Okay, I just finished updating my other story and here's this one. Sorry if there are any spelling errors referring to 'Fairy Tail', my auto correct isn't working correctly. Just PM and tell me, and I'll fix them.
Also remember: In my story, the characters will have somewhat of a different personality depending on their life style. Not a major change in everyone, but there will definitely be some badass moments here and there.
-BookBearer
Chapter One
"Oi! Let's hurry it up, huh? I've got stuff to do!" The large man growled, resting on the nearby metal wall. He grabbed a piece off of the edge and shoved it in his mouth, chomping on it rather loudly.
"Well maybe if you would help us, we could go faster, Gajeel!" His orange haired companion barked back, picking up another piece of the broken and scattered blue lacrima mess. Lifting a rather large piece, he grunted and carried it towards the exit, back to the huge black truck.
He rolled his eyes in annoyance, raised his large hand and pointed his finger at him. "You're supposed to be fast, not brainless, Jet. So quit yapping and let's get going. Makarov needs us for some, 'important guild meeting' or something." Gajeel snarled at his guild mate.
"Could you guys stop bickering for a second?" Asked Droy, coming back from just dropping another piece of blue lacrima into the almost full truck. "We're almost finished here, and I want to go home."
Jet grumbled angrily in response, and Gajeel walked towards the door. "You're right," He agreed, his black boots clamping with each step that he took. "I'll start up the truck."
With that, he left the two of them in the building, picking up the remaining lacrima. As soon as Gajeel left, Jet sneered in his general direction, rolling his eyes as he did so.
"Remind me again why I'm here with him?" Jet asked and turned to Droy, picking up his final pieces. Sweat glistened on his forehead from the exhausting day's work and his back ached terribly.
"Because," Droy stated, not even looking up. "This mission pays 100,000 jewel, and we all need the money." He used the back of his hand to wipe the salty sweat off of his eyebrows, and glanced at Jet.
"And it was either us three, or Gray, Natsu, or Gajeel as a team…and we both know how that went last time. Fairy Tail has already enough bills and payments on our plate."
Jet huffed, but understood completely. The guild has had a bit of a money problem. Someone is always destroying something on a mission of some sort, and it comes straight out of the guild's pocket.
"That's probably what Makarov wants to talk to us about again." Jet responded, still rolling a large blue piece on its side. "Damn money problems." He cursed under his breath, picking up the final piece.
"What do you think Droy?" Jet asked him after a few minutes of struggling. The silence grew, and he didn't like it. "What's it going to be this time? Money problems? The council riding our asses again? Natsu destroying another town? Or those damned Lady-Leg-Losers?"
He snorted and laughed at his joke, turning around to Droy. "Remember the last time we faced those chicks?" His smirk faded and was replaced with a frown when he saw that he was alone. He turned around, and looked at the whole place, but Droy was gone.
"Damn it, Droy!" Jet growled, turning back around to pick up his lacrima. "Leaving me to finish the work again, eh? I knew it." He grumbled, and picked up the lacrima with a grunt.
Each step was harder than the last, seeing as this one piece was heavier than the rest. "Leaving me…this is the last time…ugh, I'll hang you for this Droy…why is this so heavy?...damn you!" He talked to himself, as he made his way to the exit.
Suddenly a sharp pain jabbed his backside and his body instantly went still. His breath got caught into his throat and he froze, his eyes widening to saucers. The lacrima dropped in his hands onto the hard ground with a shatter. Slowly, he dropped to his knees and fell onto his right side, unable to move his body. Panic began to set into his system as he started freaking out. His body was paralyzed. He tried moving, but to no avail. He tried to shift his body, he tried screaming, and yelling for help, but all that came out was a muffled groan.
Above him, a pair of dark blue boots stepped over his paralyzed body, and turned to face him. His attacker slowly bent down to their knees until they both we're at eye level. Hazel eyes met his black ones and his attacker raised their eyebrows. Strains of bright blue hair tricked down their face, as if it we're a silky curtain. Amusement danced around in their hazel eyes, and their lips peeled back into a stunning smile.
