This one is probably most OOC because Natsu actually has a clue. Shocking, I know. But nonetheless I'm rather happy with how it turned out. Enjoy.
Prompt 4: Deception
Gazille liked to think he was a master of deception. After all he was something of a double—Or was it triple? Quadruple?—agent. And no one suspected a thing. Yeah. He was a master of deception all right. He wasn't one of those sissies who wore their hearts on their sleeves and gave away every little detail of emotion. He was a mystery, an enigma. No one could possibly know what he was thinking. Now, Levi. She was an open book. Every emotion that girl experienced was front and center for the entire Guild to see. Pathetic really.
But now that he thought about patheticness… patheticism… whatever the noun form of pathetic was (maybe he should ask Levi?) he was rather pathetic himself. Because he actually like this pathetically pathetic girl. Pathetic. He should probably ask Levi if he could borrow a thesaurus.
At any rate, his feelings for Levi aside (which he was good at hiding, definitely), Gazille was positive that no one in the Guild had an inkling of his thoughts, intentions, feelings, anything of the like. So the question became, why was Natsu of all people (the densest of the bunch) sitting across from him in the pub rambling on about the inner workings of Gazille's mind. It was unthinkable.
"So I understand that the reason you insult everyone is because no one ever hugged you as a child," Natsu was concluding calmly.
Gazille was seething. How dare he? Regardless of his childhood hugging situation, which he was not about to discuss, what gave Natsu the right to go around announcing these facts like his life had been turned into a novel.
"Also," Natsu said importantly. "I am aware of how you feel about Levi. Don't worry. I won't tell her."
"Won't tell me what?"
Dear gods almighty, what had he done to deserve this? Besides destroy lots of things and maybe kill a few people, but he was good now, right? Gazille could feel a hideous blush creeping into his cheeks and he glanced down at the table, studying a burn mark that Natsu had probably left there at one point or another. He couldn't look her in the eye. He muttered something unintelligible at the table. He wasn't even sure what he was supposedly saying.
"Oh, I see," Levi said, smiling widely. "It's about your crush on me. Well, you know, whenever you want to discuss it."
She wandered off, bouncing happily leaving Gazille gaping in her wake.
"Ahem." Natsu cleared his throat. "I'm not an expert on these sorts of things, but I think you'd have a pretty good shot if you gotafter her right about now."
"Shut the hell up," Gazille roared, but nonetheless followed Natsu's advice.