Little Wanderer

Meldor and Jule McGarden lived a struggling life. They worked hard to put food on the table, and there were a number of times when they had to resort to stealing and trickery to survive. They did everything they could, more so when they had a precious baby girl, Levy McGarden.

Levy McGarden was not oblivious to her parents' struggles to keep the family going. She knew that it was wrong—her parents had told her that stealing and tricking people were wrong—but her little mind knew that it was a choice and risk they had to make. Her parents did not allow the young girl to take part in theft or trickery.

While Meldor and Jule often resorted to theft when they struggled to keep food on the table, Levy often stole other things, things such as books. She loved to read, and her parents could see it, but they could never buy her the books she wanted because they were much too poor for it. The first time Levy stole a book, she was strongly reprimanded by her parents.

"We may have to steal food, because we need to eat. But books are not…" Her mother hesitated. Levy was solemn. "We just can't go stealing books." She said, in the end.

Despite that, Levy stole a few books over her childhood, stashing them in a secret place in her room. Their house was small, but she had a place in her room where she stored them, unknown to her parents.

But life wasn't always going to stay the same, and for the McGardens, it was terrible.

"Wait, let me pay it off, please." Meldor begged a strange clown-like man, his outfit a striking purple. Levy stood behind her mother in fear.

"If I let you go now, you'll run off and the debt will never be settled, I'm sure." The man spoke softly, though his anger was evident.

"Please, we'll surely pay you back." Jule pleaded, pushing Levy towards her room.

The man grew angrier. "You will pay it now!" He yelled, striking Meldor with his sword, right through the poor man's heart.

"Meldor!" Jule screamed. Levy trembled, mumbling for her father. Jule pushed Levy towards her room, grabbing a leather sling bag and slipping it over the little girl's shoulders. "Levy, I love you. Your father loves you. You must run away. This wealth is all we have…I hope…oh Lord please, please help this poor child." Her mother whispered desperately and hastily before the strange man came towards them. Jule kicked open a small hidden door and pushed Levy towards it. "Run, Levy!"

"Oh, you aren't getting away." The man cackled as Jude turned around to the face the man.

"You'll pay for my husband's death!" She cried as she pulled out a dagger with trembling hands. "Run right now!" Jule cried to her ten year old daughter. And right in front of Levy's own eyes, she saw her mother being killed as easily as her father was.

"Mommy!" Levy cried. But she knew she had to do what her mother said. And so she ran, with tears streaming down her face. She ran as fast as her feet could take her, to where, she didn't know. But anywhere was better, Levy thought, than where the man was.

Levy McGarden wandered. She reached a city she read as Oak Town. She didn't know what to do, or where to go. She wasn't sure if she could trust anyone. She wasn't sure how she would live now that her parents were gone.

"Mommy….daddy…" She sobbed, crouching against a wall and sobbing to herself. Hugging her knees to her chest, she peered at the people passing by the street. To them, she looked like any street child. She knew she didn't have anyone any longer. She opened the leather bag that her mother gave her, and saw gold coins, a lot more than she had ever seen in her ten years of life.

"Oh, there you are little lamb. How convenient that you're in my town!" Levy heard the menacing man's amused voice. Eyes widening, she turned around to look straight at Jose Porla.

In a second, Levy felt a sharp pain in her stomach. Punched by Jose, she drifted off into unconsciousness. Her final image was a beastly boy, not much older than she was.

She awoke in a strange place. It was dark, and she had trouble making out what was what. She held out her hand to feel something, and ended up pressing something soft.

"She poked me!" Levy heard a young boy say.

"She's awake, is she?" Levy heard a familiar, troubling voice. She shot up, eyes wide and fearful. She searched for an escape. Seeing a door, she scurried out of where she lay and rushed towards it, only to be yanked back by someone. She whipped her head to look at the boy who spoke. His hair was wild, and he scowled. She trembled, whimpering in fear.

Jose Porla chuckled. "You'll be paying off the debts that your family left, little girl." He said.

Levy tried to get out of the boy's grip. "So, what does that mean, Master Jose?" The boy asked with a mischievous grin.

Jose looked at Levy with an indifferent look. "Oh, you can do whatever you want with her right now."

"No! No, no, let me go!" Levy cried, trying to pull her arm away. Tears flowed from her eyes. "I don't want to be here! Mommy!"

Jose chuckled. "Mommy's gone, dear. Just like daddy. Poor child…but you'll be safe here, where you belong. Isn't that right, Gajeel? I trust you'd make good use of her."

Levy froze, and her body fell limp. The boy shrugged, pulling her along with him. Levy's eyes dimmed, losing the vigor a child should have. In that moment, she felt a terrible tug in her heart that her life had just ended. At the age of ten, the world crashed down, despair and tragedy her theme, and not even an ounce of desperation was available for her.

And she stared at the back of the beastly boy who pulled her, whose hand was firm yet cold and strangely, securely snug around her thin arm.

Levy felt fatigue. Everything happened in a day, and everything was terrible. Her family was gone. Her wealth was gone. Her pride was gone. Her life…was gone.

And as she was made to serve the boy food, she felt…anger. She was only ten. A ten year old doesn't experience this, ever. But she is. And this is real. But she can't run away from this boy, neither can she run away from Jose.

