A/N: This is not like any school I know of, it's totally made up by moi. And there's a reason it's not like most troubled peoples schools, but that's an important plot thing for FAR into the future and I won't reveal it just yet. I hope you enjoy Gray and Erza's first day of school, which is what this chapter is all about XD

Self Defense

Mathematics

English

Science

Photography

Art

Therapy

"We have the same classes correct?" Erza questioned Gray (she had forcefully shoved him out of bed this morning) he simply nodded, stifling a yawn with his palm. She didn't get the 'I'm tired leave me alone' vibes coming from him. Her face was lit up as she read the classes they were about to depart for, her whole body practically quivering with the possibilities of the day.

"Self defense is a weird choice." Gray said, staring at his schedule. Erza raised her brown eyes and glared at him. He cleared his throat loudly. "What I mean is it sounds fun!" Honestly he was a little confused as why they'd be teaching apparent 'bad kids' fighting, but decided not to comment on his confusion. He didn't want to get beat up by Erza today. He didn't know if the red headed girl could fight, but he certainly didn't want to be the one she tested her skills on.

"Let's compare our schedules with the others." She said next, gesturing for him to follow. Mostly because he was still sleepy, he didn't protest and simply traced her footsteps. "Ah, Lucy!" He heard her exclaim.

"Hey popsicle!" Natsu shouted, slapping Gray in the back of the head. Gray, suddenly very awake, turned around in utter rage. "I saw Erza drag you outta bed this morning. Does that mean you're not strong enough to take down a measly girl?"

"Natsu, Gray!" Erza scolded, evidentially missing the last comment but hearing their bickering. Both boys looked at her in disbelief. "Stop fighting!"

"Listen Scarlet-"

"Look Erza-"

Slam! Gray's head and Natsu's were slammed together in such a manor that both boys stumbled away, swearing. He heard Lucy laugh and Erza snicker, but all Gray could think was: I now know how self-defense is going to go.

"Pair up with your partners…. Or something." Their teacher instructed, rubbing the spot in-between his eyes. Their teacher, Mr. Clive, or Gildarts as he liked to be called, didn't seem that into the subject he was teaching. Still, all the students besides Gray and herself seemed to regard him with a sort of respect.

"Excuse me?" Erza challenged, "Or something?" The man looked down at her, his eyebrows drawing together.

"Are you doubting me?"

"You sound like you're doubting yourself." She shot back, "A proper teacher never should." She almost thought she heard Gray swear behind her.

"Do you really think you know the first thing about self defense?" Gildarts asked her, apparently having woken up from whatever ailed him. Erza nodded, and stepped back several meters, raising her hands in front of her. "Come at me then."

Erza launched herself up at him in a jump kick that certainly caught the teacher off guard. Her small foot smashed into cheek, but soon he grabbed it and flipped her to the ground. She was up on her feet again in the blink of an eye, her fist soaring towards his stomach. He caught her punch before she could land it, and slammed her back into the training mat, knocking the breath out of her. She expected him to scold her for fighting him, but instead he threw back his head and laughed.

"You're the first person to lay a fist on me in seven years sweetheart." He said, grinning. "You'll be a fine student." He reached down a hand to help the girl to her feet. Erza smiled back at him, and went back to stand next to Gray. The raven haired boy looked at her in almost admiration, but he quickly turned his face back to the teacher which left her thinking she'd imagined it.

"Now, what I was saying before-"

"Erza."

"Erza interrupted me, pair up with your school issued partners and try to take them down." She noticed with glee that Gray went white when the man said this. I can scare you now Fullbuster? She thought smugly to herself, turning to face him.

"Shall I go easy on you?" She inquired, her eyebrows rising in challenge. Gray looked slightly nervous, but didn't accept her offer.

The training area consisted of a bunch of cushy mats, usually used for stunts in various movies, and couldn't cause to much damage if you fell down upon them. Erza and Gray stood across from each other on one of the mats. Erza rather liked her new gym uniform, which consisted of red sweatpants with yellow flames stitched up the side, and a loose white top. They had just recently changed, and a blush rose up into Erza's cheek when she realized just how tightly that shirt clung to his abs. Yes, he did have abs.

Erza raised her hands in a typical defense formation. Gray looked nervous, but raised his hand in a similar manner. She was only slightly surprised when he threw the first punch. Gray didn't seem like the kind of boy to be bested that easily, or to be frightened by the aspect that she was a girl. No he was for sure going to fight her.

She ducked the punch, and gripped his arm, attempting to flip him over her head. His punch instead slammed into her stomach, but it was obviously not his full strength. Still, it was enough to knock the wind out of her for a moment. She brought both of her feet up and kicked his chest, sending him flying backwards on top of the mat, Erza falling with him. She landed on top of him with a dull thud, her face inches from his.

"I'm sorry!" She squealed, her voice rising in a manor like it never had before.

"I'm sorry!" He shouted as well.

"That wasn't what you two were supposed to do…" Gildarts said, looking down at the pair of them. "But well done Gray, gotcha yourself a lady friend on the first day?"

The teacher himself had to go to the nurses office that day.

"How the hell do you draw your face?" Erza asked him suddenly, turning her head up from her sheet of paper and scrutinizing his face. Gray had to stifle a laugh, her paper was covered with erase marks and ugly dark lines.

