Includes: Gajeel&Levy

Levy POV


Freaks and Creeps

Part 7

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"Wow Levy!"

I panted out a laugh. A bead of sweat slipped down my cheek as dozens of smiles were shone, distant claps and squealy shrieks echoing around the small crowd surrounding me. The cold wind helped cool down my skin; it felt like it was on fire, but I was too happy at the moment to even notice. My spell worked! Perfectly, not even a single slip up!

"That was impressive," I heard from behind me, grasping my attention.

I turned and saw my coven leader, Minerva, offering a mild smile. She was the Supreme, which was a fancy name for the most experienced of our group. She was the strongest, the one with the most knowledge about almost anything, and the one nearly every girl here looked up to. Including me.

The rest of the coven cheered as we both looked up to Fiore University's oldest tree, a bright and shiny sigil ingrained into the bark that shone a beautiful white. It was pitch black outside on campus, but this brightened up the park in a way that couldn't be explained. It was a surreal experience that I don't think anyone could describe, even a wordy girl such as myself.

All that I could say was that it was beautiful.

It was a simple spell really–all I did was connect our souls to the soul of the tree. It's lived here since before the school was even built, and was said to have its roots stretched miles and miles across the land. It was a giant redwood, the mere base of the tree big enough to house a family of wolves if it truly wanted too. It was on a pedestal now, away from where snotty kids could graffiti it or do any other harms. A living relic it was, and now that I've successfully merged our souls as one, the surrounding wildlife and greenery should be much more plentiful.

That meant more lush gardens and trees, as well as more cute little animals coming to live with us. It was simple, nothing extravagant, but I felt proud of it. I really did. And with more beautiful surrounds, came more beautiful feelings that these stressed out students desperately needed.

Twirling my charmed light pen, I saw Minerva walk up to me. My heart skipped at the impressed look in her eye, I found it hard to breathe! She was just so hard to impress, I couldn't help but feel giddy at catching her eye like this.

"For a green spell, I'm surprised you did so well," she had said to me, over the loud chatter of the other witches.

I nodded eagerly, "Yeah! Me too, actually! I usually just stick to my Literary magic, but trying different types was really nice to experience. Thanks again for letting me try this, Minerva!"

She replied in a gentle nod, our attention brought to the fading light of my sigil. The crossed white lines slowly began to dissipate on the bark, sinking into the wood and leaving us to the darkness of the night. Some girls merely turned on their cellphone lights, while others snapped sparks of fire from their fingers and laughed as their friends screamed from it.

"How would you like to help lead next week's trip, Levy? I could use an extra hand," Minerva asked me then. She cracked a smile as my eyes bulged.

"Seriously? You want me to lead?" I blurted at her.

"Sure. You'll have to help with gathering the ingredients though, is that something you can handle?" she inquired, warily.

"Of course!" I gushed. I tripped over some words after I said that, my brain finally catching up to my mouth in a screeching halt. "Wait, we're doing charm lessons, right?"

"Yes?"

I let my lips part to an 'o'. Oh…no. My mind scurried as I scoured over all the items I knew could be used as charms. And one of them…was not so easy to obtain let's just say.

"Wouldn't that include…bone? Like, ancient dragon bone?" I asked of her, timidly.

"Yes…" she looked to me funnily. Then she narrowed her eyes. "Is that going to be a problem?"

I held up my hands, "No! Aha, no no, it'll be fine. I totally know where to get one of those, no biggie!"

Nodding her head at me, Minerva smiled. Her usual, stiff and stern smile. "Perfect. Then I'll be looking forward to our mission next week."

With that and a spin of her heel, I watched as she disappeared into the thinning crowd of our coven. All the girls were slowly making their way back towards the dorms, but I just couldn't even bear to move my feet.

What the hell was I going to do? Where the hell does anyone actually get dragon bone? They've been extinct for eons! Surely all trace of them have been erased off the planet by now! Unless I go excavating in the desert of Alvarez or rob the High Museum, there is no goddamn way I'm getting my hands on a dragon bone.

Shit.

I can't let Minerva down though…I've finally gotten on her radar with all the hard work I do and now I have to go mess it all up? No…no way. There's got to be a way I can do this!


