Yo! Here's the new fanfiction by Yankee-chan about Edo-Gajeel and Edo-Levy: Beyond the worlds. I love this couple, even if I prefer the GaLe from Earthland. So I hope you'll like it.

I only own the translation and the mistakes (by the way if you see some mistake, could you help me to find them? More precisely the grammar mistakes. it seems that the fanfic Iron VS Words is full of them and I'll be ashamed to kill such a good story, or any of the ones I translate. Thank you). The story belongs to Yankee-chan and the characters belong to Mashima

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Only three weeks had passed in Edolas since the magic had gone along with the Exceeds and the mages who had defeated the king. From now on, Mystogan was the leader of the government, but he had a lot of work to do with the reconstruction of the capital, the revolts from the monarchists who wished Faust's return and the discontent of some people about living without magic was more than difficult. Even if there always had been a lack of magic in this world, people were used to use it, and being reduced to practices as ancient as making fire with hands was very hard. But they had to accept this, and the great majority of the population was motivate. And Fairy Tail that was considerate as a Dark Guild before had become the new official Guild of the kingdom and was helping all the people that came, no matter for what reasons, as the new king had ordered.

And precisely, in order to release the pressure, the whole Fairy Tail had been invited to a grand ball organized in the castle, this evening to celebrate the change of regime. Mirajane had self-proclaimed "Guild dresser" and had new-looked everyone. For the girls she had found beautiful dresses, even if most of them didn't want to wear them and were forced to by unknown way. On the other hand, for the boys, it looked like they were going to a costume ball with the different outfits she had bought. If we put Elfman, Jet, Droy, Macao, Grey, Max and Readers side to side, they were forming a rainbow. As for Natsu, he was wearing a candy pink costume that matched his hair. They were sure to get noticed, people would believe they were coming from the countryside for sure. It was a gala, not a party in a small lost village in the middle of nowhere!

And that's why everyone reluctantly walked toward the big party room of the palace. There were only people from the high society, on the other hand, they felt proud to be amongst them. The room was luxuriously composed: there were huge crystal chandeliers, and white silk curtains surrounded the big window from each side. There was also a cocktails bar and a buffet, plus the dance floor on the ground and the room was so large it was hard to see the other side. They were barely in that every members dispersed in order to search a partner to discuss or dance with. Mirajane absolutely wished that all her friends found a suitable partner. And if couples would create, she'd be the happiest woman, even if she was keeping an eye on the brown haired woman who was dragging herself with her brother. She was rather satisfied to see that everyone had something to do and that no one was bored. Everyone? Apparently not since Levy was sat on a chair and was glaring anyone who dared approach her. At first she didn't want to come, Mirajane had forced her when she threatened not to help her to finance her projects. Since the magic was gone, she had decided to open a kind of garage to help those who would have problems with their vehicles, but she didn't have enough money. Her friend had engaged to pay a part of the expenses only if she was coming to the party and if, for once, she was joining the others, so she had accepted.

Mirajane had nearly got killed when she'd given her a black low-necked dress and had proposed her to make her up, and despite her very cute face, she wasn't dancing and seemed sulking in her corner, her black headband with skulls clearly showing she was in a bad mood. Her eyes stuck to her, the young white haired woman made her way through the crowd and stood in front of her.

"You don't dance?" She innocently asked as she crossed her arms.

"Go to hell Mira." The other coldly replied.

Of course, her bad temper wasn't going to make things easier. The young blue haired girl contemplated with a murderous glare Lucy who was dancing with Natsu a bit further. She seemed to have fun. But for Levy, this place looked more like hell than like a party hall. But Mirajane was courageous, she wasn't afraid of the death. She grabbed her arm and forced her to stand, ignoring her insults. She just found the Prince Charming who could perfectly match with her friend, leaning against a wall and taking notes. Besides, she personally knew him and she knew he was single, which increased her excitation even more.

"Come with me, I'm going to introduce you to Gajeel, I know him well, he is super nice! I'm sure you'll become good friends, you'll see!" She chatted, with such a speed that it was almost incomprehensible, even if her blue haired friend didn't listen at all and was trying to go away from her instead, grousing loudly.

"Mira let go, I don't know how to dance and I don't wanna do it! I already made an effort by coming here, so let go of me and go away!"

