For Animal. Happy Birthday, and I know this is pathetically late. Please forgive me!
He's scissors.
He's made of iron, piercing, made to slice through paper like it's air. He's made to destroy her, and he does, and watches as she falls apart. And he should feel happy when he does, but for some reason, he doesn't.
Gajeel Redfox is scissors.
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She's paper.
She's small, delicate, frail. Compared to him, she's useless, weak, lame, and he destroys her so easily, it's almost pathetic. Torn apart and slashed by a pair of merciless scissors.
Levy McGarden is paper.
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Then why?
Why, then, if he is scissors, does his heart sink like a rock when as he destroys her? Why, then, does it feel like her paper is wrapped around his rock heart, squeezing, crushing it so badly that he wants to do the unthinkable and cry?
Why, then, does Salamander melt him as easily as if he were rock, completely decimating him in a way he'd never been defeated before, because he's scissors, and he should be invincible?
Why?
Gajeel has no idea.
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And then she forgives him
She forgives him.
And he's in shock, because why should she? He practically killed her, humiliated her beyond the pint of humiliation. He destroyed her.
And yet, she's not angry.
She doesn't want to kill him.
She forgives him.
Why?
Gajeel doesn't understand it.
And then...
His iron heart does the unthinkable and melts.
And he finally understands.
Because he used to be scissors.
Cold. Unfeeling. Made to destroy.
But now he's rock.
Born of heat and love, strong, but the kind of strong that is meant to protect.
Beaten by paper's delicate love.
Rock, paper, scissors.
He finally knows who he is.
Sorry it's so short. And weird.