Hey! Guess what?

I still do not own Fairy Tail or their characters. *sighs*

Chapter 2

Natsu's mouth burns pleasantly as the ginger tab sticks to the roof of his mouth, disappointingly removing the pleasant smell from his nose. If he didn't need them to get to where he needed to go... He looks back up at her neon sign. That chick has a odd sense of humor...Hardbodies & More? he laughs and shakes his head as he drives off on his bike, Igneel. He silently relished the low rumble from the engine between his legs. He smiles as Grey rolls up on Ur. Natsu nods and turns off at the next street towards Everafter the local five-star restaurant and bar created by the Fairy Tail Inc. He absently listens to Gray and Max banter a bit in his headset but declines to join in. He had other things on his mind.

Such as Erza calling a meeting on such short notice. It wasn't like her. Like her home life, which was horribly, and meticulously scheduled out so was her work life. Being near the top of the Shadow Division makes her a pretty busy woman...on paper at least. Honestly, she's usually never called into service as such extreme measures are typically avoided by Fairy Tail. But...the occasion has arisen...thus the need for her division...and his for that matter. The Dragonriders have a very specific job within Fairy Tail and Natsu as the head of them was the face of said operation. Which is why he and Gray, his second, was summoned. Pulling into the cement brick building's parking lot. It was packed as usual. The front was covered in vines and reminded one of a castle out of a fairy tail, with gated front entrance to the outdoor café and even banners hanging majestically from the bell tower and from the two on either side. The key stone of the building proudly bore the fairy tail mark proclaiming it's parent company. All of the Shadow Division had the same mark tattooed on their person as well. The Dragonriders had a symbol of their own but that was only ever found on their custom riding jackets. First and foremost they where Fairy Tail.

The out-door cafe was set up to entice those of all walks of life. there was actually a sun roof over top to keep out the elements but allow the illusion of purely enjoying the sun. Fans and heaters where spaced about the tables to keep patrons happy. On either side of the space where two bars. Usually however only one was kept open. It was towards the building front doors and off to the far right where they found Erza Scarlett seated at one of the wooden picnic tables having a sandwich and soup with hot tea. Head of the N-force, with hair as red as her name, and a no-nonsense attitude that would make men twice her size cower. She was fit and frankly was considered by many men to be quite hot...if one who didn't grow up with her could look at her like that. Natsu and Gray, frankly, found her scary and think she's part demon. But some say the same about me...but if she gets even a hint of the rush I do when someone says that to me in terror...well I guess I wouldn't try to change how I'm seen either. And he'd imagine that as the head of a group whose primary job was to scare the ever-living Sh*t out of people such a belief would be relished.

There are those who have decent money and organization and first and foremostly, refuse to cooperate or at least leave Fairy Tail and it's holdings alone. We don't give two shits about you liking us. We 'd like you to but you don't have to. Not everyone will be friends, but you damn well better leave us and those we consider ours alone. Those that don't on a repeated basis with requests for agreements turned down often get visited by one of two parts of the Shadow Division. The "N-Forcers" or the "Dragonriders" neither of which you want to open your door too. The "N-Force" was a part of the Shadow Division that specialized in neutralizing problems quickly and quietly and avoiding attention. Usually, high-profile people call for their time. They also occasionally act as couriers of messages between the heads of Fairy Tail and other such "families" as a business liason for... family matters. The "Dragonriders" was the street strike force and the face of Fairy Tail to the underworld. They specialized in quickly quelling the street sides of such organizations and keeping a finger to the pulse of the underworld. A highly mobile group that made stings, fast in, and out with sometimes a rather bruital quelling of such dissidents. Though strangely, to outsiders at least, neither group has been known to kill. That is only ever a very last resort for either force. If The Dragonriders where the things that walked along dark allies and went bump in the night the N-Force was the boogie man who no one technically believed in but was still a successful means of scaring those that would begin to think about causing issues. Unfortunately for some these threats are very real and with connections all over Fiore and in some neighboring countries, the reach was far and wide.

The group was walking up from the front to make their presence known. Natsu had approached her back once...and had paid for it dearly. One bruised back and broken table later he never forgot to not sneak up on Erza. But in a weird way that made him feel better about his level of skill. The fact that he was quiet enough to get within striking distance of Erza without alerting her is a badge he wears with pride.

When she's not around.

He wasn't stupid.

He dodged and nodded a silent apology to a smartly dressed green haired man who exited the main building holding a sizeable to-go bag just as Natsu and the others where nearing the aisle to reach the red-head. The man had returned the acknowledgement. They passed without another thought. Erza looks up smiling. "Natsu, Gray, I'm glad you could meet with me on such short notice. Hello Max." Natsu sighs Like we wouldn't pay for it later if we couldn't...make it. Not that he would say that out loud... Gray answers readily as he sits. "Not a problem." All three sit down and place their orders. Natsu going for a medium Rare devil burger with black pepper fries. Grey a North Ocean fish platter, and Max a deli sandwich light meat Panini corse ground mustard and extra pickles on the side. Erza waits patiently as they place their orders. Once done she begins to speak. "Jose...has been taken care of. He would not simply leave us be after the incident. Master deemed that he needed to be...neutralized of a more perminate manner than before." Natsu and Gray had expected that. Jose was a stubborn bastard that had grown his own organization up from the ground up to be a sizable force in both the business world and underworld, had thought he could attempt a hostile take over.

Dumbass.

Natsu chuckles as he sips his Crimson lotus: fist. "So your worried about mini rebellions popping up from followers and loyalists."

"Yes. Do you have the force to quell them if the need should arrive?"

"Course we do. Who do you think you're talking to?" he grins. "The Dragonrider's are always ready to fight."

"It's what you do best." Their food came and along with it a nice slice of strawberry short-cake with home-made whipped topping. Max stared in shock. Grey and Natsu don't even take a second glance, this having been the norm ever since they can remember which was admittedly for quite some time now. It's what aided in the comfortable silence as they ate.

The Burger was perfect...as always. As the Flag Ship restaurant of Fairy Tail Everafter had to be top-notch. Master has an excellent eye for people and a rare business sense for success. Soon all their plates where empty. Natsu sits back contentedly. Grey speaks up "There is something...I think we need to discuss. The new craze in street racing is the drifts. We have none to bring to the table as a presence in that arena. We have muscle, dragsters and even show cars. We have all the facets of Bikes covered. Hell even non sport bikes are well represented by some of our older members. But...this is new and it's not an easy skill to learn. Gajeel transports and he specializes in muscle cars. Jet has the experience with the type of car nessicary but not the skill. Droy is a better navigator than driver... I figure we either need a trainer or maybe to recruit from the outside." Natsu looks at Gray. "Why can't Gajeel learn?"

"Because he doesn't like the light cars needed for drifting and...he can't fit in those."

"Good reason. I guess we recruit a trainer. The trick is finding someone."

Erza speaks up. "I guess it's easier to have this discussion with Gajeel." Natsu makes a face. He hated talking to that guy...he was so...assy. "I guess."

"He is your best source of reliable info when it comes to cars. That's why he was brought on. Suck it up and go ask."

"Yeah suck it up. Pansy-ass." Grey echos needling Natsu with a sly grin.

"Shut up, you frosty fuck-tard!"

"The HELL you sa~!?" Erza suddenly glares at them from over her tea causing both to freeze. "No fighting!"

"Aye sir!"

"Yes ma'am!"

"Natsu. Stop being stubborn and go talk to him. Don't make me repeat myself."

"Aye..." Even Grey winced at that.

Erza closes her eyes again in quiet bliss confident that peace among friends now reigns and that her suggestion would be considered.

For the moment at least.