Levy pulled nervously at the hem of her strapless ivory dress, which reached only to her upper thigh. It was a failed attempt to keep her mind busy and off the situation at hand. At any moment a friend she had made eleven years prior would appear at the park gate and meet her for the first time. She closed her eyes in anticipation, inhaled, and exhaled slowly taking in fully the cool autumn air. All around her the leaves had slowly begun to change and turn bright oranges and deep shades of red. She smiled up at the tree she sat under; though it was connected to negative memories she couldn't help but love the beauty it was presenting her with at the current moment. A slight breeze tossed her long blue ringlets across her rosy cheeks and line of sight. She tucked the wayward strand back into place before the possibility of looking less than perfect was an option. The tall blades of grass danced across her black tights as though dancing to a song only Mother Nature knew the lyrics to. Her fingers twisted at the laces of her knee high brown boots as she pulled her legs into her chest and sighed. The rich copper cardigan she wore over her dress matched her headband and swayed enough to send a shiver up her spine with the next brush of wind. This moment had been one of many dreams for years but now; now that her life was moving in directions she never thought possible she wondered if meeting her mysterious friend was the right choice after all.

In the beginning, around the time that her dearest friend, Lucy, had first joined Fairy Tail, a secret that Levy had kept for months had been exposed. Looking back she realized that it had been a terrible plan from the start but terrible ideas do tend to create adventures of their own. Levy lay back against the trunk of the large oak tree and closed her eyes once more. She let her mind drift back to eleven years prior and the events leading to her, most likely, emending heartbreak.

For months Levy had tried and failed to create a small sense of privacy for herself. Though she loved her friends and guide mates terribly she needed breathing room for her own sanity as well. Levy sat at one of the numerous dinning tables of the guide hall and wrapped her arms protectively around her notebook to no avail. On either side of her Levy's best friends, Jet and Droy, smiled widely as they attempted to peek at her work to her growing frustrations. "Boys. I say this with love but a girl's got to have some space." Levy smiled to express that she meant no hard feelings but to the two men, who were love struck with the young bluenette, it had been a fatal blow to their very souls.

"But Levy!" they both said in unison while stretching out her name to the point where she wondered if they were calling a wild animal to attention instead of her small self.

Levy rolled her eyes with another grin. "Okay listen. I'm just going to the library; like every day. I know you'll be extremely bored there; like every day, so why don't you both look for a new job for us to take in the meantime?" With that said she stood from the bench, closed the thick leather bound notebook she had been attempting to write in, and swung her leg over the bench to leave.

Both men looked heartbroken but accepted her terms and moved eagerly to the request board without another word. Levy made her way to the bar before leaving however. A puzzled Mirajane smiled and winked in her direction as she continued to meticulously clean the glass in her hand. "Didn't Team Shadow Gear just come back from a mission yesterday?" Levy nodded as Mira put down the glass and leaned in close to Levy for the gossip she so desperately craved and sensed was to come. Her long white hair draped over the bar top and onto Levy's shoulder; creating a curtain of secrecy as the small girl pushed onto the tips of her toes.

"I'm pretty sure there are none within our level Mira but I really need a few minutes to myself and away from the boys. This was all I could think of." Levy looked slightly embarrassed at her confession but Mirajane nodded her head as an understanding mother figure would.

"Lucy, Natsu, and Happy are still on their mission too so hopefully when she returns we can have a girls night. I think that will do us all some good!" Mira's eyes squinted as a smiled reached from ear to ear and she tilted her head with joy. "Here on the house. I know you need one!"

Levy looked down as Mira slid across a shot of sake; the clear liquid still turning in the small glass from being poured. Levy shot the drink down and slammed her glass overturned on the bar top with a big grin. She wasn't much of a drinker but Mirajane knew her weakness and that sometimes a girl needed a little kick to keep from going insane.

The sake made her head swim as she left the guide hall. It was a warm spring day which made her thankful of her choice of white shorts, yellow tube top and navy vest. Levy laughed loudly after realization hit her that she was buzzed from the one shot. I guess I really do need a girl's night out if not for sanity then to at least build my tolerance back up. Levy held her book tightly to her chest as she walked down the cobblestone road to the building that was like a second home. The sound of her red heels against the stone echoed off the tall buildings surrounding her but stopped once she approached her final destination and began to ascend the marble stairs. Magnolia's library was larger than most others on the continent. Levy wondered if her own personal collection would ever be able to match its vast numbers.

