I want to wish a special Happy Birthday to my best friend, Teal. HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

Erza: Silver does not own Fairy tail.

Chapter 7

(Gray pov)

Damn it. Damn it. Damn it. I meet the girl ten minutes ago, and she is injured because of me!

I leaned against the wall outside the infirmary. Rubbing a hand through my raven-hair, I sighed. Man, I know Juvia is obsessive of me and all, and she's a sweet girl, but I just don't feel that way about her. And now because of it, the new girl is in the infirmary on her second day.

I flipped around and slammed my fist hard into the wall. Damn it! It wasn't like we were making out or anything! We were just talking. Well...kind of. She actually just punched me across the bar and called me a pervert.

The flame-head ran up to me before I could tell him to piss off. "Hey, Gray, come on. I'm gonna' challenge Shelby to a fight outside the guild," he yelled excitedly.

I sent him a bored look. "Seriously, the poor girl just got finished balling her eyes out and you want to fight her?"

He nodded. Moron.

"Not interested. I need to apologize to Lissa anyway."

Natsu pouted and crossed his arms in front of his chest. "Why? Juvia should be the one to apologize."

I smacked him in the head. "Yeah, well she isn't here is she, coal-for brains?"

The pinkette shook off the hit and growled. "What did you say?!"

"I called you coal-for brains, coal-for brains!"

I just about started a fight right there, but remembered I was waiting on Lissa. "Don't you have a fight to start with Shelby?" I asked, hoping he would run off.

Which he did after one last glare to me.

I felt the blood drip down my scraped fist and pulled my hand back rubbing it slowly. Just in time, Mira exited the infirmary.

"She okay?" I grumbled. And…. Wow my fist hurts!

Mira nodded with a mischievous grin that gave me an uneasy feeling. "Lissa is perfectly fine, Gray. She was just a little shaken up and wet," she said informingly. Still with the grin.

Mira looked at the hole in the wall then back to me. She giggled despite the small destruction. "My, aren't you worried."

Not sure why, I flushed bright red. "I'm not worried! I just came to apologize," I yelled.

Mira sent me a wink. "Sure you are. Go on in." With that, the she-devil walked away giggling again.

I rolled my eyes and pushed through the door. Stupid matchmaker. I don't know anything about the girl, except that she can punch really hard.

When I entered the room, Lissa sat on the infirmary bed talking to her exceed. Instead of her soaked clothes, she was wearing some way too big white t-shirt and some jeans.

"Hey."

Lissa looked up from the small creature. "Uh, hi."

I crossed my arms and approached the bed. "I just came to say sorry about Juvia," I apologized guilty.

The Dragon Slayer flinched slightly at the mention of the rain woman and shook her blonde hair around wildly. "No reason to apologize. It was my fault."

I frowned. "Don't say that. You did nothing. Juvia had no reason to attack you like that. If I hadn't talked to you, Juvia wouldn't have done anything."

Lissa smiled softly. "True. I did sorta' enjoy talking with another ice user though," she said with a sporty smile. I flashed a quick grin back and watched her features slowly mold into a scowl. "You're still a total perv. though."

I sweat dropped. Great.

Shaking the comment off, I jerked a thumb to the door. "Come on. Natsu is challenging your friend to a fight. Wanna' watch?"

The messy haired blonde removed her scowl and shrugged nonchalantly. "Sure, I guess." She slipped off the bed and wobbled a few times before regaining her balance. I noticed an ice cast wrapped around her foot as we walked out of the room and across the almost completely vacant guild hall to the front doors.

"What's that from?" I asked pushing open the doors and approaching the crowd of guild members outside. We pushed our way to the front and Lissa opened her mouth to answer my question, but was soon interrupted by an idiotic laugh.

Turning forward, I took in the two competitors on both sides of the muddy field. Huh. Juvia must be too far away for it to rain here anymore.

