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Report to his HQ, follow their orders, gain his trust, but at all cost DO NOT trust him.
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“Maravilloso mujer, would you pay respect to these wonderful fruits I grow?” A fruit merchant called out to the bluenette as she walked through the market of the unfamiliar country.
Levy beamed a smile. “Gracias señor, but another time perhaps.” She had ditched her normal olive dress for a simpler one that had a white top and a red skirt.
The old man smiled in return and tilted his hat. “Alright Senorita, but please take this flower as a gift. Your gentle nature has brightened up my day.” He handed Levy a rose before bidding her good-bye.
Levy placed the flower in her hair and continued walking down the streets of the evening crowd—admiring a beauty that she had not seen. Spain was different from her home of Italy. She loved her villa, but this was not a bad place to visit. As she strolled, she allowed her thoughts roam from the days past.
After the Spaniard had come into her home about a week ago, Levy had reported to her boss and was given full permission to visit Spain and speak with the Spanish force. The paperwork had been filled out and Levy was now in Madrid, Spain.
Her meeting had gone fine with the Spanish authorities and a compromise was made on how they would settle this dispute.
She was given the day to relax and take in the city before going to work.
“Buena noches Senorita, how are you taking in Madrid?” a smooth voice cooed from behind and followed the girl through the market.
Levy didn’t have to turn around to know who it was. She grinned confidently. “Signore- I mean, Senor Redfox, I was not expecting you until later this evening. As for Madrid, it’s no Italy, but holds much respectable charm—I must say.”
Gajeel snickered. “This is my country; I take pride of it. But as for my presence, I decided dusk will be a better time. Let’s us start so we can get the work done as soon as possible.”
“Aw, trying to get rid of my already?” Levy answered in a playful voice.
“No, no, no, not even. But a preguntarse like yourself, should not have to worry about your small villa in the hillside. We will work together to protect both of our homes, si?” Gajeel replied as he took the bluenette’s hand and guided her into one of many of the town’s hidden alleys.
Earn his trust. “Si, Senor. Are we going somewhere to chat privately?” she asked as she finally took a look at her companion.
The fraud persona had gone with the clothes and the man wore a black shirt buttoned up that clung tightly to his chest. He wore a smirk on his face along with a black hat that had a red strip going around it. He was definitely not hiding anything. Levy eyed and let her irises wonder.
“Getting an eyeful, eh—linda chica. The Italians boys must not satisfying, eh?” By now, Gajeel’s accent didn’t hide itself and it only added passion and flavor to the words he spoke.
Levy raised a brow questioningly, not knowing what ‘linda chica’ meant—but didn’t mind much. With the two being together, she planned that it wouldn’t be the only time the two would have a set back cause of a language barrier, even if they could speak the other’s language along with English.
Gajeel’s words had finally hit the bluenette, and she soon began to blush. She let out a sqeak.
The Spaniard snickered. “Took you some time, eh.” He smirked down at the woman.
Levy puffed her cheeks and looked off to the side. “Whatever. I’ll have you know that I don’t spend my time doing those types of things.”
Gajeel looked at her curiously. “No?” He chuckled and lowered his voice. “Oh, but I’m sure want to?”
Levy wasn’t ready for that type of response; it had made her heart skip. Her face grew redder and continue to let this man lead her through this foreign city. It took her a bit to find her words. “I don’t know what you mean, Signore.” She answered shyly.
Gajeel grinned at the girl. “You’ll find out one day, perhaps.” They walked on the stone road and through the twist and turns of the alleyways. Levy pondered on his words. What does he mean exactly…should I be cautious?
Suddenly, Redfox stopped at the sight of a tiny red café. It was decorated outside with flowers and had a small outdoor seating area fenced with thin, black steel. It seemed nice and welcoming and was not busy—being filled with the few locals every now and then.
“A hide out, Signore?” Levy whispered cautiously.
“More like a rest place, Senorita. No need to be on guard—these are my friends.” Gajeel grinned. Levy grabbed onto his arm and let him continue to the building.