(Two days later)

"There's got to be a way!"

I sobbed into my dorm floor loudly. The carpet fibers were scratchy and dusty against my face, but I somehow convinced myself that I deserved the terrible feeling. I wasn't a single step closer to finding any dragon bone and I had already collected all of the other materials needed for the charms lesson. This was the only thing left! This was all I needed to finish it but it was so hard! I've checked everything, the online auctions, my favorite witch sites, the freaking security levels to the High Museum, everything. All of it way out of a single college student's price range, might I add.

I was at an utter loss.

Dragging myself to my feet, I plopped down into my desk chair. I felt restless, useless, hopeless. Like a failure. I didn't know what to do with myself. I pouted at all my little potted plants that sat on my windowsill, checking on their leaves and soil gloomily. They usually cheered me right up but I was feeling too down. One of the leaves curled around my finger, but I merely sighed. Sunlight poured through the window behind my desk, soaking my skin in warmth and I felt something tug my attention. I looked up and out of the window, my sights halting on the only other thing I could see from this crappy view.

Him. Ugh. My asshole of a neighbor who had so kindly told me to be quiet at nights. I hate him. I sat with my cheek in my palm as he was rummaging all through his room, appearing and disappearing from my view as he seemed to be working on some project. I watched with mild disgust as he chewed a metal nail in his room. Swallowing it whole.

I felt my body freeze. Wait. Swallowing metal? That was… My eyes nearly popped out of my head. I felt a sudden rush of thoughts in my head, my heart jumping as I realized I might have just discovered the answer to all my problems.

It was a theory. Just a theory, but a theory that could seriously save my ass. I mean, what other creatures could consume metal that way, and willingly nonetheless? I hopped up and out of my chair towards one of my massive book piles, brushing my fingers along the spines as I speedily read each of the titles. I skipped from pile to pile, from stack to stack, before I finally stopped.

This History of Lost Magic: Volume 3: Dragons.

Shoving the other books off of it, I flipped open the cover with giddy fingers. I knew that guy had to have weird magic, I mean he had freakin' metal scales on his skin, that wasn't like any magic I had ever seen before. At least, in real life.

Now in books though…that's where I recognized it. I skimmed through the pages of the book, passages and passages about dragons and their powers and skipped straight to their extinction. Then to the only living creatures that still derive from their roots.

The hybrids.

My eyes read swiftly along the page of the half human/half dragon kind that only some know today. They were on the brink of extinction too, as it seemed. Only a select few are still in the current generation. It is known that they are dying off quicker and quicker with each passing child and grandchild.

I guess with no dragons anymore, it's hard to keep the DNA traits from dying out.

I skipped over all of that though and moved straight to their composition. Their anatomy. My heart quickened against my chest as I read that the hybrids shared common anatomical traits from their dragon ancestors, such as the obvious ones like scales and magic. Even their senses were passed down, both smell and hearing were massively enhanced.

Wait, hearing? God…that makes so much sense! No wonder he can hear me at nights from a building away, that idiot had amplified hearing! I personally make sure to cover my entire room with soundproof runes so that I didn't keep anyone up with my noises, it's just when I keep my window cracked that the sounds travel to him. Yeesh, and here I thought I was losing my touch.

Shaking my head, I forced my brain back on track. I continued to read and scoured down the page to the one word I was looking for.

Bone.

Yep. The hybrids share many things from their dragon ancestors, including their very strong and unique skeletal systems. Each of them is personally customized to adapt to their magic, which deviates depending on the type of dragon the human is merged with. Like…metal.

The metal dragon hybrid. That was who he was. That was what he was. And he had dragon bone. Like,actual dragon bone!

I gawked as I whipped my gaze back to him. Of course the world's biggest asshole would be the one person who has the one thing I need! Just perfect.

I stood up though, my back straight, chin high, and eyes fierce. I didn't care who he was, or how scary he looked. I needed this bone, and I was gonna get it. No matter what. I'm not about to let some loud jackass get in my way of becoming the Supreme of the coven. No way in hell.

