DISCLAIMER: I don't own Fairy Tail. If I did, Lucy would be able to summon Death to wipe people out

IMPORTANT: PLEASE READ THE A/N AT THE BOTTOM OF THE STORY, AS IT HAS SOME IMPORTANT INFORMATION. THANK YOU.

I HOPE YOU ENJOY :D

AND MERRY/HAPPY CHRISTMAS YOU GUYS :D

No seriously, how did he get himself into these kinds of situations?

It had been a week since he'd been given his mission, and it had been…exciting? Sure, he'll go with that. It hadn't felt that exhilarating, but he couldn't put the feelings into words. If there was a word to describe 'oh-god-oh-god-oh-god-oh-god-HELP-ME', that would've been it. Regardless of his questionable mental state, he at least had some information to work with, even if the events associated with the actual data gathering…were less than stellar, to say the least.

His travels had taken him through the hustle-and-bustle of Magnolia Town, where he was nearly assaulted by a crimson haired woman who was raving about cake. Through the slightly scary Oak Town, where he was mistaken for a 'rain-woman' by a raving lunatic with a freaky moustache. Even through Crocus, the City of Kings, where he stocked up on some more cubic zirconium, although he had the curious experience of meeting up with a blue-haired child.

Ironically, it's the only crystal he couldn't create, due to it being synthetic and all, but it was certainly useful. Oh so useful. As it was essentially glass, it was useful in a pinch, and he has learnt to be flexible when it came to actually cutting people with it.

He loved being able to glass the sick freaks that make up some of the Dark Guilds out there – he has been forced to infiltrate some vile, corrupt places that had almost made him lose hope in humanity, but he managed to get by. Even if it did leave a lasting effect on his personality.

But his hard work had all been in preparation for this day.

From what he has gathered, not just one, but two Oracion Seis members make Alexandria their hunting grounds. This was going to be his one chance to get involved with the group, and he couldn't mess this up. If he did, then who knows what may happen.

So sat here, at the very back of a curious pub off the back-end of one of the main streets, Carbuncle made his temporary lair. He had planning to do, after all, and it didn't hurt to get some more information whilst he was at it. The patrons of the Alexandria Inn were not exactly the most honourable type of people, and they seemed to know a rather unusual amount about Dark Guilds and the ilk.

He had only been here for an hour, and he had managed to gather information on two notable Dark Guilds – Naked Mummy and Eisenwald. Not that this information was particularly useful, considering he wanted information about Oracion Seis, but at least it's a start. That and he may need the information someday, whilst on a mission he may need to use it.

So…what to do? He honestly didn't know where to go from here. There were two different possible avenues he could go down, dependent on which member he wanted to take advantage of.

He could take advantage of Hoteye, a rather strange looking man, and his love of money through his Crystal Magic, but the idea behind it is flawed. Carbuncle wasn't to the level that he could make authentic jewels yet, and he was certain that they would find out sooner rather than later that they have been sold counterfeit crystals. Though he could just risk it, but that would put him in harm's way unnecessarily, and in his line of work it was better to be overly cautious than dead.

And secondly, he could go down the path of Angel, a girl/woman (he honestly didn't know her age, just that she had little-to-no common sense for walking around in that outfit) that used Celestial Magic. She may be callous, but she definitely knew her stuff, if he were to believe the stories. He could try and woo her in the style of the Trimens, something he was fundamentally opposed to doing. The style of the Trimens didn't particularly fit his own, and after the whole 'Karen Lilica Incident' he'd rather not have them brought up. So that ruled out that plan, as he just wouldn't be able to keep that act up and running.

Though I definitely wouldn't mind keeping that up and running. His eyes caught the sight of a motorbike outside, and as he did so it gave him an idea.

What if he made them come to him?

Bingo!

Cringing at the fact that, even mentally, he said something as cheesy as 'bingo', he was given an idea. Creating a block of sanguine crystal discreetly, he engraved what his plan was into the reflective surface, smirking in glee as it all came together.

This was by far one of his most intricate plans, and as a result probably one of his most favourite. He didn't, per se, have to contact them – why should he when it would have the very same effect if they came to find him? All he had to do was make him wanted by the two in the city, and then he wouldn't have to take any risks whilst doing so.

