Chapter Two
An: So this would have been posted sooner, but my computer shut down randomly and apparently didn't save it like I told it to, but that's okay cause I love this version a lot more. Anyways I'm sure you hate me for giving Wendy an incurable illness. I'm sorry but it had to be done for the story. So, now here's chapter two.
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Levy woke up wrapped in warmth and softness. Hushed voices drifted to her ears. They sounded muffled and distorted. Her dry warm clothes and the blanket covering her felt like heaven after so many nights without their comforts. The fluffy soft pillow beckoned her back to sleep. Suddenly, almost instantly her mind cleared and fear set in. Sitting up, in the blink of an eye, she took in her surroundings. She was in a queen size bed in a white room. The walls were bare and clean and the carpet was a soft orange color. There was a small light brown dresser with her boxed up belongings resting upon it. The blanket covering her was a soft cream color that matched the pillow cases. The outfit she'd worn yesterday lay freshly laundered at the foot of the bed. There were two beautifully crafted windows on either side of the bed, gentle creamy curtains trimmed in orange lace.
Pulling back the covers, Levy excited the bed and noticed her body was hidden in a large black tee shirt. The hem of the shirt tickled her legs, falling just above the knee. Her mind, acutely aware that she wore nothing under the shirt, recognized it to be a man's shirt. Curiously, Levy lifted the front of the shirt to her nose. The shirt smelt strong and metallic, almost like leather and iron in a strange way. It was definitely a unique scent, seeing as iron didn't really have a scent.
Deciding to find out more about her whereabouts, Levy went to step towards the door only to pause and look down. Her feet were wrapped in soft white socks. Bandages covered the places where she'd gotten cut sleeping in the streets. A blush crept over her face as she thought about the cut she had on her upper inner thigh and hoped it wasn't the owner of the shirt who'd cleaned and dressed her wounds. Quickly pushing that thought away, Levy exited the room only to run into a large brick like chest. Falling to the ground, Levy looked up into a pair of blood colored eyes.
"Good to know yer up, but ya should watch where yer goin' shrimp." Gajeel held out a hand to her, helping her up. Turning slightly to the right, he kicked open a door and yelled, "LAXUS, GET YER HAIRY ASS OUTTA MY BED AND EAT!"
Turning away from her he started down the hallway, motioning her to follow. Deciding it best to do as he asked she fell into step behind him, questions rolling around inside her head. Turning a corner, they were met with a peculiar sight.
Sting was asleep in a plate of scrambled eggs, bits of which were smashed up one side of his nose cavity. Next to him, his kitten was laying with its head on his slice of toast. Rogue sat in a chair not far away with a terrified expression on his face as he tried to find words of comfort for the crying woman next to him. His kitten caught in a death grip by the same woman. Juvia was bawling over some guy who lit up her world but hardly gave her the time of day. She was slowly crushing the kitten to her chest.
Gajeel sighed and kicked Sting's chair out from under him, accidentally setting off a chain of events. The teenager hit the ground, waking up instantly and bouncing to his feet with a poorly aimed fist. The fist made contact with Rogue's head sending the black haired boy's face right into Juvia's chest, knocking both of them to the ground. Juvia yelped tossing her arms out sending the kitten airborne. Her knee flew up connecting with Rogue's core. Levy caught the airborne kitten as the boy doubled over, heaving and released his partially digeasted breakfast all over the feet of Laxus, who had just entered the room. Laxus growled and landed a punch to Rogue's face causing Rogue to go down and Sting's foot to meet Laxus's stomach. Juvia slapped Sting knocking him back a little to trip over Rogue and smash his kitten with his ass, earning him a few scratches to his own rear.
Gajeel, pissed over the mess in his kitchen snapped, "SHUT YER TRAPS AND PLANT YER SHIT IN A CHAIR!"
Not wanting to anger their host more, Rogue and Sting planted their behinds in a chair while Laxus left to clean the puke off his feet and Juvia tended to the kitten who'd been sat on in all the commotion. Pulling out a mop and bucket from the closet, Gajeel handed it to Rogue. Getting the point without being told, Rogue set about cleaning up his mess. Levy turned to Gajeel who pointed to a seat next to Sting that had a leather jacket on it. Deciding she should get out of his way for now she moved to take the seat. Laxus rejoined the group and sat in the chair next to Juvia. Looking around the table, it became apparent that Gajeel would be sitting next to the tiny blunette.
"So, Levy, how'd you meet Coffin Bait and Perpetual Bedhead?" Gajeel looked over to her from the stove where more eggs were being scrambled.
"Coffin Bait? Perpetual Bedhead?" Her brown eye looked around the room confused.
"I believe he's referring to myself and Sting," Rogue informed her.
"Oh, thank you, Kitten," Levy said with a giggle as Rogue turned red. "I met Kitten when Wendy and I first moved to town. Wendy had accidentally coughed up blood all over his shirt as we passed him on the side walk. Its because of that that he took her to a doctor and since then he's been my best friend. Later he introduced me to Pooh Bear when Jet and Droy, my friends from a previous town died in a plane crash."
