Hi! So this is just the first chapter of a story I had in mind. Just putting it out there and whenever I feel more inspiration, I'll post another one :) Hope you enjoy it!

EDIT: So I finally decided on a plot for this, after ages of pondering about it. You'll find out eventually :D I won't change any of the initial content, just edit it a little bit.

Sigh… Levy McGarden, a college student studying Linguistics, was currently relaxing at a book café. It just opened up near her house so she decided to check it out. It was big, spacious, and had a wide variety of books to choose from. More than the previous book cafes she'd been to, at least.

She was currently situated at a table in the corner, completely surrounded by books. As much as she didn't want to leave her spot, the book she was reading was running out of pages. Sighing, she sipped her toffee nut frappe and stood up. Since it was nearing the weekend, she figured it wouldn't hurt to get another one before she had to go.

Silently, she browsed through the rows of literature, looking out for any new ones she hasn't heard about. Her eyes widened as she found one. Blood of Olympus huh? Sounds interesting… Levy pulled it out and was about to return to her seat when a voice had suddenly pierced through the quiet.

"Peekaboo."

"Eeeeeeek!" She shrieked, head whipping to the source of the intruder. Levy looked down, catching sight of a pair of crimson red eyes. They stared back at her through the space her book used to occupy, unflinching as she stared back.

"Oi, quiet down will ya Shrimp? Some people are trynna read." The voice was uniquely rough, like metal grinding on metal, but it was not entirely unwelcomed.

"I was just startled! And who are you calling 'Shrimp' exactly?" She fumed, annoyance giving her courage to glare at the stranger.

"See anyone else screaming like a shrimp? You of course. Who else would I be talking to?" Metal-studded eyebrows rose, further adding to her frustration. With a shiver, she noticed even more of those piercings. They ran down his nose, and below his chin, and she thought she could see some on his ear too. And yet, she realised, they didn't scare her. They thrilled her. Unable to discover just where these thoughts were coming from, she shook her head and threw the focus back on him.

"Okay. One question, why did you call me a shrimp?" Her tone was haughty, trying to play it cool and apathetic.

"Because when you screamed you reminded me of a shrimp. Is there a problem?" With that she lost all calmness, and went back to how she really was. Flustered and more than a little confused.

"Yes there is! I do not appreciate be-"

"You're kinda loud for such a small little creature you know that?" She could feel him smirking. And it was doing absolutely nothing to help her situation.

"I don't appreciate being called a shrimp! And I'm not small! You're just freakishly big!" She whispered furiously, seeing as he had to bend pretty low just to speak to her eye to eye.

"Well, what else am I supposed to call you?" She paused to think for a moment. Was she really about to introduce herself to a stranger? Who scared the wits out of her in a book cafe no less? Yet, as she glanced back at those eyes, she instinctively knew she could trust him. "Levy. My name's Levy."

The man seemed to ponder it, his face scrunched up in pensive thought. "Levy, huh?" He nodded to no one in particular. "Cute name. But I still prefer Shrimp." Levy had let out a few incoherent sounds of distress before finally gathering her wits and all but spit back.

"You! You insufferable, incorrigible, impossible-"

"Gihi, interesting choice of words you got there. Anyways, gotta go. See you around, Shrimp." He said, emphasizing her new nickname, and stalked off.

What a strange encounter… Levy wondered. And I didn't even get to know his name.

Gajeel smirked to himself. That was a very interesting encounter. He thought back to the meeting, and the events that led him to it.

He only went to that boring book café to borrow a book he needed for some stupid research. He had been repeatedly complaining in his head about how useless it all was when he saw her. A thin, petite, blue-haired young woman sitting in the corner. He didn't know what drew him to her but whatever it was, was beyond strong.

He couldn't decide if it was how her small fingers turned each page ever so delicately, or the way her eyes widened at a certain part in her book, or how she'd push back her bangs every once in a while. Seeing her all tucked up also brought on a strong urge to protect her, seeing how small she was. Geez, what the heck am I doing? I feel like a friggin' stalker. He told himself to get his arse out of there, but his feet were glued to the spot.

Until she stood up and started walking in his direction.

Shoot! Move feet, move! He had barely managed to reach the other side of a shelf before she walked right up to him. Well, not directly in front of him. A bookshelf blocked his view of her. But apparently the fates weren't gonna settle for anything short of an encounter. As he saw her silhouette pick out a book right across his chest, he thought, screw it, before bending down to where the book had once been. He saw her eyes widen at the sight of his and let out a shriek so loud his ears were ringing. He had freaked out for a moment, unsure how to proceed, before saying whatever came to mind.

"Peekaboo." And the conversation continued, with Gajeel for once enjoying the company. There was just something about her that made him gravitate towards her. Whether it was her intelligence or her feistiness, he did not know.

Chuckling to himself, he stalked out of the cafe, and started whistling a tune. It seemed he was going to that book café more often than he planned.

Tadaa! Did you like it/enjoy it/hate it? :) Anyways, feel free to put a review, constructional criticism is always appreciated :) Thanks for reading and have a good day/night! :)