p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;" data-p-id="b1df17e12aa2704c3219c05869809263"span style="box-sizing: border-box; font-weight: bold;"Heyo! Yeah well this might be short...Again I am so stumped. This is probably not the chapter you are expecting but it might be interesting. I am really sorry it might get boring. I have many ideas for this. I just need to write these stupid parts to get there. You would think that the ship getting together would be fun to write, right? Well I don't know why it wasn't... Well I'll get writing.../span/p
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p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;" data-p-id="4dc678b96731b48275e3fe9b9f479295"And am I just supposed to leave Juvia em style="box-sizing: border-box;"alone/em like that? She can barely get through the day without me. They said I'll be going to the same school but...This is all just fucking stupid./p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;" data-p-id="14708190c424f07370c2e9aeb4ec304a"I grabbed a few of the boxes and started shoving my random belongings into them. em style="box-sizing: border-box;"Books...Papers...Action figures...Posters...comic books...A stack of gaming magazines that I get in the mail every month...Stacks of Ps4 games...A few scrapbooks Juvia made.../em/p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;" data-p-id="6e7e35a08e6e2a359caaf43218ce839e"There was knock on my door and I grumbled a "Come in..." God. I sound as if I'm about to cry. Our head nurse, Ava-Sensei, walked in. "Gajeel-kun," She walked in and sat on my bed, "Are you almost done packing?" I nodded./p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;" data-p-id="b04611e8412dcafd4cc65cb6150ad009""Are you okay?" I shrugged. "Come here." She patted the bed next to her. I obliged and sat next to her. "Gajeel-kun. Look at me." I turned to look at her, just to be pulled into a hug. I tried pushing off of her but she held me tighter. "Gajeel...Let me comfort you...You really need it. You are about to have a huge change in your life."/p
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p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;" data-p-id="0505764e944b3eb86df16146be6d68ff""Levy. Please will you cooperate?" "I hate wearing this." "Levy." "Fine, mother." Levy stood there as two maids tightened the bow on her kimono. She sighed and looked down at her outfit. em style="box-sizing: border-box;"'This sucks.'/em/p
p class="" style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;" data-p-id="0dff9fcf0530ea9e3ecf9b1e9eabba00""We have to do your hair also. We will help you take the kimono off. We hoped it would fit correctly but we will have to adjust a few things. Come this way." Levy followed the maid into a room where her mother had left to wait in earlier. "Levy. We will have to fix that blue hair of yours. I do not know why I ever let you keep that color." "Wait! I like my hair! I don't want to change it again!"/p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;" data-p-id="4b43887ad1ef927b95620389279d73dd""You have to look as if you resemble your father. Your blue hair does not look natural. It must be fixed." "What color...?" Levy asked. "Black, of course." "Miss Levy. Your hair has gotten quite long." The maid said running her fingers through Levy's hair that now reaches halfway down her back. "Yeah...I hate it." Levy mumbled the last part/p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;" data-p-id="fc2f639c5423559fb8d2c146590ca1c8""Okka-san." Levy walked up to her mother who was talking to many other adults. "Levy, not now. I am busy talking to some other adults. Will you please go back to greeting guests." Levy walked away and sat on her knees by the door and put on a soft smile and waved to a new guest who walked in./p
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p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;" data-p-id="62c756f0d0f667bbed41effcb4516593""You know you shouldn't be on your phone. You have to accompany someone to dinner. Come. We mustn't keep them waiting." Levy sighed for the millionth time that night and followed her mother./p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;" data-p-id="f673bb948115349ca1124a7e07de4f3c"A butler pulled a chair out for her and she sat down. Everyone left the room but Levy and the man who was sitting across from her. Levy looked almost dead inside as she started the conversation. "Hello, Mr. Tsukiyama." "Hello Mademoiselle Levy." He brushed his purple hair from his face and smiled. Levy returned the smile but felt as if she was dying inside./p
