Maybe He Wasn't Bright Like Lightning, But Maybe That Was A Good Thing

A Bit Of A Problem

So, sorry, I realized that I love this story so much that I must get all the pieces of it onto paper... computer... whatever. So, with out further adieu... my really long title.

Gajeel POV-

Gajeel realized that Levy had seen his emblem too late.

She twisted herself away from him and scooted back until she couldn't anymore, there being a tree behind her.

"What?! How... Why!? You saved my life! But all the time, you were still planning on killing me! Why the pretense!?" She yelled furiously. "What?! You couldn't let some punk fire do it for you?!"

Gajeel was speechless, but his mind registered the recognition of what he'd been thinking a day earlier.

"And who are you!?" She finished.

Gajeel grimaced, but said nothing. She threw up her hands.

"Who am I kidding?! You're not going to answer! You don't even care-"

He interrupted the tirade. "I'm Gajeel Redfox! Okay! Happy now!?"

Levy didn't say anything. Her mouth was open wide. At the mention of his name, fear sparked in her eyes.

She abruptly stood up. "Well, it's not like I wasn't expecting someone to come looking. I just didn't expect that person to help me out. or be you. Thanks for that, but don't follow me." She grabbed her bag and briskly walked off into the woods, disappearing quickly out of sight.

But not out of mind.

Levy POV-

Levy walked as fast as she could without running until she was out of sight and sound. Then she ran for all she was worth. She managed to run all the way to her third preplanned campsite. There she collapsed, sobbing.

She sat on the ground, facing down, as all her anger spilled out down her cheeks. Her blue hair slipped forward, creating a barrier between her and the world. Between her and Gajeel Redfox.

She'd trusted him! He'd comforted her fears! But he was going to kill her.

Levy curled up, hugging her bag to her stomach. She didn't want to die. But trying to survive against Black Steel was ridiculous. She'd crumble like chalk smashed against the ground. There'd be pieces left, but not much. She shivered at that mental image.

A hand touched her back. She didn't move, or even flinch.

"Miss? Miss, are you alright?"

She said nothing. A person stepped over her and knelt in front of her where she could see him clearly. He had kind blue eyes and light yellow hair. (I'm making him up as I go along, so sorry if he's someone's character already!)

The person picked her up gently and started walking.

As he moved deftly through the underbrush, he talked. "You're Levy, right? I thought so. We're going to my house because it's safer than out here..."

Soon she fell asleep.

So now you have to choose, huh? You've got the bright, cheerful, lightning guy and the dark, scary, here-to-kill-you guy. hard choice, huh? Good luck!