Shelby, on the left side of the wide area, slipped her headphones off her neck, placing them a ways away from the field, and tied up her hair. Natsu, on the right side, was grinning like a mad man, cracking his knuckles.

Mother of Mavis, Natsu. Please don't kill the girl.

(Darcy pov)

I stood up high on my tip-toes hoping to get a better view. Curse you shortness! Why can't I be taller like Lissa.

Huffing, I crossed my arms unable to see the readying opponents. Soon, Master Makarov appeared beside me with an unpleased expression. "Something wrong, Master?" I asked still upset about not being able to see.

Makarov put a small wrinkled hand to his forehead sighing. "This brat just can't go one day without starting some big fight. Not to mention somehow, I'm not sure how, but it will happen, Natsu is going to damage the guild, again."

"So, I'm guessing Natsu likes to fight?"

The old man chuckled with dry humor. "That, my dear girl, is an extreme understatement."

Suddenly his arm grew humongous and he shoved it through the mass of mages, clearing a path for me and him. "This way little one, I want you to see something."

Seriously, 'little one'!

I walked through the path, ignoring the upset members being blocked. When I reached the front, everything was clear in front of me.

Makarov followed suit with his arm back to the way it was. He pointed a tiny finger towards Natsu's face. "Look there, Darcy," he commanded.

I followed his gaze to the pinkette. His face looked the same as normal, but when I looked into his eyes, I saw it Natsu's onyx eyes were sparkling and shaking with unbelievable excitement.

Laughing awkwardly, I looked down to the old master who came literally, just above my hip. "Is he always like this during a fight?"

Makarov shook his head. "Yes and no. Natsu always explodes with excitement, but this time is different, I can tell."

"How so?" I asked cocking my head.

He didn't hesitate to answer. "Because his opponent is another Dragon Slayer."

(Shelby pov)

When Natsu asked me to fight him, I answered yes of course, I mean why not? Now, I'm starting to regret it. Natsu is a Fire Dragon Slayer with years of experience. The only experience I have is when I got into street fights. Sure I'm a 3rd gen, but I can still die!

Natsu stood a good twenty feet in front of me, practically buzzing with eagerness.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Okay. I got this. Natsu may be a better fighter than me, but I'm still crazy strong. It'll be a dragon dominance thing. If I win, the other guild members will realize my strength. Let's do it.

When I opened my eyes, I immediately called on my magic. Purple ribbon like magic swirled around my fist, and sweet melodic music released from the ribbons, shocking some of the crowd by the sound.

Natsu grinned even bigger than before. "All right! I'm fired up now!" He punched his fists together and they were soon engulfed in a brilliance of dazzling crimson flames. Wow, cool.

Mira stepped out from the crowd, raising a long pale arm. "Okay, ready?"

We both gave a sharp nod.

She giggled. "Begin," she yelled waving her arm down in a flag gesture.

Before I could even turn to face him, Natsu's flame covered fist socked me in the jaw. I felt myself slide along the ground as pain flooded my face.

Spitting blood off to the side, I jumped up laughing. Natsu stared impressed I took the hit well.

"What?" I asked grinning through my new split lip. "You didn't think you could take me down that easy, did you?"

He shook his head. "No way. That was just a warm-up hit."

"Good," I called, launching off my back foot, sending me right towards Natsu. "Harmony Punch of the Music Dragon!" I yelled, connecting my purple, music surrounded fist straight into Natsu's chest.

The pinkette soared through the air, earning me a shocked look from most of the members.

What? Y'all are shocked by a music dragon, but not an iron dragon? Tch.

Natsu sprung up from the ground where I sent him. Apparently I gave a good hit since I somehow ripped all the fabric off the center of his shirt.

Am I embarrassed to say I got a small nosebleed upon seeing his gorgeous toned six pack? Maybe…but you would have too if you saw it.

I quickly brushed away the blood dripping down my nose hoping no one saw it.

