A/N: Hey there :3!
So 13darksoulsand1madhater said in a review that it would be funny if Lucy asked for punishment instead of Virgo and I was like "Heck yea!"
But as my mind bubble started growing, it became a whole new story on it's own XP
So this story is not connected to the first chapter, which is a One-Shot

I hope you like it! (And if stuff is vague, it's supposed to be)

Disclaimer: I do not own Fairy Tail, Hiro Mashima does!

Chapter 1: She is Enigma

He was going to do it today. He was going to summon whatever was connected to that damn key and he was going to find out what mysteries it contained. He never actually understood what this gold key meant to his grandfather, he always kept it vague, but he was going to find out today! He had had enough mystery in his life already and he didn't need any more. Now that his father was exiled from the guild and his grandfather was constantly busy, he could take the key and open it.

Not only his grandfather had obsessed over the key, but his father had too. It sometimes even seemed as if he cared more about this damn key than he did for him. He seemed so set on opening the gate, but every time he tried, he failed. Even his grandfather had not been able to open it. Almost once, but nothing had appeared from the bright shine of glitter and light.

But he was going to do it. Celestial magic was one of the hardest magic to learn and was not to be taken lightly. In order to open a gate, one must not only concentrate magic into the key, but into their whole being. You would have to find your magic in your whole body, send it through your key and be able to put that magic into a, what you could call, vision of the celestial spirit. And even if you could vision your spirit and be able to concentrate your magic perfectly, you would still need to maintain the solid form of your spirit and be able to match your own magic with the spirit's power.

For a long time he did not know how on earth he was going to visualize this spirit that seemed so important to his family. How was he supposed to imagine an image of someone, without having ever seen them. Then there was also the problem that his magic clashed with celestial magic. For some reason his magic would just not work with it. His power was all about brawl and power, while celestial magic was connected to the soul and spirit of your being.

So what he did was train. Every day and every night he tried to pool his magic into the golden key, desperately trying to get at least something out of the key to explain the enigma surrounding it. He trained ever since he first saw the blasted thing, which was around the age of ten, six years ago. The same age his father had started to go berserk.

He slowly took a stance, spreading his legs evenly, relaxing should shoulders and raising his right arm, in which he held the golden key. They key itself was actually quite special, yes he admitted it, even if it was rather girly. It had a strange flowing like design spiralling up the handle, with something carved into it that he could not read, a star with a crystal core at bow and a heart shaped blade. Strangely enough the key did not have a zodiac sign on the handle like all the other gate keys, but only had a small Cristian cross engraved into the crystal core of the star.

Closing his eyes he started to mutter the summoning spell. "I call upon thee, in the world of celestial spirits. I beckon you to my side at once, pass through the gate. Open, gate of the Mortem Stella! LUCY!"

He concentrated all his magic into the key and as soon as he felt something flowing, he envisioned her. He didn't know how, but he saw a dark outline, a door opening and someone passing through. And at that exact moment the room lit up in a blinding light, glitters exploding, and a chime of a doorbell echoing through his ears. Slowly the light started to dim and an odd smell of sweet cherries and space museum filled his nostrils.

He hesitantly lowered his arm, which was over his eyes, to look. Again he saw a faint outline, a rather small one this time. He held his breath in anticipation and he could feel his heart thumping in his chest.

A sweet, yet cold, high pitched voice broke through the deathly silence. "Master," it said, giving Laxus a strange spine chill.

"W-Who are you?" he asked, trying to keep his voice steady.

The smoke cleared completely and Laxus could have sworn his heart stopped for a millisecond. In front of him stood a small girl, no older than ten, with long golden blonde hair that seemed to shine even in the dimly lit room and creamy ivory skin that contrasted sweetly against her rosy cheeks. She had large, he didn't think he had ever seen them that big, chocolate brown eyes with soft golden flecks. Her outfit consisted of long dark blue chiffon dress with little golden stars embroidered into it and long draping sleeves. She wasn't wearing shoes, but had a strange lace cloth wrapped around her small feet. In her left hand she held a cute looking star pushy, whereas in her right hand she held a fairy looking staff with a star on top of it. She was shortly said extremely cute and, even in her young age, extraordinarily beautiful.

