Back again! And that goal crap went out the window...fuck. Because I love every single one of you readers so damn much, I'm writing these chapters daily XD...In the middle of the night..while I have an unidentified sickness (Its like a fever or something, I'm fine, Its not the plague or anything, I know you were worried. OTL) Also, I'm listening to this AWESOME song cover by BoyceAvenue...Its Rihanna- 'We Found Love' Don't judge me unu. It's fantastic and it makes me feel like writing Gajevy. ( I use 'Gajevy' because 'GaLe' can be confused with Gale from 'The Hunger Games' when I put it into search engines. and most of the good art/awesome shit isn't classified that it's from Fairy Tail. n) This has turned into a rant, sorry, heh. heh. Also, to wrap this up, I love all the feedback I'm getting from this, its seriously making me tear up.

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Let's kick off Chapter 3 of 'Go Save your Princess'
( I'm starting off with Gajeel's P.O.V, as always)

He froze. Blood? But why? Was she...no. It could be a wounded animal that was fogging up his senses. He couldn't afford to think like that, it was slowing him down. He needed to shift into gear, if she really was seriously hurt, time wasn't going to help her wounds. He attempted to shift from his stationary position..but he couldn't, frozen in place, her blue-head fogging up his brain with gory images. He dragged his large foot, to begin walking, to follow her distant scent. That scent he loved so much. But something was stopping him, a tattered orange piece of cloth. He had almost stepped on it. There he was, his foot shoved in the air like an idiot, staring at the ground like it was going to come alive and eat him. That certainly helped his image. But it wasn't like anyone was around to see him. The forest was deep and lonely, the sky a stormy gray, matching the color of his piercings. Like the sky was grimacing down at him, telling her to get off his ass and save her. The patterned strip of cloth was staring at him, threatening him to pick it up. He wanted to, but something else was denying it. His heart. He wanted to run away and pretend that she had gone home sick, waiting for him to make her soup. He wanted her to pop out of nowhere, hitting him with her purse and running off, saying "Tag, You're it, Gajeel!" with that cheerful voice of hers. He wanted for her to call his name. one more time. It was raining now, lukewarm droplets scattering down everywhere. The impacted his skin, moistening every area of his body. He half-expected that damn Rain Woman to be behind a tree, stalking him. 'Juvia was only wondering what her guild-mate was up to.' Half-expecting himself to turn around 'Dammit, Woman!' he would say, chasing her off. But, this only happened in his mind, he had to accept reality. If he could run away from his fate, he would. And he would bring the Shrimp with him. For there is no ideal paradise without her. The Shrimp. That's right, Her headband! He silently squatted down, his long tunic flourishing out dramatically. He handled the checkered headband, as if it was worth all of the money in the world. His scowl thickened, matching the loud crack of lightning, illuminating the forest with a flash. His nightmares had come true. A splotch of red was staining the strip of cloth, faded from all of the mud. She must have been running from something, she wouldn't have just lost her hairpiece carelessly like that. And he had remembered her saying that this was her favorite. He clenched the fabric with an iron fist, putting every ounce of anger in it. Then, he took off, following the Shrimp's tainted scent.

He had almost tripped and fell over from shock. She was laying on her back, some of her orange dress stained from the mud, it turning into a yucky color. A smile was almost plastered on his face from the sight that was..Levy. He wanted to hug her and shield her from the rain. He had somehow missed her condition. Crimson irises scanning over her body, peering down at every bruise, scratch and cut. Her forehead was bleeding, the rainwater mixing in with the blood, making it drip down her face faster, turning the consistency less thick. Her sky-kissed hair was sprawled everywhere, tainted by the liquefied dirt. Various splotches of purple,blue and black were plastered on her body. Her dress was hiked up, showing a large bruise, thank god she was wearing white shorts underneath, now spoiled by the rain. "Levy!" he instinctively shouted, not bothering to layer it with teasing, he could see the pain written on her face. As the words left his mouth, she started to stir. She painfully opened her hazel eyes, emotion spreading across them. "Ga-Gajeel...Y-you said my name" she spoke, dumbstruck. "Yeah, Yeah." he mumbled as he scooped her up in his arms, like she was a ragdoll. "Get some rest, then you can tell me what happened." he said in a casual manner. A serene smile reached its way upon her face, snuggling up against his bulky chest, her head almost matching up to one of his pectorals. After a few moments, he heard her soft breathing up against his chest.

"Gihi"

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Kinda fluffy, I guess
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