"Lady Leg Losers?" A high pitched voice asked, laughing at the question, standing up to her full height. "Seriously, that's the best you've guys got?" She put her arms on her hips, and she chuckled at the man lying helplessly below her.
Droy glanced up and examined his attacker.
She was a young woman, about 21, with a slender build, standing at a below-average height for her age. She showed off her long blue hair, with a slight purple hue, tied up with a red bandana around her head.
She wore a dark red dress that left her abdomen exposed and was linked by dark blue straps and pitch black bands on the sleeves. She also wore a golden necklace around her neck, with her purple guild symbol standing out proudly on her collarbone. Her dark attire was expected, (of course, keeping in mind which guild she belonged to), and the vicious smirk that was plastered on her face.
"Don't worry," She started, bending back down but turning around to reach into her raged satchel, digging around for something. "The effect will wear off in a few hours. I just can't have you alerting anybody that we're here, now can we?"
She snorts at her own little joke and finally pulls out a small, bugged-shaped device and held it up for the both of them to see. She turned the small piece of technology slowly, while Droy was left wondering what it was for.
"This," She started, "This is what I call the bee-have-atron 1320." Her lips peeled back into a smile, and eyes shined with admiration as she examined the piece of machinery.
"You know," She says after a few minutes, and reaching her hand down towards his shirt. "It's called the 'bee-have-atron' because it's in the shape of the insect, the bee. And the bees, bee-have, get it?" Slowly lifting up his shirt, her hazel eyes scan over his bare chest, looking for that right spot, chuckling slightly.
Her gaze sent goose bumps running up and down his spine and all throughout the rest of his body. His heart was beating a mile a minute and his thoughts were racing wildly through his brain. The members of the Lady Legions were known for their unkindly way of dealing with things, and he knew that he wasn't going to get out of this one without feeling any pain.
"I invented this one myself." She whispered, as her cold hands ran down his stomach. "It's not my best, I have many, many, more way beyond comparison to this one…But this one is my favorite." Her finger tips stop at the right spot she was looking for and her eyes lit up.
She reached for the small metal bee once again and slowly lowered it down to the right side of his stomach. When the cold metal touched his warm skin, he really then started to freak out and try to call out Gajeel or Jet's name. But it only came out as a silent mumble.
"G…Ga…Gajeel…" Came Droy's desperate whisper, but he was certain that no one heard him.
Levy pushed down the metal insect and its sharp 'stinger' latched onto his skin with a 'pop'. Droy cried out in pain, but it only sounded like a grunt. Her smile grew bigger as she slowly pushed his shirt back down, and looked straight in his eyes.
"I'm only going over this once, so listen here carefully; that stinger that's inside you right now, it lets out 100 volts of electricity into your body every time you let out some sort of emotion. Anger, sadness, joy, so on and so fourth. Every time it does electrocute you, it will intensify by 20 volts." She motions her head to behind her.
"You and you buddy, Jet was it? You two are connected." Droy's eyes move over to a now present Jet, slumped against the wall, the lump of the bee underneath his shirt as well. Their eyes meet, and the understanding that they were in trouble dawned on both of their faces.
"When one of you screw up, you both pay the price." She continued, standing up to her full 5'3 height, and turning away, walking to the middle of the room.
"It's a simple process, really." She checked her watch, and raised her eyebrows.
"Wait." Her hand falls to her side, and turned to face both of the men on the ground, with a questionable look on her face. "Isn't there supposed to be three of you?"
"Oi look. It's the Shrimp. Never thought I'd see the day."
It all clicked to the small, blue haired woman when Gajeel's taunting deep voice echoed through the building. Without turning around, she clicked her teeth and crossed her arms.
"Of course it's you, Gajeel." She turned around and saw him leaning against the doorframe with a rather appealing smirk on his face. "It has been three years...why haven't you called?" She joked, faking an saddened look.
In her mind, he looked better than ever; his muscles had grown even more, if possible. His dangerous crimson colored eyes bored into hers, and his cool metal piercings practically called out her name. His style fit hers perfectly and if the Lady Legions didn't have a strict, "No dating Fairy Tail men" policy, they might have had something. Of course, with the exception that all Fairy Tail members were douche bags.
