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CHAPTER 4: Confronted
For once in the solid script mage's life, words had failed her. She felt her knees tremble as she locked eyes with the man she had been chasing. Her breathing came in laboured gasps, hitching painfully in her chest. Man, he moves fast. His eyes were nothing like she had ever seen before, and it was with great difficulty that hers remained fixed on his. She spoke not a word as her tiny body moved closer to his, mouth parted slightly. A mingle of expressions flashed across his face as she approached.
"Why Gajeel?" She managed to choke out, taking a final step towards the man, eyes shining. For a moment, the iron-dragon slayer remained silent, hands tightening into fists at his sides.
"Why what?" He finally growled, frowning down at the small script mage. Why did it have to be her?
"I heard everything." Her voice trembled. Gajeel inhaled sharply, eyes wide as he stared down at the bluenette.
"Everything?" He whispered, gritting his teeth. Even?
"I heard enough." Said Levy firmly, looking away.
"Then,'" Gajeel hesitated, his features darkening as he took a heavy step forward, towering over the little mage. 'You were eavesdropping."
"But-" Levy squeaked in surprise, backing up. She hadn't expected the iron mage to react the way he did.
"That was private." He growled, taking another step.
"I…" Her voice small as her back collided with the bookshelf she had been standing in front of. They were at the very back of the library, completely alone. It wasn't until this moment that Levy fully realized their current situation, blushing heavily.
"You had no right." His voice was rough, his stance powerful as he leaned over the girl, trapping her; his eyes burning into hers, and hers into his. She began shaking, angry spasms twitching all over her tiny body; her mouth set in a a determined line.
"I didn't have the right to know?" She spat angrily, her face reddening further. Gajeel lifted an eyebrow, amused. He smirked, bending down until they were eye-level. Levy tensed as his face neared her own. Still, she kept her expression even, unblinking.
"It's none of your business, Shrimp." Gajeel said coldly, his voice as steely as ever. Something inside Levy snapped.
"That's not your decision!'" She flung her tiny fists against his broad, muscular chest, hitting him repeatedly. Tears began pouring from her hazel eyes. 'Idiot." She breathed heavily as large, powerful hands caught her wrists mid flail.
"It isn't?" Gajeel's voice was playful as he listened to sound of her heartbeat escalating. Beautiful.
"N-no!" She whimpered, glaring in response. She did her best to look intimidating, turning Gajeel's smirk into a toothy grin.
"Gihihi…" He laughed, releasing the solid script mage. He ruffled her hair, earning him another round of slaps and punches to his abdomen. She swatted at him to stop, pushing her little hands roughly into his torso.
"I hate you, Gajeel! I hate you!" She cried, her words freezing him, his playful smile disappearing. She watched horrified as he took a step backward, turning his face from her. Levy placed her hands over her mouth, shaking her head. No.
"I get it." Gajeel's words suffocated Levy, silencing her. She closed her eyes, knowing the next words out of her mouth would change things between them forever.