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Levy stood still from where Lucy had picked up Gajeel. A silent sigh blew from her mouth. Eyes narrowed, her gaze never left the back of the two brawlers. Lucy limping slowly towards the guild with a Gajeel grunting at every step, leaning against the small blonde. As the guild members continued to watch her in awe, the two were going in a slow pace, soon being stopped by Laxus and then followed shortly by Natsu. The rain fell harder. And Gajeel was no longer in sight.

Unmoving, Levy squinted her eyes, then furrowed her brows. She stayed there as others began to move about, scurrying from the rainfall, and protecting their hair from further wetness. The thing occupying her mind from doing the same was Gajeel. Gajeel's hooded eyes as he let the blonde beat him, letting her drag his face onto the dirt. Giving up at such a brawl with Lucy.

Clenching her fists and jaw, Levy felt the headband in her hair tighten. Without hesitation or one care in the world, she slipped her fingers through the accessory and threw it onto the ground. Watching it become enveloped in mud and hidden from the rest to see. She stepped on it, orange flats becoming dirty from the puddle, nearly sinking her feet.

"Levy." The voice of Jet made her flinch, she had forgotten he was standing next to her. She turned around, staring at the man who was half a foot away. The face he had on looked concerned, scared even as he observed the bluenette. Levy was too busy being irritated to blush from embarrassment, so she walked away.

"You're going to get sick." Levy heard. The sound of Jet's voice brought her discomfort. Making her bite her lip and wish he would just leave her alone now.

Just before she could tell him, she felt something dry and soft hit her head. The familiar scent and fabric of Jet's jacket encased her, laying on top of her damp hair, keeping the rain from drenching her any longer. Levy sniffled then closed her mouth.

"Told you…" Jet murmured, placing a hand on her back to speed up her walking. She flinched at the contact, stiffening her body and making her stand up straight. She didn't mean anything by it, but Jet must have noticed. Because he let go.

Whatever. Levy sniffled once more then brought her head up. The crowd of guild mates in front of the couple were now filing into the guild hall. Mutters of being wet and muddy could be heard as everyone shoved each other to get in first.

A fluff of pink caught her eye as she grazed them over the crowd. Natsu was at the corner of the building. Standing as straight as ever with his fists clenched tightly to his sides. His face looked normal but his eyes were telling a different story. The bubbly Fire Dragon Slayer wasn't smiling or jumping up down, instead he kept his feet on the ground, both of them, as he stared out at the field. His jaw twitched. Natsu, lost in thought.

"Natsu." Levy whispered his name as she passed by him. Her hand tried to reach out for his arm but she was too far.

"Natsu!" She hissed quietly. Jet raised an eyebrow at her, staring at his girlfriend as she peeked from the entrance of the guild. He looked towards the pink-haired boy, he wasn't listening.

Onyx eyes were too distance.

"Levy." Taking her by the arm, Levy felt her weight being pulled back into the guild. He received a low growl from her, but he ignored it, gesturing her to sit down and stray away from the rain.

The bluenette pinched the bridge of her nose, sitting down at the farthest corner table that the dark swallowed. She tried to smile, the thought of Gajeel usually sitting here made her chest flutter. Reminiscing the past is so over rated.

"Do you want anything?" Jet asked as he stood behind her, wrapping his arms around her neck. She felt the point of his jaw rest on the crown of her head. And so is the present…

"No." She said flatly and then brought her hand up, swatting it like there was a fly around. She tried to make her wriggle not as obvious, because she did not want to be held at the moment. The bluenette wanted to sit alone in silence, to process everything that just went on.

"Do you want to be alone?"

The weight of Jet lifted from Levy's shoulders, she looked over to stare at him. Making sure the plead in her eyes were apologetic.

"Sorry…" She whispered.

Jet tucked a blue strand behind her ears, placing a hand on her left cheek where she hesitatingly leaned against. He gave an unsure smile then leaned down to kiss her forehead. The bluenette slightly flinched under his lips, making him sigh softly as he left. As she watched Jet leave, a wince of guilt pinched her. He's going to be fine.

The guild was back to it's regular state. Loud chatter silenced the rain and the music was playing louder than usual. Levy huffed quietly, rubbing her temples and staring up at the second floor. The only source of light coming up from there was from the infirmary. It was opened just a crack, bugging the bluenette, because Lucy was up there, alone with Gajeel. Levy sneered. Her former boyfriend and best friend upstairs. Lucy doing who knows what to the Iron Dragon Slayer.

