Three Dates (Fairy Tail Fanfic)

Ironmouth

The angry Dragon Slayer trotted pass the forest. His face was in different shades of red from madness, and the action he was about to do. His giant feet stumped against the freshly cut grass; and once his foot picked up, the grass was pounded into the ground. He roared and shards of iron flew into the nearby trees.

He was just getting ready for what he was about to face.

"Natsa! I'm comin' in!" Gajeel shouted before kicking the door in. He looked around the small shack, and finally found the person he was looking for. She was lying on the couch; barely lifted her head when he came inside.

"Hey…" she stated with a small cough.

Gajeel's lips opened like a frown. He looked away from her and at the shack's interior. It was a mess compared to the outside; which wasn't much better. Trash was piled on top of each other. Well, his house was messy as well; till Pantherlilly made him clean it after the cat's failed attempts. Maybe he should get Pantherlilly to clean this place; after he calms down. That cat was still trying to kill him.

"Your house is a mess," he stated. He wasn't one to know what was a good thing to said or not.

"Thanks," she replied. "I try."

He gave a slight smile before coming over to her bed. "So you are sick…I knew the guild was freakin' quiet today."

"Glad that you noticed," she sneezed. A ball of fire came out and burnt his hand. He wiped the black char on her blanket since there wasn't anything else to wipe it off with. Her hand gripped on the side of the bed.

"What are you doin'?"

"Gettin' some water…my throat is dry." She tried lifting her body from the couch.

"Stop it, you idiot. You're sick."

"But my throat…" she moaned. She lifted her finger under her bright red nose as if she was about to sneeze once again.

He gave a heavy sigh. This was totally against his character, but he gave in. "I will get you some water, Pinky. Just stay there."

He moved away from her bed and entered her kitchen. He had to step over a mountain of trash just to get to the small place in the corner of the shack. It was very tiny and when he opened the fridge, out of curiously, and frowned at the absence of the food. "No wonder this girl always at the guild. She has nothin' to eat," he stated before closing the fridge's door.

He turned around and grabbed a glass. He didn't know if it was dirty or clean so he just filled it up and emptied it to get what was leftover out. He turned the dial to cold water and refilled the cup.

Gajeel returned to her bedside and handed her the glass of water. "Don't drink it quickly," he warned. He grabbed a chair from under a pile of bras and sat down next to her bed. "If you need anything, wait till I leave." He stated before she could request anything else of him.

He wasn't one to helping others. He only helped himself and he liked it to stay that way. "Guess those tickets are going to go to waste," he mumbled under his breath.

"Sorry," she replied. She didn't mean to get sick on the same day of the match. It was already planned from last week, but she couldn't even leave her bed. "It should be on the tv tonight."

"Watching in flesh is different from tv." He looked down and saw her frowning. He bite his lip and sighed, "There's always a next week, though."

She sneezed once more and he felt her forehead. "You're burning up." He stood up and grabbed a bowl of cold water and a washrug. When he came back, she was sitting up. He rolled his eyes and pressed the wet rug against her forehead. "What the hell have you been doing?!"