The boy looked at his food that she placed in front of him as he sat comfortably in his room. "…What is this?" He said, looking at the meal which consisted mostly of vegetables. "This isn't for me."

Levy looked at the meal. "It looks fine to me." She said.

He pushed the tray of food off his table, the plates smashing down to the floor. "Clean it up."

Levy stared at the mess in mild surprise. "Well?" He barked. She looked at him defiantly. He gripped her arm and pulled her closer. "You'll listen to me." He hissed.

She gulped. "No. No, I won't." She dared to say, only to be slapped across the face by him.

Gajeel laughed. "You know you don't stand a chance against me."

Levy choked back tears. "Gajeel." She mumbled.

The boy raised an eyebrow at her. "You should call me 'Master' instead." He said smugly.

"Gajeel." Levy said, pulling her arm out of his grip. "You're…you're stupid!" She said, as that was the worst insult she could think of at the moment. In that instant, she ran out of his room.

She cried. She didn't want this. She needed to leave. She didn't care if she died, as long as she died away from this wretched place. As she wiped her tears, she bumped into two men. They loomed over her and she squeaked. She trembled.

"Who's this?" One of them asked.

"Beats me. Seems like a stray cat, don't you think?" The other chuckled. "Well, if no one claims her, then maybe we could have our own fun, eh?"

They grabbed her arms. She winced. "Let go!" She cried. "Please, please, let go!" She begged.

"Let her go." The two men and Levy heard a hiss from behind her, and the two men immediately let go of Levy.

"G-Gajeel, we had no idea. Sorry." One of them said, and they scurried away.

Levy looked at Gajeel, who scowled. She wondered why he had such authority. But before she could ask, she burst into tears. She fell to the ground in a heap, unsure of what to do anymore. She wasn't safe unless she followed Gajeel's demands, and she was just a captive in this wretched hellhole.

Seven years pass, and Levy grew into a young woman of seventeen. Her physique was a little less than well, but she was naturally petite yet also a looker among the men. Not that the men of Phantom Lord could ever do so with Gajeel around.

Jose left Levy under Gajeel's 'care'. She was taken in to pay off her parents' debt by working for the dark guild called Phantom Lord. More importantly, she was Gajeel's personal slave, by request of the iron man.

She always tried to find an escape, but she never could. Gajeel was too smart and too swift for her, and she hated him for that. She hated Phantom Lord and everyone in it. There was not one she could call a friend; there was no one she could trust.

"Shrimp." She heard her Master call out lazily, and she walked over to him.

"Yes, Master?" She asked softly.

"Get me something to drink." He said, stretching his arms as he sat up on his bed. She eyed the scars on his body, since he never wore a shirt when he went to sleep, and catching her gaze, he smirked. "Is there something you want?" He said, the suggestive tone evident in his voice.

She looked away. "No, Sir." She replied curtly as she left to get him a drink. She returned not too long after with a glass of water. "Shall I bring your meal?"

"Not hungry." He said, finishing his drink and setting the glass on the table beside his bed.

Levy was about to walk away when he pulled her onto his bed, and pinned her down. She didn't struggle to get away. "Yes, Master?" She asked.

"Come on, shorty. Don't need to be so obedient. Show some spunk." He teased with his signature snicker.

Levy gave a small smile. They both knew the smile was hardly genuine. "I'm sorry, Master. I don't think I can." She's been in this situation before. The first time it happened, she was genuinely embarrassed. But this was as far as his games got. She knew he would let her go sooner or later. "I think you'd be better off asking some other girl."

There was a looming silence as the amused expression on Gajeel's face disappeared and the both of them stared into each other's eyes, equally hollow. "…Too bad I can't." He said.

"Of course you can, Master." Levy said. "You can get anyone you want."

"No." He said, eyes narrowing.

Levy chuckled. "Yes, you can."

"No," He said, slowly and sternly this time. "Bitch. Shut your mouth."

Levy fell silent. He slid a hand down from her arms to her face, caressing it softly, going down further to her neck and then to her chest. Levy froze. "Master—"

"Didn't you hear what I said?" He snarled.

Levy trembled. "Please, don't." She whispered, until her lips were covered by his own. This was her first kiss. She didn't know how to feel or what to do, so she froze. But she didn't want anything more to happen. When he broke the kiss, he loomed over her with his large build. She felt trapped.

"Fuck." He got off the bed and walked into his bathroom. "Have breakfast ready by the time I come out." He barked as he shut the door.

"Yes...Master." She whispered in relief.

Note: So...I know I went MIA for some time and I suddenly reappear with this M-rated fanfic. And I know this fanfic seems rushed and weird, really weird, because I kind of wrote it really fast. And this is my first attempt at an M fic.

This means there will be sex, and there's the whole maid/Master thing going on, yes. I know it's...kinky, or whatever you'd describe it. Maybe even corny. But well, I'll continue if the turnout is well. If not, then ohhh well.

(I've got some things in mind I'd like to write into this story, but it all depends on you, the readers. So, I hope you'll let me continue this story. Hee.)

Oh, and yes, characters will be OOC at times, and I'm sorry about that.