Helllooooooooooo my readers! I am sorry for leaving you guys for so long and sorry for deleting LYMA and RM? but, i couldn't take it anymore. Looking at the two stories that i knew would never be done for, totally made me wanna cry my eyes out and feel the sorrow of disappointment. (if that even a phrase;p) Anyway, this would be one of the few chaps i managed to scrap from the deep brain of mine because hey, this year, as i said in my profile, will be SUPER DUPER busy with load of works, studies and other stuffs connecting to MORE studies! so yeah...

FlameDragonHime : Miss FlameDragonHime, if you wanted to know what I had discovered, why don't you go check up on my favorite list stories in my profile and found out the difference? I hope you're not shocked from the discovery! It's enough that is only me whom so shocked by it...

Celistastar : Dude, my wing man, yo! And thanks for loving this little fanfic girl! And yeah, I will ace my exam, mark my words on that! And, i know, stuffs like that happens to all people you know. And aww... thanks... You're my fav author too!

sofsof2015 :I was excited i up dated last year too man, till i didn't. so not cool of me right but... school is calling...! i hate and love school all at the same time right now... -grumble- and dude, how... how did you... urgh! I'm just trying to give on a mysterious vibe in here but you're so like Edogawa Conan/Shinichi Kudo from Detective Conan whom can crack a mystery piece of cake... -pouting- -while crying tears of river!-

dogsrcool5 : will do man, will do. once i get all my shits done this year! -crack knuckles-

Nalu Nalu Nalu : thanks! XD

Lila Arazona : Everyone needed answers and as for this... new chap, here i come! -running before tripping on my own feet- Ouch! -starts cursing- curse you land! curse you stone! curse you leg! curse you tree! curse you grass! curse you-! -finger pointing at a cute lil' kitten- I can't curse you kitten!

Well, that's my ramble for the day and... before we started... thanks for still sticking up with me till now! thanks you!

Also, i wanna thanks a special author here, Celistastar for being my beta reader. Give her a big applause folks!

Now, start reading!

CHAPTER FOUR

Night had long gone and it was already midnight, the streets were silent and the road barely had cars passing through. Alleyways were swallowed whole by a black void. The wind whispering softly as they blew through the darkness, as if beckoning unfortunate, naive souls to step inside the darkness.

Magnolia was as silent and cold as ever.

Loke Leo walked though the empty street, empty-handed except for the suitcase he carried along with him, his sunglasses clipped in the top of the left chest pocket of his coat, as he whistled along the way nonchalantly.

The ginger haired man came to a stop in the dark and silent park, an ominous breez danced through the branches and leaves of the trees, making them rustle and bow to its will. Creating dark shadows that swayed and danced along with them. The atmosphere was creepy to say the least, especially with how silent the night was that not even the sound of crickets were heard nearby.

At a bench near the small lake of the park, with nothing except the company of a dimly lightened lamppost next to him and the sounds of crickets singing. Not even the moon and the stars could lit the darkness that surrounded him.

He twisted his left arm to gaze down at his wristwatch, noting that it was already one in the morning, before he was startled by the sudden appearance of a dark, hooded person that was clearly not there before. Loke laughed nervously before he snorted.

"Damn, can't you not do that every time we met?" the man asked humorously. The figure just stood there silently, but Loke could catch them rolling their eyes, an amused smirk on their face, and the man smiled.

"Anyway, I'm sorry for asking you to meet me, especially this late, but remember the material you asked for about T?" Loke asked and the figure nodded in respond. Loke gestured the suitcase in hand, handing it over to the figure. "This is all we could gather in such short notice. I hope it would suffice." the ginger haired man explained, as the suitcase swapped owners. The hooded person looked at the suitcase for a moment, as if debating something, before they looked back at Loke. And, in a sudden movement, they threw their self at him, and the force behind it made Loke stumble a little, almost toppling over along his attacker, before he regained his footing and calmed down. He smiled softly, gently patting their back.

"There, there, it's okay…" Loke said softly, causing them to tighten their grip on him.

"Thanks you," they whispered in a soft, monotone voice. A second later, the warmth disappeared along with the figure. Loke sighed, smiling softly, gazing at the empty spot where the mysterious figure had once stood by, before he turned away, hands in his pants pocket, and walked away from the meeting spot.

"See'ya later… Celest,"

Lucy stifled a yawn as she woke up from her slumber. Her eyes slowly opened in a dazed motion as she pushed her self up from the comfortable bed to a sitting position. She glanced all around her small and neat room, before jumping off the bed to start off her morning routine as usual.

