Hi! It's HG12

Okay, there is my first multi chapter, hopefully i'll keep going on with it.

It was one of the most tiring missions He ever experienced, and his one-time partner, Levy, doubled that. Gajeel Redfox fell like a stone on his bed in the temporary rented room in a hotel in the city… the mission was supposed to be in (He lost the name) ,and the bookworm seemed to do just the same, both letting out a deep sigh of approval.

"…Remind me what just happened."

"We took that mission to exterminate demons in an ancient library."

"And we did that."

"Pretty much, yeah."

"…Why did we took such a job?"

"Ten million for each of us?"

"Och… And why with you?"

"Lily do stuff for Shagotte, you needed a partner, huge library… Come on, let me check how hard did the stone one hit you in that empty head."

"Hey… There's three of you here now!"

"Choose one and thank her for dragging your butt over here."

"I'll take the middle one, then."

There was a chuckle and sounds of opening first aid kit as the tiny Script mage treated and bandaged slowly head of the Iron dragon. Not so Iron actually, because after that hit he was like a big, black, warm dog that couldn't even stand pain in his head and decided to grab her and hug her poor, tired well being. She would have let him actually, but the fact that she laid her ice bag aside few minutes earlier didn't went unnoticed and a fire started raging in her head, making her hiss in pain.

"No, Gajeel, let me go, It hurts."

"But-"

She gave him a look and fled from his grasp to collect her thoughts (and put the ice bag on her head to ease the pain). "We're going to rest, and don't try anything stupid. You're not even coming with a sharp reply to my statements, and that means you're not in the right mind. Sorry."

"Okay." He answered simply, and Levy, after asking herself few questions to check her own sanity, laid on the bed, now wanting nothing more than just to sleep peacefully. Quiet snores to her right informed her, that her partner wanted just as much.

Waking up was horrible. The pain subdued, but it was still at the back of his head, and he would deal with it for a while, too. Gajeel lazily sat up on his bed and felt immediate pull forward as his miserable life flashed before his eyes. He landed on the ground with an unmanly (He spend too much time around Elfman, it seemed.) yelp and received a face first to the floor, waking up bookworm with a mouthful of well picked curses seconds later.

"Gajeel? What's wrong?"

"I have no fucking idea, Shorty, ask the floor that visited my face for no particular reason." He mumbled, shakily getting back on his bed and looking at the wooden victim with a death glare.

Script mage giggled and made her way to him, checking his head again. "It looks much better now. You'll be fighting with Natsu in a short time, I promise."

"You mean kicking his ass."

"Exactly. I'll make some tea and after we'll get ready we'll go to the mayor to receive our money."

"Fine." He said quietly, watching her go to make the said tea, morning sunshine reflecting in her untied hair. She looked really pretty.

He shook his head fiercely, dizziness overwhelming, but he didn't care. He could hug her. He could take missions with her and talk to her. Drink tea with her. But like hell he was thinking that the night with the tropical storm REALLY changed something between them, other than friendship.

But he did think that way, and then he was hating himself for being such an idiot. There was no way, no way, that it would. Even if he wanted. Even if he would admit that he liked her more than his cat, than anybody else. She wouldn't possibly feel that way.

But seeing her radiant smile minutes later when she came back with two steaming cups of tea made up for it. Even if she wasn't interested in him like he did in her… But gave him sometimes that smile… it made him really happy. So he smiled back.

Little did he knew, when he smiled Levy felt a wave of happiness and smiled even more.

And because they were idiots, they grinned like idiots.

Idiots with badass tea.

"And here's the mayor's house." Pointed a woman they asked for directions with a smile. She was a bit shaken by sight of Fairy Tail mages, but who wouldn't be after seeing Gajeel casually eating steel gears like they were nothing but popcorn.

Mayor's house was something that the Iron dragon hated. It was giant, filled with pretty, useless, fragile, and damn expensive stuff you had to pay for, people inside looked like girls and were so damn official. He didn't fit there, so like hell he was going to enter that torture chamber. He told Levy he was going to wait outside and pushed her in direction of servants before she could protest.

