A/N: After what seemed to be a forever, here is the update! I am sincerely sorry for not keeping in touch with the story. I am also very close to giving up on school shit. *weeps in English subs*

The Year X781

Sigh. It was yet another pointless day in the guild for the lone dragon sitting at the second floor of Fairy Tail. His beloved second floor—where he can enjoy peace without being smoldered with harmless fire on the face, or punctured by cold stalagmites, or accidentally pawed by a lion hand—the list never ended. Laxus closed his eyes shut while he drummed along the jazz music on his hears. Yes, jazz was his pick for the day. He might as well serve himself a drink.

However, some peaceful moments never lasted long. As for the young man, it was a 6-minute duration. Record surpassed! Not some stupid flames or icicles or claws clogged his head with irritation. This time, it was the dark purple aura of a petite young lady on goth outfit, leaning against the handle bar of the staircase to the second floor. The Demon girl, he thought.

Sigh.

"Hey, you're not allowed to step foot on this area!" frown decorated the handsome face of Laxus as he barked at Mirajane from afar.

However, it was clear as the lady's sapphire eyes that he was forgetting something.

"I thought I became S-class a week ago? Jeez, do I need to make you eat the papers or just make you read them?" the punk barked back.

What a bitch. The blonde guy rolled his eyes as he stood up from his favorite seat and approached the latest member of the guild's finest mages. Right, this little girl just passed the ever-difficult S-class Advancement Trials without dying. He recalled how this punk bested Titania on a single round battle.

Coal black scales covered the arms of Mirajane Strauss when she transformed into her first base Take Over—Satan Soul. Her ears started growing like a demon's, with black bat wings ripping their way out of her perfect back, red and purple joining souls to give her transformation a color. Then she plunged into a fully-armored Erza Scarlet with all might and force, without losing grip on her sanity. Beams of purple parred various swords that defeated all elements but darkness.

The violent, overtime battle left the white-haired lady the last one standing. Scarlet hair swooshed on the ground, exhausted.

"C-congratulations, Mira," Erza tried her best to speak, but only up to no avail.

"Don't speak, Rival," for the first time in two hours of combat, she saw Mirajane smile a real smile. "Save the praise when you're nursed back to health."

"I think I'm done here," said Laxus. "You can have the floor all to your S-class self."

"Aren't you one, too?" this time, her voice matched the soft, sisterly side she only showed to her baby siblings. Mirajane Strauss was opening up… a little.

The lightning dragon slayer leered at the Demon as he stood near the stair case. "So what if I am?"

"You know," she was now occupying one of the seats. "I didn't become S-class just for the purpose of intensifying my rivalry with Erza. Nor for my family's financial concern."

"Why should I listen to your pep talks? I'm out—"

"It's also because of you, Dreyar."

The words just escaped Mirajane's lips. And Laxus wasn't the one to show any reaction, however, he just failed. His mind stopped working on other stupid things just to process what the girl had just confessed, and it was very evident on the forming beads of sweat on his forehead.

And then he started walking away. "You are batshit insane, y'know? Now, if you won't mind, I'm getting a job done. Get the hell away from me. Please."

"First of all, you talking lemonade, I am from down below. I don't want to go back there just yet! I just became S-class, alright?" it was now the Demon's turn to stand up and approach the talking lemonade from not far away. "Second, it is so not like you to say please, so I, Mirajane Strauss, feel immensely proud of what I have accomplished today."

She ran into the wooden railings of the floor and shouted, "EVERYONE! THE GREAT LAXUS DREYAR JUST BEGGED FOR MY ATTENTION! WOULD YOU BELIEVE THAT, PINK-HEAD? HOW ABOUT YOU, STRIPPER? AND OH, ELFMAN! YOU SHOULD BE SO PROUD OF YOUR NEE-CHAN. THIS DAY WOULD BE ON MY S-CLASS MAGE RESUME!"

"Really, Laxus? FIGHT ME, THEN!" Natsu was ready to charge.

"Me first, flame brain!" Gray pushed the pink-haired lad on the side.

"Nee-chan, please," whispered Elfman.

That was when Laxus felt a headache coming. And he already knew this one would hurt twice as bad. She became S-class for me, so what? This piece of information should not bother me. N-not at all. Really. Don't ask why, Dreyar. It's pointless.

"For me, you said? Why?" asked Laxus. "Demon?"

The lady just chuckled a very feminine beat. "Oh, you're just fun to annoy sometimes, Dragon."

"Hey, don't go yet!" he yelled after Mira, who jumped off the railings to snatch Erza's newly arrived strawberry cake from below.

"Stupid Demon."

"Hey, why are you smiling?"

In their elegant king-sized bed in Crocus, Mirajane faced her husband's grinning reflection illuminated by the moonlight. It was just her, the moon, and Laxus.

"Nothing," said the talking lemonade. "I just remembered the first time you called me Dragon."