Author's note: This is just a little something-something on the side of my other story. I hope you all like this little preview so far. Now if anyone, aside from Ree-Vance (that's right I am singling you out missy) can tell me the inspiration for the title, I will dedicate the next chapter to them.

As for this chapter, I dedicate it to Ree-Vance for making me actually get this story out there. Thank you girly! :) You are awesome! Also, please check out some of her stories as well! Moonstruck is her latest and it's very good!

Chapter 1: An Obsession

"Young master, I have brought you the painting you requested," an older man announced, bowing respectively. The servant's black silk waistcoat tails flutter slightly around his matching suit bottoms from the movement. The trousers flowed gracefully down the man's leg to his perfectly color coordinated shoes that reflected the sparse light from the only oil lamp in the room.

"Good, leave it and go," a hand waved dismissively from behind a tall arm chair.

"Yes sir. …If may be so bold young master, I don't think that this obsess-"

"Hikaru!" a voice boomed, cutting the man off in mid sentence.

The older man shifted uncomfortably, but dared not retreat or raise his head.

"I fail to recall asking for your opinion, ever. Know. Your. Place!"

"Y-yes master. Please forgive my impudence."

"Tch. Rest the portrait there," The voice commanded, pointing to a disturbingly empty space on the wall of the cluttered room. Various knickknacks were strewn about the study, a rather feminine silver embossed brush lay here and delicate papers covered in a woman's handwriting were scattered about there.

Silently, two large men brought in a life-sized golden frame covered by a white tarp to protect the contents from being damaged. They moved slowly and the strain of transporting the heavy object could easily be read on their faces. Grunting, the men set the piece down where they were told. They spared a minute to quickly catch their breath but scurried out of the muddled room hastily when they heard the impatient click of the young master's finger tapping against the wooden chair's arm.

"If-if that will be all young master-" Hikaru had begun to say, standing up and inching towards the high double doors leading into the room.

"Wait a minute Hikaru!" the voice demanded, cutting the manservant short.

"Your children, they are currently attending the school funded by my family's corporation correct?"

"Y-yes sir, they are."

"Good. The employee discount you have been receiving up until this point has now been revoked for six months as punishment for speaking out of turn."

"B-but sir! I implore you to reconsider. Without the reduced price, my wife and I cannot afford to send my daughter and son to such a prestigious school! I beg of you to punish me for my rudeness and not my family!"

"Your discount has now been revoked indefinitely because of the defiance you have just showed me. Now I recommend that you leave before my kindness wears thin."

"Yes master." Hikaru replied solemnly, bowing once more before he left the room. He shut the heavy doors as delicately as possible, the immense weight of each oak door making it very difficult to do so. With a resounding boom, the doors finally closed and Hikaru lamented just how he would explain to his family what had just happened.

"Ah!" the young master's voice rang out, laced with an eerie mirth, "Alone at last my precious." The man stood up from his chair and paced to sheeted portrait. His feet narrowly avoided stepping on used up papers, books, and scraps of lacy dresses as he crossed the room. The tall, dirty blonde, debonair man reached out a pale and smooth hand towards the tarp. He was a person who had never known a hard day's work in his life. He had been pampered since birth, born into an affluent family and until a few months ago, had promised to a beautiful heiress. He had fallen in love with her the second his father showed him her picture when he was only ten. The boy thought she was his own personal angel, created just for him. Each July 1st, on his betrothed's birthday, he would be given a new picture of her. A delicate smile always framed her beautiful, feminine chin.

His hand clutched the fabric and flew off the offending sheet to reveal a large painted picture of his beloved. Chocolate eyes met his own gray-eyed gaze, captivating him. Lightly running a finger to trace the edge of the perfectly flawless skin he took in the small smile that always seemed to adorn her face. She was so demure, so beautiful. Blonde curls fell loose from her pins, framing her face. A few strands managed to dip low enough to reach the cream chiffon high-necked ruffle creeping up her slender neck. The off-white material trailed down into a raspberry colored ruffle that sloped into a slight V shape as the fabric rested just against collar bone. The claret trimmings flowed into the silky material of her luxurious dress, parting slightly for the simple detail given to the front of the garb. Roughly two in a half inches of a lighter pink fabric ran down the girl's oversize chest in linear pattern until it reached her waist which was tied tight to accentuate her womanly figure with a sash matching her high-necked collar. The skirt pushed away from, creating an attractive bell shape and donned the same dark pink hue as did the rest of the garment.

The teenaged boy had become obsessed with the blonde and was devastated when he learned his father had canceled the engagement.

"B-but why father?" he protested, a desperation in his voice that he hardly recognized. He had never before experienced this kind of longing. The young master always got what his heart desired, everyone knew that.

"I will not bow to your petty whims this time!" his father bellowed.

"But I love her!"

"Love her? You have yet to even meet the girl. She still hasn't even been told that she's engaged …or was engaged." The older gentleman corrected himself.

"That does not mean anything to me. I love her! You promised me to her when I was only ten! Will you go back on words now?" the boy spit back.

"Her family is bankrupt! They have lost everything! That foolish father of hers spent half of his fortune trying to get that wild child back and other through poor investments! They have nothing anymore and keeping up the engagement would only bring harm our name!"

"Is that all you care about? Wealth? Power? Namesake? What about love?"

"How can you possibly love someone you have never met!" his father asked him angrily.

"Tch. You really know nothing about me do you?" he said, fighting the urge scream at the man. He spun his feel and stormed out of the room, his father's angry cries pounding against his back, but the boy refused to face his father any longer. The argument had only hardened the boy's resolve as he stomped up to his wing of the mansion. He would get what was rightfully his.

"My sweet," The teenager cooed to the painting. "We will be together soon, just like how it was meant to be," he said, placing his lips softly upon the two dimensional woman's lip and could only imagine how wonderful the sensation would feel when he kissed the real thing.

Her touch was the only thing the boy had yet to learn about the former heiress. He knew she looked just like her mother and admired the woman a great deal herself. She used Celestial magic and had run away from home a little more than six months ago. She had ended up joining the illustrious Fairy Tail and was a part of what was considered the most powerful team within the guild.

'Of course she would be a part of that team,' he mused to himself. His woman would settle for nothing less than greatness.

However, she would have to quit her silly adventure once they got married though. He could not have his wife running around across the magical realm doing as she pleased. After all, he had heard that two males were on this team as well and the possible conjecture and ridicule this fact would bring was far too great to let her continue on living as she did now. He would have to tame her but he was sure that he could do it. Besides, what was love without dominance?

A knock at the door interrupted his musing and he grumbled turning around to see the cumbersome wooden be pushed ajar.

"Young master, we've found her," a servant panted. He had run immediately to his master's chambers when he heard the news and found himself quite out of breath now.

"Very good," the young man answered, a devilish smile creeping onto his face. "Prepare the car at once, I wish to meet the old hag."

The servant ran out of the room as fast as his feet would take him, preparing the necessary items required for the young heirs outing.

"Soon Lucy, soon," the young master crooned turning back to the painting.

I know, it's short. But I just want to gauge a reaction before I write more. I still have Ophiuchus to worry about and busy myself with after all. Thank you everyone for reading this! Please comment!