The information desk assistance looked up from his work as the door was pushed open and sunshine poured in. His long white beard still resting on the book he had been absorbed in. He squinted in her general direction but once he saw Levy's short blue hair he nodded in recognition and returned to his work knowing full well that the young Mage, who was there every day, knew the library better than even him. Levy twisted down the labyrinth of rows that reached well over fifteen feet high. She didn't bother to look where she was going; her feet knew the path. She let her mind wonder.

For five months Levy had been coming to the library for not only her normal addiction of knowledge but to protect something that she felt meant the world to her; her journal. Once the long forgotten maps section of the library came into view, it's aisles covered in dust and cobwebs, Levy sat in a worn, tan leather armchair and opened her notebook once more.

She turned to a fresh page and began to write about all that had been occurring in her life as of late. She kept the entry simple. No names and no important or revealing details. It was a trick she had acquired after years of snooping friends and her increasing lack of privacy. Before the library she had tried every trick to keep her journal private yet despite every spell and hidden location it was discovered and read through without any consideration for her feelings on the matter. The library was different. Here in the maps section, forgotten by time and the introduction of navigation lacrima, Levy's work was left alone and she was free to express herself without judgment. Her quill continued in a feverish haste as minutes turned to hours and the sun began to set painting deep pinks and maroons across the skylights above. Levy sighed as she closed her journal and placed it on a shelf between two dust-ridden volumes on Ancient Islands of the East. She turned away from the shelf and left. Her journal hidden in plain sight where no one had found it for five months. Until today.

When the door to the library opened again the information desk assistance did not lift his head to check on the identity of the new guests. He would have had he been around and the guests had arrived during the library's normal business hours. The full moon shined brightly in the skylights above and illuminated the three as they walked through the large double doors and pulled them closed behind to stop passersby from noticing their activity. "Why are we fucking here again?" the large man asked as he folded his pierced arms in annoyance over his chest and turned to the two who worked under his direct order. Sue shook her head of short green hair, her purple hat becoming slightly askew from the movement. The large man turned his deep crimson eyes to the man who had picked the lock and was placing his tools carefully back into the pocket of his white jacket to avoid his commanders gaze. "Boze. You better answer me. Now."

Boze stood and tried to present himself as confident as possible. He ran his hand across his baldhead and sighed. "Master Jose needs a map. We can't use a navigation lacrima because they can be tracked. We get the map, use it, bring it back in a few days, and no one is the wiser of what we were up to. Simple." Boze looked proud of himself and smiled until the tall man stepped closer and lifted him to his eye level by the front of his shirt. In the moonlight he was even more terrifying. Gajeel Redfox, member of the Element Four and a man whose patience was thin enough to start with smiled wickedly down at his supposed teammate. The piercings on his face gleamed in the light of the mood, his dark raven hair hung over his face and blocked Boze from looking in any other direction.

"I mean why are we here? None of our magic is for retrieval nor stealth so what the hell was Jose thinking? Hm?"

Beads of sweat began to drip down the dark mans face as Gajeel looked at him for an answer he could not deliver. He dropped him to the ground and rolled his eyes at the mans cowardice. "Split up and find the map. I'm getting hungry." With that Sue and Boze took off in opposite directions to avoid more of the famous Iron Dragon Slayers wrath. Gajeel was bored. He was going bored with the guild he was in and with the work it was providing him with. The fights he was placed in were always entertaining, sure, but more often than not lately he was being sent on retrieval missions that he didn't understand. He walked through the isles of books without a care of his direction. His steel toe boots banged loudly on the marble floor, which he did not attempt to change. If someone came to stop them from completing their mission he would simply kill them. He hoped someone would show. An hour passed before he came to a stop at the section they had been looking for; the dust had been the first clue. Gajeel flopped down on the tan leather armchair and stretched out. He wanted the mission over but was in no rush to possibly miss a fight. He crossed his tone arms behind his head and laced his fingers together. He looked around the forgotten section of the library. He didn't understand why they had to even return the map let alone retrieve it. It ain't like anyone still uses this section. As he was about to close his eyes and sleep off his growing sobriety his eyes fell upon a book that did not belong. "Hello." He said to no one and stood from the armchair to stand before a shelf with numerous dust-ridden books and a new leather volume that was out of place. "One of these things is not like the other." With that he reached up and plucked the book off the shelf and flipped it open. He moved back to the armchair and began to read.