But the question is, how? How could he make himself wanted by either member of Oracion Seis?

The only way he saw it happening was if he incorporated both aspects of the plans before, even if he was hesitant to act like Winzip and friends. Tsundere and Snowflake were arguably as worse, as Tsundere made him confused as to how girls like him and Snowflake made him cringe with his saccharine sweet, ridiculously cringe-worthy quotes. All in all, he would have to act like the best of them to get anywhere with Angel – or as it were get here to talk to him.

The only part of this particular plan that he saw would be an issue was Hoteye – he couldn't exactly seduce him as well. To get him interested in his Carbuncle's Crystal Magic, he would have to be in his direct line of sight – something immensely hard to do considering Alexandria's law on magic being used out on the streets.

It may be rough, but Carbuncle was confident in it being a success. He could iron out the kinks during the plan itself to take into account any other bits of information that he comes across.

What the…wait…how is it two in the morning? Eyes widening slightly, he had to double check his watch, before leaving it at that. He finished off his whiskey, the amber substance burning a trail of liquid fire down his throat as it slithered throughout his body.

"Well…one more wouldn't hurt." Grinning mischievously, the blue haired man destroyed his creation, before heading out to the bar and ordering another.

And another.

And another.

And got completely and utterly sloshed, for there was no other word to describe it. He got so drunk that he nearly stripped and got naked. The only thing that stopped him was the fact that, if he did so, then he would be barred. And Drunk Carbuncle needs alcohol.

"Hey, watch where you're going!" Now slightly dazed, the first thing that Carbuncle noticed about the man was that he had very pointy teeth. And very pointy hair. And a very pointy chin.

"Sir, did you know that you are very pointy." Stumbling to his feet, the sloshed Carbuncle fell into hysterics, as if he had told the greatest joke in the world.

Is Pointy Man not amused? Pointing the obvious out, his subconscious voice was every bit as annoying as usual, as he could visibly see the maroon (it was maroon right? A quick look up told him that was indeed the case) haired man looking less than impressed at his comparison.

"Why can't I hear you?" Now, this question confused his drunken mind greatly.

"Maybe that's 'cause I'm not talking?" Nodding as if that explained everything, Carbuncle turned to leave, only to be grabbed by Mr Pointy once more. "Hey, whaddya wan'…" His babble was becoming more and more incoherent the more and more he opened his mouth.

"I've never been able to not hear someone before…who are you?" It seemed no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't pull his arm out of his grip.

And Carbuncle had only one thing to say to that, as to his addled mind it all made sense now – why he was talking to him, getting so physical, being forward…

"Are you coming onto me?" Eyes narrowed, he was about to show this onyx eyed creep just what he thought about that even being a thing, but was pre-empted by the other man.

"…Are you high? And no, no I'm not coming onto you. I'm Cobra, by the way."

Don't listen to him! He is so totally hitting on you! Now Carbuncle really could hear the exclamation points on each of his thoughts.

Wow, he must be really drunk.

"I'm Carbuncle. Wanna get drunk?"

"Sure."

And so Carbuncle got Cobra drunk, and had many misadventures through the town of Alexandria.

Alexandria Inn, twelve o'clock.

"Ughh…my aching head."

Leaning up out of bed, Carbuncle cradled his pounding head, wondering just what happened last night and ruing the day that he thought getting drunk was a good idea. The irritating beeping of the alarm clock was getting on his last nerves, causing him to shatter it with a well-placed spear to its ugly visor.

Wait when have I been able to do that? Staring at his arm in abject confusion, he tried to revert his arm back to normal, with varying degrees of success. In the end, it looked mostly human, but his middle finger was made of translucent sapphire, which made him laugh despite the pain it caused in his skull.

Rolling out of bed, he had to prepare for the rest of the day. Today was the day he was to catch the interest of Oracion Seis after all.

But first, he needed to find some clothes.

Meandering around the room, it wasn't long before he found his clothes, but just as he found them his attention was caught by a scrap of paper resting innocently on top of his shirt. Biting his lip with dread creeping up his spine, he unfolded the scrap of paper- eyes widening as he read what was printed.

