[A/N] Sorry for taking so long! Things happened; my muse abandoned me but returned the other night. (I mean NIGHT)
To get to the story, Gazille gets a little revenge in this part. [A/N]
Payback
The first thing the Solid Script mage noticed as she laboriously woke up was that her head hurt, a lot. The second thing was that she had absolutely no idea where she was.
She needed a moment to reconcile and comprehend her situation. It is really grueling waking up some place you don't know with no memory whatsoever how you got there and with a terrible headache on top of that! With much difficulty she managed to get into a sitting position, earning a better view hoping she could answer her second question: Where.
From her observations in her new position she could tell that the place she was in at least wasn't that big. Not many places for potential enemies/ninjas to hide behind, just waiting for her to get out of the, yeah bed and then starting to attack her!
No really, was this the right time to go crazy and let your imagination run wild Levy? While carefully trying to shake her head due to her silliness without it hurting too much, she then caught eye on the sleeping body in the sofa across from the bed she apparently had been spending the night.
She had to look twice, thrice and finally four times to convince herself that her eyes wasn't fooling her, but that sleeping body looked suspiciously much like Gazille given that enormous black mane that almost went all the way down to the floor. Not a lot of people supported that hairstyle after all.
Lying on his stomach, face turning away from her she couldn't confirm it from her current position. But she had no intentions on walking up to him to try and figure it out.
Just what had happened last night? Panic rose inside her little elfin-like form.
Her hart beating so loudly she was sure it was gonna wake the man up, as to validate her fears, said man turned around with a grunt now facing her and so confirming his identity.
Letting out the tiniest yelp, yep that was Gazille alright. Even though his face wasn't frowned (as much) as usual, the expression was recognizable.
She took a deep breath, she had to calm down; there is no point in jumping to conclusions. Her inner voice didn't quite agree with that, but having no validated arguments to back it up with. What else could she do?
Trying her best to suppress the growing anxiety and panic, she took another deep breath and asked herself again. What happened last night?
She really couldn't remember... Oh god.
Covering her face with her hands, she accidently bumped into the small bedside table to her right. Almost knocking the glass of water over that was standing upon it in the process.
Water?
Was that for her? Wow, she'd never imagined Gazille to be that… thoughtful.
N-not that she imagined much about him at all… But nevertheless she was thankful, because she was really really thirsty.
Drinking it greedily, panic becoming only second priority as she now had realized how dried out she was.
So she most obviously must have been drunk last night, that theory also explained her banging headache.
But how on earth she'd ended up in Gazille's place was still a big question mark, she continued thinking as she quietly got out of bed to enter the kitchen for some more water.
She stopped in the doorway. Woah! What had happened in here? There was a lot of stuff on the floor in front of the fridge. Like someone had thrown it all out in a state of rage or something.
Looking at it, then realizing (inner bitch slapping herself) the glass.
Turning around to get the glass she most stupidly forgot to bring with her (she had been so concentrated on getting up without making any noise) she bumped into something hard.
"G'morning Shorty, how's the hangover?"
"Huh?"
It was Gazille! She'd literally run into him, into his chest. Bare chest to be added, that she was practically staring into at the moment. Levy turned her face up oh so slowly, Gazille looking down on her in return. Her body froze, her feet not being able to move, just looked up at him, standing way to close into his personal space.
And there was an awkward silence.
Closing her mouth that much ungracefully had opened in shock, she remembered he'd asked her a question.
"T-the what?" Her mind had frozen as well but time still got by. But his words had just escaped her completely. She was still engulfed in that it was him, the closeness and the certain bareness. His abs really looked rock, no forgive me, steel hard.
"Hangover, gotta have a pretty nasty one huh?" Holy shi… she's standing way to close.
"Uh, yeah. I guess."
He raised his brows to that answer, how could you guess?
"I… honestly don't h-have much memory of last night." She admitted, taking a step back to be able to face him better. Her neck hurt from looking up at his tall figure. And also, they had been standing to close. His body had felt so warm…
"Oh, figures." He looked at her, and then had to turn away. Hecertainly remembered last night… Barely even noticeable, but nonetheless his face got a slightly pinker as he did.
