Make You

Chapter One

Disclaimer: Characters belong to Hiro Mashima, not me! Plz don't sue me...pretty plz

Chapter One

Gajeel's POV

Gajeel Redfox had never been one to fall for cuteness. The cause of this may have been the fact that he himself was the embodiment of anything and everything directly opposed to cuteness. Piercings, tattoos, metalworks, motorcycles, gangs, and a brooding hatred for mankind in general were all thoughts that came to mind when one pictured the young delinquent. Nowhere on this list was cuteness to be found.

Well, not yet anyway.

Gajeel was stalking through the crowded halls of Fairy High, contemplating the ways in which he might obliterate the slow-moving idiots in front of him, when the goddess of cuteness herself turned the corner up ahead.

Several very unusual feeling overtook the tall student when he laid eyes on her. First, his feet stopped moving by themselves, completely ignoring the signals they were receiving from his brain to carry on. Secondly, his eyes widened, if only by a fraction, only to be forced into a squint in the next second due to the overpoweringly cheerful aura emanating from her person. His current expression probably looked like a glower thanks to the squinting, but he was usually glowering anyway, so it didn't make much difference to him. Thirdly, his heart fluttered excitedly.

That last one was particularly out of the ordinary. He was unaware that he was still in possession of any kind of a heart, let alone one with the capacity to flutter.

Her face was slightly rounded, tapering to a delicately pointed chin and topped by a wild mess of bright blue hair. Her eyes were a rich, earthy brown color that held a soft light in them, as though she were glowing from the inside. She looked almost comical in the school uniform's orange sweater, which was probably two sizes too big for her due to her ridiculous shortness. The baggy sleeves hung too far down her arms, mostly covering her slender hands, and the neckline drooped lopsidedly over one shoulder, revealing the white button down shirt and neatly fastened orange tie. He had to say, however, that the gray plaid skirt and black tights looked extremely well on her. She also had several books clutched to her chest, almost like a mother carrying her child.

Gajeel knew he was staring, but he couldn't help it. His eyes were drawn to her petite figure like iron shavings to a magnet.

Her big, brown eyes glanced up to meet his squinting, glowering red ones. She blinked a few times, holding his gaze for no more than two seconds, a somewhat startled expression crossing her face. Then she looked away and walked right past him.

Gajeel blinked and shook his head to clear it of the sudden dizziness that had clouded it. What the hell had just happened?

He glanced over his shoulder, following the bobbing blue head until it disappeared around the next corner, and grinned.

Cuteness? Not really his thing. But, maybe just this once...