But despite her overall cute and pretty appearance, her eyes looked cold, lifeless and unforgiving. She kept her strong gaze on him and he couldn't tear his own stare from her. Somehow she reminded him of someone. Maybe a distant relative or something like that, he just couldn't quite put his finger on it.

"Master?"

Laxus' head shot up to look back up at the girl, who still had her icy stare on him. He quickly composed himself and turned a stern glare at her. "What is it?"

She cocked her head slightly to the side, which was, again he admitted it, extremely cute. Her rosy plump lips formed an O shape and she raised her wrists to him. "Punishment?"

Laxus had to do a double take as he frantically stepped back from her. "W-W-WHAT?!" he stammered, a thick colour of red coating his face.

She took small steps towards him, from which he tried to scramble back more, and when his back hit the wall she placed her small hands on his chest. "Pu-nish-ment?" she drawled out with an emotionless stare.

He swallowed hard and gently pushed her away by her shoulders. "Sorry, but I just summoned you to know what my family has been obsessing about." He eyed her from top to bottom once again, "And to be honest, I don't see why you would be so special. You look like a little dressed up girl to me," he said and narrowed his eyes.

A rushed pair of footsteps broke the silence between the teenager and the celestial spirit and Laxus' hypersensitive ears picked up a voice.

"Laxus! Did you use your lightning magic inside again?" his grandfather shouted.

He panicked and hastily tried to summon the girl back to the spirit world, but even as he tried to take all his magic from her solid form, she still remained before him. The footsteps of his grandfather approached faster and faster and Laxus started to panic more.

"LAXUS!"

The office door opened with a loud bang, making Laxus jump slightly, and Makarov stalked in with an angry scowl on his face. "Laxus how many times must I say it? Practice you magic on the training fie-"

The old man stopped mid-sentence when his eyes finally adjusted to the dark and he could see what was happening. His eyes fell onto the small girl that stood blank faced towards him. Makarov's breath stoked in his throat.

"Laxus, who is that?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Laxus hid the surprise on his face with another mask of boredom and annoyance. "A small girl," he said, trying to sound nonchalant.

Makarov seemed transfixed on the girl and she seemed to hold his gaze. He tentively stepped forward towards the two and reached out for the girl. "Laxus….. please tell me you summoned her from the gate key inside my desk," he whispered.

Laxus furrowed his brows, but nodded anyway. He watched in confusion as his grandfather touched the girl's cheek, so carefully it looked like he was scared she would break. It seemed as if his grandfather was shaking and Laxus could have sworn he saw a tear fall from his cheek.

"I finally get to see you again my child," Makarov said softly.

By now a several deep lines had formed on Laxus' forehead, he just didn't have a clue what was going on. Apparently his grandfather had some emotional connection to this spirit and, quite frankly, Laxus wanted to now, and he wanted to know right now. He was done with all the mystery that surrounded this girl and was sick of not knowing any of the family secrets.

"Grandfather," he said, breaking the Makarov's attention from the girl. "Who the hell is she and why did you keep her a secret from me?" he asked in a no nonsense tone.

A sad chuckle escaped Makarov's mouth when he turned to his grandson. "You probably don't know what Mortem Stella means?" he asked. Laxus shook his head and quirk a brow, edging his grandfather to continue. "It means death star, or death of a star when said as Mortem Stellam. And what her gate name suggest, is exactly what she is. A dead star."

The questions that circled Laxus' mind weren't getting answered and he was losing his patience. "So she was a star? What the hell does that mean?" he asked with a slight snarl.

"She is wasn't a real star, she was a human, just like us. Her name was Lucy, the same name you had to call when opening her gate. But sadly her name is the only thing she kept."

The last part of the sentence was mumbled and if Laxus didn't have hypersensitive hearing, he wouldn't have caught it. He glanced over at Lucy, who was still standing on the exact same spot as where he had been standing, before he decided to sit down.

"Okay, and what does she have to do with us?" Laxus asked as he watched his grandfather increase in size and take Lucy on his lap, which was a rather odd site.

A soft and warm smile spread over his face, "Well, she's family," he said and turned to Laxus with a huge smile. "She's my granddaughter."