GaLe ~ BookWorm and the Beast

5

Gajeel's POV

Soft, trembling fingers wake me up, and I can't help but jump in my seat. A couple of inches away from me, is a nervous Levy, holding a damp cloth in her hands. I just stare at her, not saying a word. 

"Give me your arm." She demanded kindly, so I did as she said. "This may sting." I flinched.

"If you hadn't had run away I wouldn't be hurt." I grunted.

"If you hadn't had scared me then, I wouldn't have run away." She argued.

"If you hadn't been where you weren't meant to be, then I wouldn't have scared you." 

"If you had just let my Father leave with me, then I wouldn't have gone snooping." She kept applying the cloth, that had an alcoholic aroma wafting off it, onto my worse areas.

"Tch!" I say aloud.

"Anyway, thank you for saving my life." She looked at me, with a smile on her pink lips.

"Um, your welcome." I reply, knowing my face was heating up. 

She continued dealing with my injuries, and when she had finished, I saw hers. A stripe of dried blood stained her thigh and made a few bruises appear. I can't believe she's just going to ignore that. Just as she was packing up, I take a roll of bandages and cloth.

"Let me do your injury." I offered.

"I'll do it." She blushed. "I'll do it in my room."

"You're not going to run away?"

"If I do, you'll find me. I know you will."

"Yes, I would. You're my prisoner after all." Shit! Why'd I have to call her my prisoner.

"Yeah, well." Her smile disappeared and a frown replaced it. "Goodnight." She swiftly rushed up the stairs, and in seconds a sound of a door slamming rang through the house. 

"LUCY!" I shout, soon expecting her to glide towards me.

"Yes Gajeel."

"Make sure she tends to her injury." I order, watching her follow in Levy's foot steps. The door opened and closed again. 

Sighing I make my way to the rose, and notice there were less petals on the floor of it's cage. Does this mean that she's liking me? Does this mean I'm starting to like her? Is this curse going to be lifted? Can this curse be frozen until she will actually love me for me, and not just the beast version of me? Is it really going to work?

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Levy's POV

I stare at myself in the full length mirror; a stream of dried blood covers my thigh, as my dress is no longer wearable. A few tears escape and I wipe them away, as my door is opened.

"Levy, are you ok?" Lucy asks, leaping onto the bed.

"Why wouldn't I be?" I sniffled, drying my face. 

"It's been a traumatic day." She states the obvious. "Do you need help with your injury?"

"I need help alright." I look back at myself. "Especially my heart."

"What do you mean dear?"

"It beats so much quicker when Gajeel is with me, I feel a bit flushed and panicky. I've never felt this way before." Explaining, I make myself comfortable on the edge of the bed.

"Ok. Let's sort out this injury of yours." She sang, happily.

"You know something don't you." I pick up the oil and bandages.

"I have a hunch." She dances off the bed and bumps into Juvia, waking her up. 

"Evening." She yawned. 

"Juvia, can you find Levy a nice dress for her to wear. Hers is too ripped to be seen."

"What color would you prefer?" Juvia asked kindly, opening a few drawers.

"Orange." I winced at the oil on my skin, soaking up the blood. 

"Give me a second then deary." She chirped, opening and close so many drawers.

As me and Lucy were wrapping around the cotton bandages, Juvia kept throwing out various clothes, but when I tied the ends into a bow, a dress that was the perfect shade flew onto the pile, and took my breath away.  

"Juvia, this is gorgeous." I grinned, clinging the material to my chest.

"Get into it then." Juvia, closed all her doors, and somehow, all the clothes on the floor warped back into the right drawers like before.

I slipped out my rags, throwing them into the corner of the room, and pulled on the dress over my shoulders. The silky fabric hung loosely around my body, but it still outlined my small curves: I swear I look like a teenager. Its white, puffed sleeves drew across my collarbone and down to my elbows, accenting my long arms. A light orange skirt just came above my knees, flowing when I turn in circles. A loud, rash knock on my door sends me out my joy, as I hop to open it.

"Would you like to join me for dinner?" Gajeel stuttered at me, a blush tainting his cheeks.

"Yes I would." I grinned, shutting the door from behind me, following his footsteps.

"Are you all bandaged up?"

"Yes, the oil does sting though."

"I had to have more, mind you." He grinned. 

"I know. I'm sorry for running away." I admitted, looking at the floor.

"And I'm sorry for scaring you."