Levy's pov
If there was one think levy hated to hell and back it was traveling. Especially on foot. Now her feet hurt and sweat covered her brow. Gajeel looked worse. Every so often she would look back and see he wincing every time he moved his right foot. She knew he was hurt yet she wasn't ready to show pity to this giant. No they were entering the small town of Fiore. Suddenly Gajeel spoke to her in that deep voice of his. "Sup short stack"
Gajeels pov.
Damn he didn't mean to talk to her all he wanted was to analyze her to see how she was doing. His own right foot was killing him. The thing he wanted most then was to rest yet the shrimp sized woman kept moving her petite feet. She's so small and adorable. Wait where did that come from you don't love be her gajeel you never will. All she was was a prize. A prize for killing an animal and now her life was ruined
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Roman Romance
RomanceLevy and Gajeel two very different lives. Gajeel is a gladiator levy is a rich mans daughter. Can something bring them together to find love?
