"Hey!" shouted a man. "What the hell do you think you're doing to my chair?"
Kneeled on the ground was a black haired boy who was biting off a piece metal from the chair's leg. He was inside a restaurant wearing nothing but rags, the manager noticed him when he started to notice many of the chairs limping from the uneven legs.
"Get out of here!" He yelled swinging his fist in the air.
The boy wasn't fazed by the older man's antics, with his dark red eyes he glared at the restaurant manager. Other employees arrived carrying brooms and mops and forced the boy out of the restaurant.
Jumping to his feet, the young boy ran out of the door and into the pouring rain. He ran down the sidewalk running past people as he quickly made his escape.
Later, he found himself in a dark alleyway rain still pouring down on him. It rains almost every day which everyone in town to carry an umbrella almost everywhere. Unfortunately for him he didn't have one so he tend to be exposed in the rain. He thought back on how before when he lived in the forest with his ass of a dad. He usually had all the iron he could eat, and his dad would teach him some cool stuff. He could say he was happy, but then his no good metal ass dad had to just up and leave not even saying bye.
"Tch, I don't need him," the boy said. "I ain't no kid, I can live on my-achoo!" He needed to get out of the rain.
Across the street was a park with a single tree, and with his better judgement it was probably a lot drier under the tree then it was here.
Getting up from his spot on the wet ground, he made his way towards the tree. He was thankful that it was a lot drier then he thought. With the tree being so trick with leaves it stopped almost any rain from coming through.
He sat down leaning his back on the trunk of the tree. Is wasn't a comfy bed, but it was a lot better than sleeping wet. Closing his eyes, he dozed off into sleep.
The sound of sniffling woke him up. He drowsily opened his eyes and saw a blue hair girl crying and making her way towards him. She obviously didn't noticed him as she too was under the tree holding a pink umbrella with large red hearts circling around the edges.
When she finally notices him, she is startled by his appearance.
He looks back at her with a blank stare.
"What you want?" the boy ask sitting himself up.
"Ju-Juvia usually comes here when she's sad." She said clearly nervous.
Standing up, the boy looked down at Juvia who was small in comparison. Leaning his face towards her and looked her straight in the eyes.
"You talk funny." He said.
"Eh? Juvia always talk like this."
"Whatever," he leaned back down onto the tree with his hands resting behind his head. "I got here first so find yourself a new spot."
"But this is the only tree in the park," she said. "And Juvia been here longer than you."
"Don't care," he said closing his eyes again. "Beat it or I'll kick your ass."
Juvia didn't care for his little threat since she was bullied almost every day so what's on more going to do. She stood her ground and stared down at the boy.
Poking one eye open, he looked up to see Juvia with her cheeks puffed and her teary eyes glaring back at him. He tried to ignore it for a few minutes and as he did it seems as if the rain was pouring down even harder. Seeing that she wasn't going to be leaving the boy gave in.
"Ugh, fine you can sit," he finally said. "Just make sure you don't come near me."
To her delight, Juvia sat on the ground next to her mysterious guest.
The two sat quietly under the tree both of them not saying a single word. The rain seemed to calm down a bit, and the feeling of sleep started to come back to him.
"What's your name?" Juvia asked.
The boy let out an annoyed grumble as he turned his said towards her.
"Why do you want to know?" he asked.
"Juvia will tell you if you tell me yours."
He gave her a questionable look, but shrugged his shoulders ignoring the fact that she says her name in almost every sentence.
"Gajeel, Gajeel Redfox."
"Thank you, Gajeel." She said.
"For what?"
"For being so nice to Juvia," she said. "This is the kindest thing anyone has ever done."
Gajeel looked down at Juvia. All he did was let her sit down next to him.
"Uh sure," he said. "Whatever."
She scooted closer to him causing him to flinch at her sudden closeness. This sort of thing wasn't very common for him as people tend to shoo him away or kick him out of places. He ignored her little advance and leaned his head back onto the tree and slowly dozed off. At least with her so close it felt a little warmer.
Gajeel woke later that evening, he let out a loud yawn and stretched his arms. He must've slept under the tree all afternoon. Even with the dark gloomy rain clouds above, he could tell that it was night judging from the darker shade the clouds took.
He tried to get up from his spot on the ground, but was stopped by some extra weight on his left side. Looking down he saw Juvia's sleeping form resting on his right arm, her umbrella fallen on the ground next to her.
"Oi" he tried to nudge her awake. "Oi, get off me will ya?" He thought about shoving her off, but thought against it when she started to snuggle against him. He let out a sigh as he looked away from the slumbering girl and watch the rain fall.
Speaking of rain, he realized that the rain was a lot calmer than usual instead of its normal down pour, it turned into a light sprinkle. He was a little surprised by this.
He snapped out of his thoughts and looked back at Juvia. It was getting late and he stomach was telling him that he missed dinner not even sure that he was going to get any dinner tonight.
"Oi, Juvia get up." He said shaking her awake.
"Huh?" she said rubbing some of the sleep from her eyes. Looking up, she saw that it was already night. "Oh no, Juvia needs to get home, Granny is probably worried sick." Sh got up from her spot on the ground clearly unaware that she was sleeping on Gajeel the entire time. Picking up her umbrella she started to make her way home. She stopped when she notice Gajeel not leaving his spot from under the tree.
"Gajeel aren't you going to go home?" she asked.
He shook his head and turned his head towards a nearby alleyway, Juvia followed his gaze.
"Do you not have a home?"
Gajeel didn't answer her not wanting to tell her about his predicament at the moment. To his surprise, Juvia offered him a hand, he looked up to see her smiling face.
"Would you like to come home with me?" she asked. "Granny wouldn't mind."
Gajeel looked up at her, this was really the first time someone has ever offered to help him. Ever since his dad left him, he was on his own fending for himself with no one to help him. Now here is someone who is offering you a place to sleep all because he was nice enough to let her sit next to him. Not wanting to show himself desperate, he casually got himself off the ground and walked past her.
"Your Granny better be a good cook."
She followed closely behind him using her umbrella to block off the rain.
"Mmhmm, she makes the greatest pies in all of Fiore."
Welp here's the first chapter hope you all like it. This is my first fic so yea.