The room was silent as they took in what she'd said. Then, suddenly, Laxus and Gajeel were doubled over in laughter. Tears streamed from their faces as they held their ribs. Slowly sobering, Gajeel blurted out, "How in the Hell did y'all end up with those ridiculous nicknames?!"
"She calls me Kitten because I apparently sound like a purring cat when I snore," Rogue answered.
"I watched thirty hours of Winnie the Pooh with her to keep her from crying when she found out about her friends. I now have a deep hatred for that damned bear." Sting groaned.
"Ya made a teenage boy sit through thirty hours of a fuckin' kids show so ya wouldn't cry?" Gajeel asked shocked.
"I'd never seen Winnie the Pooh before and it looked so cute!" Levy tried to defend herself.
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After breakfast the five teens were sitting in Gajeel's living room relaxing a bit. Gajeel had challenged Rogue to a match on some game for the right to call him Kitten while Laxus and Sting argued over which band was better, Nickleback or Metallica. Juvia sat cuddling the kittens half to death as Levy watched the boys, thinking about how good it felt to hang out with friends again.
"So, Levy, how would you like to live in a home again?" Sting asked.
"Well, it would be nice to have a home again, but I still can't afford a place."
"Would you consider moving in with a friend?" Rogue jumped into the conversation.
"Not if it meant free-loading off them. I prefer to take care of myself and my sister."
"Well, tough luck princess," Laxus said with a laugh.
Levy gave him a funny look. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door and Juvia excused herself. A few minutes later, she returned with a crew of men carrying a couple boxes and directed them towards two of the bedrooms. Levy looked to Gajeel, curiosity blooming in her eyes.
"Levy, meet Gajeel Redfox, Fairy graduate, construction worker for the Dreyer Homes for the Homeless, and heir to the fortune of multimillionaire guitarist, Metalicana Redfox." Sting laughed, earning him a thump upside the head.
"Yer sister should be arrivin' shortly via chauffeur. Yer stayin' with me." Gajeel never took his eyes off the game. "Wendy will stay in the room by the bathroom and ya get the room ya woke up in. Juvia took yer measurements and called Chelia for Wendy's sizes."
"So the men with the boxes?" Levy raised an eyebrow.
"They're droppin' off clothes fer ya and yer sister." Gajeel explain, "and ya ain't gonna argue. I already informed Wendy's school that she has been takin' in by me. Ya no longer have ta worry. Wendy knows, she's excited."
"But why?"
"For fucks sake, yer homeless and sixteen! Shut up and go get dressed. We're goin' out. Ya need to get more then just clothes, Shrimp."
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Wendy opened the door to Chelia's home to find a limo sitting outside. A tall man with a mane of orange hair smiled at her as he opened the door to the vehicle. Shocked, the twelve year old just staired.
"Miss Wendy, I presume?" His voice sweet, a certain charm to it made her blush. "I'm here to escort you to your sister. Please take your seat and we'll arrive in approximately ten minutes."
"Um, okay. Thank you, Mr.-"
"You may call me Loke. Miss, please buckle your seat belt."
Ten minutes later, the limo stopped outside of a large gray apartment complex. Loke opened her door before offering Wendy his arm. Taking it, the young blunette was lead forward towards the door of the third apartment to the right. The door was black with silver letters across it that read Redfox. The windows were closed and the curtains drawn. Just as they reached the door, it flew open releasing another small blunette who slammed into the younger of the two sending them both flying into the yard laughing.
Wendy sat up smiling at her sister. Levy wore a pair of faded blue jeans and a plain black tee that fit her perfectly. Her blue locks were pulled back by a black silk headband. The wild locks had been washed, conditioned and even brushed. Wendy looked down at the most surprising of all, the pair of black converse that protected the older girls feet from the elements. Raising an eyebrow, Wendy looked up to meet her sister's big brown orbs.
"Wendy, its amazing! You have to come see it!" Levy shrieked, pulling the younger girl to her feet and rushing her into the apartment, past a group of teenagers and into a blue room.
The room had soft pale blue walls and a sky blue carpet. Shelves of newly bought stuffed animals and books lined one of the smaller walls. A large flat screen TV was mounted to the wall above a shelf containing a PS4, a DVD player, and a cable box. The dresser was full of beautiful clothes and the closet held more shoes and dresses than she's seen in her entire life.
"What is this?" Wendy whispered, looking around the room in awe.
"Your room, Short-stack." Jumping at the sudden deep voice behind her, Wendy spun around to find a mountain of a man with waist length black hair that fell in unique spikes down his back. A black headband wrapped around his head keeping the unruly locks from his face. A gray tee pulled tight over his well defined muscles showed the deep scars on his arms. Cut off finger less leather gloves wrapped around his hands and chains fell from his jeans, "Welcome to your new home."
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AN: okay so this is a short chapter, but I promise there will be more later that are longer. Anyways, I'm crying due to the release of chapter 488 in the series. I finally read it. WHAT THE FUCK, HIRO MASHIMA! HOW COULD YOU?!