He cracked his knuckles, ready for another attack. With another launch off my leg, I jumped into the air and swung a round house kick to his head. Natsu blocked the hit with his arm and delivered another punch to my face. I met the ground again, this time turning to see him running straight for me.

Holy Mavis, that hurt! Aiming a flaming kick to my chest, I saw an opening and threw my head back, drawing in a deep breath. Just before his foot connected with my face, I released my breath. "Roar of the Music Dragon!"

A tornado of lavender winds barreled into Natsu. With my roar comes a series of screaming guitar riffs and notes, causing some guild members to cover their ears with scrunched up faces. Tch. Wimps.

Natsu flew directly above me in the air, throwing his flaming arms back. "Wing Slash of the Fire Dragon!"

He is completely unfazed by my roar! My eyes flew wide.

Before I knew it, whip-like tendrils of fire snaked towards me. Oh crap!

I tried to spring out of the way, but a second too late and I ended up skidding against the ground with some nasty burns. Several yells erupted from the crowd, cheering on Natsu and telling me to get up. It took a grand amount of strength and cursing until I was able to push myself back up to face the Fire Dragon Slayer.

I skimmed my silver specks over my opponent. Natsu had scratches tattooing his body and a few dark purple bruises, but other than that he looked unharmed. I snuck a glance down at myself and cursed. Unlike Natsu, I had bruises everywhere and searing burns circled my legs and arms from his Wing Slash. My curly hair had come out from the pony-tail I put it in, and now is sticking to my neck in sweat, which is also stained in blood that managed to trail down from my lip. Lastly, my green tank top was burned along my chest down to my hip, revealing my black lacy bra and a tattoo of a music note on my hip.

I noticed most of the men in the guild were staring at my bra with hearts in their eyes. I rolled my eyes, not caring at all what they see. What is the big deal? You get to see some cleavage, get a life! I wear shorts and tight shirts every day, literally everyday. How is this different?

Realizing my nice tank was done for, I stripped the remaining shreds over my head and tossed it to the side, hearing joyous exclaims from the males.

A frustration mark appeared on my forehead. Bakas! It's. A. Bra.

Getting on my nerves, I turned to the crowd, completely ignoring Natsu. I placed my hands firmly on my waist after brushing my long hair behind my shoulders.

"Okay! Honestly if you enjoy seeing a girl in a bra that much two things must be wrong; either you are serious pervs, or you don't have a life. Grow up! I have been here about two days and I have honestly caught half of you ogling all the busty girls in the guild, it's pathetic. If you are that desperate, go find your selves a whore! But you're not gonna' find one here, so piss off and shut up!" I yelled, my purple ribbons swirling around me defensively.

I watched in pleasure as the guys either hung their heads in shame, widened their eyes in horror, or looked away blushing.

I hmphed, and turned back to my opponent. Bakas.

"Natsu are you-" I stopped, blistering in fury. He was staring at me.

And me wasn't looking at my face.

"What the hell?!" I shouted, blasting off toward him. He blinked three times before he noticed me coming. By then I had already come within five feet. Summoning all my musical energy into my fist, I shot upwards, hearing Natsu groan in pain before shooting off and crashing into the Fairy tail sign above the guild.

All eyes focused on the pinkette who after several seconds of silence barked out laughing.

He pried himself off the sign, and ran through the crowd. When he emerged from the mages, he approached me smirking. "You know, you're pretty strong," he laughed.

I crossed my arms. "Tell me something I don't know."

Natsu shrugged. "In that case I'm sorry for complimenting you. Now, shall we continue?" he jumped into a fighting stance. I shook my head with a bored and stuck up expression.

"No. I give. You are the better mage," I admitted.

Natsu went silent for longer than necessary, then he shook his pink head back and forth. "Stronger maybe, but not better. In fact, I hope to fight you again, you're an interesting person," he said with a big toothy grin.

I mentally frowned at the way he said 'interesting', but brushed it off and stuck out my hand. He grabbed my hand firmly in his really warm one, and shook it.