The lesson was simple, draw your partners face. He'd already sketched the beginning of Erza's one eye, and was concentrating on getting the strands of her hair to perfection. He sighed loudly, rolling his eyes. He crossed the room and picked up a new piece of paper, whisking away her old one. He then flipped his page over.

"Start with a basic circle." He instructed her, lightly sketching the shape on his piece of paper. She attempted to copy him, her fingers shaking slightly as she drew a wobbly circle. He assumed that was the best she could do and moved on. "Two lines." He said, holding up two fingers, and demonstrating them, drawing a cross across the face, representing where the eyes and the mouth would go.

"Okay." She said firmly, and sketched it. He drew a jaw line, and she copied him, and at this point he figured that he would look like a girl on her paper.

"Now attempt drawing the outline of my eyes." He widened them at her. She nodded, and leaned across the table, her face getting closer to his. She studied his eyes, her brown eye inches from his. He could almost see through her hair, but all he could see was white cotton. He didn't question it when she leaned back. She drew his eyes, but they looked more like squashes.

When she was finished, she proudly held up her drawing for him to look at. He raised his eyebrows, then narrowed them in concentration, trying to figure out who she had drawn.

"Hey, weren't you supposed to draw me?"

"That is you!" She protested.

"I though it was Gildarts-" He cut off as a whimper escaped his lips, for she had kicked him under the table…. In a special place no one should ever kick.

"What are you most afraid of?" Mirajane asked them both, her blue eyes wide. Gray narrowed his own eyes at her, wondering how the heck she was a therapist (which of course was the 'class' they were in right now), a cook, and a newbie guide. Surely enough however, the white haired woman was sitting at a desk in front of him and Erza, a notebook open.

"What will it do for us telling you personal stuff like that?" Gray questioned her, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms across his chest. Erza shot him a glare, but it didn't look like she was about to spill any secrets to Mirajane anytime soon.

"It might feel better to open up to someone." Mirajane crossed to the window inside her office, peering out. "I know it helped me."

"You went to school here?" Erza asked, and Mira nodded.

"Tell you what." She said, sitting back in her desk chair and leaning across the table to look them both in the eyes. "You tell me something about you, and I'll tell you something about me." Her voice had gotten slightly softer.

"I'm most afraid of being vulnerable." Erza said quickly, her voice rushing out so it sounded like one big long word. The redhead stared down at her hands, but other than that word she didn't elaborate.

"Losing-" Mira began, then looked at him. "I'll finish my fear, which comes in two parts, if you tell me yours."

"Deliora." He said swiftly, not removing his gaze from the window, or elaborating.

"Control. Losing control." Mira said, "I think that's enough for today." She watched the pair go, her lip curling upward. They would most certainly be her next matchmaking target. A birds beak tapped against the window, and Mirajane looked back to see a small pink bird cheeping on the windowsill. Frowning slightly, she tapped the window, causing the bird to fly away.

"Who's Deliora?" Erza inquired as soon as they were back in the hall. Gray looked down at her.

"It's none of your business." He said in a rough voice, and then stomped off towards his room.

Natsu found that it was very hard to avoid Lucy when you were paired together in ever single fucking class. First it was self defense, where despite his anger towards the blonde, he still couldn't hit her. She'd fallen on top of him, rather on accident or not he didn't know, but it still brought back unwanted memories. In Math he failed the starter quiz because he was to prideful to ask for her help, in English she simply ignored him, and he ignored her.

She still looked the same, with the same innocent brown eyes, the blonde hair that smelled like vanilla, everything. As if nothing had really happened in July. "Why can't you trust me Natsu? Maybe you're to messed up for even me to handle." Natsu punched the punching bag again.

He was currently in the training room, beating the hell out of the red bag, his fists starting to crack and bleed. But he didn't care. On the outside, he was still the same. He tried to be. But on the inside his mind screamed at him that he was a fool. That no one except for Wendy could be trusted.

A small hand rested on his shoulder, and he whirled around, a violent bellow erupting from his lips. Wendy was used to his antics and merely placed her hands on her hips, gesturing for him to sit down. He watched his little sister as she marched over to the first aid kit and took out a couple of bandages, before gingerly wrapping them around his fragile knuckles.

"How do you like your room mate?" He asked her, and she nodded, a smile lighting up her features. He laughed. Wendy stopped speaking that one day seven years ago, and while he missed their proper conversations, he still loved the silent communication they had developed. Her smile faded, a frown on her features as she pointed to his hands. "I know." He sighed, and she shrugged her shoulders . Why? "Because of Lucy."

She slapped his head. Her hands were on her hips, her eyebrows furrowed. She shook her head firmly, pointing to his heart, and then his head. You need to forget about her.

"I know Wen." He murmured, and extended his arms. His sister fell into them easily, her small face pressed into his shoulder. Wendy was the only person he could trust, ever since he was a baby he had always felt out of place. She made him feel at home again. When he was with her, it felt like anything was possible.

They didn't notice the blonde staring from the doorway, quickly darting away when she heard that she was the reason for Natsu's frustration.

"Fairy Tail is contained?"

"Yes, and all the others as well."

"You know I only care about Fairy Tail."

"Yes, and without a single death."

"Efficient, you will be paid well. With us the only ones with knowledge of truth, we can now rule the world. Especially with those brats out of the way."

"And no one will suspect a thing."

A/N: Mystery! Maybe. I don't think anyone can really guess where I'm taking this…. LOL. But thank you so much for reviewing! This story has gotten way more followers then I thought it would, considering it's only the third chapter.

Thank you!