Disclaimer: Damn it, I still don't own Fairy Tail! Plot is mine characters are to Hiro Mashima unless it's some OC's.

Lets begin...

Somewhere across the town of magnolia, you'll find a ginormous building that belongs to the number one mafia in the world. Fairy Tail. Now, as you enter the building, you'll be under the surveillance of many cameras, and you will be checked to see if you have anything...harmful on you. And if you listen closely you can hear the agonizing screams of a man who had one simple job.

Guard the prisoner.

Below the building's first floor, there is a prison—with one prisoner. This prisoner was sold to the head of the mafia—Natsu Dragneel, however Natsu couldn't be bothered with her and sent her to the prison, and he also sent a guard—Max Alors to guard her. What they thought to be a simple task wasn't.

Lucy Heartfilia is a pain in the ass.

"Okay, okay, okay! Hear me out Maximum we," Lucy points at herself, and at the annoyed man in front of her "can start our own comedy show, and we can use your forehead as the stage!" She teases him, loving how she could easily get him irritated. She thinks she got it from her father's side, her mom was never as annoying as she is right now.

"Can you just...leave me alone?" He cried, his once pale skin was a dangerous red. Lucy swears she can see the smoke coming out of his ears.

Lucy isn't happy that she's in a prison cell. She agreed to this, but not so she could live in a prison cell, and be forced—although she never does it—to eat porridge, and she detests porridge, or oatmeal. It's like how some people dislike broccoli, porridge and oatmeal is her broccoli. The ride here was smooth, since she was passed out the whole time, remind her not to trust candy from strangers. It wasn't even the whole 'I-get-fed-some-delicious-drugged-candy-and-get-knocked-out' that bothered her, but how she was in a flippin' prison cell. Heck, this is probably worse! The bed—wait what bed? Her "bed" is made up of two blankets, and not even a mattress. The "bed" doesn't even have a pillow! I'm gonna sue them, she decides.

But then again, she couldn't afford to sue anyone since she's flat out broke.

"Okay! Now, how many fingers am I holding up?" She asks Max—or Maximum—as she puts her whole hand out, and stretches all her fingers. Max rolls his eyes as he clenches his teeth. Don't kill her, don't kill her, don't kill her, don't kill her... He chants his mantra in his head.

"I'm not doing this" he growls out, glaring at the girl behind the bars. Ooh if only she wasn't behind those stupid bars, then he could strangle her, and rip out her voice box and be happy—

"Maxy? Buddy? You were out in la-la land" she yells, seeing as how he's across the room. His eye twitches in irritation. "Now, ho w many fingers do I have out?" Lucy grins, loving the reaction she's getting from him.

"How many fingers? What, are you blind?" Lucy's eyes widen as she mocks a gasp "oh my goodness! I'm sorry about what I've said abou—"

"Five fingers! You're holding five fucking fingers." Max growls, hoping that'll shut her up. But, he should've known better—poor old Maximum you've overestimated Lucy again.

"Nopetty, nope, nope, noooope!" Lucy says waggling her pointer finger, "the thumb isn't considered a finger!"

"YES IT IS!" Max shouted getting even more vexed with the girl in front of him.

"No!"

"YES!"

"No!"

"YES!"

The screen showed the crazy girl Lucy, and the guard who was appointed to guard her—Max, arguing. The pink haired male stares at the screen with a little interest, as he takes a drag of the nine inch cigar that lays on between his pointer, and middle finger. The man lets the smoke fill his lungs, the spicy taste bringing pleasure to him. He lets the spicy taste hug his tongue, and bring jubilation through his body. He narrows his eyes on the TV screen, waiting for the moment Max would scream and finally...accept defeat.

A red haired female stares at her boss, and childhood friend in confusion, why's he smirking? She wonders. Then her eyes fall onto the TV screen, and it shows the blonde that Natsu now owns, arguing with Max—and Max looks like he's a bomb ready to explode.

A chuckle escapes her lips.

"Oi! Erza what are you doing?" A man asks, coming over to her with only boxers on.

The red haired female—Erza's eyes narrow into slits when she notices him, her eyes shine with ire. "Gray" she growls "where are your clothes. Do you have any decency?"

Gray's eyes widen as he notices why he felt no weight on his torso, or nothing that clung to his legs. "Eh? When, did this happen!" He panicked running all over the place to try to find his clothes.

An orange haired male walks into the main office with a roll of his eyes. "Can someone please tell me how a girl can resist" he points to himself with one hand and takes his glasses off with the other "this!"

"Aries again?" A man with a rough voice says, piercings decorating his face, and when the orange haired man nods he chuckles weirdly—like 'gihihi.' A small petite girl with blue hair follows behind him, his large and rough hand wrapped around her small calloused hand.

"Gajeel stop being mean to Loke!" The bluenette pouts. Gajeel chuckles and steals a kiss from her—causing her to blush.

"Sorry Shrimp, I'll be better next time...but" he leans closer to her ear "do I get a punishment, for my horrible behavior?" He whispers so only they can hear; causing the bluenette to become a big old blob of blue, orange—her dress—and red.

"G-Gajeel!" She smacks him lightly, but lets a smile crawl onto her face.

"3, 2, and..." the pink haired male counts down and then his eyes fall on the office door when it's suddenly forced open.

"THAT'S IT! I-I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE! SHE'S A HORROR SHOW, IM SORRY BOSS BUT I-I CAN'T GUARD HER!" Max shouts his face a brilliant red, and you can even see the steam being released from his ears.

"It's alright" the pink haired guy sighs, he knew this would've happen. Well, maybe not yesterday, but he got curious and as he watched the video he immediately knew her plans. Max is one of his toughest guys to break...and if she can break him, god knows what she can do to all the other prison guards. I'm gonna need another cigar.