H-he turned away, is he mad at me? If she only knew what she'd done so she could properly apologize. Levy thought as she fidgeted with the edge of her dress.
She was not per say scared of him anymore, the feeling she felt when being around him could be more described as… uneasy. But now that he was a nakama. Nakama should not be scared of each other.
Levy then continued the somewhat forced conversation.
"T-thank you for the water."
"Whatever."
He's maad~
"I have to ask, why am I here at, um your house?" She figured it had to be, the metal laying in the corner of the kitchen sort of gave it away so.
"Drunk, bad guys, didn't know where you lived."
She couldn't really remember that. But she had a vague image of some guys talking to her before things got all blurry.
Also in her mind she could reconstruct the pain in her butt from probably being dropped on the ground before being picked up again. And that was pretty much it. That wasn't much to go at, had he really saved her?
Of course, they're nakama now! Don't doubt your friends. He must have thought in similar ways as he had helped her. This new side of Gazille truly intrigued her.
That boosted her enough confidence to try and seek up his gaze to thank him properly.
He turned away again. She must really have done something terrible last night.
"Sorry for all the trouble you had to go through. I'm very sorry and I don't remember anything so I'm really not sure what I'm apologizing for, but I can tell you're mad with me and…"
Nervously rambling on, letting she let her eyes fall down on the floor instead.
While she was blabbering, something triggered inside the Dragon Slayers head. She didn't remember… A mischievous smirk replaced his earlier flustered frown.
Oh that can so not be good.
"It's alright; I quite enjoyed some of the parts really." Now facing her, he crossed his arms over his (still) bare-chested torso.
Say What?
"I didn't expect that of you though to be honest. You seem much more very innocent at days in the guild (yes he was looking) but then again… You were a little drunk."
Just what was he saying? The earlier feelings of panic were nothing compared to this. It was some sort of strange sensation when it seemed like your mind didn't follow that it's actually happening to you. All it told you was that, it happens.
She looked so satisfyingly confused, the color leaving her face. Just what did she think he meant? What weird little fantasies went through under that blue wonderfully smelling hair.
He was really enjoying himself. Payback, having some revenge before breakfast was most pleasant.
"W-what did I…"
"Oh, I bet you'd like to know what we did last night. What you did." He couldn't help it, cracking up a little but still managed to look so superior and mischievous.
"Gazille!" in embarrassment frustration she forgot her apparent fear of him as she started punching him in his chest.
He let out something that could be taken for a chuckle, or possibly a mix between a grunt and a chuckle.
"That's not funny!" Levy pouted.
"I'm laughin' ain't I?" Cute.
Suddenly putting a stop to her beating, she again realized just how bare he was. And well toned.
Hastily pulling herself back blushing, the force making her trip over her own feet.
Gazille quickly out of reflex reached out and grabbed her arm.
Ouch, his grip was so tight even though he tried to be as gentle as possible.
"Thank you." Blushing again. This time it didn't escape the Dragon Slayers gaze.
She really was something this one.
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After filling her in, obviously leaving some parts of the story unsaid. They'd left together to go to the guild. Or rather, when Gazille left Levy had followed. So they sort of went on the same way walking alongside each other while not actually accompanying each other.
Yeah, that's what he was gonna call it.
The two mages however received many strange looks from people as they walked through town. Gazille didn't seem that bother by it, he just snarled at people who got a little to close.
Levy couldn't help but be fascinated by that. He'd let her stay… um very close to him before to say the least. While her inner feelings had been in slight turmoil then, he hadn't actually behaved threat fully towards her at all.
He'd in fact only teased her, okay maybe in a not very kind sort if evil way, but still!
Because now she wasn't scared of him anymore, the quarrel (that was still unsettled for that part) had made her forget all about being afraid of him.
Sure her head still hurt, her stomach not feeling too good, and she felt embarrassed beyond belief. But she wasn't scared of him anymore.
So in her book, it was definitely worth it.
[A/N] Yeah let us in it here. How will the other mages at the Guild react, with Gazille and Levy entering, TOGETHER! Will there be shippers, haters? Or are they just gonna kill some Fairy Tail brain… D: [A/N]
