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Chapter 8

Breakfast Time

The dream began with Levi's bedroom door leading directly to a steep staircase, the end of which came with a long hall with large, hazy portraits lining either side. She would walk down that winding hall for what seemed like hours, until she could see a faint red light at the end. There Levi would stop and stare at that light, not moving an inch.

"Miss…Madam…Wake…WAKE UP MADAM!" Levi woke with a start, thinking that she was still in her cottage back home. She yawned lazily and patted down her hair, all without opening her eyes.

"Ah! Good. Now that you're awake, we can pick out some clothes for you before breakfast." That was odd. Who was this lady in her house? Levi opened her eyes slowly, rubbing away the sleep, to see that she was in an enormous bed with a luxurious white canopy. On the other side of the room were a wardrobe and a full-length mirror, which she promptly ignored, searching for the source of the voice.

"I think you would look exquisite in the pink sundress!" There was that voice again. Where was it coming from?

"Where are you? Where am I?" Levi asked hazily.

"Oh dear. It seems you're still half asleep, madam. I'm over here. The wardrobe." Levi's head whipped around to face it, finally noticing the floating eyes and line of a mouth. She sighed as she remembered last night's events, feeling slight anger welling up inside her. Household objects had kidnapped her.

"I'd rather just stay in these clothes, thank you very much," Levi said gruffly. The wardrobe's eyes widened in surprise.

"But the prince insists—"

"Yeah, well he can insist however much he wants," Levi sighed, getting annoyed. "These are my clothes and I would prefer to wear them, thank you," Levi said with finality.

The wardrobe huffed, clearly offended, and said, "Very well then. I can't force you to wear something different in this form. I will tell you this, though, madam. You smell." Levi blushed and sniffed her dress. The thing was right. She smelled like old dirt and must. It was gut wrenching.

"Fine," she grumbled. The wardrobe's mouth formed a small smirk as its door opened swiftly to reveal a small pink sundress with white bows lining the waist.

Levi got up and unhooked it. "What is your name?" she asked the wardrobe.

With a hint of surprise, it replied, "Erza." Levi nodded.

"I'm Levi," she responded. "Treat me well, Erza."

. . .

In the hallway outside Levi's door, Gazille was pacing back and forth, hastily followed by a gaggle of servants in the form of a candlestick, a feather duster, a clock, a teacup, and a kettle.

"Prince Gazille?" the kettle, Mirajane, called out to him. "What are you doing?"

"Yeah!" said the candlestick. "Why the hell do we keep walking around like this? You gotta pee or something?"

"Natsu," the teacup hissed softly. "You shouldn't talk like that to the master!"

"Yeah, Wendy's right! Are you an idiot?" yelled the clock.

"Shut up, Grey! You were thinking the same thing, you damn frosty!"

"Hot head!"

"Bastard face!"

"What the hell does that mean, you illiterate bitch!"

"Here they go again," sighed the feather duster. Gazille growled softly and roared at them, causing Wendy to spill a little tea.

"NOW LOOK WHAT YOU DID!" Natsu yelled. "Wendy, it's okay. That guy won't hurt you."

"Would you just SHUT UP!" Gazille yelled. "I swear you guys are so irritating. Mira," he said, rubbing his temples, "Go see if she's ready for breakfast."

Mirajane, who was consoling Wendy, sighed and nodded awkwardly.

"Lucy, take over for me." The feather duster hopped over, leaving Grey and Natsu grumbling about each other and Gazille.

Mira pushed the door open a crack and called, "Miss! Are you ready for breakfast?" Levi let out an audible sigh, and poked her head out to see the entourage standing outside. She pursed her lips and slammed the door in their faces.

"GO AWAY!" she yelled. Gazille gave an incredulous face and gasped pointing at the place where Levi's head had been. Grey and Natsu laughed heartily at this while Lucy tried to suppress a giggle. Gazille glared at them, and banged on the door.

"GET OUT HERE!" he roared.

"NO!" Levi screamed back.

"Prince," Wendy called softly just as he looked as if he were about to break the door down. "Why don't you try asking nicely?" Natsu laughed.

"Oh yeah! I'd like to see that! Go ahead, prince, ask like a little gentleman!" Gazille snorted and kicked Natsu down the stairs.

"Miss," he growled through clenched teeth. "It would give me great pleasure if you would join me for breakfast."

"I REFUSE!" Levi yelled. Gazille roared in frustration.

"FINE! THEN NEVER COME OUT!" He turned to the group behind him and gestured to the door, then to himself. "If she doesn't eat with me, she doesn't eat at all."

Mirajane sighed as they watched their master stomp down the stairs, kicking Natsu again as he made his way up.

"Grey," she said. "Go get a bowl of porridge."

"On it!"

Author's Note: Yeah. I like humor way more than that dramatic stuff. In the next chapter, look forward to the village and little more Laxus and Freid!

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