A/N: ok so here they're about 9-12, I haven't decided but any age in there fits so just go with whatever feels right I guess. As always read, review and enjoy.
Disclaimer: I do not own fairy tail
"And why exactly can't I take this book?" he asked, standing too close for comfort. Cana had heard of him from the gaggle, the only thing it seemed they were good for was getting dirt on people. The prince, more adequately described as the panther- elegant but deadly, especially if your reputation was on the line.
"You may not remove it because it is mine!" she snapped back, taking the book from his hand at which his eyes narrowed. The panther was obviously not used to being bested by the swan, but she guessed that most swans did not have Clive blood running through their veins.
"And what gives you the right to call it yours? Did you buy it with your own funds?" he snapped, yanking the book from her hand in turn, the question intended to be a trick but alas Cana was more than this prince had bargained for.
"Yes!" she snapped, pulling it from his grasp. His eyes lit up as if he'd caught on to something magnificent.
"Liar! You used your fathers money!" he snapped, reaching for the book but this time it didn't slip easily from her fingers.
"Wrong, Prince Laxus, I earned it sitting the fairies. The latest addition, Wendy, and I played chess." She snapped, pulling it from his desperate grip. Her smirk grew wider as his expression grew more incredulous.
"Cana, what have I told you about minding yourself." Her father's voice boomed through the room making her wince. She turned to see him, beside him as always were his two partners, the blue hair and familiar trail of smoke a comforting sight after her father's harsh tone. She was about to walk away from the arrogant prince when she heard his voice, his chuckle and then-
"Run back to your father, stupid girl." He said dismissively, smirk turning his face into a mask of arrogance. Cana paused, considering how much trouble she was going to get in for what she was about to de but then decided it was well worth it.
She turned and before her father's hand could clamp down on her shoulder to restrain her mistake she threw the thick volume, hitting the prince square in the nose, the force pushing him backwards as blood spurted down his front.
"Run back to your grandfather, stupid boy." She snapped but before she could inflict any more pain on the insufferable young prince her father's arm winded around her waist, leaving her squirming just under a metre above the ground.
"Cana, why must you do things like this?" he sighed and Macao tended to the boys nose, his hands red with the blood of the prince.
"Because Clive's don't let others tell them what they are." She replied in a measured voice, repeating the line her father used whenever someone asked for a justification to his decisions. Her words were enough to make him chuckle, the vibrations echoing through her torso.
"Who would have thought one so young could be so right." He said approvingly, placing her down on the ground but still watched her warily. The boy opened his mouth as if to utter some obscenity at the young girl but a glare from Gildarts diffused any wishes for revenge.