"I'll take care of him! I promise!" A loud groan erupted from her throat as Lucy's words loitered. The blonde had smiled at her, tilting her head, closing her eyes, stretching her lips to a grin. When was the last time she's seen Lucy smile?

"We're going to get through this together." Lucy whispered as she shifted. Levy nodded into the blonde's shirt, wrapping her arm around her waist line. A few tears escaped her already puffy eyes, soaking Lucy's shirt even more.

They were both laying down, sinking into the mattress of Lucy's pink bed. Both of them stayed still, having only one warm spot in which lay beneath them. Other than that the cold drifted around the two fragile girls. The world lay heavily on each of their shoulders. As if one fly landed on to them, they'd both break.

Levy shivered, a ray of of light warmed her visible arm, making her hide deeper into the blankets. The sun began peeking out from the window. Lucy left it open. She didn't dare to try and close it. Even if it rained or if the wind was blowing too hard. The blonde had said it was a sign of invitation. A gesture she shared with Natsu, where he was free to intrude at any given moment.

Lucy would wait on every passing day. She'd cry along with Natsu failing to show. It hurt Levy. To watch her best friend sit at the window, peering over the sill as she hugged one of Natsu's vest, refusing to wash it, for she feared it might rid of his scent. It hurt her, multiplying it from the pain she was already feeling from the distant Iron Dragon Slayer. Who promised it wouldn't be forever. He didn't get it, a day without him felt almost like an eternity.

"How long has it been…" Levy asked, her voice low and subtle. She felt Lucy wriggle from her hug and sit up. Groaning loudly and bringing up a hand to her head. The two girls were suffering in Lucy's bed for the past-

"Month and a week…"

The bluenette quickly sat, the blood flow from her head creating a major head ache, making her whimper and poke at her temples. Not bothering to fight it, Levy rested her head on Lucy's shoulder, "Lucy… I feel like a huge piece of me is missing."

Her chest beat slowly, the cut in her heart deepening at every thought of Gajeel. The only thing keeping her to continue was Lucy. It was pathetic of her, because he was a boy, and she was young. The saying, "there were plenty fish in the sea" didn't appease her. She wanted her certain dragon.

"I miss them…" By them, Levy knew she only meant Natsu. The pink-haired Fire Dragon Slayer that became a part of Lucy's daily routine. Leaving the blonde feeling like a person who just got their caffeine confiscated after consuming it their whole life.

"Me too, Lu-chan…" With that Levy began to tear again. Her cold skin making her feel the warm drop slither down her cheek.

"We sound like love struck teenagers…" Lucy hugged Levy, the sound of her voice telling her that she was resisting the urge to cry. She wouldn't be surprised if she did run out of tears to keep going on like this.

The bluenette's voice muffled her words as her lips pressed against Lucy's shirt again. "We are…"

Her eyes peeked from over Lucy's arm as she cradled her. The room of the Celestial Mage's was becoming quite boring to see everyday. Her existence fell to a complete nothingness ever since the last time she visited the guild. There was no point anymore… What was it if she woke up to doing the same thing again, to sleep and ling on upon memories that just made her want to cry more. Too long, it's been too long. Levy whimpered. The guild knows why they aren't there. And they didn't say anything about.

They probably worried, much less spoke about it. They were missing their Dragon Slayers too…

"What if we go out, huh? Let's go to the guild later… I'm sure everyone is worried about us." Levy whispered softly, her voice trying to find a soothing tone for Lucy to agree.

"I think Gray was left behind too… Maybe I should check on him…" The blonde shrugged her shoulders. "I'll go… But I still feel like shit… Do you think Gray feels too?"

Levy brought a fist down, softly punching it onto the table, "Dammit, I wish I didn't agree to letting her see that strip mage. This wouldn't have happened."

She set it free, the frown that formed on her lips as her eyes watched her fist tighten. It lead to the pinching of her eyebrows. Lucy was gone, Lu-Chan was gone. There wasn't the slightest of sign that showed the littlest hope for her best friend, especially in that smile. That smile that didn't even reach to bittersweet that was suppose to keep her promise. Staged. Fake. Who wouldn't be able to see through that mask?

The mask that she wore, the one that facaded over her emotions, the walls, the high walls that towered around Lucy, that not even Gray managed to climb. Levy couldn't grasp that idea, that action she did a year and a couple months ago. Where she found herself in Gray Fullbuster. Tch, oh please. Even I knew she wouldn't have settled for less. Less than Natsu.

