Authors Note: a soon to be sort of smut story regarding the odd couple. Please feel free to comment and critique, but also note sometimes I write these at night and don't bother revising so only really bother with things I can quick fix because I'm just writing for fun. Enjoy, comment, fave!
It's pouring outside and I have the lights dimmed reading one of my many books about dragons, in a promise I made to myself, to aid the dragon slayers in finding their lost friends. I know that nothing has been written about their disappearances besides "they all died off", but by studying what people wrote when they lived I'm hoping to find a clue. I close the book and sigh maybe it is hopeless, yet another book that only mentions how vicious and destructive the dragons were. Thunder strikes, startling the book out of my hand and causes my attention to be directed outside where the branches on the tree light up almost in the image of a person. I laugh nervously to myself, thunder is not my friend. Deciding it's time for bed I slip into my favorite nightgown, with little pink bows down the sides, and run to bed to escape the natural fireworks show that, in my opinion is less than lovely.
I'm running but suddenly I'm pinned on both sides by Iron arms to a tree. He walks closer, his eyes only portraying the evil I'm soon to face and suddenly his sharp teeth fill up my vision as he lifts me up and off the ground. I wake up pinned to a tree, my body fragmented and broken. He is drawing his guilds symbol on my stomach and I shudder, causing me to wince in the pain of my shattered bones. He takes pleasure from that and laughs, walking off he discards of his paint; his task is complete.
I jolt awake and have to feel myself over to convince myself I'm not in the hospital healing still. It's been months from then, well years if you count Tenrou Island, and I can't seem to shake the nightmare. He's someone who I've teamed up with regularly and who has proven himself time and again but the dreams still haunt me. Something about his size, his mannerisms, and his brute force still freezes me in my tracks. Don't get me wrong I think Gajeel's a great guy but my mind shuts down a bit around him.
Before I know it my minds ramblings have led me to the guild which is a lively as ever. I find Jet and Droy sipping some morning tea and join, my tea already in its spot. I wave to Mirajane and she waves back. As I start to enjoy it's warmth I feel my seat all of a sudden removed from me and my legs dangling. I drop the tea startled by the gruff voice, "Hey, Shrimp, I've got a quest you're going to help me with". The voice grates into my skin and brings up the memories of last night's dream; I'm shaken a bit as he plops me down and walks off to the mission board, presumably to show me the quest. I apologize to Jet and Droy and scamper off to do his bidding. He never asks me but for some reason he never has to. I'm drawn to what scares me most and fascinated by the risk I could incur from trusting this man. He plucks the page from the board and tosses it to me as he walks off with Lily to do who knows what. I read the mission:
Needed: Script mage capable of deciphering text to enter an ancient dragon tomb
Reward: Access to the tomb after I've excavated the gold
THAT'S why Gajeel is so interested. I eagerly run home to grab my Gale Force glasses and start researching the region. I've already been studying the dragon's language for a few months now, so I brush up on the language and decide to only take a few books for the mission. When I exit my house with my duffel bag I realize I've just assumed that Gajeel would be leaving ASAP and actually had no clue where to meet him.
"What took you so long," came a voice I knew only too well. I stammer and look around, "I was researching the language and the region and packing." He steps into view with a few items packed in a small backpack and grabs the bag out of my hands. "What'd you pack your whole library?" He complains.
I reach to get my stuff back, "Hey I can carry it, leave my books alone." He pats my head and walks off and I fume slightly at his back. But none-the-less I trot up beside him silently and off we go to the tomb.