She smiled and tilted her head at the large man eyeing her down, and took a step towards him. "You didn't think I could forget about my big bad wolf did you?" Slowly making her way towards him, the smile on her face grew and she swayed her hips suggestively.
"I just had to take care a…few things first." She added, shrugging as if it were nothing.
He then shifted his gaze behind her and noticed Jet and Droy, unmoving on the floor. Their body showed no struggle, but their eyes told a different story. He frowned, confused and looked towards the advancing woman, now closer than before.
"Let's cut to the chase here. What the hell did you do to them and how do I undo it?" He growled at her, gesturing to his two guild mates.
She raised her eyebrows, put on an innocent look, slowly walking around to his back. "What makes you think I had something to do with this?" She whispered, ghosting her fingers around his broad shoulders, then moving them down his back. She knew what the she was doing to him and she knew that it was working, by the way he was struggling to keep his composure and self-control. His fists were clenching together and a groan moved through his throat.
"I'm serious…what…did you do to them, shrimp?" He asked through gritted teeth, withholding another groan when she ran her fingers down his stomach and onto his abs. "I'm giving you only one chance to tell me."
He also knew what she was doing to him, because she had done it to him before. The last time they went face to face, she had used this, seductiveness, against him and of course he had lost.
For one reason or another, she was the only one who could do this. Maybe it's because of the fact that he couldn't have her, or maybe because he had a score to settle with her. But in the end, he knew that she was here. Although they haven't seen each other for three years, he could still recognize her scent anywhere, and still go crazy.
She stood on the tip of her toes and leaned close into his ear and whispered silently and slowly. "I…haven't the slightest clue…as to what is wrong with them." She smiled when she nipped his ear and knew that he was wearing thin.
As fast as lightning, he spun around and trapped her small frame against the metal wall, looking down at her with half lidded eyes. A growl erupted from his chest like a volcano coming to life. Playing her cards correctly in this situation, she looked into his dangerous red eyes. She bit her lip slightly and slowly stood up to reach the side of his face. Her minty breath tickled the tiny hairs on the side of his face and she whimpered his name hauntingly.
"...Gajeel..."
That's all it took for him to snap and his breath hitched in his throat. He dived towards her lips, needing to feel hers against his. To him, it had been too long since he had last saw her, and maybe it was lust, but he couldn't wait to see her again. His inner dragon roared up and demanded to be noticed.
But before he could get that reliving feeling he had been waiting three and a half years for, his body jolted with electricity and his face twisted up into a pained expression. He shook violently and fell to his knees, as the unexpected 1,000 volts coursed through his veins. His strangled gasp was heard throughout the building, and it snapped Levy out of a trance that she didn't know that she was really in. She hadn't even noticed the warm presence of his body, disappear, when he fell down to the ground.
"Lev, I swear to god if you didn't hurry up and take him out and to quit making goo-goo eyes at each other, I was going to hurl on the both of you." She looked up to see her blonde, best friend and sister, putting down the Taser 460, another one of Levy's creations. She had a jokingly sick look on her face, and she raised her eyebrows questionably.
"What even was that?" She said, putting her hands on her hips, expectantly. She pretended to be her and made a love sick face. "Oh Gajeel. Take me, I'm yours!"
She then laughed out loud when her face busted into about 50 different shades of red and she looked away, trying to avoid her gaze.
"S-Shut up, Lucy." She stammered, "I-I was just doing my job! Quit making fun of me!" She growled and Lucy's chuckles only grew.
"Yeah, yeah." Lucy finally complies and sighs, looking around the room. Her eyes land on Jet and Droy, lying motionless on the ground, then she looks to a twitching Gajeel, still feeling the effects of the electricity.
"Nice job here, Lev." She compliments, putting her hands on her hips, hooking her fingers through the small black loops on her belt.
Her blonde hair was set in a high pony tail and tied tightly. Her brown eyes were outlined in black mascara, and her lips were a natural pink color. Her skin was basically considered flawless, with the exception of dirt and grime from earlier missions. She wore a tight black long sleeved shirt, which perfectly supported her rather large breasts. She wore a small heart chain around her neck, along with pitch black gloves on and wore black short-shorts.