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p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;" data-p-id="ec9e898626a73de1523e4c186ae15f6b"span style="box-sizing: border-box; font-weight: bold;"Gajeel's POV/span/p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;" data-p-id="4759ef6af2b30689285d31a28cf1937e"I ran my hand through the hair on the top of my head and sighed. Why can't Juvia understand? It's not mine nor her fucking fault. I know she didn't do anything wrong. Why can't she calm down and let me talk!? I mean, if she would just shut up and let me explain.../p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;" data-p-id="e71a90c21eb2f2dce4f29c838d5ab927"I got on a bus and made my way back to the hospital. I got off at my stop and walked into the hospital. I stomped my way to my room. "Gajeel-kun! You need to pack your things" A nice nurse came up to me. I just looked at her and she backed away. I slammed the door behind me and plopped down on my bed./p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;" data-p-id="b1a0fa8f812929f5e98db67034c568c2"em style="box-sizing: border-box;"Am I really being...adopted?/em I am fourteen years old, about to turn fifteen. Wouldn't someone rather have a child? An infant? An innocent little girl? A smart boy? Not a rebellious, stupid, teenager? I dress like I'm supposed to be in a gang or something. People are scared of me. Why would anyone em style="box-sizing: border-box;"want/em me? I mean, my parents em style="box-sizing: border-box;"abandoned/em me because they didn't even em style="box-sizing: border-box;"want/em me. Who the hell would ever em style="box-sizing: border-box;"want/em me?/p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;" data-p-id="4dc678b96731b48275e3fe9b9f479295"And am I just supposed to leave Juvia em style="box-sizing: border-box;"alone/em like that? She can barely get through the day without me. They said I'll be going to the same school but...This is all just fucking stupid./p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;" data-p-id="14708190c424f07370c2e9aeb4ec304a"I grabbed a few of the boxes and started shoving my random belongings into them. em style="box-sizing: border-box;"Books...Papers...Action figures...Posters...comic books...A stack of gaming magazines that I get in the mail every month...Stacks of Ps4 games...A few scrapbooks Juvia made.../em/p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;" data-p-id="6e7e35a08e6e2a359caaf43218ce839e"There was knock on my door and I grumbled a "Come in..." God. I sound as if I'm about to cry. Our head nurse, Ava-Sensei, walked in. "Gajeel-kun," She walked in and sat on my bed, "Are you almost done packing?" I nodded./p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;" data-p-id="b04611e8412dcafd4cc65cb6150ad009""Are you okay?" I shrugged. "Come here." She patted the bed next to her. I obliged and sat next to her. "Gajeel-kun. Look at me." I turned to look at her, just to be pulled into a hug. I tried pushing off of her but she held me tighter. "Gajeel...Let me comfort you...You really need it. You are about to have a huge change in your life."/p
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p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;" data-p-id="0505764e944b3eb86df16146be6d68ff""Levy. Please will you cooperate?" "I hate wearing this." "Levy." "Fine, mother." Levy stood there as two maids tightened the bow on her kimono. She sighed and looked down at her outfit. em style="box-sizing: border-box;"'This sucks.'/em/p
p class="" style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;" data-p-id="0dff9fcf0530ea9e3ecf9b1e9eabba00""We have to do your hair also. We will help you take the kimono off. We hoped it would fit correctly but we will have to adjust a few things. Come this way." Levy followed the maid into a room where her mother had left to wait in earlier. "Levy. We will have to fix that blue hair of yours. I do not know why I ever let you keep that color." "Wait! I like my hair! I don't want to change it again!"/p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;" data-p-id="4b43887ad1ef927b95620389279d73dd""You have to look as if you resemble your father. Your blue hair does not look natural. It must be fixed." "What color...?" Levy asked. "Black, of course." "Miss Levy. Your hair has gotten quite long." The maid said running her fingers through Levy's hair that now reaches halfway down her back. "Yeah...I hate it." Levy mumbled the last part/p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;" data-p-id="fc2f639c5423559fb8d2c146590ca1c8""Okka-san." Levy walked up to her mother who was talking to many other adults. "Levy, not now. I am busy talking to some other adults. Will you please go back to greeting guests." Levy walked away and sat on her knees by the door and put on a soft smile and waved to a new guest who walked in./p
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p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;" data-p-id="62c756f0d0f667bbed41effcb4516593""You know you shouldn't be on your phone. You have to accompany someone to dinner. Come. We mustn't keep them waiting." Levy sighed for the millionth time that night and followed her mother./p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;" data-p-id="f673bb948115349ca1124a7e07de4f3c"A butler pulled a chair out for her and she sat down. Everyone left the room but Levy and the man who was sitting across from her. Levy looked almost dead inside as she started the conversation. "Hello, Mr. Tsukiyama." "Hello Mademoiselle Levy." He brushed his purple hair from his face and smiled. Levy returned the smile but felt as if she was dying inside./p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;" data-p-id="8102feaa5c4005711665f50d64e71b7f"span style="box-sizing: border-box; font-weight: bold;"Sorry for the long wait! I have been so stumped! How have y'all been?! I would love to say more! I have to go thooouuuggghh! The bell will ring in a minute! Byyyeezzz! /span/p