But before she could escape, they found themselves in front of a tall man dressed in a black smoking, with a red tie, glasses, a hat and afro hair. Oh. My. God. Levy didn't have the time to open the mouth because the young woman did it for her.

"Hi Gajeel!"

"Mira it's not a joke, I'm going to punch you! The mechanic exclaimed, irritate by her supposed friend's lack of tact.

With all the noise, the man named Gajeel finally looked up from his notes. His eyes colored with a strange crimson wandered firstly on the young blue haired girl who stared back with hatred, and then he turned toward Mirajane with a beaming smile.

"Hey good evening Mirajane. I'm not surprised to see you here, how are you?"

He had a voice both cheerful and serious, with a touch of politeness that purely annoyed the blue haired girl who crossed her arms on her chest and pouted as she looked away, mumbling insults.

"I'm fine! And you? Still writing your articles?"

"Yes always. Even for such a large-scale party, I had to work a minimum, but I'm not gonna complain."

It was at this moment that things got worse. Levy could have tear the young woman's arm that refused to let go, but she contented to grunt as she stared at her, her gaze filled with threats.

"Let me introduce you Levy. She's a friend of mine, the poor girl, she felt sad because no one want to dance with her."

"I? Sad? Are you kidding me? I don't wanna dance with all those morons!" The young blue haired girl replied, cut to the quick by her words.

Now it wasn't her hand anymore, but her foot she wanted to use. She furiously wanted to crush, to stamp and to break into ashes her supposed friend's foot to get revenge for the terrible blow she just realized. She was going to roar when they'll go back to the Guild, she absolutely guaranteed it. With his never-fainting his smile, the young man removed his hat and bowed in front of her, and it made her wince.

"Dancing doesn't bother me on the contrary, this is why I was invited here in the first place, I can do it for you."

Mirajane skipped with cries of joy, happy to have brought her two friends together. She literally pushed the young girl in the boy's arms then ran away to find other couples she could form but keeping an eye on them to check that everything was alright. No, everything was not going to be alright, Levy was about to burst in furor. Slowly Gajeel caught her hand, placed the other on her waist and she reacted almost immediately.

"Watch where you put your hands dude." She growled.

And what annoyed her was that instead of replying, he smiled with a amused look and stated:

"I never had this kind of thought, don't worry, taking advantage of you like this hadn't even crossed my mind."

"What do you mean? I'm not good enough to make someone want to take advantage of me, that's it?"

"Of course not, I never said that. Instead of yelling nonsenses, look at your feet."

She was speechless. He was the first man she was meeting who was challenging her like this, and who managed to remain diplomatic at the same time. Even the most courageous guy would have give up a long time ago. So why not him? She narrowed her eyes and hissed between her teeth:

"Pray that I don't crush one of yours instead."

A faint chuckle that made her enraged escaped his throat and she came to the conclusion that she didn't understand this guy once and for all. He brought her on the dance floor with a disconcerting ease and skillfully leaded the young girl who was stiff like a post.

"Is it the first time you're dancing?" He kindly asked as he placed Levy's valid hand on his shoulder.

She growled and disdainfully turned her head. It wasn't as if no one never had invited her to dance, anyway she never wanted either. By the way, new source of annoyance, she was shorter than him and was forced to look up to talk to him. His encouraging smile just made her want to punch him. She had to calm down, she wasn't going to get enraged in front of everyone for nothing. So she sighed and focused on what she was doing, not really enthusiastic at the idea of making herself a fool. Fortunately for her, Gajeel managed the situation expertly. Annoyed by his eyes still on her, she blushed and avoided his smart and friendly gaze. If only she could make him eat his glasses, to make him understand how embarrassed he was making her feel. This situation just made her want to punch something to unwind and to calm her nerves. With the faint glance, she discretely observed her little hand that held awkwardly the young man's. A lot of people already told her that her hands weren't made to fiddle machines and that she should use them to do something else, but she'd screwed them. She remembered all this, noticing the difference between herself and him. Why were the girls always considerate like the weak ones? This subject really enraged her. Even if this problem had nothing to do with what she was living now, and despite her silent interrogations, she had to admit she was feeling pleasure to dance for the first time. Even if she didn't clearly show it. Led by the music, both of them slowed down their pace when the song began to ended, before they completely stopped. He let go of her just after and bowed one more time in front of her.

"Well, it was interesting." He declared with an half-smile.