He could see her glaring as they greeted her and led her inside. He didn't care tough, leaning against the giant gate and sighing peacefully at the cool touch of stone against his head.

He didn't knew how much time did he spent there, maybe twenty minutes. Then he got bored. Official meetings could take hours, he experienced it himself, and decided to explore the city a little. If he got lost he would just ask for directions.

At first he walked down the street with many expensive lanterns and giant, white buildings with disgustingly beautiful gardens. Servants were running after rich ladies and their puppies, ready to fulfill any orders. Little girls in frilly pink dresses were throwing a ball to each other, laughing with their high pitched voices. He thought of bunny chick and briefly wondered if they were doing it for purpose, but shrugged and continued walking, a beautiful view of the city appearing before his eyes.

Now it was more like his world. Dirty cobblestones, bars, shops and crowds. He loved them, actually. They were his home for a long time before he met Metalicana. He relaxed and started walking faster, observing the people above their heads.

"Fresh apples! The price is down until afternoon!"

"Hey, that's mine! Give it back, Byron!"

"Ach, Mrs Smith, good morning! Have you perhaps heard what did Janette's husband did two days ago?..."

The sounds of city reminded him of his childhood. It wasn't really that bad. He was an orphan, yes, and a human too, but he was smart and fast. And he had friends, too. They played with sticks and shared the food they stole, and he would be some kind of Robin Hood if dad wouldn't find him lost in nearby forest and took him. He always dreamed to be like that idiot in green clothes when he was a kid.

Maybe he was just remembering his childhood with a pair of pink glasses. He was lonely and hungry back then, too, and if he was caught he would get beaten up. But it was his childhood, and people tended to remember that time like it was the best.

But what would happen if some kind, pretty lady found him like it happened with Jack, and took him in, teached him, allowed him to work and loved him? Maybe his life would have been completely different by now?

But then he wouldn't be a respected, powerful dragonslayer. He wouldn't have met Salamander, or kid, or Lily. Or Fairy Tail. Or her. Levy.

…So would it be really that better?

Something tugged softly at his coat, and he looked around to find what it was. He saw only people rushing around to avoid his gaze, and relaxed. Whatever this was, must have been an accident.

But then the tug repeated, and he looked down, to find himself staring at a small person. A really small person, and a girl actually.

She must have been five, but she was really thin and dirty that he ignored her. She had long, tangled, uncut red hair that covered half of her face and looked at him with one yellow eye. She was gripping the edge of his dirty coat like it was something absurdly precious.

"H-Hello?" She said in a really small voice, that sounded like she wanted to cry. "H-Have you got anything to eat?"

He gaped at her. At her horribly pale face, contrast of her hair and that eye shimmering with unshed tears. She smelled like unending fear, dirt and misery. And like blood. She had a cut on her back.

"What?"

"It can be really anything…" The girl wobbled. "Just anything."

"Who are you?"

The girl smiled sadly, looking down. Gajeel suddenly felt like he was talking to a really old person.

"I am… No one."

And then she collapsed, and he barely managed to catch her, feeling each of her ribs tough her clothes. She started shaking and hyperventilating, her eye closed and face even paler, if it was possible.

Fuck. Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck…

The crowd shifted as he roared to move out of the way, the usual chatter fading at the image of a very, very pissed off monster with a doll on his arms. The doll was gasping like a fish without water, but nobody saw it, because Iron dragon took off as fast as he could.

Levy won't find him near the gates. Too bad, but he had different problems now.

And those problems were a dying girl and that weird feeling of responsibility... And what the hell 'I am no one' could possibly mean?

If he wouldn't go faster, he might perhaps never find out. And he wanted. He wanted badly.

Because that girl reminded him so much of himself that it hurt him on the inside.

Yes, like i said earlier, this is going to be a multi chapter :D

I can't say anything bout the plot now, but i hope you liked the begening. I have next chapter in my head now, and i'll give myself two days of break and start writing.

Also i would like to apologise for any grammar or interpunctional mistake, English isn't my first language.

Thank you for all your revievs for my earlier stories, i hope this one will get some as well.

R&R

~HeartGold12