Fairy Tail: My Magic is a Yu-Gi-Oh! Deck — Chapter 14

Chapter 14: Let’s Start Dating~

Dark Magician Girl leaned closer to Chase, her large, emerald eyes quickly scanning the unfolded parchment. She didn’t reply immediately. Tapping her chin in a brief moment of contemplation, she pivoted toward Mirajane, who stood quietly beside her.

“This looks like a really fun gig, Mira. Do you want to come with me? I’d love to take some gorgeous photos together!”

Beyond her own obvious charm and magical appeal, the real reason Dark Magician Girl had become such a highly sought-after model for Sorcerer Magazine was all thanks to Mirajane. The white-haired barmaid had acted as her ‘senior’ in the industry, introducing her to the right photographers and showing her the ropes.

She had always dreamed of sharing a centerfold spread with the gentle Mirajane, but the plan had been constantly derailed. Namely, because Chase had recklessly accepted a Ten-Year Quest, packed up his deck, and dragged her across the ocean to the continent of Guiltina.

Naturally, the spirit’s little wish had been put on indefinite hold.

Now that the perfect opportunity had practically dropped into her lap, she absolutely refused to let it slip away.

“Huh?” Mirajane blinked, tilting her head. Her delicate brows furrowed into a troubled little V. “But the guild has been so incredibly busy lately. Plus, I haven’t actually received a formal booking request from Sorcerer Magazine…”

“Who cares about the formalities?” Dark Magician Girl waved a hand dismissively, snatching the paper right out of Chase’s grip. “The guild has the Master to hold down the fort! There won’t be any trouble at all. And as for the magazine—if they don’t agree to let you shoot with me, then I’ll just refuse to go!”

“The only reason things have gotten so busy is because Chase came back…” Mirajane muttered, shooting the S-Class Mage a deeply resentful side-eye.

Truthfully, she really did want to take a break and do a photoshoot with her cute junior. But reality was a harsh mistress.

Setting aside the monumental headache of helping the Guild Master draft apology letters for Chase casually leveling half a town, there was also a mountain of unresolved administrative backlog. Chase’s long absence meant a lot of paperwork had piled up, and they needed to iron out the discrepancies before the Magic Council’s auditors found an excuse to breathe down their necks.

Add in the daily stack of property damage complaints the guild received on a regular basis, and her schedule was packed solid.

Meeting Mirajane’s accusatory glare, Chase instantly felt a sharp pang of guilt. He whistled aimlessly and turned his head toward the ceiling, pretending he hadn’t heard a thing.

“Ah… this…”

Dark Magician Girl froze. The sparkling light in her bright eyes dimmed considerably as she stood there in a daze. She could argue against any other excuse, but the fact that her own goofy Master was the root cause of the problem left her feeling completely powerless.

Her shoulders slumped. She let out a pathetic little sigh, her lower lip jutting out in a devastating pout.

Seeing the usually bubbly spirit looking like a kicked puppy, Mirajane’s defenses instantly crumbled. Her heart softened into mush. She hurried over and gently took the girl’s hands.

“If we squeeze it into the schedule, it’s not entirely impossible!”

“Really?!” Dark Magician Girl’s gloomy aura vanished in a burst of imaginary sparkles.

“Yes!” Mirajane nodded firmly.

Her little sister-figure’s happiness took priority. At worst, she would just brew a pot of black coffee and work through the night when they got back!

Chase saw right through Mirajane’s noble sacrifice. Sighing softly, he stepped between the two beautiful girls.

In his personal opinion, dealing with bureaucratic paperwork was a thousand times more excruciating than throwing hands with the Fire Dragon God Ignia. But as a man—and the primary culprit of this mess—it would be pretty pathetic not to step up.

Taking a breath to build his resolve, Chase ran his fingers through his loose, short hair, styling it back into a cool, confident sweep. “Mira, you can go enjoy your shoot without a single worry. While you’re gone, I’ll handle all the administrative work.”

Mirajane blinked in surprise. She looked him up and down, her blue eyes scanning him with terrifying scrutiny.

“I refuse.”

Her tone was flat, absolute, and devoid of any hesitation. The probability of Chase properly managing delicate Magic Council paperwork was roughly the same as Natsu overcoming his motion sickness.

Zero.

Thud.

Chase, who had just pumped himself up to be the responsible hero, felt an invisible arrow pierce his knee. He dropped to all fours, bracing his hands against the floorboards as a dark cloud of depression settled over him.

“A real man steps up when needed! This is my time to shine!”

A booming, gravelly shout echoed through the hall. Elfman marched over, his wooden clogs clacking heavily against the floor. He flexed his massive biceps, practically radiating raw testosterone. “Mira, just leave the paperwork to a real man!”

“In a bureaucratic sense, Elfman, you are no different from Chase,” Mirajane replied with a sweet, merciless smile.

Thud.

Struck by the lightning bolt of his sister’s rejection, Elfman slumped over. He consciously crawled over and braced his hands against the floor, lining up perfectly beside the depressed Chase.

“I believe I just heard that two beautiful, charming girls are in need of a knight.”

Right on cue, a blinding sparkle effect illuminated the room. Loke, the resident playboy of Fairy Tail, materialized before Mirajane and Dark Magician Girl with practiced flair. He coolly pushed up his tinted glasses with his index finger, flashing a devastatingly handsome smile.

“How could anyone leave tedious, soul-crushing clerical work to those two muscle-brained idiots? Mira, my love, I will gladly take care of your shift.” Loke leaned in, his voice dropping to a smooth purr. “All I ask is that you and Dark Magician Girl go on a date with me afterward.”