Yo, Carbuncle!

Thanks for the good time, hope to see you around again. Don't really know what else to put on these things, so guess like I'll see you around.

See ya,

Cobra

P.S: My snake says hi.

The paper fluttered to the ground, falling victim to gravity as Carbuncle tried to figure out what he did last night. From what he could assume from the note, it appeared that he got absolutely sloshed, and hired a male stripper called Cobra. It was the only explanation that made sense, as he wasn't naïve enough to not know what 'snake' said 'hi', or what it meant to have 'a good time'.

And if his 'snake' said 'hi'…

"You were the uke." His entire body did a 180, turning to stare at the young girl that was grinning mischievously in the doorway. She was young, that much was certain, and shouldn't even know anything about that, but she obviously did. She was clad in some form of sundress that accentuated her azure eyes and her powder-blue hair. The youth had pale almost alabaster skin, and a golden anklet was wrapped just slightly above her foot.

The thing he was most focused on however was the shoes. She didn't have any. There is something wrong with the world when a young girl doesn't have shoes.

"I…was the uke? Hey, wait a sec, how are you even in my room?" Slightly unnerved by the young girl, who will be called 'Blue' until he found out her real name, and how she got in his room. Shrugging the craziness off for a little while, he didn't have to wait long for a response, and if he was a lesser man than he was he would have face planted at the sheer audacity at it.

"Well, a really strange person left the door open around an hour ago." She commented lightly, as if she hadn't been waiting around for an hour. "And I'm here to ask you a few questions – I've been tailing you since Crocus." Waltzing inside, 'Blue' kicked the door shut, launching her body onto the bed as if she owned the place.

"Wait – you've been tailing me since Crocus. I don't remember seeing you anywhere, and I even covered my tracks." Seeing the discrepancy in what she was saying, he was starting to think that she was some random stranger that had walked into his room just for the sake of it. "You really aren't making any sense. What would make you think that I would let people track me?" He wasn't seeing it, not at all.

"Well, I didn't do it alone, that's for sure. I had a partner." She mentioned from her place on his bed, whilst she seemed to fiddle impatiently with something in her hand.

"You didn't do it alone? Who else was with you? And really how did you track me?" Finally deciding to get dressed, he was just about done by the time that there was a knock on the door.

"And who's that? Could you get that 'Blue'?" Smoothing out his rumpled shirt, he tried to get his hair into some semblance of a style, a few strands sticking upwards rebelliously whilst he managed to get a majority of it to stay flat.

"Sure, nii-san, and you certainly are asking a lot of questions, aren't you?" Laughing to herself, she bounded over to the door, eyes lighting up as her eyes met those at the door. "OMG, hi Nee-san." She was ecstatic from the sound of it.

Wait, Nee-san? That must be who she came with. But the question is why? Pausing from sorting out his appearance, Carbuncle turned around, coming face to face with…

Face to face with…kind?

That's the only way that his sleep-deprived mind could describe her, kind, though the more he looked the more she seemed troubled by something. This 'Nee-san', with her long brunette hair that cascaded down her back and curled lightly at the bottom, alongside her periwinkle eyes, seemed to exude some strange mixture of meekness and confidence. If she was in a guild, he would place her as belonging to Blue Pegasus, due to her looks.

Though at the moment she was tapping her foot on the ground impatiently, as if waiting for something, even if she did manage to look amused whilst doing so.

"Are you done admiring my gorgeous looks yet?" Slightly flirty, she waltzed into the room with an air of faux-superiority that would fool anyone else, but Carbuncle wasn't an expert infiltrator for nothing after all and spotted it from a mile away.

"Nope, I'm slightly confused as to how a sister could let their younger sibling walk around without any shoes. You should be ashamed of yourself." Aggravating smirk in place, Carbuncle was willing to play this game with her, if she wished to. It was a game that he very rarely grew tired of, this game of words.

"W-We aren't actually siblings," She sweatdropped, "– Zimi just calls a person that she likes that, isn't that right, Zimi." Receiving an emphatic nod from the young blue-haired girl, she was prepared to tell him 'I told you so', but stopped when she realised that she was being ignored.

