Levy vs Gajeel: Mai Hime OST – Mezame

The rain raged outside the metal doors, thick wooden branches cracking softly inside the fireplace. Yet all Gajeel was focused on in the room was the sapphire woman with burned feet, her and her breathing as she fidgeted uncomfortably under his gaze. Her cheeks slowly tinted in a shade of crimson as her feet recoiled at their rough encounter, and then her eyes welled up with pained tears, but she just bit her lip to stifle any pained whimpers.

Finally, after few moments, the monster before her snorted; and she bristled at the mocking murmur that escaped from his lips, so low and rough that she could have mistaken it for creaks of a working machine.

"Well, I guess your mommy hit it spot on, then."

"What?!" Juvia gasped, heart constricting violently in her chest as she paled. "How dare you say that to J-me! And how do you know about the curse?!"

"I know now." He growled, and Juvia flinched, clamping her hands as she was caught sputtering out the information.

"B-But, you knew about J-Juvia's rain."

Rain.

Face unchanging but cringing inwardly, the Dragon whipped his head glance at the blackness of the water chambers of his home and slowly turned back to the pale woman. "Care to repeat?"

"Juvia's curse is an eternal downpour…" Juvia whispered, feeling a lump in her throat as the muscles of the monster's jaw flexed with hidden rage, and her voice turned even fainter. "Juvia… Juvia is the cause of horrible rains, and when Juvia is h-hurt, they worsen-"

There was a hand gripping her throat after that, tips of feet barely brushing the ground, so her voice struck in her throat, eyes bulging out in fear.

"It's YOUR fault!"

"J-Juvia does… not… u-under… stand…?" The witch wheezed out, clawing at the scaled hand as the dragon pressed his forehead against hers and graced her with his most murderous of stares, eyes as slits so thin they were almost invisible.

"She's sick because of YOU! It's your fucking fault after all, bitch!"

"She?..." Juvia croaked out, feeling her vision spin and drops of water start to trickle down from her flesh. However, before she could pass out, the iron grip was released and she fell onto her feet, ending up in a heap on the floor. As she choked and spat, fingering the burning skin of her tender throat, she heard him hiss lowly and viciously.

"You have an hour to fix my woman back. If you fail, you're dead, witch. And not even your fucking storm will help you."

All courage gone at the pain he so easily inflicted on her, Juvia just nodded, and was left alone as the monster went off to fetch his 'woman' - gathering up the pajamas as he went. She watched as he disappeared in the darkness to retrieve the other figure she saw in the darkness, and slowly sat up, hugging her knees. She wondered what kind of a beast was 'she'.

Probably an ill monster similar to that one. And she knew nothing about serpents. In the end, Juvia will most likely end up as a roasted meal for them anyway.

And she won't be even able to fight back, because the sacred fire did, indeed, badly break the control of her witchcraft.

Pushing her face into her knees, the water woman felt a sense of dread begin to set into her stomach, the lump getting larger as she heard the footsteps return – heavy and clanking like a death bell. She never imagined she would go down without a fight, without a chance to fight, but it seemed to happen again.

"Witch." The beast man growled, and she glared up at him, but then caught the sight of the girl in his arms.

"Och my goodness."

There was a sense of wonder in the sentence, Juvia realized, when it escaped her lips.

Swaying brokenly on her feet as she stood, taking a look at the little, flushed maiden with a crown of cornflower hair streaming down Gajeel's chest where her head was resting against it. She was wearing a long sleeved pajama shirt, a blanket wrapped around her legs and torso, partially hiding the delicate bronze threads forming little pretty designs on it. The woman turned her gaze to the beast as it glared at her, and back at the girl, as she shifted. When she coughed, Juvia was alarmed by the intensifying blush on her cheeks and reached out to touch her forehead.

"Don't touch her!" Gajeel bit out suddenly, jerking away from her touch before she could check the girls temperature; staring at the offending palm and searching for any spell attached to those long fingers and unkempt fingernails.

"Juvia has an hour to help the woman." The bluenette whispered, keeping her hand still. "If she won't, The Serpent will harm Juvia. So Juvia will help her."

"Of course you will." The man snarled. "But you tell me what you're doing to her. One wrong move, an attempt to harm her…"

"Juvia understands."

After that, she took a slow step forward, and was met with no resistance as she touched Levy's forehead and then checked her pulse, keeping her voice soft and firm as to not startle the man.

"What is the girl's name?"

"Levy." Gajeel answered, staring at the older bluenette as she hovered above Levy, brows knitted in concentration.

"Very well. Levy seems to have a simple cold, but it seemed to quickly become very serious without treatment. She has a fever – and is exhausted, so Juvia will recommend to lay her down inside her bed and put a wet cloth on her head. Then she'll need rest for about ten hours, while Juvia will take the herbs stocked inside her cupboards and make a warming herbal brewage for her running nose and coughing…" She pulled back and bit her lip harshly, hoping she sounded professional enough because the burning embers of the dragon's eyes were on her and he seemed to still want to strangle her. "A-And prepare a stack of towels and a large bowl if it would be needed… Will that help?"

"How long have you occupied my den?"

"A week." Juvia squeaked, hands inching up to her face instinctively. "Juvia used a b-bit of food to survive and herbs on her f-feet…"

"And how the fuck did you get up here with those limbs?"

The witch didn't answer him, but he caught the slight move of her lips, so maybe she was just too quiet.

"Well?"

"…Juvia… turns into water…" She raised her voice a little, eyes downcast and shaking lightly. "…Juvia is impossible to harm because she turns into water… Juvia swam up the stream, and climbed the waterfall with the last of her powers… And now the witchcraft is blocked…"

Gajeel wasn't stupid. He put the two and two together easily enough.