The thing that proved Levy right was when Lucy broke it off. Bye, bye Gray phase. Running into the arms of another man? The closest man. Che. Pathetic. Levy bit her tongue, mentally taking back the word "pathetic." It wasn't Lucy's fault… Was it? That they didn't talk anymore? No…

Levy stood. Slamming both her hands flatly onto the dining table. Eyes twitching as they stayed on the blonde. Her smile faded into an upside curve. She gulped audibly and then dropped her fork, her head shortly following after.

"Lucy." The bluenette said. The name hesitatingly escaped her lips, feeling bitter as it rolled of her tongue. She was not having it today. Her mood was completely negative ever since she stepped into Lucy's apartment. She couldn't exactly tell why, but the news her best friend shared seemed to tick her off.

"I-I think it's going to be a good thing for me." Lucy spoke calmly and quiet. Her voice itching some sort of comfort that Levy refused to give.

"Gray? Lu-chan, you're kidding me." She retorted, feeling her jaw clench and hands tighten on the edge of the table. The thing caught in her throat made her swallow, she knew Lucy knew she was mad. Yet, she continued the subject, on going about how it's ideal and that it felt right. It's not that there was anything wrong with Gray. Lucy was the one who kept the idea in Levy's head that Natsu was the only one.

"I'm sick and tired of… of…" Lucy whimpered, shaking her head a no as she stood to look down at the tiny person filled with anger. With a last shake, another stream of tears fell, "of being sick and tired, Levy. I feel so lonely right now."

Keeping her voice subtle, Levy loosened her grip, stepping to the side away from the table, "Lu-chan… How do you think I feel? We're in the same boat… It's only been 2 months… Not close to half a year, what if they come back soon?"

Levy watched Lucy back away, her bottom reaching the bed as she held her head in the palms of her hands, "Look at the facts, Levy… They're Dragon Slayers. It's Natsu and Gajeel… They aren't going to give up so fast… For all we know they might-"

"Don't say it Lucy…" Levy shook.

Lucy shot her head up, her lips quivering with puffy eyes that seemed to sicken Levy. "T-They might-"

"Lucy, don't say it." The bluenette clenched her fists while gritting her teeth, tears threatening her eyes as she exhaled furiously.

"Levy- you know that they wo-"

"LUCY! Stop!"

"Won't come back…" Lucy sputtered, bringing her hands back to cover her wet face that's been stained with a red. She cried out a loud no, followed shortly by loud whimpers. That's when Levy knew, her best friend might be going crazy.

She watched her cry. Soon crying herself after a couple of minutes. Lucy was loud, louder than she was as she broke down into her own hands. Not crying by her best friend's side felt lonely, really lonely. It dropped her down into a cavern, her fear of finding no escape never ended. It was then, when she realized.

Lucy had closed the window.

"Gah, no." Levy shook her own head in her hands. Grunting at the head ache she was receiving from the thought of Lucy. Someone else.

"Levy?"

Levy didn't need to look up to see where the voice was coming from. She knew the motherly figured friend was standing in front of her, the look of concern cascading. But she stared up anyway through her fingers.

"Mira!" The barmaid held a glass in her right hand, cocking her head to the side while shaking an aspirin bottle. Levy guessed it was a gesture for her to take some. She tried to smile. Music played louder, the beat started to match the thudding pain against her head. She groaned loudly and quickly grasped the pills.

Mirajane gave a surprised look, but giggled as she set down the glass of water, "You look like you've been suffering for the past 10 minutes." Her fingers landed into the bluenette's hair. Fiddling with a strand as Levy went crazy. The beating of music becoming more unbearable.

"You shouldn't think so much." She sat down.

The young girl brought the cup to her lips. Cold water rushing down into her system, greatly differentiating in her raised body heat.

"Mira, you're my hero." Her cheek lay flat onto the table, Mirajane still playing with blue hair. She chuckled.

"Feeling better?" The white-haired mage leaned over, her lips nearly touching her ears as hot breath brushed her skin. Levy shivered from it, her face feeling warm. She dismissed the awkward feeling and simply responded with a happy groan.

"So… Levy." The barmaid whispered.