"Hey, quit looking in the mirror when I'm speaking to you!" Getting progressively louder as she went, she was all but shouting by the end of it, enraged by the blue-haired boy's dismissal.

"Oh, I didn't realise you were still here. I apologise." The apology would have meant more if he wasn't still ignoring her presence for the mirror. "So, what is it you want? I'm getting bored of waiting."

She was about to answer, but she stopped – favouring instead to slam the door shut and slap some kind of rune on it. A rune that he was quite familiar with, due to it being a silence ward.

"What do you know about Oracion Seis?" The question came from Zimi.

"Why do you want to know?"

"Don't you know that it is rude to answer a question with a question?" This time it came from the girl whom he has yet to gather the name of.

"Don't you know it's rude to barge into people's rooms without their permission?" He had them there, and they both knew that.

"Ugh, fine! We are here on behalf of Blue Pegasus to aid you in infiltrating Oracion Seis."

Now this was something that surprised Carbuncle. He thought that this mission was supposed to be solo after all, and he now had to factor in the fact that there were two new variables that he hadn't taken into consideration when making his plan.

"Blue Pegasus? Unusual. Normally, they go for more well-known guilds like Fairy Tail for missions like these, I know for a fact that Titania has gone on one of these missions before." He said, leaving out the fact that she once went with him to infiltrate a dark guild. Carbuncle mentally shivered when he remembered how much damage the woman made. Subtlety was certainly lost on her, that's for sure, and he remembered having to donate the city some of his own jewels to pay the reparation fee.

"That's why we were chosen, as we are not as well-known as Fairy Tail but still prestigious enough to have enough weight behind what we do." She explained to him, not leaving anything out. She was told by Master Bob to not act difficult with the agent, as they had been warned about the caustic nature of the teen.

"To be honest I would have preferred to do it alone, but at least there isn't any Elemental Dragon Slayers around." He muttered, cringing at the mention of them.

"Why?" Curious, Zimi leant forward, making sure that she heard everything said by the youth if he did indeed spill.

"I'd rather not say." Clamming up about the subject, the room fell into an uncomfortable silence, as he was unwilling to talk about his fears to people he didn't even know.

"So…Uhh…Should we introduce ourselves?" Thinking fast, Zimi tried to come up with something to break the silence, sighing in relief when it seemed to work. "Carbuncle, you start." Forced to start, he murmured something incomprehensible before beginning in a faux-happy tone.

"Fine, I might as well start. I use Crystal magic." Not even offering an explanation, he waited for the next person to speak up. He waited. He waited some more. He even counted to a minute, and after hearing no reply he couldn't help but turn and stare at the other occupants of the room. "What?" Did he have something on his face or something?

"Aren't you gonna explain a little more about yourself? Like your likes and dislikes? And what your dream is? Things like that." Carbuncle raised his brow as he realised that 'Kind' was the type of woman who would love to hear all about your life story.

"Not to be rude, but I'm pretty sure you ripped that off of Naruto…"

"Be quiet and just answer the questions."

If there was anything that he had learnt in his seventeen years of being on this planet, it was that it was pointless to argue with a girl. It may be a sad truth, but it was a real one and he would just have to accept it.

The things I do for people…"Fine, I'll start again then." He couldn't resist sticking his tongue out to the girl, who reciprocated. "Hi, my name is Carbuncle, and I'm seventeen years old. I like being alive, not being dead, and I enjoy living. I hate thoughts of death, being in situations out of my control, and Elemental Dragon Slayers. My dream is to get out of this mission alive, and my crystal magic lets me protect and defend – I don't know any of the offensive skills yet, as that aspect of the magic as a whole is hard to grasp, but I do know one offensive spell, but that's only because I woke up with it known and I can't exactly reverse it." Listing his thoughts out loud, he didn't even deign them a look as he did so, much to the consternation of the girls. But he did lift his middle finger up to show them that he still hadn't grasped the spell.

"There, was that so hard?" 'Kind' said, tone patronising.

