Gajeel's eyes snapped open to the sun ray streaking in through the window. Groaning, he twisted in the bed trying to go back into the darkness. But when he was awake he could never go back to sleep. Sleep was a limited luxury for demons. He only got tired every so often, and when he did, it was a peaceful five minutes before his eyed popped back open off their own accord.
Sighing, he swings his legs off the side of the bed walking groggily to the shower. His hand crushes the shower knob in his hard grip as he turns the water on. After it made a sound like a screeching chalk, hot water poured down his back. Any other person would have probably had second degree burns, but it felt good against his rough scaly skin. He drags a hand through his wet black mane as the water cuts off and he slips out. He vaguely wondered if Levy was up yet as he wrapped the white towel around his waste.
His eyes flash to the fogged mirror beside him. He was met with red eyes that were looking up at the spiraling horns on his head. A monster... Rage suddenly bubbled in his chest and his hand lashed out, his fist making contact with the glass. It quaked and shattered in a flash, the glass splintering against his fist. He was panting, sweat mixed with water was trickling down his face. He heard the sound of his own blood dripping to the floor in plum droplets. What am I doing? He drags a hand down his face, scale on scale. "Gajeel?" Came a monotonic voice outside the door. "What?" He snaps, the water maiden's voice like sand paper on his wavering nerves. "Juvia heard something crash, are you unharmed?"
"Yeah, peachy." He says sarcastically as he opens the door, only to stop dead in his tracks when he see's Levy standing before him. His cheeks flame red and he takes a step back into the bathroom. His face twists into a frown, feeling exposed. Not in the way a normal man would feel. But he was...naked.
His gray scales all the way visible, his hair was slicked back to show off his demonic horns, and the faded scars across his skin were more the noticeable. "What's she doing here?" He demands closing the door so that only his face was showing. "Mcgarden-san has asked Juvia to bring her to you." Juvia says slightly confused at why Gajeel was hiding. "No need to be so happy to see me." The girl says sounding offended.
His face screwed up in confusion, why was she not horrified?...Then he remembers, remembers that she was blind. If she wasn't, she would react like all the rest did. He slowly opens the door wider and wider until he was standing before them once again. "What do you want?" He asks walking cautiously out of the bathroom.
She narrows her eyes at his tone but complies anyway. "I have decided that I will stay here as long as you want me to, and do what you ask without question. But I have...A favor to ask." Her tone changes on the word favor. And her gray eyes nervously dance back and forth. Gajeel lifts an eyebrow, wondering what she could want so badly that would make her come and ask. "What?" She hesitates and rings her hands. "I...Want to visit a friend." She says slowly, softly. "Out of the question." He says immediately. "Wha-Why not?"
"Because." He says walking over to his dresser, he felt a headache coming on. "Because why?" Levy presses, sounding just like a child. "Because I said so!" Gajeel snaps, messaging his throbbing temples. Damn this isn't a good time...I feel... "But I don't understand she's just a-" "Shut up!" He growls loudly. His red eyes were blazing and his chest was heaving. "I said no. So just shut up! You're such a pain in the ass!" He shouts. His voice rang in the room and it was followed by unsettling silence. Juvia stood in shock at his sudden outburst, her mouth hanging open like a fish. Even Gajeel was surprised with himself.
Levy blinked and blinked again. Her heart was beating in fast thumps that hurt her chest. She felt moisture gathering in her eyes. "Great. Well bye then." She breaths, her words barely audible. She could hear Gajeel start to say something but she leaves the room. Why did I even think about staying? Her feet skid across the polished wood floors. He's not a nice man. She stumbles up the stairs. I'm scared. Her fingers clutched the door to her room. I want to go home.
Gajeel stood in the his room, now alone... He snapped. He finally snapped. She probably hated him now. She probably thought he was a monster. He stares down at his clawed, scaly hand before him. Even if people hadn't heard the stories..Even if they didn't know what he was... Even if they couldn't see him...they would still run...Because...he was a monster...