Sometimes I wonder why do I go on these jobs anymore. Is it to pay the bills and to be able to eat and live in conformability? Is that even considered living though? I used to feel like these jobs were adventures yet now, now I feel almost trapped by the mundane nature of them and the company they provide. I love the company of my friends but they are growing to frustrate me more than please me. I feel terrible for writing it and thinking it but I cannot hide the truth. I am a young woman in my prime and I feel more exhausted at the end of the day than a grandmother!

Gajeel smiled to himself. It was a diary and by the date at the top, it belonged to someone who had been there just the earlier that day. He wanted to laugh at the woman's frustrations but could not bring himself to make fun of someone who was secretly feeling what he had grown to know as well. He turned to a previous page dated a week prior. The first line made his grin widen. Whomever the woman was she was his kind of girl.

I need to get laid. It has been months since I have had a good night sleep and I know that when I get laid I sleep like the dead afterwards. Depending on the man in question of course. Maybe I'm just jealous of all those around me who have been luckier in their nightly endeavors. What's a girl got to do to get some? Last week with the girls I got too drunk and was unable to even attempt to find a potential suitor. Hopefully after my mission, next week, I can find someone to help sooth the beast within.

Gajeel looked up, she would be hitting the town tonight if the date was correct. Maybe I should stay in town and finish her off. He turned back to a month prior.

My leg is currently broken in two places and without the assistance of a healer I will be within the confines of a cast for the next month. I never knew that a job could be so dangerous and yet it shouldn't have been. My friends were just too careless and now I have to suffer the price of their mistakes yet again. Gajeel continued reading through the history of the mysterious woman. He learned about her issues and troubles yet nothing about who she was and any other detail that would give him a clue as to her true identity. What he could tell though was that she left her book at the library and returned to write in it at least every week. He turned to the latest page and smiled as a thought crossed his mind.

Deep within the depths of his black pant pocket he dug until he found the dull quill he had been searching for. The magic spell enchanting it with endless ink was the only reason he kept the tool at all and for once he was thankful for its presence. He didn't understand why he felt the need to announce that the woman's privacy had been violated but he knew if he didn't write back to her he would regret it for some unknown reason.

Woman he began as quickly as he could for the sound of his teammates approaching steps had begun to reach his enhanced hearing. Here's some advice whether you want it or not. If you don't like your job find a new one. If your friends drive you insane and get your hurt do work alone and if you need to get laid so badly I'm free. You'll sleep for days I guarantee.

Gajeel returned the notebook to the shelf just as Boze and Sue entered the dust ridden rows. "Took ya long enough." Sue passed him and found immediately the maps they had been searching for and Gajeel had ignored completely. "We done yet?"

Sue nodded "We'll return them in a few months."

"Oh joy." He said sarcastically and crossed his arms over his tight black shirt. As they left the library in the cover of midnight he wondered what the woman's reaction would be.

The next day Levy's face contorted in rage as her cheeks flushed of all color and her mouth huge open like a gaping fish. She reread the harsh thick handwriting that could only belong to a large man-child or tortured beast of some sort. "Asshole." She whispered to herself and slammed her book closed in increasing annoyance. No place was safe. Levy stood from the worn leather chair and left the library with her notebook in hand; her other was balled into a fist at her side.

As she retuned to the guild hall Jet and Droy stood eagerly to greet her but stopped upon seeing the waves of rage roll off her small frame before she even reached them. She turned towards the bar without even a hello. "Mira I need a double." The older woman looked confused by the enraged woman's demeanor but pored her a double shot of sake non-the less. She opened her mouth to question her change in attitude but Levy cut her short by turning away towards the job board; ignoring her completely. If he thinks I should go on a job alone than fine I will. Her caramel eyes scanned the board before deciding on a job that she knew would take her over a week to complete. She needed the time away.