"Yes, it was." Ignoring that, an act that she felt would become more and more common the more they get to know each other, 'Kind' moved onto her clichéd introduction whilst Zimi tested Carbuncle's patience by repeatedly prodding him.

"Hi, my name is Jayne Satsuki - I'm also seventeen. I like sweet things, matchmaking, caramel, giant stuffed animals, beaches, cute animals, The Three Cs - which are being cheerful, carefree, and caring - and matchmaking. However, I don't like dark chocolate, loud music, not being in control of a situation, dark mages/guilds, and overly forward boys. My dream is…is…something that I am unwilling to share, and my magic is…light magic. But it isn't very strong, and I only know three magic spells with it, but I'll do my best and…" She trailed off uncertainly, and Carbuncle could tell that she was feeling uncomfortable.

Luckily, Zimi was there to save the day. He would definitely make sure to buy her a pair of shoes for Christmas.

"Welp, I am ten and my name is Zimi – you don't need to know my last name as they so complicate things, don't they Nii-san (Carbuncle, realising it was him whom she was referencing, only nodded emphatically). I like a lot of things, far too many things to list so I won't bother trying. My main dislike is homophobia, and my dream is to crush Oracion Seis, and become a famous mage – maybe even a Wizarding Saint. My magic is copy magic, which allows me to copy images that I've formed a friendship with, and allow me to use their abilities – but only if we are close to magical power, if we aren't then I can't mimic you." Finishing her introduction, she made her new seat Carbuncle's knee, hugging him like she did before much to the elder boy's chagrin.

"With that out of the way – Zimi get off before I throw you out of a window – could we think up a plan? I've got one, but it is only for myself." Carbuncle felt he was being more helpful than he needed to be, as he didn't have to tell them how he was going to get involved with the Dark Guild.

"But what about us? How are we going to get involved in them? I even had my Guild Mark removed so that it wouldn't arouse suspicion." Jayne protested, whilst Zimi just seemed to agree with everything that she was saying.

"Exactly, what about you guys? I don't even know how helpful you'll be, considering the fact that I was told this was a solo-mission…" Carbuncle couldn't find a place for them in his plans, and it threw him for a wrench when he considered just how much of a threat they were to his continued survival.

If Oracion Seis found out about him being a spy, then things for him will be…well…umm…bad, to say the least.

"We could be your team?" Zimi suggested, eyes lighting up as an idea came to her.

"My…team?" Carbuncle may not be stupid, but he didn't see where she was going with this. But if what his instincts are telling him, then screw Celeste's drug dealer – he'd have to get Zimi's. It must be good stuff if it made her come up with what she was thinking.

"You could keep that plan, and when they hire you, you can say that you came with us and we'll be your team. That way we can all be involved, so that we can then come together and crush them from the inside!" Both Zimi and Jayne seemed to share a high five at that, proud of the fact that they could be involved with the mission.

"What! How is that a good idea?" He snarled, incredulous at what was going on right in front of his eyes. "Do you lot even have anything to protect your minds from mind-reading?" He had to ask, as this was over before it even really began.

"Oh that stuff is easy-peasy – I have immunity to it due to the fact that my magic is copy magic. It makes my thoughts all blurry-wurly and nonsensical." She waved it off as if it was nothing, and to her it probably was. It was nothing new to her most likely, as she had probably grown up with her magic influencing her thoughts.

Magic is known to have an effect on the mind, and copy magic's lack of stability must have left an imprint on her psyche that made it almost impossible to read. He knew that his crystal magic has made him callous and over-the-top, as it melded him to fit its form – it is why he is such a good actor, as he can make a performance work. He wasn't even surprised that Jayne had light magic, as she seemed to be a natural social butterfly. But there seemed to be something else below her surface that set him on edge.

"And what about you, Jayne?" Turning to the other in the room, he soon got a swift response.

"My light magic makes it almost impossible for my thoughts to escape my head as it masks them with light. I may not be the strongest in my guild, but that doesn't mean that I am not suitable for the job." Eyebrows furrowed in determination, Jayne wasn't about to be left behind, never again.

Looking between the two others in the room, Carbuncle couldn't help the small smirk spreading across his face.

"So what are we going to be called?" The question came from the youngest of the group.

