Races for Love- A GaLe Lemon

Calm Before The Storm

A/N: Still disliking putting in one of these but hey. This is just to satisfy you because I won't update for a bit (let's say a month) because the next chapter isn't a style I'm familiar with and it shall definitely take time. I'm an extremely happy person (yes I know, a happy goth) so sadness isn't my strong point. Since the age of three I have only had a dad so I am familiar with living with a family death, it will come in handy. I'll shut up...

~Gajeel's POV~

"Uwaahhhh!" I swear that I was going to commit mass murder before the end of the month.

My dreams, only occasionally consisting of a sexy Shrimp in a super short outfit, we're being plagued by the 2% possibility of being beat.

To be honest, I really was up against a smart beauty but my car outdid Levy's by like 5 times. She stood such a minute chance of beating me but she was smart and I knew she could probably be able to run me off the road and into a ditch, leaving me in her smoke.

"Puuuurrrrrr!"

"Shit, Lily! Scared me there, buddy!" I have the car a good pat on the head.

I had my seem him for a while, maybe every so often in the kitchen getting some food and then he'd be gone. At one point me and the Shrimp got to discussing the cat, laughing at our eccentric ideas. Saying such things as Lily goes out on quests, battling bad guys with his ability to change into a human sized 'exceed' and that he has a size changing sword. She really was able to bring the fun side out in me, I had gotten so used to being a grumpy asshole and then she comes along and has me pegged as some big softie in a hard outer that has a sad love of cats and can work metal like a wizard. Pffffttt. Yeah, suuuuuuure!

"Meow~!"

"Let me guess, you're hungry?"

The mostly black cat graciously leaped off my bed and onto the cream carpet.

"Cat foo-" That cat's eyes could burn into your soul. "Kiwi it is, come on, I have some time before school!"

~Levy's POV~

What day is it? Thursday, right?

I pulled down the notification bar on my phone. It read Thursday.

Everyone around me adores their birthday, the presents, the smell of burning candles, the smell of birthday cake, the general smell of a birthday.

My birthday was far from fun, I am there, adoring my family, never getting the present I really want, remembering the smell of petrol, the smell of smoke, the general smell of death.

Everything will be fine. Just like last year, you'll just mope about and then get some food, no biggy!

"No biggy!" How naïve I was. As if fate had already decided, Friday would not work out the way I had planned. Nope. It would be one hell of a day. It was best described by using an overused, cliché phrase. It was 'calm before the storm'.