AN: I do not own Fairytail
Sorry this took so long. This prompt did not want to work with me.
Day 1 (2015) – Pontificate
Lahar had just received another stack of paperwork from Fairytail and felt justified in his decision to go to the guild and make their guild master redo it all.
First off, most of these forms and letters of apology were supposed to be handed in months ago. Second, over half the forms were incorrectly filled out or had vital information missing. Thirdly, why was there an order form for 200 barrels of beer, 60 bottles of vodka, 30 bottles tequila, 80 bottles of rum, etc. (you get the picture) and this happened to be one of the only forms that was filled out completely and correctly.
Lahar sighed and sorted out all the pieces of paperwork he would need to take with him. Thank Mavis that Doranbolt was here. It would make the journey quicker, taking up less of his valuable time.
"Lets go." Lahar spoke, as he stood up from his desk, startling Doranbolt from his task.
"Where are we going?" The teleportation mage asked, finishing folding his paper airplane and throwing it towards the waste paper basket he had placed on the other side of the room.
"Fairytail." Lahar said, as he narrowed his eyes at his partner's childish antics.
"And what have they done this time to warrant a visit?" Doranbolt asked, frowning at the paper airplane, that had landed two feet from the basket.
"Master," Lahar emphasised this word with sarcasm, "Makarov needs a remedial class on how to fill out paperwork."
Doranbolt stood up and followed Lahar, as he left their office.
Fairytail was its usual lively self when the two arrived. Having visited Fairytail often enough, they knew the protocol.
Walk in, at your own peril, and head straight for the bar, ducking and weaving, to Mira, who would be able to tell you anything you wanted, or didn't want, to know about the guild and its members. From who would make the cutest couples, to who's in the closet, literally and figuratively, to where each member can be found, including the guild's master.
Lahar and Doranbolt arrived at the bar, safe and sound, to find they needn't ask Mira where to find Master Makarov, as he was standing there, in what seemed to be a heated conversation with Mira.
"I filled it out for you and left it on your desk to sign." Mira had her hands on her hips and was glaring menacingly at the master, who had taken shelter behind Lucy.
"I sent all the paperwork on my desk to Lahar at the magic council. He had complained again that he hadn't received some form or other, so I sent it all to him to sort through." The Master's voice came from behind Lucy's legs.
"Hello Captain Lahar, Officer Doranbolt." Lucy greeted them, as no one else seemed to notice them, "You wouldn't happen to have our alcohol requisition form would you?"
"You mean this form." Lahar said, with a deadpan voice, as he pulled the form out of the over stuffed briefcase.
Maybe he should get a suitcase. With the amount of paperwork that Fairytail generated, a suitcase may be necessary fairly soon.
"Oh, thank you Captain Lahar," Mira said with a smile, taking the requisition form from him, "but you didn't have to come all this way just to return a form. I could have just filled out another one."
"If you could just fill out another one, why are you upset with me?" Master Makarov asked Mira, with a pout on his face, as he stepped out from behind his shield, patting her on the bum as he did so.
"Because I shouldn't have to." Mira snarled, glaring daggers at the old man, who squeaked and jumped back behind Lucy.
"That is not why I am here." Lahar spoke up, in a no nonsense tone.
"I'm a just gonna go talk to Wendy, while you sort this out." Doranbolt said, before bolting away to join said girl and her cat on the far side of the guild.
"I am here concerning the ineptitude Master Makarov appears to have in regards to completing and submitting paperwork in a timely manner." Lahar explained pompously.
"No need to pontificate." Lucy said, under her breath.
Either, no one heard her, or they chose to ignore her statement.
"Ah!" Master Makarov exclaimed, having stepped out from behind Lucy, again, "Then you will need to speak with my newly appointed paperwork assistant."
Lahar raised his brows and asked, "And who might that be?"
"Why it's my dear Lucy here." The old man smiled, as he pated said girl on the bum.
Lucy's eyebrow twitched, as she glared down at the master.
"Master," Mira said, using her 'I'm warning you tone,' "are you trying to shirk your responsibility?"
"Not at all, Mira dear," Master spoke, with his most innocent look on his face, "Lucy here needs a steady income to keep up with her rent payments. It would be disreputable of me to allow her to he kicked out of her apartment, just because her team mates are the ones responsible for creating most of that paperwork." Master pointed towards Lahar's briefcase.
"Oh, so you're going to bribe and coerce Lucy into doing part of your job." Mira stood there with her arms crossed over her chest, as she glared at the master.
"No!" Master Makarov looked astonished at the suggestion, none of the mages present were buying it for a minute, "I would never do such a thing. I was merely providing the lovely Lucy with a job that provides a regular income."
Mira continued to glare at Makarov, and would probably have argued further if Lucy hadn't interrupted.
"Excuse me Mira, Captain Lahar," Lucy smiled at the both of them in tern, "I need to have a word with master about the terms of this agreement."
Lucy then dragged the master away, by the collar at the back of his shirt, too a quiet corner where they wouldn't be overheard, apart from the over sensitive ears of the dragon slayers present.
"How much?" Lucy asked.
She had taken a seat at an empty table and the master had situated himself on top of the table, with both his arms and his legs crossed.
Lahar watched the exchange, between the blonde celestial spirit mage and Fairytail's master, from where he still stood at the bar.
"Would you like a drink while you are waiting?" Mira asked, with her usual smile.
Lahar declined and Mira moved away to serve her guild mates.
Lahar's eyes were drawn back to Lucy, as she stood up, placing both hands on the table and leaned in towards her master. She had a fierce look in her eye as she spoke. The guild master was leaning back slightly, eyes wide, and seemed to be sweating under the girls gaze.
Lahar found himself smiling slightly at the exchange, before he quickly schooled his features and took a quick glance around, to make sure no one had caught his slip up.
20 minutes later.
Lucy bounded over to Lahar with a bright smile on her face. Master Makarov followed at a more sedate pace, looking a little shaken.
"Well Lahar," Lucy said with enthusiasm, linking her right arm with his left, "why don't we step into my office and get all of this paperwork sorted out." Lucy continued to talk, as she guided a wary looking Lahar up the stairs and down the hallway, "I'm sure you're a busy man and have more important things you need to be doing."
They walked past the Master's office and past Laxus's office, stopping at the third door on the right. Lucy pushed open the door, it creaked loudly as if no one had opened it in ages. The room was rather small, it had a wooden table, that looked like it was about to collapse, 2 wooden chairs, that didn't look much better, a bookshelf, overflowing with messily placed tomes, and lots of boxes, some overflowing with paperwork.
"Luxurious office my ass." Lucy growled, looking around.
Lahar stared at the smart mouthed blonde, as she carefully picked her way across the room and opened the window, to air out the room and hopefully get rid of that musty smell.
If he got to interact with her, instead of the Master, when dealing with Fairytail, he might just find himself looking forward to his trips here, instead of dreading them.
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