HELLO EVERYONE!

Yay! I'm finally getting the hang of this! I hope all of you enjoyed the last chapter! It was actually a lot of fun to write.

Now before any of you grab your torches and pitchforks and lose all sense of your humanity because of your obsessive gajevy love (builds a wall and hides behind) I am SOOOO very sorry this update was late! I've been pretty busy and am having a tiny case of writer's block which I am trying to get over. I unfortunately am not going to be able to update as regularly as I want to from now on; I am starting high school soon and it's gonna be a lot of work to stay on top of things. Don't worry it's not like I'll only update it once a year or anything like that. I will update but it just might not be every week (probably every two weeks). I hope you all understand.

Anyways, if any of you were confused about Juvia being a nurse/spy I'm going to try and clear that up. Gajeel told Juvia to find out what had happened to Levy (because he's trying to avoid any awkward moments between them) and Juvia decided to go for the subtle approach by pretending to be a nurse rather than just go in her room and start interrogating her.

I really hope you guys are enjoying this fic, and remember, KEEP THE REVIEWS COMING! Don't be shy, I don't bite! (not a lot anyways) but it does really help if you guys offer your opinion. That way I can know what you like about the story and try to incorporate it into the story. Not to mention I find that it really motivates me to write when people do review; seriously if I get reviews I literally have like a HUGE urge to start writing, so it could lead to sooner updates.

By the way, please ignore any spelling or grammar mistakes. I found some on last chapter and I am SO EMBARRASSED! (cries in Corner of Shame)

NOW ONTO THE PART WHERE GAJEEL KICKS THE ASS OF JOSE PORLA!

I do not own Fairy Tail or any of it's beautiful characters, Hiro Mashima has that great honor.

Gajeel didn't even glance back at the bodies of the two dead guards; he didn't have to.

The scent of the blood was more than reassuring that they were both nothing but corpses on the filthy streets; blood streaming down their faces and necks like a river.

The scent of their fresh blood pierced the insides of his nostrils. Sending shivers of exhilaration down his neck and to his spine. It was a strange emotion; the incredible amount of contentment he felt when he spilled blood. The want to cause pain and prove he was stronger than any of his opponents. It was a trait he was sure he had inherited directly from Metalicana. It was a desire powerful enough to drive a man mad, but not Gajeel. He did more than just accept the incredible feeling of bloodlust coursing through his veins

He loved it.

He had been riding for almost two full days, his muscles were tense and he was freezing his ass off. Yet when he inhaled the scent of blood; it was all he needed for his muscles to relax and every one of his senses heightened like when a predator had finally discovered it's prey.

He stormed towards Jose's palace. Tapestries with the Phantom Lord insignia were hung just outside the palace gates. He tore one off and used it as a rag to carelessly wipe of the blood dripping from his sword, Karma Demon. While cleaning the edge of, he made a mental note to tear each of them to shreds after he was done with Jose.

He found his mind continuously returning to the shrimp and that messed up story she told Juvia. He wasn't sure why but hearing the things that Jose had done to her made his blood boil. Gajeel didn't mind making his enemies writhe in agony. Hell, he enjoyed it, but that kid hadn't been anyone's enemy. She was just a little girl who got dragged into a hellhole, and Jose had put her there. A smirk spread across his face.

Now it was up to him to return the favor.

He strode right through the courtyard, his boots crunching in the snow as he sheathed Karma Demon back into his belt. There were twelve doors that led out of the courtyard, and he didn't have a damn clue which led to Jose. Several maids were gathered in the garden, carrying baskets or He turned towards one of the maids, who had a basket of dirty guards uniforms in her arms. "Where is Lord Jose Porla?" he glared at her.

The woman stared owlishly at him and raised a shaking hand to point a bony finger at the third door. Gajeel didn't spare her a second glance as he strode over to the door, grabbed the brass ring handle and swung the door open so hard that the wood splintered against the stone walls.

He heard one of the maids squeak behind him at the sound of splintering wood. He didn't care, he only had one thing on his mind.

Jose Porla.

He was one of the Ten Saint Lords, the only lords in Fiore who ran their own country. They were ranked above most lords, but below the king and his family. Most lords remembered their place, that even though they did run their own country they still had to obey those who had given them lordship; Jose Porla was a different story.

Immediately after receiving his lordship he had built a large legion by taking over small cities and forcing all healthy men into his army that could rival the most powerful king in it's grand numbers. Using that army to threaten and intimidate, Jose became a lord of a pretty powerful country just outside of Kurogane. He had always carried a superior attitude even larger than his legion; Metalicana had talked about knocking his ass off his high horse but usually forgot about it.

As he reached the end of the hallway Gajeel found himself standing in the middle of the largest throne room he'd ever seen. Tall stone pillars crawled up the sides of polished walls reaching a massive ceiling overhead. Purple Phantom Lord banners were hung on the spaces between the marble floor led over to a small set up stairs which led up to a platform that held a giant stone throne, where the bastard himself was smiling down at him; slumped over to with his arm leaning casually off the side, fingers holding a goblet.

Guards stood around the throne; he counted seven on each side. They all turned their heads when Gajeel entered the room, several even drawing their swords, but Jose carelessly waved down at them.

"Now, now, this young man is our guest. It wouldn't be very fitting of a lord of my status to run a guest through like a wild pig."