Levy wanted to tell him to shut up but she suddenly noticed that Mirajane made her way through the crowd with majesty and was attempting to reach them with vulture's eyes. She wanted some news, no doubt about it. Fortunately for them, Gajeel noticed her too, and when he saw his new friend's annoyed look, he caught her arm and brought her further, avoiding quickly the young white haired woman.

"Come, let me offer you something to drink."

Before she could understand what was going on, she found herself sitting on a bar stool, beside the young man. At least, they didn't see Mirajane anymore. Levy sighed and leaned on the bar, watching with a critical eye Gajeel who took a little notebook and wrote conscientiously on it, however she couldn't read it. Then the barman arrived to ask them what they wanted to drink and left once they ordered. He came back later with a high-alcohol for her, and a coffee for him, and she pointed it out.

"You drink coffee?" She was surprised and had her eyes on the content of the cup.

He put his notes away and quickly adjusted his glasses on his nose, without abandoning his smile, before he answered her.

"Yes, I can't really stand alcohol even if I drink sometimes."

"But that's for squares!" The young girl exclaimed as if it was the first time she was seeing this.

"You shouldn't drink alcohol you know? I don't want to read in the newspapers, next to one of my articles, that you got raped in a dark street by a nasty character."

"No risk, it's rather him who'd be in trouble."

As she was speaking with this proud and provocative tone, she suddenly took a huge spanner from nowhere to placed it on the bar counter before the young man's stunned eyes. Ah he didn't say a word anymore now. The mouth open, he stared at the object with an interested eye and suddenly said:

"That's rare to see a girl who like engineering, but I think it's rather original."

He wanted to add something but changed his mind and turned his head slightly toward his cup with a strange smile. Levy narrowed her eyes, she felt he'd restrained himself to say what he wanted and she hated when people hid things. So she asked:

"You wanted to say something?"

For the first time of the evening her voice let show a touch of kindness, but coming from her it wasn't really good sign.

"No, no. It's nothing important, I swear." The other replied.

Her smile still on her lips, she caught her spanner and used it to strike violently Gajeel's hand. He muffled a scream of pain and collapsed on the counter as he tried to release his hand as she continued to press it with her tool.

"Tell me." She whispered as she pressed harder, eventually earning a yelp of pain from him.

"Okay, okay." He quickly added. "I was just thinking that I'd need a mechanic to fix my motorbike that I can't use since magic left Edolas, and it penalizes me in my work. Now would you please let go of my hand, it hurts!"

With a satisfied chuckle she released him and he immediately removed his hand from the counter, afraid she'd do it again. She saw he was restraining to say something, and smiled in triumph. If he'd insulted her, she'd have returned the favor gladly, too bad, but it only reinforce Levy's thoughts. He wasn't like the others. A normal man would have already hit her, but he didn't. She didn't know if she preferred stupid men who acted with their knuckles or smart and weak men, now.

"Give me your address." She ordered with a drawling voice.

"Why that?"

"Are you an idiot? I'll come at your home tomorrow for your motorbike, I'm going to fix it, I know what I have to do since I've already fixed that kind of vehicles with the same problems."

"You are not obliged to come, I don't want to disturb you and-"

"If I ask you this, it's because it doesn't bother me. Come on!"

He blushed but kept a dignified expression and scribbled as best as he could his address on his notebook, precisely because she had struck his hand he was used to write with, and he had a big red mark now. Then he tore his paper and gave it to her nicely.

"Thanks a lot." The young girl stated with a smile that told no goods. "See you tomorrow then, I let you pay for me, black sheep."

Of course, she had to say something about his haircut which was as weird as funny. At least, she was proud of the nickname she found for him. After this mocking sentence, she winked at him and stuck her tongue out, before she got up. He didn't even answer her provocation, but as strange as it seemed, his smile seemed to challenge her and, irritate, she kicked his bar stool, making him fall on the ground. She didn't even apologize and quickly left the room with a sadistic smile that attracted several glances toward her direction. Tomorrow was going to be a good day. Finally she liked him, his kindness was going to be his weakness, she could do anything with him, it was obvious. The poor Gajeel was going to suffer and Mirajane will be sorry to have introduced her to him.

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So? What do you think? Like it, don't like it? Why, why not? Please review!

Oh and to tbr: thanks for noticing the mistake ^^