Disclaimer: I do not own Fairy Tail or its characters; that right belongs to Hiro Mashima.
A loud hiss cut through the silence, before a cry of pain followed soon by the sound of something going through the wall, again. It had been a week since he had summoned the annoying woman. But he had to admit the way she handled his siblings was amusing, to say the least. Especially Lamy, who just wouldn't get it through her head that he had no interest in her. At. All. And it seemed that Lamy disliked his little blonde 'fairy' as she was being termed.
He was not too happy with the fact that while she bartered with Mard about her contract to him, she had impressed his normally unimpressionable brother. Who said he would pay a decent price to take her off of his hands. Surprisingly, the woman had denied Mard instantly. Causing his brother to seethe quietly. Not one who was normally denied, let alone so quickly and strongly. And Jackal was more than sure his brother's interest wasn't just about how smart she was, but the fact of what her magic was. Her magic was dangerous to them.
Turning a cynical eye towards were Lamy was going toe to toe with his minion, Jackal felt a twitch at the corners of his lips. His blond fairy glaring down at his bunny ears sister. Who was wielding her scalp with malicious intent? All while totally being denied the right to get at him. So far the only command he'd given. One that the blond took great pleasure in doing. And from the way, her body was tensing, and a faint glow of white-gold was surrounding her, Lamy was going to be kicked again and with much more force than just a few minutes ago.
Leaning back and lifting a clawed hand up, pretending to inspect it. Jackal just sat back on his little chair on his dais, watching the free show. He had done much in the last week to show Lucy who was the boss, having taken note of when she was bartering with Mard to not claim to be her Master. The amount of magic she had exuded at that statement, along with a rage that had caused the room to shake. It was duly noted and agreed upon that was taboo. And with great predictability, Lucy's foot shot out with speed and accuracy. The moment it connected Lamy screeched, hurting his ears, as she sailed through the room and out the window. Missing the wall by mere inches.
"Oh! GOAL!" Lucy cried out as she thrust her arms into the air, bouncing in place.
He wouldn't say it aloud, but he enjoyed when she did that. Forgetting the abundance of curves she had. And Jackal knew that his other brothers and the lower class demons enjoyed it as well. It was distracting, especially before he gave some clothes that covered her up a bit better, but not much. That little outfit she called sleepwear was less than what he'd seen the whores wear. Almost as sheer as well. And it displeased him that others were ogling his property.
"Hey, puppy! When do you think you will allow me to go 'visit' my family and friends?"
At the question from the blond breaking into his inner musings, Jackal looked at her. Annoyance flashing across his face as he shrugged and shifted his body in his chair. Stretching his legs over one arm as his back curled over the other. Never taking his gaze from Lucy, because he had found that she was vindictive to an extreme. Exceptionally creative to boot. His poor tail had been the brunt of her first act of malicious brutality. It had left him wondering if she was a demon in a former life, having been reincarnated as that innocent, bubbly, slightly klutzy blond as punishment. Of course, he had asked that only to find her foot planted in his right thigh, before she stated she would not miss next time.
"That is not an answer... Lord Jackal..." she said, clearly struggling at using the title he had negotiated that she used when addressing him.
Smiling a fanged smile at her, he rolled out of the chair, landing on his feet before stalking over to her. Enjoying the way her eyes narrowed warily as he lifted his clawed hands up. She knew he was good at using them. Hell, she had learned that he could explode anything he wanted with his curse. The exception being Mard. From experience, he knew that was extremely bad. He had graciously explained that to her, which she shook her head in agreeance before stating she didn't ever want to be left alone with him because he had her skin crawling.
"When you do something that pleases me other than keeping my sister away from me. Then and only then will I think about it," he said, running a clawed hand down the side of her cheek.
Feeling the shiver under his fingertips pleased him, as well as the visible shudder she gave when he growled his pleasure at feeling it. He loved invading her space, making her react like this. Clearly hating that he did it to get a rise out of her, for the sole purpose of wanting to just punish her. Smiling wider as he leaned in, running his other hand down her other cheek, making sure his claws left little red furrows in their wake without drawing blood, Jackal paused and pulled back.
"What was that?" he asked her.
The confused look that flickered in the depths of her mocha eyes told him she was unaware of the reaction. Snorting he let his hands land on her shoulders, digging the tips into the material of the top, before shredding it. Turning he walked away as he heard the rather colorful cursing she did as she struggled to keep the top on. To keep what little modesty she had, not that there was much of it after her arrival in that sleepwear.