"Hey!" Lucy cried, running into the dark alleyway.

A figure stood near the end, a bottle of spray paint in hand. He ignored her cry and continued his work, shaking the bottle. Lucy paused, anger filling her.

Who did this punk think he was?

This was her spot, she'd been eyeing it for weeks. Gripping the strap of her messenger bag, she marched over to him. Shoving his shoulder, she cried as confidently as she could;

"What do you think you're doing?"

He turned. Lucy sucked in a breath, something was terribly off. He seemed to be about her age, with pink hair that spiked in all directions under his dark hood.

Then, there were his eyes. They practically glowed, holding a sort of predatory glint that caused Lucy's heart to speed up, and her instincts to scream at her to run. He held her gaze for a moment, eyes narrowing, and gave her a look over. A shiver ran down her spine as his wild eyes raked up and down her body, before landing on her eyes once more.

She gritted her teeth, maybe she shouldn't have approached a stranger at night, while she was alone...not to mention in a dark alleyway. She was practically begging to get murdered.

"Hey."

A sly smile grew on his face, and Lucy froze as she noticed his teeth. His canines were incredibly sharp and unnaturally long, almost like that of a wolf's.

Please don't let him be a vampire. Lucy prayed silently.

"T-this is my spot." she said, cursing herself internally at the tremor in her voice. Now was not the time to look vulnerable. His smile widened, as the goosebumps spread along her arms. This guy was bad news.

"Your spot, eh?" he turned to look at the wall.

"Sorry but I don't see your name on it." he chuckled.

Lucy rolled her eyes.

"Back off, what are you gonna do here anyways? This spot is too good for me to give up to an…" she looked down at his bag, probably where he kept all the paint.

"amateur."

The boy laughed.

"Fair enough, but I ain't an amateur, Luigi."

"Excuse me?"

He pointed the Luigi pin on her bag's strap.

She huffed.

"Well, have I seen your work around?"

"I don't know have you?"

She glared at him.

"Where?"

"Here and there."

"How about a tag? You got one?"

"Yeah."

"Oh?"

"Yeah."

"Show me."

He laughed, tossing his head back.

Against her better judgement, Lucy's cheeks flushed pink at the sound.

"You sure are persistent."

"I really need this spot." She admitted.

He raised a brow.
"Oh?" He asked walking over to where his bag lay on the floor. He leisurely sat down next to it, leaning his back against the brick wall. Lucy watched, unsure of what to do. The boy, began to rummage through his bag. Pulling out a shiny phone, he motioned for Lucy to sit next to him. After a moment's hesitation, she joined him, crouching down next to him. Noticing the generous space she had left between them, he smiled, scooting closer to her. Her heart slammed against her ribcage.

"Here."

Brushing a strand of blonde hair behind her ear, she peered over at the screen. Eyes growing wide she snatched the phone from his paint stained hands.

"Oi!" He cried.

"I've seen these before!" She cried, excitedly.

The picture was that of the wall, couple blocks south from here. Lucy had stood and stared at the magnificently painted dragon for hours, last week. She'd remembered taking a few sketches of the dragon, hoping that she could make something nearly as cool. She scrolled through the camera roll, taking her time to admire each individual work. He cleared his throat. Looking back at the him, her eyes narrowed. No way, did he really do these?

"So you have a few pictures, doesn't mean you drew them." She shrugged as nonchalantly as she could.

He smiled gleefully, and Lucy couldn't help but feel that he had wanted her to say that.

He reached into his bag once more pulling out a large sketchbook, handing it to her, he leaned back, smiling obnoxiously. Lucy took the book tentatively, not sure if she wanted to see the inside. However, even the slimmest chance that he was the person drawing those wonderful dragons was enough to make her open it.

She gasped audibly. Not only were these sketches of dragons, but of all sorts of whimsical things. Drawings of warriors and strange runes, Lucy flipped through it slowly, taking her time to soak up each of the drawings.

"Believe me now?"

She pouted.

"Maybe." She muttered, rising to her feet.

"But I still need this spot."

He stood up next to her, cornering her against the wall.

"And what if I refuse to give it to you?"

He took a step towards her, making her take a step back. Her back hit the cold wall, she swallowed, as he leaned in.

Looking closely there was a faint red ring around his pupils, probably contacts. Lucy reassured herself. But she couldn't smother the uneasy feeling as she stared into his emerald eyes. They were practically glowing. He laughed, his hot breath tickling her cheeks.
"I have an idea." He whispered into her ear. Lucy shuddered, he was so close.

"Why don't you do it with me?"