Levy didn't have to ponder on what she was about to say. The tone itself being playful and sounding too curious gave it all away. Everyone knew and they were fond of it. It sucked too, because the music was too loud, and the table was too far for everyone else to hear. So Mirajane was able to get away with things like this.

Levy gave a soft chuckle. No matter what situation, the eldest Strauss daughter would not let go of meddling… with love lives. Ugh, what love life?

"I'm not mad at him… I'm just… Upset with myself." She rolls her head to turn away from the barmaid. She can't look her in the eyes right now, feeling as if the older girl would see right through her. She knew what she wanted to ask. So she simply answered.

"You know, Levy. You should apologize to him."

"Yea… I feel terrible." Levy said. Her mind wandered from Jet to Gajeel. Gajeel… The beating of her heart skipped, her chest fluttered, and her stomach filled with butterflies. The thought of Gajeel still made her head go in a daze and she felt disgusted with herself. Jet, Jet, Jet, Jet, Gajeel… Black long hair, red, beautiful labyrinth eyes, arms sculpted so perfectly, held her so closely, piercings that ran on almost every inch of his body… Levy unconsciously groaned.

"Uh…" Mirajane cocked an eyebrow, "… I would feel bad too if I did that."

Yes, I do feel bad. Her chest clenched, the thought of cheating on Gajeel broke her, into a million pieces. Living with the guilt for a year killed her. The thought of Gajeel never coming back was what pushed her, into moving on. Levy, you're pathetic.

"Right…" Levy responded, bringing her head up to finally face Mirajane. The barmaid smiled, then her lips thinned into a line.

"I'm sure Gajeel would forgive his…" She left her mouth opened, "Shrimp."

The bluenette's eyes widened. Mirajane grinned, looking at her like she was a clear piece of glass. Seeing right through.

Makarov stared down, up top from the second floor which acted like a balcony. He stood on the rails, eyeing his children with both his hands behind his back. The heat was getting to him from all the bodies and loud chatter downstairs. A sweat bead had nearly stung his left eye, making him flinch and wipe it away. Everyone seemed like they were having a good time.

That is, except Gajeel and Lucy. Poor Gajeel couldn't even enjoy his own party. Unfortunately knowing the Iron Dragon Slayer, that thought was wrong. He noted the way he heard moaning and groaning, then yelling and screaming from the infirmary room behind him. It caught his attention, but he dare not disturb whatever Lucy was doing. Even if it was what he thought. Lucy would probably kill me. He waggled his eyebrows to himself, giving a large teethy grin. Oh how he wouldn't mind…

Oh Mavis… Makarov pulled at his collar, letting cold wind enter his shirt as he thought no. The haughty image made him sneer and mentally slap himself upside the head just like Lucy would do at times. The girl nearly scarred him, development earning her so much more respect… not to mention the strength in each one of those punches. Makarov rubbed his temple, the spot where she usually chose to hit.

"Master."

The impassive voice made him jump, almost falling off the edge before catching himself by leaning back. He whipped his head and spotted scarlet hair.

Erza walked closer, one eyebrow raised in the dim light. "You seem uneasy. Is there anything bothering you?"

"N-No." Makarov gave a sheepish smile as he cringed from armor that clanked together. He looked back downstairs, roaming the bodies that jumbled together in disco lights and danced to loud music. Erza wasn't down with them, but she was up here, "Why?"

"I'm not really one for parties." The scarlet stated then stood beside him, eyeing the guild members as well. Makarov simply nodded at her excuse.

"So you felt that earlier too?" He asked quietly, referring to the sensation from this afternoon.

"Y-Yes…" Erza replied.

The sensation greatly resembled a burning one. Almost to where Makarov wanted to fall asleep to it. It bursted out of no where in the afternoon during the battle. He knew it didn't come from Lucy nor from Gajeel. Or anywhere in Fairy Tail to be exact. It was a familiar one, one that he rarely felt. It was at a distance, pulsing for at least a minute then completely disappearing. As if it wanted to be found. But Makarov shrugged it off, knowing one of his own would bring it up soon.

"I'm guessing you know what is coming…" He spoke under his breath, crossing his arms this time as Erza brought her head up then down once. Her face paled her lips seemed dry as she licked them.

"Do you know why he is here?"

Makarov huffed out loudly. Letting his eyes fall down to the bar as he closed his eyes. They stayed quiet, listening to the music that his heart followed to.

"No."

It was sucky, sucky. But I had to inform you guys of Levy and Lucy.

Soooo, there.

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