"You were burned, weren't you."

And then, he turned around and went to settle Levy down like she advised him to.

Juvia slowly limped after his retreating figure, unsure of the situation. He made it sound like he let her off the hook, temporarily. Then again, you never know.

OVA – The fans receiving:

"Okay…. This is it?" Asked Skafe, raising one questioning eyebrow as the chicken leg was frozen midair along with his own hand, halfway up to his mouth. From above his head could be hard whistles as various home-made weapons sailed mid air and embed themselves into the stage. Forks, knives, even a trident here and there were a common thing, few of the more dedicated fans firing from their guns or checking the hardness of their mallets.

"Y-Yes!" Squeaked Heart, a permanent wide eyed expression paling to the Twilight point as she saw Ulcaasi taking aim of his beautiful black monster, 'Grammar Nazi' written neatly in gold letters on the side of the barrel, followed by an intimidating swastika. "B-But I have a reason, G-GUYS-"

Her salvation in form of Thinkette swiftly broke onto the stage, pushing the poor author out of the way of a random rocket.

"Och dear, och dear!" HG12's fellow friend mumbled, holding the petrified redhead as she spotted Pikinanou along with her children, dressed in black and glinting with their shades. "Over there!"

"Yeah, over here!" Screamed Valkyrie, waving a toxic green pompom from behind Pikina's head. "Let's get some cover and let HG12 explain!"

Thinkette nodded, biting her lip and lifting Heart up princess style, before she broke into a mad run into the crowd. And the crowd, it was madness. Someone singing about Excalibur tumbled down in front of their legs and the flower-wielding blonde had to perform a somersault to dodge the obstacle – a random 14-year-old squealing in the distance at the flamethrower brigade led by the 'Dissapointed'.

"Jesus! This is madness!" Skafe eloquently cried out, a boomerang secured in his hand. "HG12, if you feel like peeing yourself over this entire ruckus, don't worry! I've got your measures!"

"Quickly descending." Pikina nodded stiffly as they reached the safe corner with an overturned table. "And what the hell are you talking about?"

Skafe shrugged slyly. "PM."

"Hey guys!" Ulcaasi greeted them with a 'Yo!' gesture as he jumped behind their overturned table. "Are we getting out or something?"

"Weren't you shooting at her?" Valkyrie hummed, pointing at HG12.

"She gave me orders to do it." Ulcaasi braced himself with his arms above his head. "Doesn't mean I'm not on your side!"

"Ach well." Thinkette sighed, looking for the escape window she left open just for such cases. "Let's get outta here quick. Disappointed is ruining the place."

There was a nod of agreement as everyone scampered off towards the exit.

Ten minutes later, the copter with TDP insignia was sailing through the air, Medley's face scrunching up in confusion as she turned on the autopilot and whirled around on the pilot's chair. "You're kidding me?"

"Nope." Hummed Skafe as he watched Niezapominajka pet a traumatized HG12 on the head and shush her in a foreign language of the country the shape of a trollface. (Polish) "Not at all."

"Well, that certainly is a bother. Guess she won't get much reviews out of that little piece of writing." Worried RomanticVoltaire.

"It's definitely better than nothing." Argued Demon, kneeling by the shaking author. "Heart? What the hell happened since we last saw you? I mean, you've been to Deviantart and made me that cover for Kurogane, but then?"

There was a tense silence after that, everybody waiting for the redhead to speak.

And she did, after few moments of silence.

"W-Well, after… You know… 297…"

"We know." Urged her Pikina, placing a hand on her shoulder as well. "Writer's block?"

"Terrible." Weakly croaked out HG12. "And the 1st of November. You know, Grandpa's dead, I told you. And a computer virus, and a real life virus making me sick. And school. Lots of school."

"Anything else?" Asked Valkyrie quietly.

"Lazy bug scared off my plot bunny." Mumbled Heart. "And… And…"

"And what?" Whispered Ulcaasi, leaning forward in his chair, the tension slowly rising to overwhelming levels.

"Dragon Ball." HG12 bit out finally, before curling up and covering her ears in her black headphones and shutting herself out in the trance of epicness.

…

"Damn it." Cursed Demon softly, looking around the surprised group of reviewers, everyone varying in the degrees of shock. "I knew it was bound to happen when FT has situation like this. Endangered OTP, damn that Mashima."

"Can't she wait it out?" Valkyrie mumbled.

"You can't wait DB out." Skafe bit into his chicken leg. "If anything, you can wait Fairy Tail, out."

"Don't worry." Smirked Thinkette, sharing a look with Medley, whose elbow was dangerously close to clicking the autopilot off. "TDP is definitely going to be finished. She's put too much, well, heart, into it. It's almost a year since she began writing."

"Yeah." Agreed HG12 suddenly. "Even if I lost the papers with the plot, I'm already writing it all down on another set."

There was a moment of stunned silence.

"YOU DID WHAT?!"

~HeartGold12 really lost her plot regarding the middle of Tower arc and who was supposed to fight who, thus making HG12 have suicidal thoughts as a writer. OVA starring my faithful reviewers and friends, Skafe, Ulcaasi, Thinkette, Pikinanouart (and her daughters), Valkyrie99, Medley Nightfallen, Niezapominajka, DemonLover8115, RomanticVoltaire, and the Dissapointed anon as well as that random girl who sang Excalibur and another who gave me a rather pointless review about turning 14 recently. Um. Happy birthday? I'm glad, I guess.

Now, off I go! *Runs away*