When she returned to the bar Mira was already prepared with the record book and was avoiding Levy's gaze. "That's one scroll retrieval mission for team—"

"No. This mission is for me alone." Mirajane looked at her finally. Shock clearly visible on her face. She opened her mouth to protest and pry as to why but Levy held up her hand to silence her before she could. "See you in a week Mira." With that she took the flyer and left the guide hall without so much as a goodbye nor hello to anyone; including Lucy who had just returned with Natsu and Happy. Lucy looked from the large oak door that had just been pulled shut to Mirajane behind the bar with an equally flustered look to her. Both women turned to Jet and Droy who seemed heartbroken and just as clueless as the rest. Lucy turned and ran out the door to find Levy but she had already disappeared on the first mission that the bluenette would take alone.

It had taken her half the time it would have normally had she brought company along. Though she had missed the presence of her friends she could not deny the immense enjoyment she had received from completing the mission without any assistance or distractions. Levy sat in her train car alone and smiled out the window as her fingers thumbed the thin page of her notebook absentmindedly. The asshole had been right. Rude as all hell but still correct. She looked down at his mistake ridden writing style and crude to the point nature. She began writing back without thinking.

Dear Asshole,

Though I was enraged to find my privacy invaded and that my personal thoughts were displayed for a strangers open judgment I have much to say back to you whether you read this or not. First, thank you for your advice of taking a job on my own. I did so and enjoyed the change and experience greatly. Second, how old are you because you write like a child with too much on his mind to be able to even hold a quill correctly. Finally, you couldn't even begin to handle me in the sack so don't even presume to know your own skill levels without taking my own into consideration.

Sincerely, The owner of the journal you so violated.

Levy left the library just before closing with a skip in her step that had not been there for many months. She turned down the side streets in the late afternoon light towards the guide hall with a smile spread across her face. It was silly when she thought about the reason for her happiness but then whoever it was that had read her journal she doubted they would be back to write again. She had been wrong in her assumption.

Gajeel cursed under his breath as he clung to the shadows of adjacent buildings and moved towards his destination completely unseen. They had forgotten a map that for some unknown reason created a problem for their master. After three days he had to return to the library that he was hoping not to have to see for another month. Gajeel bent low to the ground and jumped high into the air to land perfectly onto a window ledge of the closed library twenty feet off the ground. He had returned alone while his partners had stayed to receive their just punishment for their forgetful natures. Idiots he thought as he slipped in through the window and down to the marble floor silently this time. He moved down the rows of well read volumes; following his nose towards the familiar scent of overwhelming dust and something else he could not place. Once in the maps section he quickly found the forgotten scroll and turned to leave when something caught his crimson eye. Gajeel turned around and looked back at the notebook he had written in on his previous mission. Its position on the shelf had shifted. To a normal mans eye it was unnoticeable but to Gajeel it had clearly been moved. He pulled the book off the shelf and flipped open to the page he had written in. "Shit." He said with a grin "She replied today." He sat down in the tan chair and read the mysterious woman's message multiple times. He beamed as he then read aloud again "You couldn't even begin to handle me in the sack so don't even presume to know your own skill levels without taking my own into consideration." He paused and leaned back in the chair as his hand searched his pocket eagerly for his quill "Oh really now." Woman he began once more I believe I am in my late twenties so no man-child. I'd be willing to test your theory on judging your so-called skill levels if that is your desire? I know what I'm talking about though as you can tell my advice worked so yeah you'd sleep great babe. Gajeel paused and debated on what he was thinking of writing next. He wasn't one to share his personal feelings on anything but the way he figured it, this woman, who ever she was, wouldn't be able to judge him because she did not really know him. Yet the more he thought it over it seemed like she had figured out much of him at just one glance of his writing. You were right however, I do have a lot on my mind. Always have. What do I call you cause your name is nowhere in here? Nothing about you is. Gajeel finally signed his entry as Not Asshole and returned the book to the shelf. By the date the woman had written the day before. The thought of waiting to see who it was writing to him crossed his mind but he remembered his mission and left the library without looking back.