The patrons looked at the man lazily until they saw his companion. A new recruit? They thought—that would be odd since Redfox wasn’t one to take on newbies. However, this was not a new one and by the sneaky gladness on the males face this was not a one time lover either. They didn’t know what to think.
“So the gorgeous viola comes to our place of rest. I must say I haven’t been displeased with our new Italian ally.” A man answered those question and made way to the two in a black suit. He took Levy’s hand and kissed it respectfully.
Levy smiled graciously at the man. “Signore Lily, good to see you again.”
The dark male beamed. “You as well, and to be frank, I wish you luck with this babbuino here. He can be extremely hardheaded at times.”
Levy laughed. “Oh really? Then I must keep watch and make sure he doesn’t err.”
Gajeel glared at the two. He didn’t get what was so funny and wasn’t sure what the word ‘babbuino’ meant either. He rolled his eyes before pulling away towards the deserted outdoor area. “Good bye Lil’. I have work.”
The man chuckled. “Don’t have too much fun with either.” Those two should stick with each other; it will do a lot of good.
They sat and a small snack of bread and a plate of Jamón ibérico was given. Levy chuckled. “You dare bring me this; it’s like mocking out prosciutto, you know.”
Gajeel snickered. “You may find this better mi dea.”
Levy ate it, but showed no sign of fascination—merely shrugged. “It’s alright.”
Gajeel rolled his eyes. “Sure, sure. I rather fascinate you in other ways.” He smirked; however, he moved on before Levy could question his words. “I take the boss gave you the orders and such?”
Levy nodded. “Si, we follow the plan and sneak into the hideout; then, we’ll gather information and work from there.” She smiled.
Gajeel snickered. “You always a stickler for the rules? Maybe that might change if you’re with me.”
“As long as we don’t do anything to reckless, I’ll do what it takes. I trust you, Signore.” Levy grinned at the man. Ha! Sure I do.
Gajeel smirked. “As do I, Senorita.” Keep letting her think that. The two toasted and clinked their glasses—each eyeing the other as they sipped. Oh yes, their adventure was only beginning.
Levy beamed a smile. “Gracias señor, but another time perhaps.” She had ditched her normal olive dress for a simpler one that had a white top and a red skirt.
The old man smiled in return and tilted his hat. “Alright Senorita, but please take this flower as a gift. Your gentle nature has brightened up my day.” He handed Levy a rose before bidding her good-bye.
Levy placed the flower in her hair and continued walking down the streets of the evening crowd—admiring a beauty that she had not seen. Spain was different from her home of Italy. She loved her villa, but this was not a bad place to visit. As she strolled, she allowed her thoughts roam from the days past.
After the Spaniard had come into her home about a week ago, Levy had reported to her boss and was given full permission to visit Spain and speak with the Spanish force. The paperwork had been filled out and Levy was now in Madrid, Spain.
Her meeting had gone fine with the Spanish authorities and a compromise was made on how they would settle this dispute.
She was given the day to relax and take in the city before going to work.
“Buena noches Senorita, how are you taking in Madrid?” a smooth voice cooed from behind and followed the girl through the market.
Levy didn’t have to turn around to know who it was. She grinned confidently. “Signore- I mean, Senor Redfox, I was not expecting you until later this evening. As for Madrid, it’s no Italy, but holds much respectable charm—I must say.”
Gajeel snickered. “This is my country; I take pride of it. But as for my presence, I decided dusk will be a better time. Let’s us start so we can get the work done as soon as possible.”
“Aw, trying to get rid of my already?” Levy answered in a playful voice.
“No, no, no, not even. But a preguntarse like yourself, should not have to worry about your small villa in the hillside. We will work together to protect both of our homes, si?” Gajeel replied as he took the bluenette’s hand and guided her into one of many of the town’s hidden alleys.
Earn his trust. “Si, Senor. Are we going somewhere to chat privately?” she asked as she finally took a look at her companion.
The fraud persona had gone with the clothes and the man wore a black shirt buttoned up that clung tightly to his chest. He wore a smirk on his face along with a black hat that had a red strip going around it. He was definitely not hiding anything. Levy eyed and let her irises wonder.
