Chapter Four: Paint Wars
Gajeel
Gajeel grunted as he added another boot print to the multitude already marking his door. Said wooden device swung open obediently for him and he stepped inside. The horrendous pink fluffy thing was still taking up residence on his couch, along with another bundle of fabric that he recognized as Levy's hoodie. He gathered up the pink blanket in his arms and stuffed it in his closet again. He remembered that he'd offered it to Levy for her to keep, but there was no way he'd be caught dead touching that thing outside his house. He'd prefer not to have it inside his house, either. He made his way back to the couch and picked up Levy's hoodie. The iron dragonslayer neatly folded the hoodie—yes he could fold neatly—and walked back towards the still open door. He tucked the bundle under his arm and pulled the door shut before striding down the road that led to the guild.
After a short walk, Gajeel got to Fairy Tail and peeked inside, but Levy wasn't there. He decided she must be at her house and he turned around.
After twenty or so more minutes of walking, the shrimp's place finally came into view. He could see her standing just outside her door. Gajeel had no idea why, she just seemed to be standing there and waving at the door with something in her hand. Why would she wave at the door while hold a paintbrush? Oh. A paintbrush. She was painting the door. Gajeel continued walking towards her. When he got close enough that she might possibly hear him, he placed the jacket down and tried to muffle his heavy footsteps to see how close he could get. Unfortunately it seemed that Levy did hear him.
She turned as Gajeel opened his mouth to greet her but he never got the words out. He nearly keeled over laughing as he saw that she was covered in paint. Well her hands were. And her nose and cheeks had lines of paint on them, making it look like she was trying to impersonate a small furry creature.
"What?" Levy pouted, apparently not knowing about the paint on her face.
"One bunny girl is enough." Gajeel managed to calm his laughing, but a grin was still spread across his face.
Levy looked very confused. "What do you mean?"
"Go look at your reflection."
The solid-script mage walked over to a window to examine herself. When she saw her own face, she blushed, the red of her cheeks contrasting with the midnight blue smudged across them.
Gajeel noticed how tidy her back was compared to her front. Suddenly, a wonderfully awful idea came to him. Dipping both hands in the paint tin, Gajeel snuck up behind her and grabbed her butt, leaving two very nice hand prints. It really wasn't the smartest of moves, but at least he could cross one thing off of his bucket list.
Levy let out a shriek and turned around. Gajeel actually did keel over laughing this time. So worth it.
Levy
Levy could tell that her cheeks were bright red. She picked up her discarded paintbrush and, wielding it like a sword, slashed a line of blue across Gajeel's chest.
The dragonslayer laboriously stopped laughing, looked up at her, and said (in what could only be described as a playful growl), "Oh, it's on!" He dipped his fingers in the tin again and flicked the blue paint at her.
By now, Levy was only pretending to be angry: made obvious by the fact that she was trying (and failing) to keep a smile from her lips. She ran the paintbrush over two of her fingers and leaped at Gajeel, aiming to make football streaks under his eye. The dragonslayer didn't dodge her attack, rather, he lunged into her attack, wrapping his arms around her and making another two hand prints, this time on her back.
Levy took the paint that was on her hands and smeared it on the back of Gajeel's neck. Gajeel set her back down and scooped up a handful of paint. Artlessly, he flung it at Levy, splattering it across her already messy front.
Dipping her hands in the paint, Levy curled her hand into a fist, punching Gajeel in the chest. She knew it wasn't hard enough to hurt him, just enough to leave a fist print on his shirt. The iron dragonslayer grinned and ruffled her hair with one of his paint-covered hands. Levy grimaced thinking about how hard it would be to wash out.
As revenge, the small girl took the paintbrush and ran a streak of blue down Gajeel's long hair.
Gajeel
Now he'd really have to take a shower. Gajeel looked down at the paint tin. There was barely any paint left in it. Just as he was reaching to dip his hands in once more, the shrimp grabbed the tin and dumped it over his head. Gajeel felt the trickle of paint down his head and into his face. There was only one thing to do.
Shaking his head like a dog, Gajeel managed to splatter Levy with more paint, giving him the last hand in the paint war. He grinned as Levy spat paint drops out of her mouth.
"Anyways," Levy said, "Did you come here for a reason or did you just decide you were lonely?" She stuck her tongue out as she smiled at him.
"Oh right," Gajeel remembered at her prompting, "You left your hoodie at my place so I brought it here." He pointed to the pile of fabric he had left (luckily at a safe distance from the paint war) on the ground.
"Thanks!" She replied, and walked over to the hoodie then paused, looking at her hands. She seemed confused as to how to pick the hoodie up. Right, she had paint all over herself. She probably didn't want to get the jacket all blue.
"Well I can't get it right now," The girl laughed, "I think I'll go rinse off. You can use the guest shower if you want."
Gajeel weighed his options. He could either go back home looking like a blue slime monster, or he could wash the paint off and then spend more time with Levy. The latter option seemed much more inviting.
A/N: Over the past few days I have been religiously checking the view count for this story, slowly watching it go up and up. Every new view means a lot to me and I want to thank you all for reading! Our next update is Friday with Chapter 5: Stories.
Until next time,
-Kat and Kat.