I cracked my neck, glaring at the man through the window of my room. I'm coming for you asshole.


"Hey~ neighbor! How are you?"

Beady red eyes stared at me like they were searching for my soul. I swallowed as I stood outside Mister Jackasses dorm, my face hot and muscles tight, trying to keep this awful smile from falling from my face. It was strained and way too big I presumed, but I wasn't about to give up on selling this.

"Whaddya doin' here Shrimp?" he grunted at me.

My smile cracked for a moment at that stupid name but I forced it back to perfection. I could see him forcing back a smirk as he glanced down to the mess in my arms.

"I've come to make peace, actually!" I told him happily, "I've even come bearing gifts too! Can I come in?"

His eyes studied me, glancing up and down my frame and narrowing as if he could smell the bullshit airing off of me. I worried for a moment he would slam the door in my face, but was surprisingly relieved that he widened it instead. I made my way through hastily, taking a long and hard look around his room.

Step one: infiltration–complete.

Believe me, I knew that extracting actual bone from my neighbor was not going to be an easy task. Considering that I also did not want to steal one of his limbs, I decided that the easiest access to getting what I wanted was through his mouth. His teeth, to be more exact.

Dragon teeth are something of their own. After reading what I could from that book, I took the liberty to research more about the special properties they owned and what I found was truly astonishing.

Not only are they able to adapt to their magic, but dragons and hybrids alike actually never stop growing tooth replacements. It's the same way that snakes shed their skin, every once in awhile dragons lose their teeth and immediately grow in new ones, stronger ones. This process was a little more relevant with the dragons that lived for hundreds of years, but every now and again the hybrids get new pearly whites. Probably in their molting season as well, or at least near the time.

Fact is though, this guy must have lost numerous teeth sets in his lifetime, and if there was one thing to know about dragons and their hybrids, it's that they liked to hoard shit.

And boy did was I right.

"Wow um…nice place?"

I watched as his giant body stepped over mountains of metal scraps and clothes and just useless knick knacks. I couldn't even make out what color his carpet was. He simply shrugged right by me as he went back over to his desk, where some mechanical/engineering piece was splayed out. Something he was working on, I presumed.

"I know. Real homey. What kinda gifts you get?" he was quick to the point, nodding towards my arms.

"Oh."

I handed over my presents and put them on his bed to check out. It was a nice little potted cactus with a bow tied around it.

He looked at the cactus with a wary glance, something rummaging through his head before his attention diverted to the card attached to it. He picked it up and began to read the long sappy passage I wrote on there about how sorry I was for keeping him up and blah blah blah. I knew it would distract him.

Step two–check.

Step three you might ask? Well that's the difficult part. While I expected something of a mess when I came here, I really wasn't expecting this monstrosity. I'm gonna need a bigger distraction if I plan to snoop around his room without him noticing.

I just know he kept his teeth here. At least some of them? Dragons and their hybrids were said to be quite emotionally attached to things that stayed close to them, inanimate or not. So, if he just so happened to want to keep his dragon fangs laying around, that would be really great for me!

"A plant?" I heard him comment, not sounding all too thrilled about it.

I slowly snuck over to his dresser as he was busy poking fingers at the pot and searched hastily for a jar or a bag or anything. It was nothing but junk though, of course. What a slob. I moved my gaze to the shelves behind his desk and tried my best 'chirpy' voice

"Yup! I figured adding some green to your room would do some good. And it's a cactus you know, so you don't even really have to water it. Just give it some sunlight and you're good to go. You like plants right?" I questioned, spinning back to him as he looked to me.

"I guess?"

I stifled a smirk at the clueless look on his face. Holding my hands behind my back, I sauntered over.

"Anyways, look, I know you and I have had our…differences," I began, ignoring the harsh snort given in reply, "But I want to put all that past us and just forget about it, what do you say?"

My eyes scanned the nightstand table next to him and flicked back to his bored expression. His arms were crossed, back straight and eyes dull. My feet shuffled uncomfortably as I realized how much bigger he was in person. I really did feel like a shrimp compared to him. His clothes were dirty, ripped jeans and a stained t-shirt. Hair a wild mess as always. I counted a lot more piercings now than I ever did across the building.

