Title: The Mistake
Rating: T
A/N: This is a mild crack couple and will never happen, obviously, and the drabble was made out of a whim. Don't expect it to be of very high quality. I'm serious. Don't. Plus, my writing has really slowed down these past few months, so I don't think this is really up to my usual standards. I just wanted to make a Fairy Tail fanfiction. That's about all there is to this random update.
I think I should do more of this pairing later. It's just so appealing to me. Either that or Levi will be a victim (because you can almost see it happening. Almost).
Give me advice on character and other important things that I obviously need. I don't know. I'm going to bed in a few minutes, so I'm not really thinking (or writing) clearly. Bear with me.
FLAMES ABOUT CHARACTER/PAIRINGS/WHATEVER WILL NOT BE TOLERATED. EXPRESS YOUR ANGER ELSEWHERE.
By the way, I will try to update Dancing in the Stars sometime in the next few weeks to the fans who are reading. Welcome to the Hell Hotel will take longer. Sorry.
It really wasn't his fault that he was in this mess. Really. He swore it was true.
Of course, the others probably wouldn't believe him, but Gazille didn't really care about that. What he did care about was the screaming, raving girl in front of him with the towel to her chest and the fact that he really, really needed to go piss.
Which really was the reason why he was staring at Lucy's chest in the first place.
He didn't really care about the gawking people in her house who had bribed him into doing this (though he did care about the fact that he was going to punch them all in the face later, no matter the whole 'I'm your nakama' deal). He didn't really care about the little blue cat staring in horror at him from behind the Salamander's feet.
What he really, really, really needed to do right now was go to the bathroom. And the girl in the way wasn't helping him at all.
"Move," he said shortly.
"Then you explain to me why you're in my house!" she shrieked, clutching the towel valiantly to her bosom (bosom—man, who used that word now these days? It sounded so…old). "D-did the guys put you up to this? I swear, if you don't tell me, I'll—"
"You'll what? Hop around me, Bunny Girl?" Gazille snickered at her reddening face. He knew that sounded really wrong, but really, that was the point (besides, she looked better embarrassed).
"It was your fault that time! Tell me!"
The armor girl looked fearful. Stripper boy was creeping into the kitchen. Salamander and the blue cat-thing were seemingly rooted to the spot.
Gazille knew that if he told her that yes, they had put him up to this idiotic mess then the others would promptly be shut in a moving clock for a few hours. However, if he told her that no, they hadn't, then he would be the one being chased by an enraged Taurus.
"They put me up to it. It's all their faults."
Armor girl's jaw dropped. Salamander and cat-thing's eyes bugged out of their skulls. Faintly, Gazille could hear the sounds of a door being slammed shut and the scrambling of bare feet on gravel as Stripper Boy pulled off his escape.
Lucy went a flaming red and began to stalk forward towards the others.
Gazille smirked.