A/N: Welcome, welcome. I hope that you enjoy this chapter. And I know that I don't own Fairy a Tail because of I did, someone would have probably died by now from inside team Natsu. I admit that at least one person dies in any story I come up with that is not a fanfic.

Cana: That's depressing. Why couldn't you say it would just be full of flowers and couples that got along?

Snowleopard: Because, that would be no fun!

Laxus: would you just get on with this?

Snowleopard: Right! Please enjoy and tell me how I am doing!


Ch2 Pt4 (Choices)

Bixlow jumped down from the roof of the last house in order to land face to face with the prettiest girl around; Levy. His huge grin was only obscured by the disgustingly long tongue that he had sticking out of his mouth. It was his signature after all.

Levy attempted to simply walk around him, even if his wide, padded shoulders made it hard, she had to try. But when that proved impossible she vaguely listened to the nonsense that started to spew from his mouth.

"Levy, why most you spend all your time reading? Woman shouldn't read, then they start to get ideas!" The brute attempted at conversation.

Levy could barely contain the retort that had lodged itself between her teeth. As if thoughts were a bad thing! If anything they helped make this world into a far better one and they were constantly there to alleviate her boredom whenever things like this happened and she was around someone this infuriating. Idea were the basis of life, and if he couldn't see that, then he was an even bigger idiot than she had originally pinned him as.

The chorus coming from his three woman entourage suddenly spoke up.

"Bixlow! He is so handsome!"

"So smart!"

"So strong."

Levy ignored the three and remarked to him "Why, Bixlow, I didn't realize you were so primeval!"It was meant as a insult, but the oaf laughed it off and thanked her for the compliment as he took her book and managed to throw it into the only puddle of mud that just so happened to sit not too far away.

Now levy was fuming, but she hid the anger behind a smile. She even made a point of not listening to anything that he had to say. She simply tried to get back at her book. The one that she was reading previously to her intelligence being insulted and her time wasted.

Once she got the book, she was about to just stalk off to her house. But then she heard something coming from Freed that made her turn around and caused her eyes to light with anger.

"What did you say about my father?" She snapped at the green haired man.

"Just that he needs all the help he can get!" He answered with a flick of his hand. the other one now resting on the hilt of an elaborate sword that sat at his hip. None had ever seen the man use the sword, and a lot speculated on wither he could even wield it.

Bixlow agreed and they both started laughing. This only angered Levy more. How dare they do that! How dare they mock her father like that!?

"My father is a genius! He is an inventor after all. You shouldn't be saying bad things about a man as smart as him!" She reprimanded them with her harsh tone. She was thoroughly enraged by their behavior. Even if she was over a foot shorter then them, as a woman her fury should have been feared by all it was turned on. If anything her glare was very menacing for someone of her stature.

Seeing this, Bixlow cuffed Freed on the back of his head and said "Stop talking about her father, she doesn't like it!"Of course, there was no seriousness in his tone. But he figured that if he wanted her to marry him, then he would have to play along for the time being.

As if on cue, there was a bang coming from Levy's house, and puffs of smoke came from that direction.

Ignoring the new round of laughter that Bixlow and Freed let out unceremoniously, Levy began her run towards her house. Once there, she opened the door to the cellar and rushed into her fathers laboratory.

It was the place where most of her fathers intentions came to life. Finding her father fine, with the exception of the soot and dirt that covered him from head to toe, she let out a relived sigh.

"A few more tinkering, and maybe this will work." He mumbled to himself as he went back under the machine he was currently inventing.

Knowing that he was fine, Levy started to think back to what the towns people always thought of her. Not bothering to care about what they thought of her father. HE really didn't care about that kind of thing anyway.

Without really meaning to, she said "Papa, am I strange?"

The inventor scoffed "Strange? My daughter? No."

Levy couldn't help but smile at him a little.

He made a few more adjustments, and then started jumping up and down. In amazement, Levy started to clap her hands and hug her father.

"It works! It works! I can't believe it!" She cried along with her fathers.

In front of them, the combinations of gears and tools was now citing wood to the right measurements before flicking it over to the steadily growing pile of fire wood.

In what seemed like a few minutes, Levy watched as her father packed up, mounted the horse Philip and started off towards the fair to show off his invention.

With a sigh, the short blue haired girl walked over to the house and started to read once again. She didn't realize that her father and his busted sense of direction was leading him and Philip down the wrong path and into danger.


After a few hours of blissful silence, a knock on the door caused me to inwardly groan.

Looking through the device that my father made so that we could see who was on the other side of the door (he called it a peep hole for some reason), I groaned again once I saw what was waiting on the other end of the door. It was Bixlow. Forcing a smile I opened the door.