The girl just finished wearing her maid uniform, tying the apron behind her back, all the while mentally cursing Natsu for how uncomfortably short the skirt of the uniform was, she wasn't exactly glad that she had to parade around in such short clothing, and she almost cursed loudly when she heard a knock on her door. "Coming~" she called out to whoever it was behind the door, as she pulled on her flat black shoes and brushed any wrinkles from the skirt, she rushed towards the door.

She twisted the knob, pulling the door open. There, stood in front of the door a petite maid with black hair and violet eyes, fidgeting with her fingers as she looked downwards on the crimson carpeted floor beneath her.

"Ah, Ms… Ms. Lucy, Mr. Dragneel asked for your presence in his room, immediately. " the petite maid said and Lucy sighed, it's too early for her to meet that man, but oh well. "Oh, really…? Hmm, okay then. I'll be there in a sec. You can go now Lea." Lucy said and the petite maid nodded before she walked away, more like ran away, from Lucy. The blonde woman sighed at that, stepping out of her room, before she closed the door and walked towards Natsu's room.

When she was in front of the door, she paused for a minute to take a deep breathe and knocked on the door. A muffled 'Come in,' was her cue she could enter.

Slowly and carefully, the woman opened the door, her head popped inside the room first, only to be greeted by Natsu already dressed in his crimson buttoned up and black slacks, his coat still on top of the golden edged and black silk mattress king sized bed.

She noticed the man had a scowl on his face and she gulped. She really hoped she was not in trouble because for goodness' sake, she had done nothing wrong — according to her memories— yesterday! Cautiously, with the stealth of a cat, she entered the room and slowly closing the door behind her.

"Umm, Master, what can I help you with?" Lucy asked and Natsu gave her a side glance before resuming his work on fixing his tie again.

"Something came up in my company and I'm going to be there for the whole day and won't be able to make it back till late this night, probably by midnight." Natsu explained, and all Lucy could do was nod, still not understanding where this conversation was leading to.

"Uhh, do you want me to come along with you, Master?" Lucy asked, almost innocently as she stared at Natsu, who walked towards his bed and shrugged on his coat after he finished tying his black tie over.

"No need for that, Lucy. I just thought it will do good to inform you about that. Besides, what could you do at the company anyway?" He questioned as he fixed his coat to fit snuggly on him. "Considering you have neither clear knowledge nor experience on how to handle a company, much less paper works, which I'm sure would be a lot and very confidential, it's pretty wasteful to bring you along." Natsu said and Lucy had to bite her tongue to not protest against Natsu's claim, and that she knew how to handle some damn paper works. She used to work as a secretary for some company that she didn't give a flying fuck to remember, before she quitted —or did she get fired?— due to some asshat trying to get into her pants, a.k.a. her freaking perverted old boss.

The blonde girl sighed before she bobbed her head up and down. "Noted Master. If that is all, I'll be doing the house chores for the day." Lucy sighed and Natsu only gave her a grunt of acknowledging her words.

"If that's all you need to say to me Master, may I go now?" Lucy asked and Natsu looked at her, looking as if he was contemplating something —she hoped he didn't think over about bringing her to the company with him because she had better things to do than babysit her boss— before he shook his head, putting on a blank mask on his face.

He was good at concealing his emotions and thoughts.

"Yes, you may go now." the pink hair man said, and with a perfected 45 degree bow, Lucy exited the room, sighing in relief along the way. Finally, out of that suffocating room and tense atmosphere.

Natsu watched as the door closed behind the slave, before he sighed. He looked at his wristwatch, and seeing that it was already passed 7:30 a.m, he was probably going to eat breakfast at the nearby coffee shop near his company building, it seemed.

He wanted to bring Lucy along with him to the company, but he didn't want any of his workers — especially male workers — to surround his slave, and ask her unnecessary questions. Besides, he also needed to keep her hidden from the society about her status of being his —as his slave/maid, he didn't care because she was still rightfully his— in order to keep her safe from being targeted by those who envied him or had a grudge against him.

He walked towards the nightstand near his bed, and opened the single drawer. He took out an old silver locket with the shape of a fairy with a tail, the symbol of his little Mafia group, and also, the locket Ashley had given him years ago, a gift which he kept very close to himself, and his heart.

The pink haired boss caressed the locket gently, suddenly feeling nostalgic, before he slipped the necklace around his neck and hid it beneath his buttoned up shirt. And with that, he was ready to face the day.