"You're real shorter in person, aren't ya?"

Our eyes connected in a menacing tension, but I shoved back every insult I wanted to throw at him. I needed him, I needed him to trust me.

"Listen, you giant–"

"Gajeel."

I stopped short on my tongue at that, flicking my eyes to his. I hated how he just bore his eyes into everything, didn't he know how intimate that usually made things? It was like an invasion of privacy from three feet away.

"Gajeel," I tested out, earning an approving nod. I cleared my throat and composed myself, bringing back that perfect smile, "I'm Levy! Nice to officially meet you."

I expected something of a smile in return but my feet simply stumbled as he brushed past me, his voice as deep and gruff as always. "Sure it is."

I stepped out of his way as his eye caught something in one of his metal piles. He yanked out a metal necklace chain it seemed, a locket attached flimsily to the end and dropped it down his throat like he was trying a catch a falling popcorn.

I grimaced as he chewed the chain, the locket inching closer and closer to his lips as he went back to continue on whatever he was doing before I got here. The locket finally disappeared behind his lips at one point and then came a sickening crunch.

"Ow! Goddamn it," he hissed.

I mirrored his sudden flinch as his jaw cracked open, his hands gently plucking out the locket from between his teeth. He held up it up to the light, the metal scattered with teeth marks now and a single hole right in the middle of it. His fingers went to kneading his jaw with a pained hiss.

"What's wrong?" I blurted then.

His eyes flicked to me and diverted to the locket again, giving me a disappointed shake of his head. "Nothin'."

I watched as he poked at his teeth and low and behold, there it was. My golden ticket. A single tooth quivered as his thumb brushed against it, a fang more like, and I couldn't tear my eyes away from it. This just had to be a sign.

He was preparing to lose another tooth! How great was that!

A whirl of thoughts rushed through my head at this new discovery and I had trouble hiding those thoughts from my face. I just wanted to make the biggest goddamn smile.

"Well, I hope you enjoy the cactus and all, I guess I'll leave you to whatever?" I chirped, bringing his eyes back to me.

"Okay," he shrugged. He didn't even really turn around to see me off, but it wouldn't of mattered because I was already long gone.

Yes, this mission was going to be a lot easier than I expected.


If I knew how heavy metal actually was to carry, I would've gotten one of my best friends to do this. Let me tell you, if I knew lugging 50 pounds of premium steel across campus was going to be this much of a workout, I probably would've started with a different plan.

I had to do this test run though, I went all the way to a damn junkyard for this shit and I was going to get that tooth. After a full hour of shoving half my weight to Gajeel's dorm, I finally got the damn thing in front of his door.

Three scraps of sheet metal. The toughest, thickest, hardest kind I could find in that mess of garbage, all wrapped together neatly in a little bow. I took a break outside his door, trying to catch my breath before I passed out and stuck on the little note.

It was anonymous, saying that it was a present from one of his buddies around campus. If he had any friends. Not that I ever saw him with anyone before, but whatever.

My bones cracked as I pushed myself back up to my feet, trying to stay as quiet as I could before I knocked on the door and bolted away. I ran and swerved around the corner, peeking out from behind the wall as I awaited for him to find it.

If anything was going to knock that tooth out, it was this. They acted as normal baby teeth, anything hard enough with eventually make it fall out and then a new one grows in. This would just give it the little push it needed.

My heart jumped as Gajeel's door opened. Oh please don't be his roommate or something. Does he even have one? There were two beds in his room, but all of his crap was everywhere. I mean, I know I got around the roommate requirement but it was no walk in the park to get. Okay, confusing, but nothing I need to care about right now.

I watched silently as Gajeel read the little card on the metal stacks. My stomach squirmed as he cocked an eyebrow at the letter; he didn't look very amused by it. Come on man, take the bait, take the bait.

He stared at the bow on top of the sheet metal and sighed, before picking it up and carrying it inside. Yes! He took it! The door slammed shut after that and I hightailed my ass back to my dorm, bursting through the door and to my window.

