I caught Gajeel giving a odd look, I was interrupted by Mira giving me my drink. Slyly, she caught my gaze and she went on about how she can imagine our children. Lucy joined her and I couldn't do anything to stop them. So I passed out on the bar counter the life floating out of my mouth comically.

"So." Both of them loomed over me, eyes glinting. "The Festival is coming up, everyone has to wear medieval attire and with," They stared down at me, "A partner."

"What?" That's when the rest of my soul escaped. I became a lifeless mush on the floor, rolling around aimlessly. Medieval attire, I'm fine with. But a partner? No, no, impossible.

Lucy picked me back up and molded me back together. "Come on, it shouldn't be that bad." Mira smiled a little bit more encouraging, before she went away to serve another customer. Lucy took the seat next to me.

"Lu-Chan." I groaned, finally remembering last night. " I think...I'm doomed."

"Why? Did you two…" Lucy smirked.

"NO!" I pursed my lips, "You're so perverted, Lu-chan. We got drunk and really weird things happened."

She covered her mouth, "Ohoho. No touchy touchy, Levy-chan."

"Lucy-chan!"

"Kidding, Levy, kidding."

Jet and Droy came running to me, like little dogs waiting for praise. "We gave Gajeel what he deserved!" They had no injuries, but looked slightly tired.

"WHAT?" I bolted out of my chair, and he was nowhere to be seen in the guild. "Where is he?" They looked confused at my outrage.

"A-at the tree in the south park." Droy defeatedly answered. Trying my best not to let the rage show in my eyes, I ran off to the tree. "Solid Script; Speed." My pace increased dramatically. There I found Gajeel collapsed at the foot of the tree. I slid down next to him, his clothes tattered and he bruised. "Baka Gajeel, why did you not fight back?" I demanded as I tried to pick him up, tears threatening to spill.

"Hey, Shrimp. I just thought I deserved it." He answered casually, I could hear how hurt he was no matter how hard he tried to hide it. Somehow, I lifted him and led him the the guild. Everyone stared as we entered, Mira placed down her towel and looked more serious.

"Lisanna, get the kit." Mira directed her sister, who nodded dutifully and took off, Elfman lifted Gajeel, who had passed out, to the back of the guild, where the guest beds laid. Jet walked up to me and placed his arm on my shoulder. In a flash, I twisted his arm behind his back, his face in pain.

"Don't touch me. Don't come near me, don't talk to me." Everyone stared in awe, little bookworm Levy, turned into a little spitfire. Droy and Jet were shocked, "I-I." I held my head, which had a new set of ringing. Then my legs ran out of that guild at top speed. Lucy was about to follow but Mirajane, held out a hand to stop her, while looking off at my running figure.

Erza crossed over to them, "Sometimes she needs time by herself." Natsu just grinned looking impressed.

"Lil' Levy's growing up."

Where did I go? What were those jerks thinking? Coming to my senses, I found myself in the shed (Yes took this from Catching Fire) of Fairy Hills, my dorm. I curled up in a ball, head in between my hands. Gajeel could have died, knowing those two! The image of him injured, tired, helpless, flashed in my head. Those jerks! They did it for me, I know. But that fact just makes me feel responsible. Guilty. How long have I been here? It's already the middle of the night, no one has come for me. Then loud knocks sounded at the door.

I looked up, conscious of my tattered dress and messy hair. "Leave me alone.'' My ragged voice was barely audible.

The knocks no longer came, a bittersweet feeling. They left with a feeble attempt to coax me out, but they left me alone so I can cry more. It's my fault. I have to take responsibility sooner or later. I thought, tears dripping from my face to the floor. A loud BANG resounded from the door. My eyes widened as my head jerked up. Then with a final bang, the door came crashing down, a grinning Gajeel behind it. "Gihi."

"Gajeel!" I stood up in shock, "I thought you were hurt." I stood up a little too quickly, my head rang.

"I was, but I recover fast." He grinned cockily. It was all I can do to not to throw myself into his arms. "Oi, I got the best idea ever." I looked at him oddly, "We're going to drown the world with happiness."

"My tears?" I asked jokingly.

"Nope, wine." He grinned holding up the wine bottle.