FairyTail: Beauty And The Beast (GaLe)

Chapter 8

Levy let out an annoyed huff, pushing her wet hair out of her face. The one day she thought she had a late class was the one day the sky had to rip open and drench the earth in the form of a terribly heavy down pour.

Because she had wrongly assumed she had a late class, she forced Gajeel to go back to the apartment block without her. He said he'll come and pick her up, but she wasn't about to sit around in the cold for the next three hours and do nothing.

Levy wasn't crazy or anything. When she decided to walk the somewhat long journey home, it had just been light drizzle. Now however, it was raining extremely hard and she saw flashes of lightning every now and then.

She was debating calling Gajeel or Lucy for a ride home, but as luck would have it, her cell phone was nuzzled warmly on charge in her room.

She lifted her head up and looked at the grey, almost black, clouds. She loved storms, but today was just not her day.

While she wasn't paying attention to where she was walking, her foot hit a muddy puddle of water. Levy hissed and jumped away from it, but she was too late, she could feel the water seep through her pumps and practically freeze her feet.

Letting out a list of uncharacteristic profanities, she hugged her arms closer to her and carried on stomping in the rain.

She was the only person stupid enough to be outside in this storm, so she stopped paying attention to where she walked.

She walked a little while, looking down at her muddy feet and picturing the perfect shower she was going to have when she got home.

Levy hit something hard and with a groan of pain, fell flat on her butt. She whined when she felt the water soak through her jeans.

She glared up at the person she had bumped into and felt the blood drain from her face.

The guy towered over Levy with a familiar smirk, and crystal clear blue eyes. He roughly grabbed her by both her arms and pulled her up.

Levy was frozen stiff when she realised who this oh so familiar person was. She whimpered when he leaned in close to her, their faces mere inches apart. "You're such a klutz Lev." He all but purred.

Then without warning, he straightened and snarled at her, "Not now." He told her, his voice cold and crisp. He turned around and jogged in the opposite direction, eventually fading out of sight.

Levy watched his retreating form with horror etched into her expression. It couldn't be, she thought, her heart racing and blood running cold.

No way, not a chance! She decided. She felt her bottom lip tremble, and her cheeks felt warm, she was crying.

On the verge of a nervous breakdown, Levy walked the rest of the way home, barely feeling the rain drench her already ice cold skin.

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Gajeel was walking around the common lounge, looking for Pantherlily. He knew how terrified his furry friend got during storms.

Lily could take on dogs three times his size and caught birds almost everyday, but once he heard the crack of thunder, he was hiding in a small dark area.

Gajeel always found Lily and offered him moral support by carrying him around like a little baby and staying in his apartment with Lily hiding under his sheets.

Right now however, Gajeel was frantically looking under couches and tables for him. This storm was exceptionally bad, meaning Lily was freaking out somewhere.

With a smirk of victory, Gajeel reached under the last couch and pulled out his feline best friend. Gajeel securely tucked him against his chest and stroked his back.