I saw the little bow sticking up from the corner of his window; he had it on his bed. I rolled my eyes as he took five thousand years ripping off the wrapping and waited anxiously for him to bite it. One bite, and hopefully that would do it.

He sniffed it, scratched it, banged it, licked it, but did not bite it. Oh come on you giant beast, eat it!

I waited in an anxious puddle as he finally cracked his jaw open, nibbling on a corner before he just decided to crack off an entire piece. He flinched suddenly at that movement, something hurt inside his mouth that he felt the need to knead again. I watched with the biggest, most devious grin as he fumbled with his loose tooth.

Was it out? Did it drop out?

Licking his lips, he dropped the piece of metal back onto the bed. I saw him slunk away from his bed and disappear from my view. No, no, come on man–take another bite! Just one more!

I groaned loudly. Shit. This guy was going to make this so much harder than it needed to be, wasn't he? Of course. That jackass.

But, that was only plan A. I wasn't giving up, not yet.


It was Thursday. I still had half a week left to get this fang from Gajeel. I sat in my room, patiently, quietly, as I waited for Gajeel to finally turn out the lights to his room. It was 11:30 at night, he had to go to sleep soon and if I were to stay silent, as per his wishes, then hopefully he would fall asleep soon too. I had everything set up around me, candles, my books, the chant I needed to say memorized.

I was ready. I had never done anything like this before, but granted I was always open to try anything.

Was astral projection something I should dive head first into? Probably not, but I had an iron will as people said. Who cares if I mess this up and can never return to my body again? I totally have this handled.

The flicker of light across from my dorm had me at a loss for breath. I saw the big sulky shadow of Gajeel trudging around in his room. He slumped in his bed and out of my line of sight, and that's when the race was on. Hopefully with however long this spell needed to be casted, Gajeel would be in deep sleep by the time I was finished. And if popular mythology was right, then dragons were very deep sleepers.

Yeesh, I was literally about to go poke a sleeping dragon. How the hell did I get into this mess?

Shaking off my thoughts, I laid myself in the circle of candles I had in the center of my room. I found feel my heart pounding as I sat there. I stuttered and stumbled over the words of my chant a few times, but as I felt my skin heating up, the hairs on my arms standing, I felt my tongue flow right into the rhythm of what I needed to say.

"Surgere!"

I coughed out a deep gasp. My skin dropped from molten lava to a frostbitten chill, a breathy air in my chest and lungs that I found extremely difficult to adapt to. I felt as light as a feather. As cold as the arctic. As dizzy as that one time I had one too many drinks at that frat party.

"Holy shit," I gasped.

I was floating. Like, in mid air. My arms waved around in a silly attempt to catch my balance, my body slowly hovering over until I was staring at myself on the floor. My muscles were clenched, limbs locked in a quite discomforting position, and mouth parted like I had just spat my soul out from inside me.

Yikes.

Okay, okay. Focus Levy. We gotta get this done before something stupid messes everything up.

I squirmed in my form, floating over back and forth like a balloon swept away in the wind. How the hell do I move like this? I flapped my arms, kicked my legs, nothing. I was just stuck hovering here. Crap, I should've looked this up.

With a few more pathetic attempts, I found my patience thinning. I huffed out a breath of frustration, clenching my fists as I tried to swim away. Can I just go!

"Woah!"

My arms thrashed wildly as I was knocked out of my room. I phased right through the wall of the building and was suddenly flying right above three stories with nothing but concrete to break my fall. Wait, my body was inside. I'm totally fine, whew okay.

But hey, that's how I move! I just…want it! Okay, forward!

I flew across the courtyard and phased through Gajeel's window, slowing down enough to where I could plant my ghost feet on the floor. I looked around in awe. Nice.

Okay, now to find where he's hiding those teeth. I just know they're in here somewhere. I searched quickly and quietly in his room, tiptoeing over everything in case I somehow made any noise.

Thankfully, he was asleep. I expected a big monster like him to be snoring like a bear, but he was actually pretty content when he was knocked out. He was clutching his pillow like it was a lifeline, a harsh furrow in his eyebrows that was a tad concerning. He shifted a bit as I stared at him, freezing up as I heard a soft mew come from beside him.