“Getting an eyeful, eh—linda chica. The Italians boys must not satisfying, eh?” By now, Gajeel’s accent didn’t hide itself and it only added passion and flavor to the words he spoke.
Levy raised a brow questioningly, not knowing what ‘linda chica’ meant—but didn’t mind much. With the two being together, she planned that it wouldn’t be the only time the two would have a set back cause of a language barrier, even if they could speak the other’s language along with English.
Gajeel’s words had finally hit the bluenette, and she soon began to blush. She let out a sqeak.
The Spaniard snickered. “Took you some time, eh.” He smirked down at the woman.
Levy puffed her cheeks and looked off to the side. “Whatever. I’ll have you know that I don’t spend my time doing those types of things.”
Gajeel looked at her curiously. “No?” He chuckled and lowered his voice. “Oh, but I’m sure want to?”
Levy wasn’t ready for that type of response; it had made her heart skip. Her face grew redder and continue to let this man lead her through this foreign city. It took her a bit to find her words. “I don’t know what you mean, Signore.” She answered shyly.
Gajeel grinned at the girl. “You’ll find out one day, perhaps.” They walked on the stone road and through the twist and turns of the alleyways. Levy pondered on his words. What does he mean exactly…should I be cautious?
Suddenly, Redfox stopped at the sight of a tiny red café. It was decorated outside with flowers and had a small outdoor seating area fenced with thin, black steel. It seemed nice and welcoming and was not busy—being filled with the few locals every now and then.
“A hide out, Signore?” Levy whispered cautiously.
“More like a rest place, Senorita. No need to be on guard—these are my friends.” Gajeel grinned. Levy grabbed onto his arm and let him continue to the building.
The patrons looked at the man lazily until they saw his companion. A new recruit? They thought—that would be odd since Redfox wasn’t one to take on newbies. However, this was not a new one and by the sneaky gladness on the males face this was not a one time lover either. They didn’t know what to think.
“So the gorgeous viola comes to our place of rest. I must say I haven’t been displeased with our new Italian ally.” A man answered those question and made way to the two in a black suit. He took Levy’s hand and kissed it respectfully.
Levy smiled graciously at the man. “Signore Lily, good to see you again.”
The dark male beamed. “You as well, and to be frank, I wish you luck with this babbuino here. He can be extremely hardheaded at times.”
Levy laughed. “Oh really? Then I must keep watch and make sure he doesn’t err.”
Gajeel glared at the two. He didn’t get what was so funny and wasn’t sure what the word ‘babbuino’ meant either. He rolled his eyes before pulling away towards the deserted outdoor area. “Good bye Lil’. I have work.”
The man chuckled. “Don’t have too much fun with either.” Those two should stick with each other; it will do a lot of good.
They sat and a small snack of bread and a plate of Jamón ibérico was given. Levy chuckled. “You dare bring me this; it’s like mocking out prosciutto, you know.”
Gajeel snickered. “You may find this better mi dea.”
Levy ate it, but showed no sign of fascination—merely shrugged. “It’s alright.”
Gajeel rolled his eyes. “Sure, sure. I rather fascinate you in other ways.” He smirked; however, he moved on before Levy could question his words. “I take the boss gave you the orders and such?”
Levy nodded. “Si, we follow the plan and sneak into the hideout; then, we’ll gather information and work from there.” She smiled.
Gajeel snickered. “You always a stickler for the rules? Maybe that might change if you’re with me.”
“As long as we don’t do anything to reckless, I’ll do what it takes. I trust you, Signore.” Levy grinned at the man. Ha! Sure I do.
Gajeel smirked. “As do I, Senorita.” Keep letting her think that. The two toasted and clinked their glasses—each eyeing the other as they sipped. Oh yes, their adventure was only beginning.
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Oh my! I am really enjoying the idea of a Spanish Gajeel!!! 😆 I love this! It would be great for you to continue it! But alas, I saw that you said that you were a bit too busy to continue at the moment. I shall eagerly await the next chapter once you have the time for it!