Hey, Nemesis here. Thank you to hisuichanxx and the Guest who suggested I continue this story. This is the first chapter from Levy's point of view, beginning at the house where she lived with her aunt and uncle, and ending at her falling asleep in Gajeel's arms. As always, Fairy Tail isn't mine. If it was, there would be a plush of every main member of Fairy Tail, and every main exceed. Enjoy!
"Wake up, you lazy brat!" shouted Aunt Nettle, kicking Levy in the stomach. "We have to go and gather berries for dinner, and you haven't even done your chores!" After one more swift kick, Aunt Nettle stormed off to her room, leaving Levy in the corner; her arms around her stomach in pain.
She stood up a moment later, arms around her stomach. She walked to the door of her Aunt and Uncle's bedroom and knocked. After a moment, her Aunt came to the door, a scowl on her face. "What do you want?" She asked, her voice harsh and grating. Levy shrunk away.
"I… I just wanted to ask if I could have a small something to eat before I went about my chores, ma'am." Levy said, looking at the floor so as not to provoke her Aunt. She wrung her hands nervously, waiting for an answer. She heard her aunt scoff.
"No, you can't. Not after you failed to wake up on time. Now go get your chores done, or you wont be allowed lunch, either." And with that, her Aunt slammed her door in Levy's face, the noise causing her to flinch. She sighed, her wings low, and went about her chores.
An hour later, the pots and pans shone like a mirror, the shelves were free of dust, and breakfast was made for her Aunt and Uncle. After washing her hands, she went and knocked on her relative's room, calling out that breakfast was ready. Her Aunt and Uncle came out of their room, and sat down to eat. Levy bowed her head, lowered her wings, and clasped her hands in front of her. "Is breakfast made to your satisfaction?" she asked, making sure not to make any direct eye contact.
"Meh. Good enough, I guess. Now, go get changed into something presentable. I will not have you embarrassing me with your disgraceful appearance at the berry patch. Are we clear?" her aunt asked, while making a shooing motion.
"Yes ma'am," Levy said, turning to get her nice dress from the small chest that was right next to her corner. "May I have a short shower, ma'am?" she asked, hoping to get the dust out of her hair, and check the bruise that she could feel on her stomach.
"Fine, whatever. Just get out of our sight," her Aunt growled. Levy squeaked out a "thank you" and scurried off before her aunt could change her mind.
One short, lukewarm shower later, Levy was standing in the common room of the small home in her favorite orange dress with the white bow, with her hair piled on her head, and her yellow ribbon holding back her bangs. Her Aunt came out of her room, holding two bags, one bulging, and one not. Levy was intrigued, but knew better than to question her Aunt. Catching the empty bag that was thrown at her, she followed her Aunt outside, where they took flight after casting a concealment spell on themselves.
They were half-way to the berry patch, when her Aunt called out to her, "Hey, brat! Look at me!"
Levy turned towards her Aunt, who was right behind her. And felt something hit her in the head. She fell like a stone, stunned, unable to fly. She screamed for help, but her Aunt just laughed and shouted something that sounded like "Good riddance".
Levy was falling through the air, when she felt herself hit the tree tops. She curled her wings into herself as close as they would get to protect them. She felt the cuts as they appeared on her body. Blood from the wound her Aunt caused clouded her vision, making the greens and browns from the trees hazy. She screamed out in pain as her wing was torn slightly. Then she hit the back of her head hit a branch, and all she saw was darkness.
She jolted awake at the sensation of someone touching her injured wing, and then fell off a table with a thump. She was aware of the sound of laughter, and looked up to see a table, and part of what looked like a mane of black hair. She looked around at her surroundings, coming to the conclusion that she was in a human kitchen. And a semi-messy one at that. The sound of laughter was closer, and between a bout of laughter, she heard "Are you okay, little fairy?"
She looked up angrily, with her arms crossed, and her wings fluttering with irritation, to see a beast of a man. He had tan skin and a long, black mane that flowed wildly down his back. He was very muscular, and his strong arms were pierced and covered in scars. He was wearing a pair of black pants, with a dark gray short-sleeved shirt that said "Iron Man" on it. Looking at his face, she discovered that the man had no eyebrows, only three silver studs where eyebrows should be. Three more studs lined both sides of his nose, and three on each ear. And he had two more beneath his mouth. He had sharp canine teeth, and his eyes…. His eyes were crimson. Levy was taken aback by his appearance and his loud, grating laughter, which was irritating.
"I am, thank you. I assume it was you who bandaged me up?" she said, with her arms still crossed, while she felt her wings flutter angrily.
After his laughter had subsided, he spoke again "Yeah, I did. I found you in the woods after my cat decided to run out of the house like his ass was on fire. Name's Gajeel," he said, offering her his hand to help her up. She allowed a small smile at his simile, took his hand, and stood up.
"Well then, Gajeel, thank you for your kind deed," she said, suddenly aware of the dirt on her dress, and the ribbon in her hair. She brushed away the dirt and fixed the ribbon before continuing, "My name is Levy." And then she smiled brightly, receiving a small smile in response from Gajeel, who then began to tidy up the kitchen, turning his back to her briefly.
"You got a home, little fairy?" he asked, curiosity burning in his eyes as he turned to look at her. She felt her wings droop, and her shoulders dropped as well.
"No, I don't," she said quietly, looking down at the floor as the memories from this morning came rushing back at once. "I was abandoned by my family this morning, when my Aunt and I were flying to the berry patch, she knocked me out of the sky to die." She was sobbing now, and embarrassed to be crying in front of this total stranger, but she couldn't stop herself. "I- I'm s-s-surprised m-m-my w-wings w-w-weren't r-r-r-ripped o-off w-when I-I w-was f-f-falling." Levy hated the way her voice was breaking, but she was hurt, and unwanted by her own family.
Suddenly, she was wrapped up in strong arms, and pressed into a chest that smelt strangely of metal and something kind of earthy and spicy. She felt how Gajeel carefully placed his arm above her dropping wings. She felt herself being maneuvered somewhere, until she felt Gajeel sit down and pull her into his lap where she curled up, holding onto his shirt for dear life while she cried. Suddenly, there was a hand smoothing her hair, and she was being rocked gently back and forth. After a minute, Gajeel tilted her chin up with his fingers, and looked into her eyes, which still had tears streaming out, and his blood-red eyes hardened into rubies.
"Hey, little fairy, you can stay here with me and my cat. This can be your home, now, that sound good?" he rumbled, his ruby eyes soft and hopeful. Levy's eyes widened, thinking it was too good to be true.
"R-really?" she asked, her entire soul full of hope, "D-do y-you r-really m-mean it?" she could still hear how her voice wobbled, but she knew her eyes would be brighter with hope. He nodded, and her whole world became bright. "Oh, thank you, Gajeel!" she said, filled with happiness. She began to cry again, but this time, she was happy, and she thanked him over and over while he smoothed her hair and rocked her back and forth. Until she finally drifted off to sleep in his arms.
Thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I may or may not post another chapter for this. It all depends on where the winds of inspiration lead me. Review if you have a moment, please!