Her body was a perfect hour glass figure, but not too skinny either. She was a young woman at the age of 21, 5'6 height and had skills that could give a grown man a run for his money. Everyone from the Lady Legions gave off a 'don't-mess-with-me-I'm-badass' kind of look, and Lucy just wasn't any different.
Levy rolled her eyes and turned around, walking towards the exit with her arms crossed, but her face still red. "Yeah, thanks. But it's nothing compared to what you did to that Grey kid. Man, was he surprised."
Lucy smirked cockily at the memory, as she bent down to the giant man's level. "Yeah your right. I did screw him up pretty badly, huh?"
She rummaged through his pockets until he finally found what she was looking for, and snatched it up. Then she leaned down to Gajeel's face, and cocked her head to the side.
"Y—you're…L-L-Luc…"Gajeel tried to speak, but the volts of electricity forbid him from doing so. His body scrunched together in a ball, twitching every few seconds. Lucy smiled wickedly sweet at the struggle, and she waved the keys in front of his face.
"Tell Grey that I'm somewhat sorry for beating his ass so thoroughly last time. I hurt the kid pretty badly…I knew I should have gone easier on him. But, hey. That mission was worth 200,000 jewels." She winked at Gajeel before standing up and walking towards Levy who was waiting at the door.
Her hair swayed back and forth, and black knee-high boots clicked the floor with every step she took, making her seem even more badass.
"Don't wait up for us." She called out, twirling the truck keys on her finger. "We'll just take the truck for you guys. No need to thank us."
The sound of Gajeel's occasional sound of movement mixed with the sound of Jet's and Droy's groans, as they tried to scream out in rebellion. They struggled to move and to stop them from taking their hard work away like this, but was clearly impossible.
Through their angry shouts, the electricity pumped through their bodies mercilessly and they yelled out in pain, because they had forgotten to not show any signs of emotions. Their bodies' jolted and twitched, as pain ran through them and they tried to stick it out.
Lucy's growing smile was matched by Levy's smile, as they both walked out of the exit, and into the awaiting truck full of pieces of blue broken lacrima.
Lucy got in the driver's seat, while Levy climbed into the front seat. Once they both shut the doors, Lucy looked to Levy and sighed.
"That was a lot of work. You know…hauling all those pieces of lacrima in the back. We deserve that 100,000 jewels, huh?"
Levy couldn't contain her laughter and she covered her mouth, giggling. "Y-Yeah! W-We deserve it alright."
Lucy let out a howl of a laugh herself, and put the key in the ignition. When the engine roared to life, Lucy pressed as hard as she could on the accelerator and off they shot down the road, the sounds of their joyous screams fading away with the farther they went.
"Can I get another, Elfman?" The pink haired man asked, raising his hand to get the bartender's attention. "And this time, with a little more fire. I could barely taste it last time."
The bartender scowled at the insult, and raised his eyebrows at the man. "You're lucky I didn't spit in it last time, salamander." He snatched up the cup by the young man, and turned to get him a refill. "You never know, after all."
The pink haired man chuckled deeply and shook his head, clearly amused. "Ah, you don't want me telling Makarov that, now do you?"
Elfman rolled his eyes at the annoying man, and slid the full cup in his direction. "Enjoy it, Natsu. If you tell, it might be your last."
Natsu caught the cup in his left hand and laughed to himself, taking a huge swig of the fire with a grin on his face.
When he lifted his arm to take a drink, you could tell that he was lean, but had a muscular build. It was obvious to everyone, but even more noticeable to the ladies. He appeared to be a young man of average height of 5'10-5'11, with a slightly tanned tone, dark black eyes and was the owner of the softest, pink spiky colored hair in all of Earth Land. He wore a sleeveless, gold trimmed black waistcoat that was left open and untucked, exposing his bare chest. He also had on white knee-length trousers, a thick black wristband on his left wrist, black open-toed sandals and a very special, bright white scale-patterned scarf.
