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?!"

"I just been…" she sneezed, "…uh, on a mission with…and that fair…"

"You should have stayed in," he interrupted her. He seen a chance to harm the other two chances, and he was waking it.

"Yeah…maybe…" she shivered.

He swirled in his seat and grabbed a blanket to throw on her. "You're not getting any better…" he stated like an afterthought. Maybe he should call Mirajane or someone, but then he wouldn't be alone with Natsa. That was the main thing why he came here. Gray was on a mission with Juvia; who wouldn't lave his side after finding out about his date with Natsa, so Gajeel took this chance to be alone with Natsa without the other two butting in.

So, yeah, he was alone with Natsa. No bystanders, guild members, or even wrestlers. It was just him. Not even Happy was here. He was on a mission with Gray and Juvia, since Gray didn't trust the other girl. Gajeel chuckled at the thought of Juvia trying to rape Gray.

He brushed her pink hair behind her ears, and felt her forehead. She was gradually getting hotter by the second. "Your hot…is that a good friggin' thing or not?!" Gajeel grumbled under his breath. "Why must you be a freakin' Fire Dragon Slayer out of all elements. I can't even till if this is your fever, or just your normal."

"Heh.." she gave a soft laugh. "Your hand is cold…"

"Iron's always cold, pinky." He replied in his smartass tone. He leaned down and grabbed a wet washrug. He placed it on her forehead; hoping to cool down her fever. All of this contact with her skin was starting to make him blush.

"I feel so sick," she moaned.

"Because you are."

"I hate being sick, though."

"Then you should not have stayed out and I wouldn't be the one taking care of you." He pressed more on the washrug. He could practically feel her heat through the material of the washrug; this was starting to get out of control. He leaned his arm on the side of her bed and moved closer to her bed.

Natsa looked up at his face in a dream state fashion. "Why did you come?" It was a single question, but it had a lot of impact on Gajeel. To Natsa, Gajeel was just someone who wanted to choke her whenever she done something dumb. She would never suspect him to care about her sake out of the better good of his heart. She was expecting a excuse like Mirajane sent him; since she knew it was probably the answer.

"It's a long story," he replied.

She yawned and her eyelid covered her pupils. "I got time…tell me…" she asked softly.

Gajeel looked around just in case. He felt like the other two would be around. He sighed and turned back to Natsa. "It's the same reason for asking you to the match last week…and this week. Same as those bastards."

"Same as Gray's and Sting's?" she questioned.

"Yeah, we all three have a thing for you," he blurted out. This may be his last time to spend with Natsa before she picks her new boyfriend, so he rather come out clean; which was against his nature. But telling the deal would harm the other two's spots as well. "I love you, Gray loves you, and Sting loves you."

"And Happy, Lisanna, Master, Erza-" she took a deep breath and finally closed her eyes. She was resting.

Gajeel looked down peacefully at Natsa. Maybe he gotten his feelings across, but he wished she would have noticed more. He felt like an underdog compared to the other two.

He was just an enemy, kinda like Sting, but he destroyed the guild with his bare hands unlike the blonde. There was still bad blood between the two of them, and he could feel it. Even if they couldn't be girlfriends and boyfriends, "I will still want to be your friend…" he covered her with the blanket and moved away from her bed.

He wasn't planning on losing, but he still wanted to be somehow close to her instead of just being the old enemy, or another guildmate. Natsa already had too many enemies to count, and she was friends with all of the guilds around Fiore.

Being a close friend may be the only thing he can do. "I love you. Just remember that, Pinky." He sat on the couch and turned on the tv. The volume turned down so she wouldn't be wake up. He rested his feet on the table.

Gray was the nice guy with abs that all the girls wanted to get in the bed with. He even had a stalker to prove it.

Sting was the rich guy who had looks to get any one he wanted. Just with a flick of his fingers.

And then there was him, Gajeel. One of those bad boys who only knew curse words and looked like he had no emotions other than anger.

The other two had more of a chance than he did, and he knew it from the start. That's why he worked harder than the other two, and tried to ruin their chances; which is why he was a bad boy. He had to do some bad deeds unlike the others.

The match appeared on the tv and somehow he ended up falling asleep on her couch. He woke up with Natsa staring at him. "You're alive?" she question.

"And you're not sick?" he shot back. He leaned up and looked at her. "Were you just pretendin' to be sick, or just an asshole?"

"24 hour flu, I guess," she shrugged her shoulders. "But I feel so much better!" she stretched her arms.

"So just an asshole," he replied. He stood up from the couch. "You owe me for the tickets, though."

"As if. I have no money left."

"I thought you went on a mission few days ago." And not to add when she won that gamble at the wrestling match.

"Food money."

"You have no food."

She smiled, "It doesn't last long."

He rolled his eyes. "I will be leaving then." He walked to the door, but glanced back when he head her speak.

"Thanks, Gajeel."

A smile formed on his face, but he turned before. "Just don't get sick again."

…

He opened the guild door, and just stared forward.

There they were. They were already pointing fingers at him.

"YOU BASTARD!"

"YOU RAPED HER!"

He backed out and shut the door. "I feel like eatin' some fish now."

Happy flew out of the window. "I know the best place!"

"Show me," he replied. The two walked down the street and turned into a shop. While at the guild the two boys fought. Laxus had to split them up.

Gajeel never returned to the guild that day. And Natsa ended up sleeping all day from the aftermath of her cold.

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Thanks for the feedback! And sorry for all of the mistakes. There is one more chapter before the decision.

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