In an expensive French cuisine restaurant, an old man in his 60s was having an exquisite dinner with a beautiful woman that was young enough to be his daughter, or his granddaughter even.

Both of them were quite oblivious to their surrounding as they were too observe in their dinner while giving one another some sneaky, teasing touches, interpreting the events that would take place later in the night, behind closed doors.

Suddenly, a blonde haired man wearing a thin black framed glasses and the restaurant's waiter uniform, come towards their table with a charming smile on his face.

"Sir, Miss, would you like another glass of champagne? Or perhaps, you would like to look through the selection of the finest wine our restaurant has to offer?" The man asked, his voice has a faint French accent. The old man chuckled before he gestured the waiter to pour them some more champagne and told the waiter to specifically filled his glass to the brim.

The young man smiled forcefully at his customer, a careful, mastered mask of politeness on his face, as he poured the champagne into the glass, while saying, "It's not healthy for you to drink all this champagne sir. My old man died because he drank too much of this before." The waiter said, as if giving the old man a silent warning of his fate, but the old man just brushed it off.

"Oh hush you young man. You don't know a thing about fine made champagne or the cheap champagne you peasents bought." The aged man waved him off, not even sparing him a glance.

"Now, stop yapping your gums and pour me some more." He continued to say as he gestured for the young lady across from him, "neither me or my date are here to listen to your stupid and unnecessary lecture." The old man said dismissively, causing the beautiful brunette before him to giggle.

The young man only smiled as he shook his head slightly. "If you say so, sir." the waiter said as he finished pouring his glass with yellowish-tinted brown liquid to the brim, closing back the green champagne bottle and placing it inside the ice filled bucket.

"Your desserts will arrive in a minute, so, please enjoy your main dish to the fullest, sir, Miss." The waiter bowed down, and was about to go, but the woman stopped him in his tracks, complimenting the dish, she told the waiter to give her thanks to the chef.

He nodded and smiled charmingly. "Have no worries, I will give your compliment to the chef, Miss. I am sure he would be delighted to hear that." And with that, the young man walked away to the kitchen.

The old man grumbled at seeing how his paramour was enthralled by the young man as he took a sip of his champagne. He placed the glass back on the covered white silk table, once he consumed the remaining expensive liquid.

And as he was about to take another bite of his half eaten dish, he froze, the fork suddenly fell from his grip, making contact with the ground with a deafening 'clank.'

He took hold of his chest, right above his stuttering heart, where the organ started to feel painfully tight, as if a hand of stoned ice cold had coiled around the frail organ and started to squeeze the life out of it. His paramour was panicking, he could clearly hear her high pitch screams, panicking at his sudden demeanor. But he was in too much pain to care. His vision blurred and doubled, he couldn't breathe, he couldn't think. He just wanted the pain to stop!

The old man could feel how his life was being sucked out of his very soul. With a desperate gasp of air, he tried once again to gain his breathing but he failed as he fell face first on the table. He was dead before the air could reach his lungs.

From a distance, the young man looked at the old man whom was wrenching and withering in pain, as his grip tightened on his left chest, panting heavily, trying to capture as much oxygen as possible, though it was futile.

He smirked when finally, the man just simply stopped breathing and went still, his face fell flat on the gushes of the leftover dinner. He heard the terrified screams began to fill the restaurant and slowly, he began to walk backwards, before slowly blending with the shadows from the back of the restaurant. He hummed before he spoke, "Told you it kills you, old man~" The back door opened and he exitted the panicking restaurant and into the darkness of the alley, before the door was once again closed and he was not to be seen again.

Unawared by him, a pair of gleaming dark emerald onyx eyes were observing him the moment the old man started to crunch over, smirking in amusement as he leant against the soft, expensive cushion seat of the restaurant, completely ignoring the commotion happening around him. Gray looked at his boss, noting the amusement in his eyes and he smirked.

"Something caught your eyes, boss?" Gray asked and Natsu's smirk widened even more as he looked over at him, he seeped the champagne calmly, as if a person didn't just have a sudden heart attack a few feet away from him.

Natsu said nothing, but Gray already knew what was going through his boss' mind as he nodded. "I'll tell the other boss."

The young man would be an interesting addition to his group with his interesting method

So, what do you guys think of this? IS it good enough or is it not worth all your wait?

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P/S : who can guess who are Celest and that mysterious blond guy whom killed the old man? OC or Original Character from FT?

throwing some glitters with fake plastic shape stars!

- Silver