Chapter 9 Levy picked up her book and walked toward the man of iron, "Mmmm..." She twisted her little feet against the floor, looking nervous, "Would... would you like me to read to you now?" Now, if Gajeel was made of flesh and blood a slight blush would have been visible, but because of his iron he was not capable of showing such emotion, (whoa I almost sounded smart there ;D). "Uh... S-sure, if you wanna." He scratched the back of his head, trying to play it cool. The girl's face lit up bright, she loved to read. And it was no coincidence that she chose Romeo and Juliet. . . . . . . . . . . . . The sun had gone down and she was still reading to him. In fact, she had finished the book. She had just closed the it, "Did you like-" She then saw he was fast a sleep, snoring slightly, "It." She smiled down at him. She noticed his long flowing hair, as black as night. She hesitated. But in the end, she stroked his hair, but quickly pulled her hand away, "Rough." His hair was like needles. She looked at her hand. Then she heard a small voice say, "I'm sorry." And looked back at him. His one eye was open, starting right at her. "Oh...oh no no. It's alright. You're hair it's very..." "Rough?" he added. She opened her mouth, only to close it once again. She then smiled at him once again, the shook her head, "No..." she stroked his hair, ignoring it's roughness which hurt her soft smooth hands. "Please." He suddenly sat up. Even sitting up he had to look down at her. Her expression shown a sign of confusion. He couldn't move though. He was too busy looking deep into her eyes, though she couldn't look into his. After a long time, she tilted her head to one side, "What are you?" she asked in awe. He frowned, then looked away. "I'm..." He couldn't find the words, nothing came to him, "I'm nothing..." He stood up and began to make his way to the door saying, "Thanks for helping today, and... reading." He extended his hand out to the door handle when, "No... wait!" She said, a worried expression on her face, "Wait, please!" She stood up and rushed off the bed, "Wait!" He opened the door, a creaking sound come from it. She hurried herself to him. He took one step outside. Suddenly, he stopped. Mid way. Slowly... he turned his head around, behind his shoulders. Levy had grabbed his arm, squeezing it tight. "What are you-" His eyes burst open as she lifted her head. Small tears were forming in her big eyes. "Please... don't... don't leave me," she said in her small voice. He stared at her for a few seconds. Once again, he hesitated. Then, he put one hand on her face, his thumb wiping the tears away. "I'm not going anywhere..." A/N: Enjoy your feels... #notsorry