"Gajeel," he purred, the words dripping like poisoned honey from his mouth, sending cold shivers down Gajeel's back. "I must admit I wasn't expecting you. I send a message to the mighty king and in return he sends his young son, perhaps those stories were mere tales; the mighty Metalicana is nothing but a coward who needs his child to fight his battles."

Gajeel returned the man's glare, his hand was practically itching to grab the hilt of his sword and ram it down Jose's throat, anything to shut him up, but he just balled it into a fist and pressed it to his side. "I assume you got my message," he continued in a slow, careless drawl. "Such a pretty little thing if I remember correctly, but I wouldn't be surprised if the cold finished her off not long after our little visit." He swirled around his goblet lazily, as if he couldn't even bring himself to care about attacking and slaughtering a village. "I assume that's why you've been sent here; you're father has agreed to my demands?"

"I wasn't sent here by anyone, bastard," he snarled up at the man, who sat up a little straighter in his seat in response of his angry tone. "Metalicana has been missing for the past month, but even if he were here, the answer would still be the same! And I am telling you that there is no damn way that Kurgane would ever be handed over to you!" If looks could kill, Jose would've been burned to ash on the spot, but the man simply raised an eyebrow.

"Metalicana's missing, you say? Well that makes things even easier; now you have no choice but to agree to my demands!" he cried gleefully.

"What the hell makes you say that?" he asked. Hadn't the bastard just heard him tell him to screw off? "Metalicana may be gone but I sure as hell ain't; as long as I'm alive your ugly ass have no right to lay claim to Kurogane!"

Jose's lips quickly formed a scowl. "You dare insult me in my own castle, you little worm! My legion is far superior to yours, and you can't properly lead a country at your age. I could kill you where you stand and there would be no one who could defend Kurogane."

Gajeel snorted and returned his glower with a razor grin. "Actually, there are plenty of people other than you who could take my father's place; people who have a right to the throne. Lily is my father's viceroy, so I could probably let him rule right now until my eighteenth birthday. There's my aunt and uncles; Grandeeney, Weisslogia, Igneel, or Skiadrum. Same for their brats too. They all could take a shot at Metalicana's throne, they'd have some right to it. But I ain't gonna let it happen. I don't care what you say about my age or the size of my army, I'm taking my father's throne. But not until I've ripped you to shreds."

He drew Karma Demon and thrust it into the ground with enough force to crack the marble as if it were glass, he took great pleasure in watching Jose squirm in his seat. "I won't even need this," he said gesturing to the weapon. A smirk spread across his face. "I'll just use my bare hands." He pounded his own fist into his palm, cracking the joints.

Fear blossomed across Jose's face, but it was quickly replaced by moral outrage. "You little insect! Kill him you fools!" He threw out a bony finger towards Gajeel; hatred and disgust burning in his cold eyes. Every guard drew out their swords and advanced, but before they could even take a full step the sound of metal breaking froze them in their tracks.

A shiver that started in the small of Gajeel's back traveled across the skin; the sound of iron crackling in his ears as scales formed was enough to make him shudder. 'Shit, I've got to stop doing this in the winter', he thought as his skin hardened and his blood became even warmer when it was encased in his new iron shell.

It was worth the uncomfortable stiffness of his limbs to see the horrified look on Jose's face, who looked like he was trying to melt into his own throne. That ass could sure as hell talk big, but was a sniveling coward when he was on the receiving end.

He lifted his arm, hand clenched into a fist. He cocked his head to one side, the simple motion sent iron scales flinging from his arm, impaling the seven on the right into the wall, their swords crashing simultaneously to the marble floor. The other seven guards stood aghast, terror consuming their pale faces. His other arm hardened into a steel blade, which he sliced in a wide arch, cutting the remaining seven soldiers clean in half.

"I'll let you in on a little secret," his sneer widened, fixing his bloodlust gaze on Jose, who looked like he was about to piss himself. "My old man told me if I ever let this get out he'd have my head on a mantle. It's a bit of a family secret, but I guess I can trust you." He started to pace off to the right, slowly circling him like a predator who had just discovered it's prey.

He stopped abruptly, spinning on his heel so he was facing Jose. "There's a reason Metalicana never lost a battle, and it wasn't the size of his army. It was because he was a dragon; an iron dragon, to be precise. None of those pathetic men who challenged him had a clue, but when they finally found out, it was too late to tell a single soul." He spread his arms out for the effect, revelling in the fear he could practically smell on Jose.

"What happened to all that superiority, Lord Jose," he mocked, crossing his arms. "You've got guts though, I'll give you that. You invaded my kingdom, burned one of my villages to the ground, strung a helpless girl up in a tree like a bloody sacrifice, and then demand I just give Kurogane over to you! Yeah, you sure as hell have guts, shame I'm gonna have to spill 'em."

Jose was slumping far into his throne now, sweat dripping from his forehead. "Y-y-you monster! You're a demon!" he cried, pointing a trembling finger at him.

Gajeel shot towards in a flash of speed that could've belonged to a lightning bolt. Grabbing a fistful of jose tunic and forced his eyes into his. Behind the wall of fear, he could make out his reflection in Jose's wide eyes. His skin replaced with steel, his eyes glowing like red-hot torches in the night; a bloodlust grin revealing a mouth full of sharpened fangs.

"Sorry, but I'm no demon," He extended his free arm out, recreating his iron sword.

"I'm a dragon."

People keep asking me this so I'm just gonna put it here, Gajeel is 13.