AN: Please enjoy this story,
I'm not currently sure how long I want to take it.
But I really want to do a AU so...
Here we go! :3

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The sun tried to peak out through the heavy cloud cover, the day looked as if it was going to rain forever.

It had not stopped raining for some days, causing some to wonder when if indeed it will cease.

As the denizens carried on about their lives, going to school, going to work, one individual in particular did not follow this social order to the letter, instead he chased after women, scrounging money where he could from back door deals and occasionally betting on himself anonymously in boxing.

Running along the pavement, the figure's footsteps splashing through the puddles. Wearing one of his tracksuits, the hood pulled up over his long black hair. His red eyes averted from those who passed by. His heavy music blared in his ears as he jogged.

He had run the same route for what seemed like months now. Originally he began the run after his room mate had brought some a guy that looked like a rabbit in headlights at times. Whenever his room mate spoke about her date she would talk for hours about him. Obsessing over him. Until she brought the short haired man home. His demeanour was frosty, unwilling to talk, and when he did in fact speak it was said with a sharp tongue, his icy personality hung around this thin muscular man's body.

Why his room mate found him interesting he could never understand. He only thought of women were there to sate his lust, not as something more.

He growled inwardly to himself as he was reminded of the blue haired room mate ticking him off again for bringing home a woman and not going into the bedroom. Instead using the front room.

In the end, she was going to kick him out, as she wanted to move her now boyfriend in, Gray Fullbuster.

The jogger was angry.

It was his flat first, why did he have to move out?

He wasn't looking forward to moving back home, his younger brother was a pain in the ass he remembered.

The red eyed man ran back the final block to his complex. Doing his usual cool down at the bottom of his stair well before heading up to take a shower. As he turned the key he heard a giggle followed by a man crying out in pain. Pushing the door open he saw his room mate standing over her boyfriend Gray. He had been tied up, as she wore her dominatrix outfit.

"Fucking hell Juvia!" he slammed the door behind him, averting his eyes from her boyfriend, who was pleading to be let go.

"Gajeel-kun... I've seen much worse" giggling before going back to her boyfriend.

The bedroom door slammed as he rushed past them both.

The man looked in his mirror as he stripped, preparing for his shower, looking at his piercings. He rolled his eyes as he heard his best friend being intimate on the other side of the door. It always bothered him how open she was with her sexual antic's.

He enjoyed sex as much as the next guy but at least when he wanted to have some random over he made sure that Juvia wouldn't be home,

Apart from... That one time when he was in the kitchen...
And the other when he had another girl in the shared bathroom...
Or the other time when Juvia walked in whilst he was wasted with one on the sofa.

But other than those occasions,

Oh when she walked in and he was asleep in her bed with two women.

So except those few instances, he was very cautious.

Turning on the shower, he allowed the water to heat up as he organised his essentials, so many hair care products. His monthly bathroom product bill was huge, his collection even rivalled his room mates.

Stepping into the shower he felt the warmth cover his worn out muscles, the run had taken more out of him than he realised. The rain made the days last that bit longer. He sighed as he washed his face under the water, rising the soap bubbles out fully from his long black mane,

The squeals of delight filled the apartment, again.

I'm definitely gonna move...

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"Master Redfox! I can't believe you've come home!" a short looking woman stared at the man in front of her, holding a suitcase.

She produced a newspaper out from no-where and began beating him with it

"Why – Didn't – You – Call – We – Were – So – Worried – About – You!" as she stuck him.

"Is my room ready?" he looked at the short woman, her black hair tied up neatly into a bob. Not a hair out of place, even after the beating.

She sighed deeply, he hadn't changed one bit she realised.

"Yes, just as you left it" She added "Except tidy."

"Tsk" as he walked into the large house. His heavy boots echoed through the hallway. The pictures of his family lineage lined the walls.

His had been taken down he noticed. Whatever...

"Gajeel! I thought you were home!" a younger man with a slightly smaller muscular frame ran down the stair case, his shorter black hair flowed behind him,

"Yeh? We'll its my house aint it?" Gajeel snorted at his brother Rogue.

His brother looked sad but quickly changed his tune, "Oh. My friend has a house party this weekend if you wanted to come along? I think some of the guys you hung out will be there?"

"Why would I wanna go to some kids party?" Gajeel dropped his case onto the floor as he pulled off his leather jacket, eyeing him up.