"Levy!" He called as he barged in to the house mostly uninvited. Didn't even bother to notice that he had shoved me aside in the posses either.

Oh how Levy would have loved to just stick her nose in a book and pretend that he didn't exist. Especially as he started talking about how the perfect wife for him would tend to his aching feet when he got home from a long hunting trip.

Levy did scrunch up my nose when he took his boots off and she found out just how stinky his feet were. Did he know what personal hygiene is? She found out soon after that he also had no sense of personal space either.

While he kept hinting about wife's and marriage, he had pinned Levy to the door.

The good news was that she had made sure it was the door. As he asked her to marry him and started to inch forward to her face to kiss her, Levy grabbed the doorknob and watched with amusement as he fell out of her house and into a mud puddle. She quickly garbed his boots and threw them towards him too.

At least then the stench would leave with him.

She just hoped that he got the hint and knew that she was so not interested in a pervert like him.


In the woods:

Philip knew that he had been pulled he wrong way! The horse started to panic as yellow and red gleaming eyes found the two traveling mammals.

The wolves advanced on them, Philip reared, sending the old man flying into the snow before the frightened horse ran, the wolves snapping at the horses hooves. Levy's father was left stranded in the cold snow. He was very lucky that none of the wolves seemed to notice him at all.

Not knowing what else to do, he relied on his nonexistent sense of direction and began to walk. He had just about reached his limit when a pair of black iron gates came into view in front of him.

The gates hid a shadowy castle that most would have run from. However, as illustrated in the past, this man needed a survivors instinct beaten into him. Or at least a sense of self-preservation. He didn't even notice the creepiness of the demon gargoyles that rimmed the roof all around the top of the castle.

Pushing his way into the castle, the man found him in a place with no light.

"Come on Droy, we have to help him. Look, he is shivering!" A voice said from the shadows that were cast by a single lit candlestick.

"No, no, no, no! The master would not be happy!" Another bodiless voice suddenly snapped at the first.

"Who's there?" The man asked as he garbed the candle from its place by the miniature grandfather clock.

"Up here!" The first voice there was a tapping on the old mans head.

Looking up, the man was surprised to see that it was the candlestick itself that was talking to him. And it didn't take too long to realize that the second voice was coming from the clock. Especially since it kept huffing and making rude comments at the candle stick.

The fact the it could talk made the inventor interested in the little clock. He opened it up and played around with the gears inside, trying to figure out what made the clock appear to come to life.

All he got were sore fingers as the clock slammed its cover shut and started huffing at the candlestick again.

"Jet! This is your fault! You just had to go and talk to the first person who came in here!" The clock yelled at the thin candlestick.

"Look at the man. Dray, he is shivering from the cold. We must help him. At least let him sit by the fire!" The golden candlestick sighed as he led the inventor towards a chair and lit the fire place.

Meanwhile, Droy, the clock, started mumbling protests "No, not the fire...not the masters chair... Do you know what he will do to us when he finds out?"

As if on cue, a sound came from the the door way. If was in between a growl and a laughed. "Gihehe" and it sent shivers down the poor mans spine. "Have you come to see the beast?" The voice asked.

He could see the glowing red eyes and what seemed to be an angry black mane of hair.

"No, please. I was just lost in the woods. I needed a place out of the snow. Please, I am so sorry. I will go if you want!" He stammered excuses one after another.

Jet, the candlestick, also tried to help him as Droy was only just mocking them all with how he had known this would somehow happen to them. The master never was on a good mood.

Before he could say anything else, the beast roared "You want a place to stay? I'll give you a place to stay!"

As he stepped into the light of the fire, the metal scales gleamed in the red-orange light. Before anything else could be said, The best had grabbed the man by the collar of his shirt and stalked to the tower before throwing him into the dungeon.

His temper had flared out of control, and he was so angry that he couldn't calm himself enough to realize how wrong he was to have thrown someone in the dungeons for just trying to get out of the cold. He was just so ashamed that someone had seen him.


At Levy's House:

Levy was out doing her rounds when she saw the frightened horse that came from the woods. After she saw how frightened the horse was, the next thing she saw was that her father was nowhere in sight.

With a rash, split second decision, she rushed to the horse, unhooked the sled that held her fathers new invention, and mounted the calmed horse.

Without looking back to see if she could get help, Levy pointed the horse to the forest and urged it to lead her to her father.


A/N hey, I found wifi!

Canna: Why the hell did it take you so long?

Snowleopard: I got caught up... Reading,...

Laxus: You know that really isn't a good excuse.

Snowleopard: I'm sorry, alright? And I really don't know how Jet and Droy would act without Levy, so I decided it wouldn't matter much if they were ocish.

Canna: Fine!

Snowleopard: Please let me know how I did!