Chapter 1 is here! This is going to be slightly different from my other stories I guess, in the way it's laid out, so bare with me in case I mess up. I hope you all like it.

Discliamer: I do not won Fairy Tail, sadly, just the ideas of this story line

Chapter 1

Natsu

"How many?!"

It's late on a Friday night and I watch Gray stare at Gajeel, his eyes wild. I shake my head and down my beer, ready in case there is a fight.

"You heard me!" the metal studded man shouts back. "He wants four of the feathered bastards, two of the hells spawn and five of the winged bitches!"

"But why?!" howls Gray, shaking.

"Apparently there was a big request," Alzack chimes in, leaning back in his chair and looking at us through his black hair. "Huge reward; we're talking millions of jewels. Maybe billions."

"Fuck," I breathe, shaking my head. No wonder at lot was wanted from us.

"This is going to be difficult guys," Freed states, from his perch beside Laxus.

"No shit," Gray snaps, beginning to pace. "It took us three month to complete the last request and that was only for one of the winged freaks. We're never gonna get this done within a year."

"Well we better try!" storms Gajeel, walking yo stand in front of Gray. "He'll have our heads if we don't!"

"Guys, shut the fuck up for a second!" Bixlow shouts. "I think we're gonna need more help."

"God, you don't mean Jellal and Bacchus?" I say, standing up.

"They are the man!" Elfman shouts from somewhere in another room. I shake my head; weird man.

"Not just them," Bixlow says slowly, watching me.

"You don't mean..."

"We have to call in other groups," Laxus says, before I can even formulate that possibility.

"I think it's time we called in the Sabers and the Birds," Freed states.

"Ugh, just what I need," I groan, flopping down onto my seat again. "Gajeel, ready to see your little brother?"

"No. Are you?" the giant man grumbles.

No. I am far from ready for that.

Lucy

"I hate this place," Wendy says, pulling her coat closer. "It's colder than I thought it would be. In more ways than one."

"You didn't have to come with us," I tell her, wrapping my arms around her shoulders.

"Why would I have stayed? There would have been nothing fun about the place without you guys!"

"What about Ultear?" Levy snorts. I shout her a glare but my lips twitch letting her know I'm joking.

"Yeah, because she's so fun," Wendy says, her voice scathing. "I'm glad I came with you guys, I would miss you if I didn't."

"Juvia thinks Ultear isn't so bad," our blue hair friend says. Then she laughs at our expressions. "Juvia is kidding."

"We would miss you too, Wendy," I laugh, squeezing her tightly and shooting a weird look at Juvia. "Levy, how much longer do we have to walk for? I did not wear appropriate shoes for this."

I gesture to the heels strapped to my feet. Black sandals with heels so high, the could kill someone. Really not great for walking a large distance. Levy and Wendy both laugh after a glance at my feet.

"You really didn't," Levy laughs, tightening her head band. "I cold have told you that though but you never listen."

"Oh shut up," I chuckle. " Come on, how long, seriously?"

"It's just around this corner I think," she chirps, glancing at the note in her hand. "At least, that's what Erza's note says."

We walk a little more in silence. The streets are almost empty, just a few people heading home before night falls. The air is cool and crisp, the wind a low breeze. It lifts my hair enough my face, causing me to pull my scarf tighter around my face. The one thing I hate about those place is the weather. Where I come from it is always warm and sunny. I miss that, even if I don't miss the rest.

"Here we are," Levy finally says, stopping. I look around at the park we're now in. Lights dance in the trees that surround the paths, dancing across the dark lake. Across the street is a row of shops and in the middle a bar. The place we where meant to be looking for.

"Over here," a voice calls from between the trees. We turn and see Erza's scarlet head appear from between two trees. We walk over and stand beside her. "Did you have any trouble finding the place?"

"No, but it took longer than I first thought," Levy says, as we sit down. I lean back against a tree, setting my bag down beside me.

We wait in silence, watching the bar across the street. Lights flicker in the windows and occasionally a shout of laughter can be heard from the building. It's hours before there is any movement by the door. Finally, it opens and out pours about twelve men. All dressed in black, they laugh and push each other about. Erza nods and we stand up.

"You know the plan?" she asks. We all nod. "Then chose you're target."

"I'll go for the younger one," Wendy says. I look over and see the young boy. He can't be older than Wendy in human years, only about fourteen. Black hair and a cheeky smile, he's her perfect target.

"I'll go for the tall one with black hair I think," Levy pipes up, pointing. I frown, looking at the man. She was going for him? How was she going to manage that?

I look about the group, taking in their looks and expressions. There is one with black hair and a cool expression, he's a possibility. Another with blonde hair and a ragged scar. Then another catches my eyes. Pink spiky hair and a toothy grin. Him.

"The one with the pink hair," I say. They all nod and turn to Juvia.

"Juvia thinks the handsome black hair one." We all look. She's either talking about the cool looking one or the one with the hair in his eyes. "The one without a shirt on."

We all gasp when we notice the shirtless boy. He had a shirt on just a second ago! Where did it go? The boy in question is running around, finally finding his shirt in a bush.

"Well then off you go," Erza says, pushing on my shoulder. "I'll see you all soon." She steps back an disappears into the trees, the darkness surrounding her.

"Well then, here we go," Wendy giggles. We laugh with her and walk out from behind the trees and out onto the street.

Cana

"Another I think, my dear bar tender," I shout, leaning against the bar and holding up my mug.

"Cana, calm down," Bisca whispers, hiding behind her long, green hair.

"Sweetie, show everyone your pretty face," I shout, shoving her lightly.

"Cana, try to act like a lady," Evergreen says, voice laced with contempt.

I shake my head and laugh. I'm a faerie now a lady, why would I act like one. That's Ever's job. I take my new drink off the bar tender and almost finish it in one gulp. The other two shake their heads and Bisca manages a small smile. She stares around the bar from under her cowgirl hat, green hair sweeping well past her her waist. I envy her for her hair sometimes, given the length it is.

"Can I treat you to a drink?" I ask her, grinning.

"You know I don't drink like you do, Cana," she laughs, gesturing to the ten mugs in front of me. She has a point.

"No one drinks like me!" I shout, throwing my arms wide.

"You want to bet?" a gruff voice says. I spin around and fix my eyes on the man behind me. He's tall, with dark hair and a wolfish grin. I smile at him and gesture to the stool beside me.

"Bring it on," I chuckle. That was my first mistake.

There we go then :) I hope you all liked it and please R&R!