REWRITTEN!
"Premonitions"
Chapter 7: Redfox in Carnival
The sun was setting. Orange and blue mixed in the vast sky. The carnival had everything: toys, games and even a miniature amphitheatre. After hours and hours of walking here and their, the group finally found a stall that caught their interest, excluding Gajeel of course.
Gajeel had a different story though. He was bored. So damn bored. He was feeling something different and a familiar scent had been bothering him since they got into the carnival. This uneasiness and tension filled his air. The carnival was great, yes, but the caretakers were shitty, not to mention weird.
This made him look over his shoulder for every 3 minutes to see if Levy and the 'Little Devil' were alright. He was walking too far ahead. He abruptly stopped and turned around as he heard a squeal from the bluenettes.
The two immediately ran to him. They begged him to play for the cute fluffy stuffed cat plushy. The begging seemed to last for hours and hours, making the dragon-slayer even more irritated.
"For the last time, I ain't gonna play that game for a stupid toy!" Gajeel snapped at Levy and Metalicanna who was staring at him with puppy eyes. He rolled his eyes and tried to walk away. A heavy tug was felt on his shirt. It was Levy, who stared at him with teary-eyes. He sighed, for what seemed to be the 20th time inside the carnival.
He walked to the counter and slammed jewels. Levy and Metalicanna squealed in delight and clapped their hands. The Iron Dragon-slayer rolled his eyes and glared at the caretaker who was shivering. "How do you play this?" he asked the man huffily. His eyes fixed on something else as he felt the tension growing.
The man was short. He was wearing a velvet black suit, same with the rest of the employees in the carnival. He had long raven-colored hair and huge ember eyes.
"Y-you aim for the d-dragon that's chasing the hu-humans with this" the man managed to squeak out. He gave Gajeel a bow and arrow, supposedly to hit the dragon. "You get t-three trials with t-ten shots ea-each" he added.
"Tsk" Gajeel scoffed as he hastily grabbed the bow and arrow from the man. Gajeel aimed for the dragon, but it struck him. Why hit a dragon if his foster parent was one? He smirked and changed the aimed to the humans and started shooting.
"NO! NO!" the man said. "Aim for the DRAGON!" the man protested.
"No" the Iron-Dragon slayer turned to walk away and slammed the bow and arrow on the stall's counter, but then Metalicanna tugged hard on his pants and cried. "FINE!" he grabbed the bow and arrow again and changed the aim for the dragon. It took only a shot to hit the fast moving dragon.
"Here's your toy!" the man gave Metalicanna the cat plushy that hung on the prize section. The little bluenette jumped up and down with joy as she danced with the plushy.
Gajeel tried to hide the grin on his face, but the smile got out of control and went out without his permission. Levi just couldn't help seeing Gajeel with a smile whilst seeing his 'daughter' dancing with glee while holding up her new plushy, that Levy started to nod her eyebrows at Gajeel with a happy smile on her face.
Gajeel rolled his eyes and Levy stifled her laugh. They were making their way through the stalls once more.
"Daddy! That one next!" the little bluenette pointed to the theatre district. Without another word, she ran off to the ticket booth of the place and had sparkly eyes while waiting for her 'parents'. Levy pulled the Iron-Dragon slayer and ran off to where the child was.
After minutes of getting theatre tickets, the group finally settled down on the front row seat. No, they didn't even know what the play would be about. They patiently waited. Levy sat next to Gajeel, holding Metalicanna on her lap as she hummed.
Uneasiness rose its way to Gajeel's body. It could be the feeling of being watched or Levy sitting next to him while humming, the latter maybe. Gajeel was looking over his shoulder again. His blood turned cold when a weight was felt on his shoulder. His head turned, with caution of course, and saw Levy sleeping soundly. A light blush crept on his face.
All of the lights then turned off. The Iron-Dragon slayer was alarmed and immediately woke Levy up. The familiar scent suddenly got closer. The light's turned back on. The stage was now decorated in a vintage setting. There was a balcony with a rose garden underneath it.
"Two households, both alike in dignity,
In fair Verona, where we lay our scene,
From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,
Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.
From forth the fatal loins of these two foes
A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life;
Whose misadventured piteous overthrows
Do with their death bury their parents' strife.
The fearful passage of their death-mark'd love,
And the continuance of their parents' rage,
Which, but their children's end, nought could remove,
Is now the two hours' traffic of our stage;
The which if you with patient ears attend,
What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend" the chorus sang.
Mumbling was heard beside Gajeel. Levy groggily sat properly and rubbed her eyes. She gave out a yawn. "Oh, thanks for waking me up" she muttered.
"No, that's not what I meant!" Gajeel exclaimed in a half whisper. "Shorty, you better put 'yer guard up. Something's smells funny" he added. Levy stared at him and nodded.
The play was starting, no doubt about that. Gajeel was paying no attention to it all. He was alert and turned his right hand into an iron pillar. Levy was completely drawn to the play. It was one of her most favorite tragic love novels.
The familiar scent drew close to them. Gajeel stood up and dragged Levy to the direction of the scent. They ran out to the backstage of the theatre. Gajeel stopped and sniffed the air once more. He pointed to that back door and ran out.
"Wait up, Gajeel!" Levy ran.
"Hey you-!" Gajeel shouted to the man who ran fast ahead of him with two cloaked subordinates running close to him. "What the-?" he blurted as the people took of their coates.
A/N: EVERYTHING STOPS HERE! Hehehe! I wrote this chapter again cuz it really bothered me! I just hate the grammar with the last one so yeah. HERE IT IS! Sorry for the late update! I'm TRYING my very best to please you guys so please don't hate me.
Okay, so now I'm pretty sure you have guesses of who these people are. But have this in mind, the familiar scent is not coming from these three. Kukuku
STAND. BOW. BYE. AYE SIR!