"Natsu! Natsu!"
He turned around to see his blue partner flying towards him very fast, with a crumbled scroll in his hands. He smiled at the blue cat, noticing the paper in his hands.
"Happy! Did you get a good one, buddy?" He asked the blue feline, as he landed on the brown counter, panting heavily.
"I…I got one alright! It's worth…500,000 jewels! That's a lot of fish!" He exclaimed excitedly, his smile growing bigger with each passing second. Natsu's face grew brighter at the mentioning of that much money, and nearly choked on his drink.
"500,000 jewels? Happy! Boy did we hit the jackpot!" He grinned, standing up and reading over the paper. "What do we have to do? Take down some gigantic monster? Save a town? Beat up some bad guys?"
Happy shook his head and pointed to the paper. "It says we have to capture some girl from the Lady Legions guild. Apparently some people want her real badly to pay 500,000 jewels for one person!"
At the mentioning of the Lady Legions, Natsu frowned. "Lady Legions? No wonder this is so high paying…Happy, I don't know…they are pretty serious-"He was interrupted by Happy's whimper.
"Natsu! You are Natsu Dragneel! You can handle anything, remember? You're a dragon slayer! We've got this! Come on, plus it's too much fish to pass up!"
He pondered over the decision for a few moments before the grin that had disappeared from his face, reappeared in a second. "Yeah, yeah, your right! We've got this! What are we waiting for?"
Natsu turned to the other side of the bar, and called out to the tender. "Elfman! We've got a mission!"
"Over my dead body, squinty eyes! That mission is mine!"
Natsu turned around again to see his annoying, guild mate stalking towards him, a scowl on his face. He rolled his eyes at him, and sneered. "Well, who's got it, Ice Princess? That's right, we do! Go get your tongue stuck on a pole or somethin'!"
He stomped over to Natsu, and pointed directly at Happy, growling. "You're stupid cat grabbed that mission paper out of my hands before I had a chance to turn it in! Give it back flame brain, before I make you give it back!" He threatened, narrowing his dark blue eyes.
He was shirtless and his chest was tanned and toned miraculously, showing off his built figure. He wore a grey necklace, a sword with a stone in it, and dark green, baggy pants with a brown belt. A metal bracelet with a chain was attached to the belt loops on the right side of his pants, which shook whenever he moved.
Natsu stood up and wasn't hesitant to butt heads with his dark blue haired companion. "Is that a threat, stripper boy?" He glowered at him back, and they both raised their fists, about ready to beat each other to a pulp. But before that could happen, they we're both pulled away from one another and thrown backwards. They both groaned at the sudden impact and looked to see who had dared to have done that.
Standing above them was a worn-out looking Gajeel, glaring at the two idiots. His hair was a poofy mess and his skin looked darker. You could see smoke radiating off of him and smell smoke as well.
"You two think you're getting that mission?" He growled, looking at the both of them. "In your dreams. I'm taking it, because I have some unfinished business to attend to." He said, turning to take the mission.
"Talk about unfinished business, mine are more important!"
"That's a lot of fish we could buy!"
Grey and Natsu jumped up instantly, and pounced on the large dragon slayer, tackling him to the ground, and rolling around in one big tangled mess. Grunts and growls were heard in the rumble, as punches and kicks were exchanged.
"You know," Elfman started, walking towards the fighting men, cleaning out a beer mug. "You could all go and split the money. Those ladies are tough, and with the three of you, you can take one down like a real man!" He said nodding his head, appreciating his own advice. He soon sweat dropped, and sighed when he realized that his advice fell on deaf ears.
Somehow, the small brawl managed to expand itself outwards towards the rest of the guild filled of men, and one punch lead to another, and the whole fighting scene took place. Grunts and growls filled the entire room, and the sound of fists against skin was deafening. Chairs flew, drinks spilled, tables flipped, walls were cracked—it's hard to believe that this was…normal in the Fairy Tail guild.
"Quiet, quiet down everyone. Quiet!" A small, old man yelled loudly.