When Gajeel returned to the guild head quarters as morning started to break Jose smiled at the large man as he tossed the map scroll to the table he was working on.

Oak Town for a normal man would have been at least two days a journey from Magnolia. He had been thankful that Gajeel was willing to take the trip with his increased speed. Gajeel looked down at the stone as he placed a piece of metal into his open mouth. Blood stained the stone; enough for someone to be close to death or their already. "I miss a party?" he questioned sarcastically. Gajeel knew the true nature of their Guild Master; a sadistic man who was more cruel and twisted than even he felt possible at times. He stood before him unafraid and continued to eat despite Jose's growing annoyance at the sound of the metal scraps being chewed to pieces.

He knew how to silence the man however as he turned his long face to the direction and source of the blood stains on the floor. Gajeel looked and tried to keep his face straight as he looked upon his teammates Sue and Boze. Both were held to the ground with Jose Shade Entangled magic. Boze looked worse as though he had tried to struggle against the magic; which Gajeel knew only made the pain and grip increase. "A party indeed my boy!" Gajeel turned back and kept his emotions in check. He slipped another screw past his lips to Jose displeasure. "We have a mission coming up. One that will involve the whole guild I believe." Gajeel turned and raised a studded eyebrow curiously. "Soon my boy. For now I need you to return to Magnolia and wait for further instructions. Lay low. A war is coming and you will be needed to start it up."

Gajeel smiled as he left the room "Finally some action."

"So" Lucy asked as the music pumped through the sound lacrimas on the stage before them. "You seem happier than normal. Does this have anything to do with that mission you took alone?"

Cana nodded her head as she brought her barrel of alcohol up to her lips in an attempt to quench her never-ending thirst. "Yeah Levy you get laid or something?!"

Levy blushed though she couldn't tell if it was from embarrassment or from the amount of liquor she had consumed so far. She chose the liquor as the source as she downed the shot that Mirajane had just poured before her. "No to the sex and yes to the happy!" All the girls laughed as the small woman left them for the dance floor with Lucy in hand. Levy's black dress was skintight and hugged her every curve as she turned her hips to the beat and raised her hands over her head with the music. Lucy laughed as she mimicked the movement and Erza, who was sober, joined them in a much more revealing red dress. Mira had been correct in assuming a girl's night was needed. Levy felt all of her stress fall to the ground as Erza moved between Lucy and herself and the three woman danced closely to the enjoyment of the men in the room. At the bar one man watched them as they moved and grinned like a kid in a candy store. For his first night back in Magnolia he wasn't displeased with the current situation at hand. Tomorrow I might return to the library and see if I have a reply but tonight, tonight I'm getting laid. With that he ventured towards a woman whose intoxication levels matched his own.

When Levy awoke she did not recognize the man she had spent the night with. He lay on his stomach with his dark hair covering his face from view. Her head ached from the hangover that was growing more intense with each passing second. She moved around the dark inn room collecting her clothing and shoes to make a quick escape. She looked back at the man, still deep in sleep and ignored the thought that told her the proper thing was to say goodbye. The proper thing would have been to not have a one-night stand with a strange man. She looked back again as she pulled her dress over her disheveled hair; he did not stir. Her eyes traveled his muscular back until she noticed the small bite mark on his shoulder. She looked away as blush covered her face and neck. Levy knew than that she had to leave before he woke up and screamed at her for her drunken, aggressive nature. The cool morning air greeted her like the cup of green tea she so desperately needed. Her eyes widened as she walked, the walk of shame, with her satchel held protectively over her same as the prior night dress. A sigh of relief left her lips for the hour of morning where the streets were practically empty. After a few blocks the library came into view with the gentle old man she had grown to know quite well attempting to get through the door with his boxes.

"Here let me help you." Levy carefully lifted the boxes out of the man's open arms. He looked her up and down and squinted to the best of his ability. It was than the blue hair came into focus. He nodded a thank you as he held the door for Levy to enter. Levy was thankful for his lack of full sight. If he could see how she truly looked she would have died from the embarrassment alone and she didn't want to have to find a new library to frequent. She placed the boxes at the front desk and turned to go when a thought crossed her mind. "Be right back." She said to the man who was still slowly coming through the door.