Lucy hummed happily when Maximum ran out of the room shouting 'SMS, SMS' (Save My Soul) hopefully they could release her now. Plus, she really needs to pee, the "toilet" they gave her was a pot. Hell to the no would she use that. Lucy looks down at her torn garb. Garb? More like garbage. Lucy sniffs her armpits when she smells an unpalatable scent. Causing her to instantly recoil—she does not smell good.

Her dad had always given her the time limit of 3 minutes for a shower, and she could only use the cold water—he wanted to save money, even though he was the one who was blowing it all off and she was supplying them with it. At home she had strawberry, and honey shampoo, conditioner, and body wash—she made sure to hide them from her so called father. Her father didn't allow her to take a shower everyday but once a week. And right now she hadn't taken a shower in about two weeks, since she pissed her father off so as punishment she wasn't allowed to shower for a month, and other things.

Lucy sits down in her cell and realizes how fudged up her life truly is. When her mom died, Lucy tried to console her father but instead he went to "happy pills" and alcohol. Once she tried to help when he was drunk and that only led her to getting a massive scar on her body. Then after that day for seven years he continued to create more scars, and more bruises. When she was finally fourteen she had met this weird nineteen year old, who was so...hateful. But, he helped her toughen up, he was her light in the darkness. Lucy would always meet up with the stranger for a month straight, and he easily became her best friend. Even though he probably didn't even like her. Then one day...he didn't show up at their meeting place, and he never did after that.

He left her.

Lucy knew that it was probably going to happen, I mean nothing good stays with her. Her mother left, her father, and her strange (one sided) best friend. One of the weirdest things about him was his name...Salamander. She'd always laugh about it and he'd always huff, and insult her—but she knew he didn't mean it. And if he did...well, too bad. Since Salamander never gave her his real name she didn't either, she told him her name was Celeste, and he never questioned it like she did.

"Oi, Blondie lets go" a rough voice brought her back to the present as her eyes landed on a tall man with piercings all over his face. Her eyes widen as a smile stretches onto her face.

Gajeel furrows his eyebrows at the girl in front of him. Why the fuck is she smiling like that? And why the hell is it so bright? Her body is about as thick as a pencil, but that didn't stop her curves from flowing. His eyes land on hers and he realizes that they're even brighter than her smile. Is she the Sun 2.0?

"Did you get those piercings from Mr. Small?" She inquires. Her head tilting to the side, causing her hair to fall a little.

Mr. Small? The piercings he has were from this big, buff, tall guy who even scared him a little when he first walked in. The guy's name was Lain Blue, so where in the world did she get Mr. Small from? As Gajeel was about to shake his head he saw her eyes widen and giggle slightly.

"Sorry, I meant Mr. Blue, I call him Mr. Small though." Gajeel raised an eyebrow when he saw her move her hand to brush her hair away from her ears, and revealed a standard lobe piecing, that was a pink heart. Green, purple, orange, blue, and gray rings for the ear weaving piercing, three golden stars for a graduate lobe piercing, and lastly, an upper lobe piercing in the shape of a pink heart. Her other ear was the same. A total of twenty piercings.

They both have the same amount of piercings on their head.

"Yeah, ya know 'em?"

"Know him? He's practically my grandpa! Although he gets pissed off when I call him G-dad." She pouts as she remembers all the times he got mad at her for it. Shoot, I forgot to pay for my belly piercing! He's gonna kill me!

"Alright, now, follow me Bunny girl" Gajeel says as he opens her cell.

"Bunny girl?" She scrunches her nose up "I don't know whether to be offended or not..." she mutters.

Gajeel chuckles at the way she scrunches up her nose—like a bunny. Gajeel couldn't help but feel...happy to finally meet someone who doesn't judge his piercings, someone who he could talk with like as a friend. Sure, he could talk to Levy—the love of his life, but sometimes she can't understand what he's going on about. Piercings hold the same value to him that books hold to her. He used to be a scared little kid, and then with one piercing—with all the pain he went through, he finally toughened up. He couldn't help but like the pain that surged through him, with every new piecing—I guess you can call him a masochist. But the pain brings him back to reality.

It tells him that in order to love you need to hurt.

So at that moment, then and there, he decided that "Bunny girl" would become his new pal—he couldn't always depend on his petite girlfriend.

"Alright! I'm gonna call you Pie then!" Lucy grins from ear to ear.

"Pie?" He questions.

"Well, ya like piercings right?" He nods "piercings is spelled like p-i-e-r-c-i-n-g-s and the first three letters are pie!"

Gajeel furrowed his eyebrows, Pie, really? But, he does like Pie.

"Okay..." he trails off not knowing what to say.

"So Pie, where are we going?" Lucy asks him, while they continue to walk towards the elevator, that'll lead them out of the prison, and to the first floor of the building.

Gajeel bites his lip, wondering what would happen to his new companion. She's about to come face-to-face, with hell.

"To the Boss—your new owner"

So, ya like, or no? I REAAAAALLY like stories where Gajeel and Lucy are really close—like brother and sister, and I wanted to apply that in here. I also like it when Laxus is a big brother too. So, I hope you can understand this chapter, and Gajeel doesn't see Lucy as a lover—no Levy is the only one that can fill that spot. But, he sees her more as a friend, one he can confide in. In the show it doesn't talk much about his piercings so I wanted to add some sentimental value to them.

Well, reviews are highly appreciated! And after I finish this story I've decided to rewrite Dear Journal, well that or just delete it all together. So, not definite yet!

Peace out my little Nuggeters!

BUBBLENUGGETS!