Hello, my dearest readers! Sorry this took so long, a lot has happened, I had major writers block, a bit of overseas travel, some floods and a bit of just not wanting to do it. (I'm pretty lazy) (u) forgive me? I began thinking I should update every Friday, like the anime site I watch, but if it's early or late just proves I suck at keeping deadlines!

Anyway, here's chapter 7, sorry it's horrible….. Why're you still reading this crap? Get onto the story! Oh! And I don't own Fairy Tail or OHSHC, kinda obvious, but anyway, carry on!

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Natsu's knees felt like jelly as he dropped to the floor, letter gripped tightly between his fingers, crumpling the pink-tinted paper. His flames of rage doing their best to not singe the very few papers in his hands, tears already streaming from his eyes, his eyes filled with rage, sadness and determination. He was going to get her back, even if he had to drag her back kicking and screaming. She was his Nakama, and he wasn't just going to let her leave.

Emily sulked in the corner with Tamaki, the two growing mushrooms together, her black frilly dress stopping at her knees, as she began blowing frost from her lips, watching it dance around the room as she sat there, watching as her best friend and partner, Eve, conversed with the enemy.

Although, she had to admit, that celestial spirit did a good job. Eve looked like a little doll, her golden hair, now wavy from being taken out of its braid, framed her shoulders. Her dress looked gothic, stopping at her knees, with black and white striped tights disappearing underneath, and the black and white floral headband tied it together, her purple eyes framed by her glasses, and she looked even cuter holding Calypso in her arms. Emily sighed again, her sensitive dragon ears picking up bits and pieces of their conversations.

"That does sound better than working as maids, I must admit"

"You'll be in the same sort of situation as Haruhi here"

"We have to dress as boys?"

"Not quite" Kyouya ended their conversation with a smirk, walking away, scribbling in his little black book, leaving the blonde and the cat standing dumbfounded and confused.

A few minutes later, after a somewhat comfortable silence (ish, Honey was still talking with his mouth full of cake) the twin started screeching, scratching at their backs, and Emily was barely containing her laughter, already on her knees, clutching her sides, and her cheeks were all red and puffed out, holding it all in.

About a second later, she let it out, the room practically shaking with laughter, as more ice cubes formed on the back on their shirt collars, sliding steadily down their spines, with them yelping around like dogs, crashing into things, knocking tables over and such. After the joke grew boring, and after the twins had huge wet patches soaked through their white shirts, since Emily had let the ice melt. Being bored, she got up and started looking around for Lucy, curious to what the once target was up to.

"But we should totally have that couch over there" The celestial mage argued back, pointing to an empty spot in one of the rooms that were attached to Music Room 3, which gained a slightly irritated sigh from her spirit. "Yes, Princess" Leo replied, shifting the couch to where his mistress had pointed. Within the hour, the room had been set up in the same sort of style like the rest of the club, and yet, seemed a bit different, like it was to entertain male guests, not the regular female ones.

"What's all this for?" Emily asked, strolling up next to her partners, looking on as Lucy continued to fiddle with things, putting down vases before picking them up again, shaking her head and putting them down again somewhere else. Another half an hour or so passed before she was completely happy with everything, motioning for everyone to come in and be amazed at her skilfulness.

"So…..what is this?" Asked the twins in unison, oblivious to the shadow kings' newest plan to bring in a profit. "From this day on, there will be a new group of hosts in our little club, right, Tamaki?" Kyouya asked looking at his blonde friend, who just nodded his head stupidly, along with all the stupid looks everyone else was giving him, except the who female blondes who were nodding, their arms crossed over their chests, nodding knowingly. "Welcome to the Host club, little Fairies" he said with an extravagant flourish of his pen, and a low, formal bow, his dark hair hiding his face, and the evil smirk resting on his lips.

"What do you mean 'Lucy's gone?!' damned flame brain!" Gray roared at Natsu.

"Like I said, Ice Princess! Lucy's run off!"

"Why in the hell would she do that, droopy eyes!"

"How should I know, perverted stripper!"

"THAT'S ENOUGH OUT OF BOTH OF YOU!"

Erza's loud and commanding voice shocked the two mages, who were now both clinging to each other in fear, shaking like leaves. Now the rest of the guild was paying attention, because lately Erza would just let them beat each other up. But of course, the only reason she let them was mostly because she had an important meetings with the baker down the road who made all her cakes, and no one got in the way of her and cake.

"I see you all finally figured it out then" Makarov's voice rang out coldly from his usual perch on the second floor railing, smoking his pipe. "What're you talking about gramps?" Gray demanded, releasing Natsu, pushing each other away in disgust, still pulling faces at each other like children, after realising what had happened.

"Lucy's gone" his old strong voice breaking at the thought of one of his children walking out the door, who may just never come home.

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