Levy twisted towards the maps section as fast as her hung over body would allow. She reached for her notebook and flipped to the page she had last written on. Like she had hoped he had written back. She took a deep breath and sat down to read; this time more excited than angered. She laughed as she searched her satchel for her quill and reread his chicken scratch like handwriting for the third time. It was dated the same day she had written in it before. They could have been at the library the same time for all she knew. She thought for a moment what exactly she wanted to say and decided that the best option was to be herself or as much as she was willing to allow.

You may call be Blue. She had always enjoyed that penname. How do you not know your exact age? I know I am currently eighteen and will be nineteen by the end of next month which. It's not hard to understand ones age. I also have no need for your test of my skill set in the sack thank you very much. I have successfully well succeeded in that endeavor as of late and no longer require your services. Thanks for the offer though I am not your babe. Levy paused, giggling, and tried to continue and touch upon his more serious tone he had mentioned. I am curious about these thoughts that cloud your mind however. If you ask me it only gets worse when you have no one to talk to. Do you have anyone you care for? Finally, I do not include personal information because I like to keep my privacy. Maybe it's better this way if we continue to write like this. What shall I call you if not Asshole?

When Gajeel awoke his body ached particularly around his shoulders and back. He moved to the small bathroom that joined his room at the inn and turned to view the source of discomfort. Nail marks covered his back and small bite wounds dotted his shoulders and neck. It was than he remembered the night prior. He returned to the room and half expected to see the woman he had slept with still asleep in bed but by the look of the fading light out the window she had left hours before. Might as well hit the library. Gajeel dressed and rushed out the door; a few screws in his pocket for a late night snack along the way.

I'm not an Asshole! He thought again as he read through to the end of her letter. He felt frustrated when he noticed it was dated that day. The library, which was now closed, had provided him with something he never felt possible before; someone to be himself around. Why not he shrugged his shoulders and set to work. Whoever Blue was she didn't seem to know him and he didn't know her either. It was the best situation. Blue, who the hell names themselves after a color? Fine. Call me Black. Well since we aren't attempting to reveal ourselves I see no harm in being myself. For one, I don't know my age because I don't know when I was born. I guess you could say I was adopted. Two, I still would like to be the judge of said skills. I have also succeeded as you stupidly called it and I doubt you could top that. Gajeel smirked. Though much of his night was a blur he did remember the feeling of pure bliss with whoever his fog would not let him recall. Anyways babe, as for my thoughts all I can tell you is that you aren't the only one with a stressful job and sanity issues. Some days are better than others but I don't know if I particularly like the direction by employer has us going. I don't have anyone I care for. I did but they left. What about you? You seem to have a lot of friends as far as I can read. Why not talk to them about all of this shit? Gajeel signed his work Black and left the library to see if word had arrived from Jose regarding his mission.

When no news had come Gajeel tried to pass the time with his guitar and drinking the night away but found his mind drifting back to the library. He had decided that he would only look for a reply after closing; as to not ruin his mission in anyway. That was at least what he told himself. Deep down he enjoyed the mystery that surrounded their growing friendship. As the sunset on Magnolia he quickly changed and returned to the library where he was thankful to see a new message which was longer than before. His heart raced for reasons beyond his understanding.

Dear Black,

You named yourself after a color as well. How sweet of you. Though if you think about it black and blue seem like a violent pair don't you think? Regardless, I am sorry to hear about your childhood though I remember much of my own I was orphaned at a young age so I know the pain you hint of. You don't really like discussing your emotions do you? Why are my skills always in question? I'm starting to wonder babe if you are truly deflecting. Maybe it's a size thing. I don't judge. Much. Why don't you take your own advice and do a different job. It worked well for me. What is it you like to do exactly? I don't know why but I feel comfortable talking to you about well, anything. I do not believe this conversation would work with one of my friends. You just seem to get me.

Sincerely, Blue.

Gajeel began to write letting his mind work before his better judgment could sensor his true emotions that she seemed to crave.

Blue,

You asked what I like and you said it yourself: violence. At least that's what I know I am good for. I've never thought about what I enjoy I guess I would say music. I've never preformed live though. Sweetheart you couldn't handle my size. Have you even gone all the way? I wouldn't want to hurt you. I feel the same by the way. Just saying.

