Natsu stood in front of the door.

How on earth had his life led up to this moment, he didn't know.

He had fought with every fiber of his being to not receive a partner, that he'd rather go solo. He was certainly not all for the plan because it even required him to move in with his partner, since they're so far away.

But he lost.

Now he has to move in with some girl.

The worst part of it all was that since he put up such a big fuss about it, his commander decided to not show him his partner's records. Now he's stuck wondering if she's a maniac, or obsessive over her job.

Natsu shook his head. He inhaled in a sharp breath, and knocked on the door.

It took a few agonizing seconds as he heard shuffling feet inside.

Finally, the door opened, and the most beautiful woman he ever saw stood before him.

The breath that he was supposedly supposed to let go got stuck in his throat. This girl had long golden hair that flowed past her shoulders, big brown eyes, and a radiant smile. It was awkward when he finally noticed her outstretched hand, and he hastily took it.

"Hi!" she said in a light voice. "You must be Natsu Dragneel. I'm Lucy Heartfillia."

Natsu nodded. For some weird and creepy reason, he felt normal around her. Suddenly all that tension that he felt was gone, and he relaxed. He let his boyish attitude take over. "Thanks for letting me stay here, Luigi!"

"Luigi?" Lucy looked up at him with a hint of annoyance in her face. "It's Lucy. Lu-cy." She gave a sigh. She felt disaster coming on, and she didn't like it. "Anyway , come in. I'll go make some tea."

Natsu gladly stepped in carrying virtually nothing, just a backpack. It smell faintly like vanilla and strawberries.

"Oh," Lucy turned around. "Uh, I don't really have an extra room. I just have a small apartment." She shrugged. "I do have a couch though."

She pointed to a pink plush couch. Natsu walked over and put his backpack down. "This is the bathroom," Lucy continued. She opened the door, and a tiny white dog came barreling out of it. "And this is Plue, my dog."

Plue tackled Natsu and began barking in excitement, its little tail wagging rapidly. Natsu wrestled around with it. "Why was he in the bathroom?" Natsu inquired.

"I wasn't sure if he'd like you or not," Lucy responded. "Or if you'd like him. But then I was like, 'What the heck!' and I released him, leaving you to fend off on your own if he decided to bite your face off."

Natsu stared at Lucy, then threw his head back laughing.

"You're weird, Luce."

"Luce?" Lucy snapped. "What kind of a name is Luce?"

"It's a nickname I made just now."

"Well I don't like it. It's a freaking pet name."

"Luce, chill."

"Don't call me that."

"No promises, Luce."

Natsu watched as the blonde puffed up her cheeks in angry, then stomped off to make some tea. Natsu simply grinned.

After a few minutes, Lucy seemed to have calmed down as she returned with some tea and a folder.

The blonde sat down at a small hickory table and invited Natsu to do the same.

"Here," Lucy said after he drank some tea. "I heard you didn't see my records?"

Natsu took it and rolled his eyes. "Don't even get me started on that. I'm already mad at Gramps as it is."

"Gramps?"

Natsu gave her a quizzical look. "You know, the head commander of Fairy Tail Intelligence Agency?"

Lucy rested her face against her palm. "Oh, right, of course. Yeah, because I call my respected leader something like Gramps."

"Exactly, Luce. I can't believe you forgot. You're so weird."

Natsu rolled his eyes again at how Lucy's strange behavior. Then he opened the folder, and was baffled at what he saw.

Lucy Heartfillia, age 21. Class: X. Top shooter of Southern Japan. Grade B in hand to hand combat, but can get serious if necessary. Grade D in critical thinking. Very intelligent. Is determined and hard- working, works well undercover. DOB: May 21 No: 0791

"Luce, you're amazing!"

Natsu read the records over and over again, amazed at her.

Lucy raised an eyebrow. "If you're surprised by the southern top shooter thing, everyone who cared to attend the finals sucked," she said. "You could probably outshoot me."

"What makes you say that?"

"Well, because I read your profile, and you're top grade in everything!"

Natsu thought about it. "Not really, just-"

He was interrupted by a folder shoved in his face. It was a copy of his records. "See?" Lucy said. "Amazing in everything."

Natsu Dragneel, age 22. Class: X. Grade D in shooting. Grade D in combat. Grade B in critical thinking. Grade B in stealth. Very destructive, sometimes lets pressure get to him. Otherwise very good agent. DOB: June 21 No: 0683

"Well," Natsu began. "I'm only class B for the last two, and Gramps put in some negatives for me. He had nothing bad to say about you."

Well still," Lucy huffed. "You're good where I'm not."

"Ditto!" Natsu said, grinning.

Lucy stood up. "Well, Natsu Dragneel, I'm just beat, so I'm going to shower, then go to bed. Make yourself comfortable, hm?"

"Okey dokey!" Natsu said. Lucy locked herself in the bathroom. Natsu ventured about, but then decided to sit on her bed. It was a plushy, fluffy and amazingly warm bed from heaven.

"Oh my gosh, Luce, YOUR BED IS AMAZING!"

Oh my goodness, why do I feel like that was terrible? I'm sorry guys, I'm new to this. Don't hate on me for it.

Just for those who were wondering (if anyone even reads my story) Class X is the class with the best agents. It goes from Class A-D, then X. (A is the noobs). And same with the grades in skills—grade A is noob level, B is okay, C is good, and D is best.

Hope you enjoyed!