A cat? That sneaky little bastard, how come he get's a cat?

I rolled my eyes and went back to peeking through his things. I checked under his bed, in his closet, in his boxer drawer for crying out loud, and there was nothing. This was really getting underneath my skin now. I needed that damn tooth.

I scratched at my blue curls and glanced over my shoulder to Gajeel still sleeping. Some not so smart thoughts rummaged through my head. I shouldn't do anything stupid, but…what can I say? I'm desperate.

I snuck back over to Gajeel's bed with quiet feet. Peering at his face, I hesitated at raising my hand. I chewed on my lip at this very bad idea, but I just couldn't stop myself. My finger gently traced his bottom lip, parting his lips open until his mouth sort of fell open. I swallowed, flicking my eyes between his and his lips.

Please don't wake up and kill me, please don't wake up and kill me.

I saw it then. My golden ticket. Just sitting there like a diamond waiting to be mined. Maybe if I could just…push it? It would fall out? I wasn't about to extract his damn tooth, I wasn't that insane okay?

Just dedicated. It was for a good cause.

I grimaced as I slowly lowered my finger into between his set of razor sharp fangs; this was such a bad idea. But, I was already in too deep, there was no turning back now. A soft meow had me jerking in my spot, my eyes connecting with the dark ones of the cat right next to me. It was looking straight at me, oh shit. My hand is still in Gajeel's mouth, oh shit.

One second passed and a multitude of things blew up straight in my face. That cat leap at me, it's claw retracted and death in it's eyes as it flew right through my body and into a pile of metal. I shrieked as well as the tiny demon, clashing, crashing, me falling right onto Gajeel and his bed.

Needless to say, he woke up. His eyes swirled as he startled awake, freezing right onto me with my hand still practically in his mouth and cat crying on the floor next to me. I stared at him wildly before a gasp got caught in my throat.

I coughed. Gajeel's blood red eyes were now my pasty ceiling, hot blood rushing through my veins and heart just about to explode from my chest. I sat up in my dorm room and whipped all around me, before settling back in my circle of candles.

"God damn it!" I yelled.

Nothing! I still have nothing!

I saw a light flicker on across the courtyard and cursed again. Great, now he's going to think he's going crazy. Or that I did something to him. I prefer the first one, if I'm being perfectly honest.

I jumped up and quickly sat in my desk chair, flipping open a random book and reading it quietly. I watched as Gajeel marched his way over to his window, staring at me in my room like a deer caught in headlights. His hand held his jaw, but I merely glanced up to him, forcing the most relaxed, casual expression I could manage at that moment.

I gave him a weird look at the bewilderment on his face. Swiveling away from the window, I closed my book and went back over to my bed. I sighed. Well, that plan was a bust too. I still have no tooth, but managed to traumatize my neighbor from ever sleeping normally again.

Lovely.


This was it. Throughout an entire week, I have tried every single attempt of getting that damn tooth from this idiot, and I still have nothing to show for it. The charms lesson was tonight and I have tried more plans than I can even count. This was it, if this didn't work, then I'm just done for. I'm back to square one, a tiny little nobody witch who can't do anything right.

I was not about to let that happen. I didn't care what it took from Gajeel, if I had to put him under and steal that damn tooth myself, he was going to give it to me. Whether he liked it or not.

"You want me to do what?"

"You heard me," I pressed.

A stranger stood before me, his eyes staring deep into mine like I was insane. I crossed my arms defiantly at his look, nodding back over his shoulder.

"Look I have 20…22…25 dollars here, and I am fully willing to give you all of it if you go over to that man, and punch him square in the jaw." I said, holding up the cash.

This scrawny, skinny little thing of a boy simply gawked at me. He flicked his eyes over to the other end of the quad, where Gajeel was standing in pure daylight. His jaw nearly dropped at the sight of him.

"Are you fuckin' kidding me lady? That guy will kill me if I touch him." he said.

I sighed out of my nose. Licking my lips, I softened my gaze. "What's your name?"

The kid looked to me with a wary glance. "Toby."