Black

It was two days before Levy was able to journey to the library again. Her legs could not move fast enough. She quickly waved to the small man who was sleeping at the information desk and once she was fully alone she ran through until she was in the safety of the maps section. Levy ripped her notebook from the shelf and scanned his latest writing from the day before. Her heart danced within her chest and she feverishly began to reply before her time was cut short; Lucy had asked to meet at the library.

Black,

Don't call me sweetheart either. How can violence be enjoyable? I have been in my fair share of fights and though some were exhilarating I cannot say I would ever crave them on a daily basis. Why not perform live? You don't strike me as the type to care what others think of you otherwise you wouldn't have written in my journal to begin with. So I think you should put yourself out there. Unless you're scared in which case I will hold your hand Princess. Levy snickered and wondered how he would react to that comment in particular. You've read my journal so you know I have gone the distance and I could handle your attempt at manliness though I don't want to hurt you either. I'm enjoying our conversations immensely Black. Why don't we be friends?

Blue

Lucy's voice reached Levy before she came into view a few aisles away. Quickly she returned her notebook to the shelf though she did not take notice of how it was placed in backwards from all the rest. "Hey!" Lucy whispered as Levy ran towards her friend, her light footsteps barely making a sound on the marble floor. "Can we get some breakfast and come back? I'm starving Natsu ate all the food at my place again!" The two women walked out of the library and into the early morning light. Levy began to poke fun at Lucy's mention of Natsu in her apartment once more. She knew of her friends crush on the pink haired man and enjoyed teasing her for it. "So there's no one in your life currently?" Lucy chimed as Levy's face blushed.

She brought her cup of tea to her lips and sipped it while she pondered if she wanted to divulge her mysterious pen pal yet. She decided against it. "Just a few one night stands but who knows what tomorrow will bring!" Lucy burst into laughter as she began to eat her breakfast and the conversation turned back to her own love life once more.

Gajeel had received no orders for over a week and was growing impatience in the town without a job for him to complete. He strummed his guitar and looked out at the bright afternoon day before him. He wished for nightfall and the possibility of a reply. He had avoided the library for four days in an attempt to show himself that he wasn't obsessed with the woman's letters. He was failing. "Fuck it." He said as he left the inn room he was renting currently and began the walk to the library without caring if he was discovered or not.

The old man looked dead on the information desk. A small stream of drool escaped his bluish lips and Gajeel watched for a moment to make sure that he was, still breathing. He could hear that the library was empty and though slightly disappointed he moved towards their section of the library, as he was now thinking of it, to find the book had changed positions.

Well that's a helpful hint. He read though her words and stopped half way. His studded brows lowered in annoyance. "I ain't a princess!" He yelled not bothering to hide his presence. He could hear the man still asleep upfront and no one else around to care. He read on and pulled out his quill to reply with vast pools of rage fueling his writing.

Blue, I ain't no fucking Princess. What's wrong with you? Can't you make friends of your own? Gajeel stopped and looked down at what he had written thus far. Dumbass he thought as he starched over what he had written before. Blue had grow to be someone, in a few short days, he had cared for though he could not grasp why.

Blue,

Just Black. Not Princess. I'll perform live when work isn't so hectic how does that sound? It was a lie, he knew but one that he could accept currently. I doubt you could hurt me but I'd be willing to let you try if you desired. As for friendship I don't see why that wouldn't work in both our favor. But why not keep this interesting. Each time we can ask any question we want and the other always has to answer? I'll start: What turns you on the most in a guy?

Black

Gajeel debated in staying and finding out who she was but shook his head knowing that if he stayed he would regret it later. The mystery that surrounded her was captivating him immensely. Gajeel smiled as he left through the front of the library. He walked down the busy streets of Magnolia to return to the inn where unbeknownst to him new mission orders awaited. He moved with a quick stride and did not care who his presences disturbed along the way. He bumped into a small woman and didn't even bother to give her a second look. He could hear her and a friend discuss how rude he was and he smiled knowing at least one woman knew whom he truly was; or at least was growing to.

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