IMPORTANT UPDATE: I have been nominated for a "Best Fairy Tail Fanfic of 2012" competition, so to all my readers, take a look at the link here s/8870592/2/ and vote for my story to move on by February 10th~ Thank you~ (Please read the rules carefully when you look at the link~) A/N: By popular request I am continuing on with Gazille and Midnights story~! Hooray~! I am in a very good mood since I just found out I got accepted to my University so hopefully I will update all the stories that need updating today~ Thank you everyone for your patience, but I promise I won't discontinue them and I have remembered about them all~ Thanks again~
~Leo Baskerville~ (Sorry again for the new name, but it's for safety reasons! For those that know me as ~England/Arthur Kirkland~, this is my new name for now)
Midnight awoke the next morning to find an empty spot beside him. He was still tired, but the realization that he was alone in the room made him sit up quickly, scanning the room for any signs of Gazille. His panic rose more when he found nothing. He scrambled out of bed, putting on the clothes that were discarded last night in the midst of their love making, and noticed Gazilles were gone as well.
'He must have gone downstairs...'
Feeling not overly comforted by the thought, but felt it was better than assuming the worst, Midnight made his way downstairs and the smell of pancakes drifted on the air and found its way to Midnights nose. He sniffed the air and smiled, happy that Gazille hadn't actually left him after all. He quietly made his way downstairs and snaked his arms around Gazilles waist, making him jump slightly.
"Huh?!" Gazille exclaimed, accidentally tossing the pancake he was currently flipping too far into the air and having it hit the ceiling. Midnight suppressed laughter, but only briefly as the pancake fell onto the floor, narrowly missing Gazilles head.
"Sorry," Midnight laughed, not even trying to stop. Gazille rolled his eyes playfully and smirked.
"Very funny, Midnight."
"Really? I certainly thought so." Midnight turned to the kitchen table to see if anything needed to be set, but found that Gazille even set the table. He was impressed and sat down in his usual spot at the table.
The kitchen was pretty ordinary by Midnights standards, nothing too fancy but also nothing too dull. The counter tops were all made of marble, and anything that was wood was cherry. The walls were painted a deep red with a black outline, making the red stand out more. The table was a long table, old fashioned, almost Victorian styled, and the chairs matched the table being made also of cherry wood. The table cloth was plain black, and the rest of the table was adorned with two candle holders on either side of a vase containing black and red roses that Gazille had gotten for Midnight not too long ago. The long candles inside the candle holders were a deep red like the walls. It was perfect for both of them.
Midnight smiled to himself and looked around the rest of the house. The kitchen was an open space leading right into the dining room, but a wall separated the kitchen from the living room. The living room was painted a navy blue and the couch and loveseat were pure white. The couch had a red blanket on top and black pillows on either side, and the loveseat was opposite with a black blanket and red pillows. The grandfather clock kept in a corner of the room looked out proudly as it chimmed every hour, shining beautifully. They also had a cherry wood fireplace facing parallel to the couches and it burned brightly, leaving the house smelling like burning wood, and leaving their ears to ring with the crackling of the wood as it burned. The floors were a dark wood, and the large rug on the floor was deep red, like the kitchen walls. The coffee table was pure glass.
"Daydreaming?" Gazille asked, breaking Midnights thoughts about their home. Midnight looked up at him and smiled, shaking his head.
"No, just admiring our home." Gazille returned the smile and cleaned up the pancake mess.
"Ready for breakfast?"
"Yes. Im starving."
They sat together in a comfortable silence and ate their breakfast, Gazille thinking about Midnight, and Midnight thinking about how he truly, finally, found happiness. It was perfect.
Midnight helped Gazille with the cleaning before sitting down on the couch to read a bit while Gazille got ready to head out to the Fairy Tail guild hall. Midnight had also became a member of Fairy Tail, but was very surprised when the leader, Makarov, allowed it after he almost killed some of the members. Then again, Gazille had done the same and he was still allowed a second chance. Makarov was truly a great leader.
Gazille came down a while later, dressed and ready to go. His hair was still dripping from his shower, but it was sunny and warm out so it didn't matter much.
"Ready to go?" Gazille asked. Midnight nodded, put down his book, and stood up. Gazille held out his hand and Midnight smiled before taking it, following him outside to make their way to the Fairy Tail guild hall.
