Gajeel, Makarov - accommodation

You have to do it, son!

«I expect you to put all your energy into this, my boy».

«The hell? You crazy old chock! Why should I do something like that?»

«2 reasons. First — you need to improve your communication skills, you greatly need it, my boy, second – to reveal your good side (you have one, right?), to show your nakama that they can regard you as one of them. And personally I want to check if your famous iron manipulating skills are really as good as you claim or it's just a boasting and all you can create it's huge metal beams. I prefer to be closely acquainted with my children's abilities. Master's duties, you know."

"You, old tricky fucking greaser! I am not gonna do it! Never!"

"See, that's what I meant. Communication, boy, positive way of thinking, desire to be helpful and nice – you need to work on this. So, I suggest you start. Only one week left, 14 it's next Friday, don't waste time".

"Fuck! You, this insane Guild, everything! I quit! You won't make me pansy shit! I not gonna do anything for these fucking idiots! Nice, my ass! You really expect I'll agree? I refuse, you hear? Fuck!"

Curses were heard long after Gajeel left Makarov's office. Guild master peacefully remained on his deck, unperturbed and smiling. He assigned Iron Dragon Slayer with special mission – to make presents for his guildmates, to congratulate them with Valentine's. And, although he didn't mention it, he planned a reward, in case Slayer will manage to fulfill the mission.

Like a huge gloomy cloud, swearing non-stop, Gajeel moved through town toward his cabin. Streets emptied as he turned on them, citizens of Magnolia hurried to take cover inside buildings and waited until big scary Iron Slayer disappear from view. He has been living here only a month and even Fairy Tail mark didn't grant him fans yet. Not that he spent many efforts to change it.

Slamming the door so hard that it only by a miracle stayed at place, Gajeel collapsed on the sofa. He was fuming, frenzied, consumed with a murderous intentions. Turn Makarov into a steak, smash the whole guild, transform Salamander into handful of ash, chop Titania into pieces, scoop up all the rest and make fireworks with them! Oh yes, this will be so good. Multiple splashes, bright colors: red, green, yellow, blue… Maybe without blue, there is something disturbing about it. Oh, fuck, to hell all this!

Week had passed, no one saw their newest comrade in the Guildhall. No one was sorry or worried because of it. Besides, Valentane's was coming, everyone was cheerful, busy and rather glad that permanently brooding Slayer roamed somewhere else.

13th, deeply in the evening, shadowy figure leaked into Guildhall. It was big and dark, had red eyes with reptile slits, which usually looked unfriendly and tonight turned into two bloody menacing spots. Shadow carried some stuff like a big sack or box, in which something clanked and jingled repeatedly. Due to the late hours huge room was almost empty and uncustomary calm, Mirajane, after spending half the day preparing and placing decorations warned everyone that she personally will rip head of a person who dare even to think about fights or other types of destruction. So few remained Fairy Tail's mages behaved exemplary, quietly sitting and talking. Among late visitors were Gray, Wendy and Warren, occupied with discussing what surprises Master prepared for tomorrow's celebration.

Shadow, still unnoticed, hid at the dark corner. What plans it had? Is it aimed at spoiling Valentine's?

The honor to check this out first fell to Gray. Ice Mage was heading somewhere, probably home, when shadow blocked his way and with a barked sentence, in which Gray was able to identify only words "this" and "fuck", thrust something into his hands. All intercourse was so sudden and swift that he even hadn't opportunity to react. Shadow disappeared, Gray was left alone with something in his arms. It wasn't big but rather heavy. Stepping into more illuminated place, he examined it closely. It was kind of a belt, specially constructed to connect pants with shirt, in a way to prevent one piece of clothing be removed if the other was still on. It was delicate, firm and beautiful. And it was made of metal. Gray spent at least 5 minutes staying and looking dumbly at it.