You’re just taking advantage of the situation!!

If Lucy had been present, she absolutely would have screamed that exact phrase at the top of her lungs.

But Mirajane wasn’t Lucy. She maintained her polite smile, opening her mouth to gently reject the celestial spirit’s advances.

Before she could speak, a deafening crash exploded from the front entrance.

The heavy oak doors were kicked completely off their hinges. One of the massive wooden panels sailed through the air in a flawless, deadly arc—and slammed squarely into the back of Loke’s head.

Caught entirely off guard by the high-velocity woodwork, Loke spat out a mouthful of blood. The impact launched him several meters forward, sending him crashing headfirst into the wooden bar counter with a sickening crunch.

“Where is that bastard Chase?!”

Natsu stormed into the guildhall, his fists ignited and his posture radiating pure, unadulterated aggression. Peeking out from behind the Dragon Slayer’s shoulder was Happy, sporting a literal bird’s nest tangled in his fur.

Why the bird’s nest? Because the man and cat that Chase had casually blasted into the stratosphere last night had been forced to sleep in the wild forest outside Magnolia.

“Damn it, Natsu! You dare ambush me in front of two beautiful women?!” Loke roared, peeling himself out of the splintered wreckage of the bar. The moment he recognized the pink-haired culprit, his playboy demeanor vanished. He immediately reached for the magical ring on his finger.

Vrrrrm!

A green magic circle flared to life in the air, instantly firing a blinding beam of golden light straight at Natsu’s face.

Natsu’s reflexes were razor-sharp. Just as the magic was about to scorch his nose, he swung his arm out in a brutal backhand.

Boom!

The deflected beam ricocheted off Natsu’s wrist, changing trajectory completely. It streaked across the hall and slammed directly into the massive wooden barrel of premium liquor that Cana was currently holding over her head.

The barrel exploded in a shower of splinters and booze, completely drenching Cana from head to toe in sticky, pungent alcohol.

“Natsu, you idiot!”

Cana didn’t hesitate for a microsecond. She grabbed a heavy oak stool and hurled it at the Dragon Slayer’s head with lethal force.

“Fire Dragon’s Iron Fist!” Natsu roared back, punching the incoming projectile.

The stool detonated into a cloud of shrapnel. Flaming wood chips and jagged splinters rained down across the entire hall, pelting the surrounding tables.

That was the spark in the powder keg.

Guild members who had been quietly eating their breakfast were suddenly pelted with burning debris. Chairs were kicked back. Tables were flipped. Mages roared in anger, tackling each other into the walls. Magic circles began lighting up in every corner of the room.

The atmosphere instantly devolved into the standard, glorious chaos of Fairy Tail.

“You little brats! Can’t you stay quiet for a single minute?!”

Finally, Makarov couldn’t take the noise anymore. The tiny Guild Master leaped down from the second-floor balcony, his fists enlarging as he descended. He moved like a blur, dispensing brutal, disciplined strikes to the heads of the worst offenders until the chaotic brawl was forcefully brought to a halt.

Panting heavily, Makarov stood atop the ruined bar counter. He listened as Mirajane calmly explained the situation regarding the photoshoot.

“So that’s how it is. Isn’t the solution simple?”

Makarov’s stern gaze swept over the groaning, bruised faces of his children, finally locking onto Loke, who was currently nursing a massive, throbbing lump on his forehead.

“Loke! While Mira and Dark Magician Girl are out handling the magazine request, you will take over the administrative work!”

Even though Dark Magician Girl was technically Chase’s summoned monster, Makarov treated her no differently than the rest of the guild’s brats. He was more than happy to accommodate her little wish.

Loke’s face twisted in sheer indignation. He opened his mouth to protest the forced labor.

But before he could speak, the usually stern Makarov let out a low, mischievous chuckle. A sly, almost wicked grin spread across the old man’s wrinkled face.

“Didn’t you say your condition for helping was a date with Mira and Dark Magician Girl?” Makarov asked, his tone dripping with amusement. “Well, since they’re heading to Sorcerer Magazine and don’t have the time… Mira’s brother and Dark Magician Girl’s Master will take their place.”

“Huh?!”

Loke’s eyes bulged out of his skull. He stared at the Master, entirely convinced his ears were malfunctioning.

Go on a date with Chase and Elfman?!

Before he could even formulate a scream of objection, two massive, muscular arms clamped down on his shoulders from either side, locking him in an inescapable vice grip.

Elfman, ever the dedicated brother, was perfectly fine with the arrangement. He was more than willing to sacrifice his own dignity to help his sister.

Chase, however, was a completely different story.

He was far more menacing. Leaning in close, Chase blew a puff of hot air directly against Loke’s ear.

“Alright then,” Chase whispered, his voice dripping with a sickeningly sweet, playful purr. “Let’s start our date, Loke-kun~”

“What kind of sick joke is this?! Who the hell wants to go on a date with a monster like you?!”

Trapped between the two towering men, Loke’s sanity snapped. Goosebumps erupted across every inch of his skin. Fueled by pure, unadulterated terror, he thrashed wildly, finally tearing himself out of their muscular grasp and sprinting toward the exit like a man possessed.

“Don’t forget what you promised, Loke-kun~!” Chase called out cheekily, waving at the fleeing spirit.

Loke pumped his legs even faster. Never in his entire existence had his desire to flee back to the Celestial Spirit World been so overwhelmingly strong!

“Hahahaha!”

The guildhall, which had been a warzone just moments prior, erupted into a chorus of booming, cheerful laughter that echoed out into the streets of Magnolia.

And just like that, the little interlude regarding the Sorcerer Magazine request came to a perfect, chaotic end.