"Oh.. OK well... Whatever. The offers still there – Its at Laxus house, pool party kinda deal" Shrugging

Gajeel looked hard at Rogue "How the fuck do you know Laxus? And how did you get invited to HIS party?"

Laxus was renown for having incredible house parties. However they were difficult to get into, If you weren't part of his circle, you didn't get in.

"Oh... Well, I'm best friends with his younger brother Sting..." trailing off.

"You gotta be shitting me!" Gajeel couldn't believe the guy in front of him actually got on with Laxus's younger brother, he was equally difficult to get along with. But then he realised, he himself was on good terms with Laxus.

"Fuck well. OK. Whatever. I'm going out shortly."

Rouge moved out the way, he had missed his brother, he'd been gone for a few years, they heard only little pieces of information, enough to know that he was alive, and that he wasn't homeless. Apart from that he kept quiet.

Gajeel climbed the stair case heading up to his old bedroom. He pulled open the door, his dark walls, making him feel like he was walking into a time capsule. The pictures that were hung up on his wall annoyed him, pulling them down immediately, throwing them into a pile on the floor. Photos of old girlfriends, his old group of close nit friends... The only one he kept in touch with was Juvia.

"Gajeel! You are here five minutes! and now I find have you have already begun messing up your room!" The little woman had followed him upstairs. Standing in the doorway, holding his case that he neglected to bring up.

"Your parents are out for the evening, I suggest you make yourself decent as food will be prepared shortly"

Gajeel rolled his eyes, "No. I ain't hungry. I'm going out. So. Thanks and that" he had to remember his language around this woman, she had brought him and Rogue up, she was more of a parent than their own parents. Both too busy working or away on business to look after their children.

Pulling out his phone, he scrolled through his contacts, ringing up Laxus as he shooed the little women out his room closing the door behind her.

"I'm back in town, I heard from my runt of a brother that you're partying again this weekend?"

"Oh... Its you, I thought you'd forgotten about me. Yeah I gotta a party, its 8, you interested?"

Gajeel rubbed the back of his head as he paced his room, "Yeh. You free this evenin'?"

"No. Plans. Alright, see you this weekend. Catch you later!"

"Yeh." Gajeel hung up, he scrolled through again, no-one else lived in the area. Throwing his phone onto his bed. Growling. He had lost track of his old friends, Laxus was the only one who was seemingly interested in hanging out again.

Gajeel stared up at the ceiling as he lay on his bed. It was considerably smaller than he remembered. But he had only been 16 when he left home. He needed to get out. Standing up from the bed he grabbed his phone, pushing it into his pocket and he left his room. Heading down the stairs and walked to the garage where he kept his bike.

His old flat he shared with Juvia wasn't in the best of places, if he left his bike outside, it would have been stripped within minutes of being left alone.

Revving her engine he pulled back out and drove out at speed. Driving to the center of down, he needed a drink. Or two.

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The evening sun shone down across the concrete jungle, a small girl was walking out of her equally small flat. Wearing a bright orange dress hugging her figure, her red heels wrapping around her ankle's giving her extra height.

"Alright... This guy isn't weird... You've been out with him several times.. He is just.. Touchy... I mean friendly!" She spoke to her self as she stood outside waiting for her date to arrive for the evening. Clutching her small evening bag she looked down the road in each direction, waiting for his car to turn up.

Tapping her foot she looked at the time. He was late. Well, he was busy with being a doctor...I think? Or maybe he was a veterinarian...

Eventually her date pulled up. He shut the engine off and strode around the front of his car. Taking the bluenette's hand into his, kissing her cheeks in a greeting. "You look stunning this evening Lev"

Levy's eye twitched. She really didn't enjoy having her name shortened, it was short enough without it being reduced to just three letters.

"Ohh! Jonathan you look smart as always!" laughing nervously. She swallowed hoping he didn't notice her gruff tone.

"Shall we?" he took her hand as he opened up the passenger side door. Gracefully Levy slipped onto the leather seat. It was certainly a lovely red painting shone brightly against the orange sun, glinting on the cars and windows. I'm sure it was a black car last time...

Closing the door, he walked back around the front of the car, pulling his door open and sitting down next to her, the car tilted slightly due to his weight. "I've been hoping that we'd get to go out again, I've really missed you" Jonathan sounded genuine. "I hope that

She didn't hate it. It just felt rehearsed. As if he used it as a line, perhaps he did. He would never speak about past relationships, and when pressed he simply said he'd been with a few and left it at that.