When I let go, I felt nauseous from all the fighting that occurred.

"Well if you'll excuse me," I said feeling the blackness creep up my vision.

Before I fainted though, I felt two strong arms grab me before I fell.

(Lissa pov)

I watched Natsu pick up the unconscious Shelby with a grin.

Well… I have absolutely no words to describe what I just saw. Also, mental note; don't piss her off.

Natsu brushed past all the mages with Shelby dangling in his arms, heading inside the guild. The crowd dispersed once they realized the fight was over.

I was about to follow them when Darcy and Master appeared next to me. "Hey," Darcy called waving a hand. Grinning, I skipped (or more like limped) over to the duo.

I looked around, suddenly remembering something. Where are Skip and Claire? I pushed the thought away, assuring myself they were fine. Or at least Claire was.

Makarov greeted me with a slight nod. Smiling I nodded back. "What did you think of the fight, Master?" I asked trying to make conversation.

He groaned. "Well, nothing was destroyed, so I guess I can sleep another peaceful night."

I giggled at his confidence towards Natsu, in which there is obviously none.

We all entered the guild hall which was back to its noisy atmosphere. Darcy and I waved goodbye to the Master and headed toward the infirmary.

Great. I leave the infirmary to see a fight, and after the fight I'm back in the infirmary. I hope this doesn't happen a lot.

When I opened the wooden door, Shelby was on the bed, slightly conscious, and Natsu sat in a chair beside her talking.

I strolled over to the bed. Natsu stopped talking and smiled. "Oi, Lissa, Darcy. Your friend here is a good fighter."

Darcy and I nodded while Shelby groaned and put a hand to her head. "Not really. I got my ass handed to me."

"You don't have to win a fight to be a good fighter," Natsu said putting his hands behind his head.

Shelby scoffed. "Yeah because all good fighters lose."

Darcy laughed awkwardly while Natsu grinned. "Well at least your positive," he said while jumping off the chair and heading towards the door.

"Anyway, thanks for the good fight." He bid us all goodbye before waving his hand and slipping out of the room into the loud guild hall.

Once he left, Darcy and I took seat on either side of Shelby's bed. We sat in comfortable silence for a few moments until Darcy sprang up a bit.

"Yes?" Shelby asked, leaning forward into a sitting position.

The orangette across from me snapped her fingers. "I have a great idea."

Shelby and I exchanged an 'uh-oh' glance.

Darcy continued. "We should form a team! Tons of people in the guild are in one. I heard it's really fun. You all go on jobs together and stuff."

Shelby rubbed her arm uncomfortably. "I don't know. I'm kinda' a solo worker. You know, except for Rosie."

I took the thought into consideration. Team, huh? Sounds fun. I'm in for it. Besides, it would make missions a lot easier. "Sure," I beamed.

Darcy smiled big while Shelby stayed silent.

I reached over and grabbed her arm , shaking it lightly. "Come on. It will be so awesome. Plus, you can go on solo missions even when you're in a team."

Shelby sighed, still not so convinced. "Guys, it sounds fun, I guess, but I'm not the most friendly person. Just, warning you."

Darcy frowned and grabbed her other arm. "Hey, we are asking you aren't we, why would we ask if we didn't know the consequences?"

She laughed slightly. "Wow. I didn't know you knew a word like consequences."

I could see the sweat drop on Darcy's face before continuing. "Please."

"We don't even know each other very well," she argued.

"And being a team will change that," I continued. "You can even choose the name, so long as it's not Team Shelby."

With one last long groan, Shelby smiled. "Okay, fine."

Darcy and I squealed. "Yay!"

"So, what's our name? And who will be Team 'leader'," I asked.

Shelby eyed me and Darcy.

"Okay, the leader will be you, Lissa, and we will be called….um...Team Midnight."

We all exchanged a look then broke out in smiles.

"Alright, Team Midnight is formed."