"Toby," I chided, "Look, I know that guy over there okay? We're practically best friends, and this is just a prank I'm trying to play on him. I promise you, I won't let him lay a finger on you. You just get a good hit in and dash, alright?"

Toby looked to me in a sad reluctance. Then to my money. Something tugged at my lips as he sighed out a defeated breath.

"…Alright. But I want an extra ten bucks. I'm pretty sure that guy has killed someone before and I'm not risking my life for twenty-five bucks."

And like thirty-five would be any better? Whatever, just do what he says Levy. I pulled out another ten in cash and added it to the pot. He took it with a slow shake of his head.

"Can't believe I'm doing this," he muttered.

I couldn't help the smile on my face. "Make sure you get the left side, right in the cheek okay? It has to be there!"

"Alright, alright," he waved me off. Sucking in a breath, I watched as he took off on his feet across the quad. My heart jumped about as quickly as he ran.

"HEY!"

Gajeel whipped around to Toby flying straight at him. He didn't even get a second to blink before that flimsy little fist smashed straight into his cheek. Both of them toppled on top of each other, but Gajeel seemed to take the brute of it all.

By falling onto the bench right beside him. His jaw smacked against the wood before he collapsed to the ground, a sharp grunt spilling from his lips that silenced the entire quad. Toby tumbled a few times with a loud groan, before seeing the outcome of his action and hightailing his ass out of there. He stumbled away as Gajeel rolled around on the ground, his hands pressed harshly to his lips.

I didn't even realize I was running over until I had to push people out of my way. "Move! Everyone move!"

I came up to his side and slid to my knees as he sat up, a small puddle of blood on the concrete where his mouth was lying. A gooey line of blood was still making that puddle expand, but right as I sat down, he spit out a chunk of it.

And in it, made my heart stop. The fang. The tooth. It finally, finally came out!

"What the fuck–"

"YES!"

I picked the tooth out from the puddle and stared at it. I just couldn't believe it, I actually got the tooth! I could do the charms lesson now! I could impress Minerva again!

I was jumping on my feet before I could even register it. I cackled loudly as Gajeel just looked up to me, at a complete loss for words.

"Did you just–you–"

"I got it! I got it! I finally got it!" I cheered.

"That's my tooth?" Gajeel sputtered. His eyes bulged out as he felt the raw gum where it used to be. He looked back to me in bewilderment. "You got my tooth?"

"Yep!" I laughed.

"You…"

Something came over Gajeel in that instant, something dawned on him in that moment that just had him paralyzed in his skin. He stared at his puddle of blood, then the tooth in my hand, and then to me.

"It was you? All this time, that was you?" he breathed out.

I cocked an eyebrow at him as I rubbed the fang clean, polishing it on my shirt. I held a smirk on my face.

"My life has been a literal hell for the past week, weird crazy shit happening–seeing you in my room at night and–and…" he was at another loss for words. He trained his eyes back up to mine with awe. "You've been doing this! All those freak accidents were because of you? Because you wanted my damn tooth?"

I shrugged a bit at him, "I didn't want to hurt you. If you would've just eaten that metal I sent and let it fall out naturally, we wouldn't of had to go through all this."

"Meta–"

He was flabbergasted. Then he was angry. "I have not been able to sleep, work, eat, or anything because of all that shit happening. I didn't know if there was going to be that stupid sheet metal in my sandwich again or anything! This was the worst fucking week of my life!"

I offered him a scrunch of my nose. "Sorry."

He scoffed at that. I couldn't help but find it funny.

"Well, I'd love to chat and all, but I need to run actually. Got a lesson to prep for, so–" I slowly began to walk away, offering the poor fellow a wave of my hand. He simply sputtered on his words behind me.

"I have had it with you Shrimp! You goddamn asshole! I'm gonna get you!"

His voice mellowed out the further I ran away. I left behind a trail of giggles as he continued to yell at me, and couldn't resist swerving back on my heel.

"Looks like Sabrina the teenage bitch won this one, huh!" I shouted.

He stumbled to his feet at that and began shoving his way through the crowd that surrounded him. He was too slow though, and I had places to be. I felt as though my smile would crack my face in half.

It was a wild ride, but it was totally worth it.


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