Levy on the other hand had only got to kiss Adam in middle school behind the bike shed. Where she was then teased by the other girls for the rest of the year.

Watching the streets go by, she engaged in small talk, laughing at his bad jokes. Trying not to pay attention to his large belly popping out from under his shirt.

Pulling up outside restaurant, both exiting the car, Jonathan handed his keys to the valet. Taking Levy by the hand as they entered, walking towards the bar.

"I can't believe you managed to get a reservation here!" Levy was astonished, this particular restaurant was notorious for 3 month reservations.

So by counting back she looked at him, "Did... you book this when we had our first date?"

He blushed "Nothing slips by you does it?" laughing, as he handed his date a glass of white wine.

"To a wonderful evening" as they cheered. Levy's bright face shone brightly in the lighting. She did enjoy his company, he was great at making her laugh, however she felt no spark.

As the evening drew on she noticed he kept leaving to go to the bathroom and constantly checking his phone, believing it to be work she shook aside any negative thoughts. She was having a good time, even if he was a bit cheesy. He stroked her hand across the table. Moving her hand away he gave off a soft exhale to express his disappointment in a childish manner, laughing as he did so each time. Time and time again he kept trying to advance on her. Using different tactics.

Her fingers rubbed the stem of the wine glass as she watched him time and time again ignoring her side of the conversation. "Uh.. huh" he kept saying, all he wanted was to get her to finish the first wine or at least leave to use the bathroom.

She looked at her watch only 10pm, she'd been on the date for two hours and already he was bored.

Jonathan looked at Levy, he decided he'd carry out his plan, motioning the waiter over to the table, and winking as he whispered. The waiter looked at Levy and smiled as he left for a few moments before returning with a bottle of champagne and two flutes.

The waiter winked at Levy, he felt like cupid to this couple.

"Shall we toast?" Jonathan looked hopeful at Levy

"Oh.. Haven't we already toasted?" she spoke as she finished her first glass of wine she'd been milking all evening.

"Well... I just thought this has been going so well..." He laughed anxiously

Where he got the thought that this night was going well is beyond me...

"Mhm, sounds lovely!" she uttered she wasn't going to upset him now, not after the price of the bottle must of cost him.

She picked up the flute, as she watched him, smiling, they clinked their glasses.

Excusing herself to powder her nose, Jonathan changed his tactics once again, taking out a small sachet of power he dropped it into her glass, swilling it around with one of the long spoons in front of his place setting. Carefully avoiding being seen by other evening goers.

Upon returning she took another sip of her glass unaware of it being tampered with. His face had changed slightly, becoming darker she thought. Perhaps she was feeling tired from being bored rigid.

As they left the restaurant, he looked deeply into her eyes as they waited for the car to pull up.

Cautiously touching her face, he wanted to kiss her lips, but he hated how short she was without heels on.

"Lev, I realise its only been three dates but... Would you like to head back to mine for coffee?"

She looked at him, feeling slightly woosey. "oh.. No no I couldn't I should really get back... its pretty late..."

"Well I'll drive you back then," He was becoming more handsy much to Levy's disdain.

"Oh its OK, I promised I'd meet a friend this evening"

Why was she lying? She never lied. It was almost 1am who the hell was she gonna meet at this time of day!

"No I insist!" almost pulling her towards the car that pulled up.

"No!" she pulled her arm out of his grip "When a woman says no, you... You listen" her head felt dizzy.

He didn't want to leave her, she'd go to the police saying that he drugged her. He needed to get her into the car.

Levy stormed off down the pavement heading alongside a small park. "Just... Thanks for the evening but I'm walking home"

Handing back his car keys to the valet, ushering him to re-park it as he went after his date. He struggled to run under his weight and full stomach.

She'd made it some distance from the restaurant,

"I don't wanna catch a bus..." she mumbled. Feeling glad that she'd got away from the gentleman gone creep.

"Lev! Hey Lev! Wait up!" She tried to walk faster, slowly feeling her feet getting heavier.

"I'll call you Jonathan...! Thank-" Her wrist was grabbed. She turned around catching sight of Jonathan looking crazed.

"Don't you go leaving me now!"

Levy looked around trying to find someone to help her. The street was empty. He was absurdly strong.

She heard a loud rumble coming up the road. She turned to look at it, her only chance at help.

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Gajeel watched one of the many TV's that filled up the bar as he drunk, picking at the random dish he ordered at the bar. He looked at the time,

Fuck its late.

