woman poured the yoghurt into a bowl and added an apple after cutting it into tiny pieces. She put it onto the dining table with a glass of orange juice. Then she opened the window, bend down, nearly fell out, picked a red flower that was growing in front of the window and put it into a vase she had found in a shelf to adorn the table as well. This was pretty.

When Freed came back in pants and a loose black shirt, hair hanging damp on his back, he thought he couldn't believe his eyes. There was breakfast on his dining table and even a flower. In a vase. Wait...where did she get a vase?! Obviously she had searched through his shelves. Well...it seemed like her takeover magic didn't only allow her to turn into a mo- a much stronger form. She had just taken over his household. (Author's Note: Wow, this is the dumbest joke ever haha).

"Freed! I made you breakfast! I hope you like it."

"Yeah...thank you."

"Don't worry, I won't mess up your whole life. I'm just here because of the modeling thing and thought you might be hungry. Tomorrow you will be able to sleep in again."

Oh Mira, you mess my life up since the moment you sat next to me and held my hand, Freed thought and sat down. It felt weird to be cared about like this. A little like Mira was his mother...uh...

The breakfast still tasted good.

"So, I can't avoid modeling, am I right?", he asked when he had finished.

"Exactly. You said you wanted a second date, here it is. Besides, a handsome man like you needs to get more attention."

"Alright, but under one condition: After that we continue having normal dates. No modeling and no being awakened early in the morning." Unless you are naked and wake me with kisses... Freed slapped himself mentally for that kind of thoughts.

"Okay, okay", Mirajane answered with a cute pout.

"I heard that there is a nice water park. How does that sound?"

"A lot better."

"Good. Now sit down on the couch, I need to put make up on your face."

"My...face?"

"Of course! Every model wears make up. Don't be worried, just some eyeliner to make your eyelashes seem thicker and make up to make your skin even more delicate."

Freed sighed lowly. At least he could be close to Mira and having her hands in his face wasn't that bad after all...

It looked good on him, he had to admit it. The black eyeliner underlined the beauty of his eyes and his skin looked like porcelain now. Although he felt a bit like a girl...

"Ooooh, you look perfect, Freed! Now get your swimming trunks!"

"Why that? I thought I had to wear the ones from the-"

"Of course", she interrupted him, "but we have to practise a bit, don't we? So now put your swimming trunks on and I act like I would take photos of you."

Freed sighed, but disappeared in the bedroom. As long as Mira was happy...

She herself leaned against the back of the couch and inspected her nails. They were perfectly manicured, of course, and right now painted in a light blue. The women at the agency would probably change the colour for the photos, as this season, violet bikinis were really popular. Violet did at least fit her. Last year it had been yellow, this awful colour made pale skin look so terribly ill.

Mira looked up, her eyes widened in shock as she saw Freed in a terrible pair of swimming trunks. It was black, what was alright, but not the normal, boxer shorts type; instead it was the type that pressed a man's...downer parts together like you would squeeze a ripe lemon to get the juice out of it.

"What is that?", she asked, pointing to his waist.

"My swimming trunks?" He was obviously confused.

"No. They aren't, at least not normal ones. Don't you have a normal pair? This one must hurt you down there!"

Freed blushed a little, not knowing what to say. He was glad that he did at least own a pair and now Mira complained about it. He didn't swim that often! Mostly he liked to have his peace, be alone and cast some spells, he wasn't the type that liked to show off his body all the time or join 'funny' activities like...well, like visiting a swimming pool with his friends. Even during his time with the Thunder Tribe God, he had been the most reserved and quiet member. Mira was an exception. With her, he wanted to spend as much time as possible and if he had known that she would be so flabbergasted by his recent outfit, he would have bought what she called 'normal swimming trunks' earlier. Then again, she was a model and looks and fashion were really important to her.

"Sorry...that's the only pair I have. I didn't know it was that important to you", he answered after a while, lowering his head.

"Well...I mean, it's your choice what you wear, but..."

"But you love cool fashion."

"...yes."

"What about the rest of my outfit? Does it bother you too?" He sounded a little offended, because he liked his favourite red jacket and the other things a lot. The swimming trunks had just been something he had bought a long time ago without really thinking about it. It was okay when she didn't like them, but his beloved outfit? No.

"The rest is cool. It contains the charm of gone centuries." He assumed this was a compliment.

"Anyway", she said, smiling again, "it seems like we can't practise it. Unless you want to pose naked."

Freed grinned. This time, she wouldn't make him feel embarrassed!

"So eager? I think we should wait with that a little longer."

And Mira indeed blushed.

Did you watch the fifth OVA? The whole guild visits a water park (Lots of Jerza moments *Sigh*). Every man wears the normal boxer shorts...apart from Freed. I though this needed to be fixed and fashion is really important to Mira after all...

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