Then a thought came to Jayne.

"Have any of you heard of the story about Crystallux? Doubtful that you have, so I'll fill you in. It is in essence about a dragon who masqueraded himself as a chandelier in an opera house due to his love of drama." Jayne told the group, easily catching the ear of Zimi, who found it interesting.

"Crystallux hid itself away from the rest of the world, but that didn't stop a young girl from believing in its existence, leaving food out for it every night. Every time she came back in the morning, the food was gone." The focus shifted away from the woman and onto the agent, who was well versed in this particular tale. Not to be outdone, Jayne followed through.

"All was well, until one day bandits attacked the opera house. Everyone inside was injured in some way, some even dead, and just as the young girl was about to die the dragon appeared to fight them off." She fell silent, unsure of the ending to the tale.

"Dragons may be deadly and almost immune to damage, but some bandits knew Dragon Slayer magic. And no matter the strength of a dragon, they will always fall when confronted by a Dragon Slayer." He took a moment to breathe, before finishing the tale off. "And he died, with his lacrima stolen and the girl dead."

"So…what's the relevance of the name?" It was a scary thought when the brainwaves of a ten year-old and a seventeen year old were running parallel.

"Well, we have someone with crystal magic on our team, which represents Crystallux. Someone who has copy magic, which could represent the actors, and we have me, who could represent the lights of the opera house." Even if Zimi seemed to agree, Carbuncle wasn't buying it, but he really couldn't be bothered arguing with the girl.

He still would stick to his motto of never arguing with a girl unless it was necessary. Otherwise things would get heated, and fast.

"So that's our team name then?" Carbuncle looked between the two girls, who both nodded in agreement.

"Guess like its decided – from this day forth we are Team Crystallux." It wasn't as dramatic as I thought it would be, but it is getting there. With his characteristic smirk in place, he stood, gathering his things up before moving out of the room. The rune shattered as soon as his crystal finger came into contact with the rune, making him release a laugh.

"So shall we leave then?" Not even answering the boy, Jayne sped past the boy in the doorway, followed quickly by Zimi who was giggling like mad. "I'll take that as a yes…hey; wait up a second will you?" Finally getting his wits together, he charged after them.

But did he regret making a team with them?

It was debatable. But for now…

He felt it would be good.

Chapter 1, Finish~

Okay people, just some important news that needs to be taken care of, about OCs and appearances within the story. And a few things that I really should mention now, so I'll get that out of the way.

But before then, QueenKazza was amazing and acted as a Beta for this chapter - she made it infinitely better, as she made the structure so much more fluid~

Okay, now onto some bad news for some people. Unless you want your character to be more involved with the plot, you can't have ridiculously powerful OCs unless you want me to power them down a little. It's mostly because a trend I've noticed is that good characters all tend to start of weak and then get stronger as time goes by - plus it makes them interesting. So I hope you don't mind if I turn down the strengths of some of them to make them slightly to how I view the story.

If your opposed to this, contact me in a PM and I'm sure we can sort something out.

Now onto how I am going to be using OCs - the way that I've planned is to bring the characters in gradually, so as to make them not seem pointless. For example, I might bring in one or two characters based on what I see as being possible, which will allow you guys to know about a character and like them, instead of it being chapter one and there being 9 OCs - because some of them are going to be sent to the background, and I don't want that to happen. And order of appearance is based entirely on who gets the OC sent in first, to make it easier on myself lol - it may seem juvenile, but it works.

And to wrap this up, just thought I'll say this: OMG YOU GUYS ARE AMAZING~ 6 REVIEWS, 9 FOLLOWERS AND 3 FAVS - YOU GUYS ARE AWESOME :DD

So I hope you all enjoyed this chapter, and I hope you continue to read and review :D

Signed, HalcyonNight.

(P.S: That guest who sent in those Ocs - could I make it possible so that the shadow mage is slightly weaker, because if he is stronger than Rogue who was a major villain/dragon slayer then it seems a bit strange :/. I hope you can contact me so we can sort something out about it :D.)

(P.S.S: I hope you all like the cover for the story - It's how I imagined Carbuncle to look, but with green eyes instead :D)