He paid his tab and wondered out the bar. Looking up at the clear sky, cooling down the city. However the days sun still kept the pavement warm. He was glad that he was back in the sunshine. No more rain.

Straddling his bike, he groaned remembering he was back home. Starting up his bike he patted the fuel tank, Lets go... His bike revved accordingly as if it understood the man.

Gajeel decided he'd take the longest way back he could think of, anything to waste time in getting home.

As he drove down one road, he looked at all the expensive restaurants. Grunting at the people who thought it was a good idea to waste money on the worst cuts of food.

Ahead of him something caught his eye, a blue haired girl was trying to pull away from a large man in a suit, she didn't look steady on her feet. He assumed that she must have been drunk. He shrugged it off, he wasn't that kind of guy. As he neared her, she turned and looked straight at him, the look of panic that covered her face hit him like a tonne of bricks.

She wasn't drunk. Or at least she wasn't comfortable with the man holding her arm.

He was constantly calling her "Lev" over and over again, almost chanting her name. "We have to go, you are making a scene"

"Please just let me go home" she was begging him now, her head was swimming.

"Let her go." Gajeel's deep voice boomed over her. He grabbed hold of the guys hand that held onto Levy. His red eyes staring at the man, threatening him.

"Yeah. Sure. Call me Lev, you hear!" He stormed off, shouting at the valet demanding his car immediately.

"Oh.. Thanks!" the bluenette spoke, she stumbled.

Gajeel grabbed her gently, "You alright?"

"I'm just..." she blinked several times, "just... tired?"

Gajeel tried forcing small talk "Too much to drink huh?"

"oh.. Hah no I don't really drink... hah... oh my head..." she bent over holding her temples.

"I really must get home..."

Gajeel looked at the woman struggling to hold herself.

"You must be some light weight..." Something felt off to him with this woman.

"I don't usually feel this bad after one glass of wine... Ohh... I did have that champagne... Uhh... But I left to use the bathroom..."

Gajeel looked up from the woman, trying to find the same man. Gritting his teeth. He was long gone.

"I'll give you a lift back to yours, you just tell me where"

"Um... I don't know... OK... " She gave him her address. She couldn't walk home like this, Gajeel escorted her to his bike, he didn't feel safe having her sit behind her in her current state.

"Look it won't be too comfortable but sit here, and you wont fall off if you pass out." She nodded she wasn't following what the man had said. But he didn't frighten her. She tried to sit on the front but she couldn't move. In one swift movement she felt herself lifted up into the air and placed on the middle of the bike.

Gajeel sat behind her, ensuring she sat on the seat and not the fuel tank.

Positioning his arms on the handle bars, he revved the engine, keeping her in place as he roared off down the road.

As he pulls up to the apartment, he nudges her. "Oi." she is barely conscious now. "Oi, where are ya keys?"

She isn't moving any more, breathing deeply. "How could ya fall asleep from that?" His mind retraced everything she said before,

"Fuck.. If I see that guy again..." Angrily he started up his bike again and roared to his own home. Taking the bluenette with him.

He wasn't going to break into her apartment, he had no idea which one it was and being 2am, he'll have a lot to answer to if the police are called.

Riding into the long drive of his family's home he looks up at the house. No lights on apart from Rogue's.

Pulling up into the garage he carefully picks up the girl, carrying her round to the kitchen door that opens into it. She sat easily on his arm as he held her close.

Slinking his way through the kitchen, and up through the main hallway, he slowly walks up the stairs. His boots making no sound along the flooring.

He just has to get past his younger brothers room to the guest room. Pressing his back to the wall he watches Rouge leave to use the bathroom, using that as his moment he swiftly enters the guest room, closing the door silently behind him.

Laying Levy on the bed he looks at her. Realising he never looked at her before. Her hair a beautiful blue, similar to Juvia's colouring. He watched her for a while.

"Yah gonna have such a headache tomorrow..." standing himself up, he hadn't even realised he'd knelt down beside this woman. Her scent filled his nose. Grumbling he left, closing the door behind him.

Immediately walking into Rouge who stood out the door waiting.

"What are you doing?" Rogue's arms folded across his bare chest. Only wearing black bottoms.

"What does it look like?" as Gajeel walked back to his own room. Throwing himself onto the bed.

"What. The actual Fuck." Putting his hands on his face.

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AN: I'm English not American...
so if I subconsciously switch words around I'm sorry! D: