Shadow Script landed outside a deserted set of bathrooms in the form of a small, concrete building that sat alone and unused in the empty parking lot of a football stadium.

     Glancing around briefly to make sure no one was around, Shadow Script vanished inside the girl's bathroom. She walked over to the mirror that hung over the single, dirty sink, and pulled off her mask. She stared briefly at her reflection of round, amber eyes, pale skin, and short, wavy azure hair. Then she rubbed her cheek with a frown, "Why did that Blacksteel hit me so hard?" she complained, splashing water from the sink onto her face to remove the blood. Then she slipped into the bathroom stall to change.

     She came out a few minutes later, wearing an orange dress that went to her knees, completed with separated sleeves that bung off her shoulders. She tucked a headband into her hair, and glanced at her reflection again.

      "As of right now, you are once again Levy McGarden," she told herself, fixing her hair, "The reporter and soon to be college student, as of tomorrow."

     With one last look at the mirror, Levy pushed her Shadow Script outfit into her back pack, hiding it beneath a book, a pencil case, and a package of gummi bears.

     Slinging her bag onto her shoulder, Levy headed into the cold night, still rubbing her stinging cheek. Her feet guided her to the familiar bus station,where she sat patiently for the midnight bus to stop. Then she could finally go home!

    Excitement prickled inside her as she realized this would be her last night living with her mother before moving to college. She was equal parts excited and nervous about going to a new school, but at least now she wouldn't have to think up a lie every time she returned home after being a supervillain.

     Now that she thought about it, she had a new headline to write for the newspaper. Levy pulled out a pen and a pocket sized notebook from her bag, and wrote in neat, black lettering at the top "Vigilante and Villain Showdown at the Museum". She smiled, " Perfect."

     The bus pulled up, accompanied with the exhausted sigh of its brakes as it halted, and the doors creaked open.

    Levy stepped up the two stairs into the bus, and the automatic doors closed behind her. She was surprised to see that the bus was pretty much full, with only one vacant set of double seats beside the window. So she sat down in it, putting her backpack in the second seat as the bus began to drive again.

     She sighed, putting her headphones in as she glanced out the window. She watched the blur of trees and houses for a moment, before glancing down at her lap so she wouldn't get dizzy.

    Only a minute later, the bus came to a second halt. Levy glanced out the window again at the now stationary trees, and relaxed into the comfy gray seat as the bus lurched forward again.

    Then someone tapped her shoulder, making her glance up.

     It was a man about nineteen, she guessed, with long black hair pulled back by a dark green bandana. His face was pierced with small, metal studs, and his eyes were a deep red color that reminded Levy of blood. He wore a dark colored jacket over a green shirt, ripped jeans that were faded and well worn, and a back pack was slung over his shoulder, the strap held in place by his hand.

    "Anyone sittin' here?" he asked in a gruff voice, indicating the seat where Levy's backpack sat.

    Levy quickly pulled her headphones off, tugging her back pack into her lap, "O-oh, sorry. Go ahead."

    He muttered what might have been a thanks as he dropped carelessly down into the chair, sliding his bag onto the floor in front of him.

    He must've noticed she was staring at him, because he growled, "You gotta problem with me?"

     "Not at all," Levy looked hastily away, her fingers curling tightly around the straps to her back pack.

     He was silent for a long moment as the bus chugged along steadily, then said, "Nice headphones. What brand are they?"

    "Um, iMax, I think," Levy replied, glancing briefly down at the headphones around her neck.

     "Ain't that the brand that was done by the friend of the guy who invented the iPhone?" the man questioned.

     "Yes, Max and Warren."

     "That's cool," he folded his hands behind his head as he leaned back in the soft, gray chair.

    "Are you a fan of music?" Levy asked. He didn't look much like the kind of guy who'd just sit back and relax as he listened to music.

    "Yeah, kinda. I play guitar and listen to a fair share of songs, so yeah."

     "Really?" Levy leaned forward, interested in the conversation now, "Do you have a favorite genre of music?"

    "Blues, electric, and rock," the man replied, counting each one casually off on his fingers, "What about you?"

    "I really like electric too! And I also like pop, and some country songs too," Levy told him.

    He didn't reply, so she pulled her backpack into her lap, unzipping it. She tucked her headphones neatly inside, then pulled out the package of gummi bears. Opening it at the top, Levy popped one into her mouth. Ah, delicious bear flesh. She giggled at the thought, then offered some to the man beside her, "Gummi bear?"

     "Sure," he shrugged, opening one eye to look at her, "I'm starvin' haven't eaten all day." He accepted a handful and chewed on one slowly, "Thanks for these, they're good."

     "Oh, sure, no problem. Tell me if you want more, I have a whole package," she showed him the gold foil bag in her lap.

     He was silent for a long moment, chewing on another gummi bear, "You have a name? You don't gotta tell me since you just met me, I'm just curious."

     "Oh, my name is Levy!" she smiled at him in a friendly way, "What's yours?"

     "Gajeel," he said, and she beamed at him, "Nice to meet you, Gajeel!"

     "Yeah, you too," Gajeel muttered, shifting positions in his seat and biting into another gummi bear.

     "Did you say you played guitar?" Levy asked him as the bus came to a stop at another station to let some people off.

     "Yeah, a bit," he shrugged.

     "That's so cool! I've always wanted to learn how, but with school and everything else, I've never had the time," she told him, "Is it fun?"

    "Yeah, free style's always fun," he shrugged again.

    "Now I just want to hear you play," Levy smiled slightly, leaning back in the chair with a small smile.

    "Yeah? Maybe I'll see you again."

     "And maybe this isn't Magnolia, the biggest city around," Levy said, snorting skeptically.

    Gajeel shrugged, though sounded mildly amused, "Eh, fair point."

      The bus pulled to another stop, and Levy got to her feet. She pulled her backpack onto her shoulder, and smiled at him, "Well, this is my stop. It was nice meeting you, Gajeel."

     "Yeah, you too," Gajeel flicked his hand dismissively, and she pushed the back of gummi bears into his hands, "You can have the rest of these," she said brightly, hoisting her backpack higher up on her shoulder, "Good bye!"

    "Bye," he shrugged as she walked down the aisle, stepping off the bus into the dark night.

    Levy glanced back at the bus as it pulled away, turning a corner and vanishing from sight, "Gajeel," she said slowly, turning away, "What an odd name."