A life worth fighting for
Chapter 1: So it begins...
By: Stragazer
I do not own Fairy Tail or any of the characters in this story, they belong to Hiro Mashima. Here's the first chapter of my new, Gajevy story, do enjoy and don't forget to review. (✿◠‿◠)
He was the schools delinquent, going now where in life except a jail cell at twenty-two, dead and thirty-three, those were his odds, no one would come to his funeral. His life was fast paced, everyday was a life or death moment, living on the edge with no family or friends, he found his kicks with drugs and bar fights with bigger, meaner men. Girls were a night time thing, take one home in bed and leave them in the morning, no number or goodbye note, nothing... he was nothing, until she saved him.
She was the schools prize student, going great places, NASA maybe or somewhere like that but it was never good enough, she would be married in her late twenties with three kids, dead at late thirties from suicide. Her life was like a broken record, wake up, do what needs to be done, go to sleep, there was no adventure, she was bored and everyday her spirit seemed to die. She had parents but they were never around, her mother was traveling the world, father in the army so she was sent gifts and given a credit card with a stupid amount of money on. There was no fire in her eyes anymore, there was always some smarter, better just more than her, her life was dying, she was dying... until he saved her.
Her eyes were stinging from the harsh, cold air as she trudged down the icy streets of magnolia, curse her hard studying, she'd spent most of her night in the city library because of an upcoming test and now, she was completely pooped. She could barely walk straight but the only thing that kept her moving was the fear of being found asleep in one of the bad parts of town which, conveniently was were she lived and she was rather adamant on not getting stabbed or mugged. She was wearing a cream, winter coat with a white beanie hat and she was wearing black, thick leggings and brown boots though they didn't help against the cold. The air was painfully cold, numbing her fingertips and toes through her clothes, her cheeks were red raw and felt like someone was stabbing them with pins. She wrapped her arms around her small frame and rubbed them, trying in a vain attempt to heat herself up but she wasn't watching where she was going and hadn't noticed the leg sticking out of the alley she passed. With an ugly shriek, she fell, hitting the floor with a hiss of pain and glared round to what ever had tripped her and her eyes went wide. It was a person, a boy, she knew the boy, he went to her school, the bad-ass and asshole of the all the students, she hadn't spoken to him... ever, she stayed well clear of him but he looked in bad shape. He was bleeding on his forehead, he was bruised and scratched, his clothes torn and body shivering, he looked like he'd gone a couple round with Mike Tyson, his hair was splayed out around him and he breathing was broken and ragged.
"H-hey... G-Gajeel... are you okay?" She questioned, her voice shivering and she shook him, he ground, trying with no avail to push away whoever was jerking him so painfully and she sighed. What she was thinking was stupid but she wouldn't forgive herself if he died and she could have done something. "Alright big guy... let's get you up...!" She heaved as she grabbed one of his solid arms and pulled him into a sitting position, he growled in pain like a feral animal but made no attempt to stop her as she lifted him to lean one arm on her shoulder and she almost toppled over but all those swimming classes had strengthened and toned her legs enough to keep them both on their feet. He managed to take steps, slow, drawn out, wobbly step so he was conscious which, in her books was a good sign. He coughed and spluttered, almost falling over half a street away from the alley but she was able to keep him upright. "It's okay... I got you..." she soothed as she patted his back and he made a content noise. It was kind of a god send that she didn't live to far, she honestly had never been happier to live so close to such a bad place as she walked up the stairs to the second floor apartment on the house, it was hard getting him to walk up the stairs and she honestly almost dropped him twice. She balanced him painfully on her shoulders as she grabbed her keys and opened the door it instantly lead into her front room but she passed it and went straight to the spare room, it usually kept most of her books in but there was a bed and a dresser the rest was just a bunch of books, some scattered on the floor and she looked at them questioningly. Well, when he woke up he'd have enough sense to watch where he was going... hopefully. With a sigh she laid him on the bed and looked down at him, up close he looked kind of intimidating and huge, it was a wonder she even got him off the ground, let alone all the way to her apartment. His eyes were closed and he was still breathing oddly as she searched his face, he looked like he'd been ran over by a dump truck, she huffed as she headed into the kitchen. Her parents were always well prepared and she was accident prone so it payed to keep a box of medical stuff under the sink cupboard. With a grunt she pulled the heavy box out and walked back into the spare room and switched on the light, he moaned and tried to roll over but he was in to much pain. Her heart twitched a little to see him so helpless, she hated stuff like that, it made her want to cry and she sniffled back the tears. With a shake of her head she walked over to the guy, she took off her coat and hat, letting her cyan locks fall down to her jaw and showed her big, white jumper that almost touched her knees and fell down one shoulder. She opted for sorting his face and working her way down to the wound on his chest, abdomen and sides. There was a gash above his brow, just centimeters from his piercings and she pulled out the cotton wool and antibacterial solution, she poured the solution into a metal bowl she had in the box and pressed it against the ghastly cut. Gajeel winced, attempting to pull away but it didn't work and he grunted every time the cotton touched him. It took no time at all before the cotton was drenched in his blood and she pulled out another, dotting it on the graze he had on his cheek, then she did the cut on his lip and she cleaned his face before putting gauze on his wounds and putting surgical tape on them to keep them in place. "What have you been doing?" She asked as she wiped her brow and pulled up the sleeves of her jumper before she sat him up and pulled up his shirt. There were boot marks on his back and there was a hefty looking gash on the bicep of his left arm, she took a moment to rid herself of the awful hotness that overwhelmed her when she was looking upon his well toned abs and chest. No eighteen year old should have looked that buff but he looked like some sort of super soldier, he looked like he'd give her father a run for his money and that was saying something because her father was 6'4'' of pure muscle and bad-assery. Levy shook her head and tucked her cyan hair behind one ear as she started to clean the slash on his muscle, he groaned in pain and she gave him an apologetic look, despite his eyes being closed. The cleaning of it was the easy bit but she'd have to stitch it up, she got the medical thread and a medical needle from the box. It was awful having to push the sharp object through his skin which only caused him more pain as he tried to pull away and she grabbed his arm. "I need to stitch it, if i don't it will go septic and you'll have to have it taken off or you'll die!" She exclaimed and he took a deep breath before she started again and he groaned, tensing and she moved gently, careful not to get his muscle as she kept going. It felt like forever before she finally had the seven inch gash completely closed and she wiped it before wrapping a bandage around his arm to stop him catching it in his sleep. Her hands shook a little as she cleaned the cuts and grazes on his sides, and front, it felt weird touching him while he was semi-conscious but she had to do it. Thankfully the wounds on his chest and abdomen weren't as bad so she only had to clean them and put some gauze here and there, she was practically passing out by the time she had finished and she turned to lean on the bed, resting her head on the mattress and staring at the ceiling, to tired to move. She fell asleep almost instantly after closing her eyes, both of them sleeping soundly, he was snoring heavily and she mumbled a few times in her sleep as her head fell forwards and she slept sat up, the box of medical gear inches from her... unknowing to the other that their lives had only just begun...