Warren was next and he really was lucky that shadow overtook him near the bench. Something was put on his head, literally and rather forcibly put on, action made him to plop down and frieze. He dared to move only about 10 or 15 minutes later, starting with raising his hands and cautiously palpating what it was. Round, smooth, heavy, what it can be? Warren carefully pulled it off. Metal helmet? For what? And from Ga...Oh, God!

Wendy, who was invited to spend the night in one of spare rooms at the second floor, managed to reach the door, when shadow caught her.

"Hey, you, do you celebrate this love shit?" - Dark figure angrily asked her.

"Sorry, what?" - The girl squeaked, completely bewildered.

"I asked, if you celebrate this fucking love crap? Cause if you do, take this". And shadow put into her palms metallic figurine of Carla, her Exceed Cat, 20sm long graceful masterpiece, so beautifully made, that if not shining surface it may be considered alive.

"Oh… it's… oh" - Little Dragon Slayer couldn't say anything else, but seams shadow didn't want to hear anything at all, because its eyes sparkled angrily and with an irritated snort it disappeared.

Next morning was a very unusual for Fairy Tail. First and even second and third wave of visitors, opening the Guild's door, were greeted by Mira's screaming coming from the kitchen, where half laughing half crying barmaid was hugging huge amount of new dazzling sparkling cutlery. Forks, spoons, knives – it was impossible to say how many of them were there, probably enough to serve for the entire Guild. Mira was at heaven, all present mages, standing around, in shock.

As the day continued and more wizards came, more screaming of various nature were heard. Joyful from Lucy, who discovered amazing key-ring on her table; warlike from Natsu, whose beloved scarf somehow turned out to be decorated by a metal sign that said 'dumbass'; confused from Elfman, who got two statuettes: male and female. On the male one was an inscription – 'This is a man', on the female - 'This is NOT a man'. Erza found a new sheath, but she wasn't screaming, of course, she was at a dignified speechless state. Cana was half hidden inside her new personal tankard or barrel, if it belonged to someone else. She wasn't screaming as well, too busy producing happy gurgling. On the ShadowGear table towered a big box. Jet and Droy were waiting for Levy to open it. And when the Script Mage at last came half the Guild were dying to know what inside of it was.

Everyone was expected shelves or stands for books, everyone was wrong.

Inside was 2 pears of dumbbells, awful handwriting of attached notes said: 'For Speedy', 'For other guy' and a delicate bookmark 'For Bluehaired girl'. Jet and Droy choked with indignation, Levy took present with a timid smile. Yes, the giver still didn't know her name and his person was scary and contradictory at the least, but it was impossible not to admire his work – the bookmark was decorated with small calligraphic letters and, judging by his actual handwriting, it wasn't easy to do this. Dumbbells also were accurately made and have holders for comfortable grip. So he is observant and attentive. And definitely capable of much more than just to curse and to fight.

"Guys," - Script Mage addressed her gathered guildmates - "Let's give him something too. Maybe invite him to celebrate with us? What do you think?"

"Levy, nooooo" from Jet and Droy was drowned out by enthusiastic exclamations of approval from most of the rest. Pros were from Lucy, Mira, Wendy, Juvia, Cana, Bixlow, whose dolls were now placed in his new secure box, and even Natsu, who already torn a sigh from his scarf and, blessed kind soul, completely forgot about it.

Makarov, quietly observing the whole scene from a second floor, smiled to Gajeel, who stood nearby in a pose of a disinterested statue with a stone face.

"You heard them, go ahead. It will be a big party: dancing, charades, and, of course, lots of love – typical celebration for Fairy Tail".

"What? I am not gonna participate!"

"I don't think you have a choice. You are one of us now, you have to do it, son!"

"What the hell! You tricked me, old man!"

"You think so?"

"Yeah!"

"Well, maybe, you are right. Ready to start your first party in Fairy Tail?"

"I said, I am no-o-o-oy..."

Bam!

Makarov's arm grow, raised Gajeel and softly transferred him through the railing. He landed right on Natsu. 2 seconds of common commotion and Fairy Tail's Valentine's party officially started.