Gajevy Week!

Bonus Prompt: An AU

~AU: Crazy cat hoarder and their allergic-to-cats neighbor~

      Levy sneezes to herself for what feels like the fiftieth time that morning. She frowns, searching the web for an allergy medicine that doesn't possibly end in death. It's a lot harder than it should be. Giving up yet again, Levy shuts her laptop and sneezes. She scratches her arms and legs. "I can't keep living like this," she says to herself.

     Levy had a neighbor move in across the hall from her. Her apartment complex allows pets of pretty much all kinds, and her new neighbor is a crazy cat hoarder. The funny thing is, you'd never be able to tell by looking at him. With his facial piercings, intimidating red eyes, and an all black wardrobe, he seems more goth than a cuddly cat lover.

     At first, Levy was excited to have a new neighbor. The last tenants enjoyed themselves a little too loudly and too carelessly at night. But this guy is quiet, he rarely talks and he didn't even ask anyone to help move his stuff. But then the cats moved in with him, and Levy's been throwing constant sneezing fits for days now. "That's it, I've got to say something," she says to herself.

     Levy throws on a clean brown hoodie and a long black pair of leggings. She pulls on her black boots and ties her hair back with a dark red headband. She can't be bothered to make a genuine effort, she feels too gross to actually care. Levy walks across the hall and knocks on his door before she sneezes into the crook of her arm again.

     The door swings open to reveal her neighbor, Gajeel Redfox. "Hey shorty," he says while leaning against the doorframe. He takes note of the dark circles under her eyes, her red nose, and her skin, which is paler than normal. "You don't look too good," he shakes his head. "You should be staying home if you're sick."

     Levy crosses her arms. "That's actually what I came to talk to you about," she says with a matter-of-fact tone. "I'm allergic to your cats. I've been suffering ever since you moved in, do you even bother to clean the fur they shed? Do you know how many allergens can float through the air when you don't?"

     "Sorry Shortstuff-"

     "The name is Levy-"

     "Sorry Shrimp," Gajeel continues while he gives a popping sound to the p. "But my cats don't shed. They all have hair."

     Levy glares at him. "I've had allergies ever since your cats moved in with you. Why else would I be so sick?" she sneezes a quiet mouse sneeze. Gajeel bites back a grin because it was just so adorable. She then continues to glare at him with a pout of her face and her cheeks puffed out, and Gajeel feels heat creep up the back of his neck. He decides that she's gotta go, and soon. If not, who knows how visible his blush will become.

     "I don't know, maybe someone else in this complex got a pet with fur. Mine have hair, so we're done here. Goodbye," Gajeel begins to shut the door. But Levy isn't having it, she puts her foot between the door and the frame. Gajeel hides behind the door, smiling to himself. How could she so confident around me? Nobody else is, he thinks. He shakes his head and swings open the door again. "Would you leave?"

     Levy shakes her head. "I've dealt with your stupid furballs for a week-"

     "My precious kitties are not stupid furballs," Gajeel growls. "They are innocent and sweet-" a glass sounding crash comes from the kitchen. He sighs. "They're sweet and loving, so don't you dare attack them."

     "Precious and sweet or not, I'm dying in my own apartment because of them. You need to get rid of those cats!" Levy crosses her arms. Gajeel, once again, tries not to focus on how adorable she looks when she's mad. Or the way her eyes seem darker than normal...or the dark circles under her eyes, probably from lack of sleep from sneezing so much. He clenches his jaw, realizing what he's doing again.