Author's Note: I'm sorry it takes so long for me to update! I'm finally on break now so I'll have more time to write and update more often :)

OH and I'm not Japanese so I'm not entirely sure how honorifics work. If my honorifics are wrong please don't hesitate to critique me!

Enjoy.

Chapter 4 - Baka

The next several days it seemed to Levy that Gajeel was avoiding her. Well, not that he seemed to be, he was actually avoiding her. Confused and wanting answers, she had looked for him the moment she had walked into the guild the day after their awkward encounter, but she had been stalled by Jet and Droy who gave Gajeel a chance to quietly slip away.

The next several days were the same, leaving Levy gloomy and frustrated as the Iron Dragon Slayer made it evident that he didn't want to talk. She saw him all somber-like in his usual corner of the guild, tossing glares at everyone that went by. This would have been normal if he hadn't been shooting daggers at Levy as well, which he never used to do. To make matters even more complicated, every time Levy tried to talk to him he would just grunt and try to leave.

By the end of the week Levy had had enough. She stopped her constant efforts of trying to talk to Gajeel and decided to take the matter into her own hands. After saying her usual greetings to Jet and Droy, Levy made her way to the Take-Over mage.

"Mira-chan!" Levy waved her hand towards the barmaid, capturing her attention.

"Ah, Levy-chan! What can I help you with?" Mira noticed a slight blush spread on her friend's face, causing her to smile a knowing smile. "Ohhhh. It's about him isn't it?" She placed an emphasis on the word "him", causing Levy's face flush to a cute red.

"Mira! Don't tease!"

Levy placed her hands on her face, trying to hide her blush. Mira smiled, causing a slight chill to run down Levy's spine. Everyone knew that Mira was the guild's "match maker" and she probably knew everything about everyone in the guild. Knowing her, she probably already had a devious plan hatched to get the Iron Dragon Slayer and the Solid Script mage together. Levy didn't even want to think about that.

"B-but yeah it is. But I only want to know where he lives." She tentatively looked at Mira, silently pleading with her. Mira gave out a defeated sigh knowing that her fabulous plan wasn't going to be needed. She gave Levy a knowing look and didn't say anything but grabbed the nearest napkin and a pen and scribbled some directions down.

"Good luck, Levy-chan." She gave Levy a wink as she passed the napkin to her and Levy just nodded and thanked her.

She clutched the napkin in her hand and made her way out of the guild, heading for Gajeel's place.

Gajeel's POV

Damn. Damn damn damn.

Gajeel was currently lying on his bed, trying to get over a light hangover from the night before. Gajeel had been wallowing in his own misery for the past week. He didn't know what to feel anymore and every time he tried to think things through he became confused by his own feelings. He chose to get drunk at every bar he saw, his ominous presence causing all the bartenders to place a pint in front of him without question. He sighed, knowing that he had to face Levy at some point but he felt that drowning in liquid melancholy was the better idea. He tried his best to stay away from Levy but realized just how much space she had already taken in his heart. Every time he tried to stumble his drunken state to his apartment, he couldn't get her out of his mind. He sighed and got up, groaning at the light thumping in his head as if to punish him for the amount of booze he had last night.

Then he heard a knock. He stopped in his tracks, confused. No one knew where he lived. Well, at least that's what he thought. He had to question his privacy given the fact that the members of the guild had a habit of stalking.

Knock knock KNOCK

The last knock was a lot louder than the rest, causing Gajeel's questioning feet to walk towards his door faster. He grabbed the doorknob, feeling its cool steel before opening the door. What he first saw was a very familiar color of hair – a deep blue, an almost soothing blue leading down to a not so serene mage.

"Gajeel." Her voice was unmistakably dipped with anger.

Shit.