Mira stared dumbfounded and slack jawed at Juvia's declaration. "Da Wha?" was her oh so eloquent reply.

"Juvia said that Gajeel is…used to be a match-making demon" the water mage repeated while staring at the eldest Strauss sister's wide eyes in amusement. "in Phantom Lord Gajeel was responsible for many of the relationships that started there…but the couples left after…" Juvia's smirk fell at the memories of friends long gone. Mira was about to question further when the phone rang snapping Mira out of her daze. Somewhere during the conversation Mira's smile appeared as did Juvia's at a stripping Gray.

Mira shocked everyone at the bar by yelling out "Jason from Sorcerer Magazine! He want to get a special for our victory in the Magic Games!" the entire guild down to the Iron Dragon Slayer in the darkened corner of the second story lifted his mug and gave a growl. Unbeknownst to our protagonist this stupid Journalist was about to start an avalanche of pity, hate, heartbreak, hilarity and general fairy tail…ish…ness.

Four days later Jason arrived to interview the team that brought back the name Fairy Tail from the brink of collapse to their former glory.

Jason ran around the guild congratulating four of the teammates- One mildly amused (not that he would ever show it ) Laxus, a completely stripped down Gray, Erza coming down from a sugar high, and one Natsu fighting said unclothed Gray. Jason's interview with said four would be undoubtedly funny but for the sake Gajeel's sanity he decided to ignore the interview and wait on the second story (and Gajeel is the protagonist make no mistake, so let's humor him).

Gajeel was lounging on one of the black sofas with his tiny reading glasses sitting perched of the tip of his nose reading Plato's The Republic, his long legs taking up both of the other cushions before his boots hung over the armrest. Pantherlily was asleep in his lap. With his arm resting on the back, Gajeel only stopped scratching his partner's belly to turn the page. In fact the din of the fighting didn't even register in the Slayer's mind until Jason flopped down in the black recliner across from the reader causing him to jump and curse at his carelessness. "The hell you want?" was growled at the reporter as he put both the book and glasses in their resting place in his bag and adjusted the pauldron.

Far from being put off the man realized that if he could brake through the exterior and get an interview with the moody Slayer his pay raise would cover any medical bills and beyond. "could you answer a few questions for m-?"

"No" Gajeel's curt reply cut the reporter off, yet after only a few minutes Jason started to babble on about random things until- "SHUT THE FUCK UP! JESUS CRIST!" Gajeel took a few strained breaths as Lily flew down to chat with Mira, Wendy and Carla. "If I answer your questions will you leave me alone" was almost strangled by the clenched teeth it had to escape. Jason nodded and Gajeel flicked his wrist signaling for the reported to start firing off the questions and crossed his arms over his chest.

Jason: "How do you feel about your championship?"

Gajeel: "The same as everyone else, I guess."

Jason was caught off guard by the directness of the answer and nervously chuckled before flipping through a note pad.

Jason; " Um… you like music?"

Gajeel: "um…Hell yes" The sarcasm was making the reporter feel less like this was an interview and more like Gajeel's feeding time. And he was the poor steak. Having nobody else around didn't help the feeling.

Jason: "W-what songs do associate with you team mates?" Gajeel wasn't really expecting this. Tapping his chin the thought for a good minute before answering slowly.

Gajeel: "Well… for Laxus I would say Amon Amarth's 'Twilight of the Thunder God'. For stripper… 'Ice Ice Baby' by Vanilla Ice. Salamander I would say 'Junkie' by Ozzy as we're both fight junkies or Five Finger Death Punch's 'Ashes'. *chuckle* Titania is a hard one, I would almost say Disturbed's 'I'm Alive' but that's more of a guild thing. Same thing with 'Do or Die' by Papa Roach. But for some reason Aqua's 'Barbie Girl' seems to fit her…"

At his nod Jason hid a smirk and continued : "What song fits you?"

Gajeel stopped dead at this, he took music seriously so this was a big deal. He turned and sat properly, put his elbows on his knees rubbed his head under his bandana and sighed: "I…don't know but if I had to choose one I would like to think it was Amon Amarth's 'The Hero'…"

Jason: "next question…who are you with-I mean really man! We got fan mail of you with everyone and I mean everyone" and he wagged his eyebrows suggestively and smirked.

Gajeel was stunned, just plain open mouthed, jaw to floor stunned.

Jason thought it would be prudent to escape as Gajeel's brows contracted and mouth curled down in a feral snarl. As he ran by Jason yelled a rushed "thanksalotgottogonowsoIdon'tdie" to the barmaid and ran off.

Mira heard something being obliterated upstairs and left the two cats and Wendy to check for casualties.

Mira sighed in relief. Nothing was broken save the glass of Scotch Gajeel accidentally crushed in his rage. And with said glass went the eighty year old scotch. Gajeel was, uncharacteristically, ready to cry.

She put her hands on her hips and pouted "Now really! What could a scrawny little reporter tell the Big Bad Iron Dragon Slayer to get him all huffy?" her curiosity was burning. What did he say, what did he say! Gajeel would later consider it a moment of weakness but he told her the final question.

Mira gasped as her brain went into ludicrous speed and the demon match maker popped up. A matrix popped up with every eligible female in the guild…with a few taken ones and a compatibility percent.

Unlike most people, Gajeel's matches didn't score above 37.44269 and that classified him as a target, most defiantl-

"-armaid?"

"Oh, huh sorry didn't catch that"

Gajeel rolled his eyes "really I thought you were really paying attention"

Mira huffed then a slow demonic smile tugged at her lips "So Gajeel Redfox, the apparent playboy and match maker demigod, DOES anyone catch your fancy?"

Gajeel fell off the couch. As he fell Gajeel had the bad luck of tipping his bag over and spilling the books, his glasses and the spare clothes inside.

Mira picked up the copy of Dante's The Devine Comedy with upraised eyebrows and promptly fell over.