His eyes were shut and his bushy, white eyebrows furrowed together in deep thought as he sighed outwardly. He was extremely short, but the table top he was sitting on gave him some leverage, to see everyone gathered in the guild hall. Once the hall was reduced to mere murmurs, and people finally settled down and put chairs and tables back on the ground, he opened his black eyes and moved his gaze around the room. The meeting that he had called earlier had begun.
Everyone knew what the topic of today's meeting was going to be; The Lady Legions. They could all tell by the stress and the anger that was apparent on the old man's face.
"I know what you're all thinking," He started out grimly, his deep raspy voice carrying throughout the room.
"A particular dark guild has us all on edge for a while now-"He was interrupted by angry shouts in the crowd, gathered to hear the man's words.
"A while? It's been forever!" A voice shouted loudly, the anger in his voice prominent.
"They've been doing this for years! Enough!" Another voice yelled coldly.
"We can't keep living like this!" A third voice added in, raising his fist in the air, growling. "Makarov, if we continue to let them slide, we won't earn any money! It's bad enough the council is watching us! The time to strike is now!"
The entire guild erupted in agreement and jumped up, pumping their fists in the air. Since this was an all-male guild, the shouts had a deep carry to them that made the hoots and hollers even more imitating.\ Makarov shook his head, growing bald spot showing visibly. His eyes showed disappointment at his children suggestive ways of approaching the situation, finally standing up.
"Yes, I know. But going about it this way is not acceptable." He stated outwardly and loud enough so he could be heard.
His deep voice shook everyone as he carried on his speech. "The Fairy Tail guild is nothing like the Lady Legions. We are family. We don't turn on one another, as I am sure they do. They are a dark guild, living off the pain, the suffering of others. We do not do away with our problems by simply beating them up! We figure out a correct way of going about things, not a hostile way!"
Everyone shouted in agreement at the small man's words, and pumped their fists in the air. They stomped the ground, and slapped hands with one another, as f the speech were giving them life and energy.
"Things will get better, I can tell you that now." He said in a slightly calmer voice. "And the Lady Legions will pay for what they have done, in the past and now. But now is not the time. We are the Fairy Tail guild! And we will get passed this!" He stuck up is index finger, and thumb, igniting the crowd into cheers and hollers. Others joined him in sticking up their symbolic gesture, while others talked loudly.
After Makarov finished, Grey stood up and brushed himself off, groaning slightly. "Aw man. Whose foot was it that hit my jaw?" He grumbled, rubbing his jaw that was throbbing painfully.
Gajeel used the railing to support his weight and stand, arching his back. "Quit complaining. One of you two idiots smashed a chair against my back." He groaned, and rubbed his soar side, grimacing.
Elfman chuckled at their pain, and shook his head, smiling. "I wouldn't be calling them the idiots, Gajeel. Seems like it's just you and Grey." Gajeel and Grey spun around to face the bartender, frowning.
"What do you mean it's just us two? Natsu's the biggest-"Grey stopped, his mind finally catching up to what Elfman was referring to. He let out loud exasperated sound, and clenched his fists together angrily.
"Damn it!" He shouted, and turned towards the door, hearing a laugh and a flash of pink and blue disappear outside. "Flame Brain isn't getting that reward, I am!"
They both spun towards Elfman, and growled. "Do you have any more-"They were interrupted by two more slips of papers being brought up in front of their faces.
Elfman shrugged, and a grin appeared on his face. "A real man needs backup when facing these chicks. I printed extra in case some idiot, like Natsu, decided to go about it alone. Plus, this'll be interesting."
Gajeel snatched the paper and bolted out the door, followed by Grey muttering a thanks before disappearing behind the guild doors.
The chase was on.
Okay that's a wrap for the first chapter! I think I did a good job on this one, and I really hope that you guys liked it as an introduction to the rest of the stories.
I even added a little LevyxGajeel in the beginning to start things off…your welcome. And obviously they had a past, as like most of the characters in this story do. (Or will)
Anyways, before I get in too deep with telling you all about the rest of this book, I'm going to go! Remember, if anyone has any suggestions, put it in the review box! ALSO, if you noticed any errors, just PM me please! I'll change them.
-BookBearer
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