It took her a second to realize what he meant, pushing him away gently; she repeated.

"With...you?"

He nodded, a fanged grin spread on his face. She made a face as if she were thinking it over. She would kill to paint something with the dragon person, but this boy...he was awfully sketchy, and not in the artistic way. Still...She nodded.

"Alright." She told him, shrugging. He didn't need to know how big a deal this was to her.

He held out his hand to her.

"I'm END, by the way."

She took it, grasping his hand firmly. She was almost positive that wasn't his real name, but it wasn't uncommon for graffiti artists to have fake names, in fact Lucy had her own.

"Zodiac."

And in that moment, she knew, she had just sold her soul to the devil. Or at least, something close enough.

After an hour of them sitting across from one another, sketching out ideas, Lucy was ready to leave.

She groaned, none of her ideas were any good. END looked over at her quizzically.

"What's wrong?"

"None of my ideas are any good." She sighed flipping to the next page to try again. He snatched the book from her hands.

"Hey!" She protested.

He flipped through her messy lines and scribbles, finally landing on the one she'd done with the astrology signs.

"Woah this would look super cool!"

She gaped at him as he began drawing in her book.

A few minutes passed. Lucy watched him eagerly draw out his idea. Finally handing her back the book, he smiled.

"Here, see?"

Lucy could see, she never wanted to stop seeing this wonderful drawing. In that short time span he had managed to draw a dragon, with a fair amount of detailing, staring down a girl. He looked ready to kill her. The girl held a sort of key in her hand,as if trying to defend herself with it, as the Zodiac signs swirled around her. Judging from the shading Lucy assumed he wanted them to appear as if they were glowing. She concentrated on the dragon once more. If she focused hard enough she could just barely make out a silhouette in the dragon's hide.
"Is that a person?" She asked pointing to the silhouette.

His smile faltered.

"You noticed that, huh? Good eye. It's sort of like a metaphor, like the dragon is really a person on the inside…I don't know I can scratch it if you don't like it."

He looked stared at her, biting his lip.

Dammit, he was cute.

"If it's a person inside then...why would it be attacking the girl?"

He shrugged.

"I don't know, Zodiac. You're creative, make some story up."

She looked again the drawing of the girl, Her shoulder seemed sagged, as if she couldn't bring herself to stand. Lucy couldn't help but feel empathy for the tiny figure. There really was a lot of emotion in this messy thing.

"Let's do it."

Lucy had more fun than she expected, as she and END begun the painting process. It wasn't until he'd finished the outline of the dragon did she pull off her mask.

"Oi, quick question." He turned to her, pulling down his own mask.

"What now, Zodiac?"

She hesitated.

"Do you think they were friends?"

"Huh?"

"The girl and the dragon, demon, thing."

She saw him tense at the word; demon.

"I-I don't know…" He answered slowly.

"I guess they could've been."

Lucy pondered this.

"That would be sad."

"Yeah, it would be."

Yawning, Lucy watched the entry to the alleyway, waiting for END's return, he'd promised to get coffees. They'd been working all night, but as the sun began creeping up on the horizon he'd suggested to go get them some fuel. She looked back at their WIP. The dragon was nearly finished, it's scales looking slightly too lifelike.

This guy really is talented. She thought to herself, Lucy could feel her eyelids growing heavier and heavier, staying awake had become a struggle. She yawned again, getting to her feet. She needed to stay awake. She stretched, taking her time to relax her muscles. She might as well get back to work. Putting her mask back on her face she continued.

Lucy dipped her brush into the small tin can of dirty water. Why couldn't she get the lighting on the hair right? Frustrated she turned, eyeing the entryway again. He stood there, two cups of starbucks in his hands. Lucy's gaze unintentionally found it's way to his strange green eyes. She couldn't stop staring at them. Suddenly he was standing right in front of her, a coffee bearing hand extended towards her.

"Coffee for my lovely partner in crime, Luigi."

"It's Lucy, get it right!" she muttered angrily grabbing the warm drink. She brought the cup to her lips before she realized what she'd said.

"Lucy, huh?"

Her cheeks burned, she'd given away her name.

"I-I- Well… Ugh!" angrily downing half her coffee she furiously continued painting the girl's hair.

She heard him chuckle behind her.

"Pretty name, for a pretty girl."

Lucky for her, he didn't seem to notice the stubborn blush dusting her face.

"It's done!" She cried, dropping her brush. She was exhausted, and in need of a hot shower.

It looked great, one of her best works. She looked over at END to see that he too was beaming at their creation. He turned to her, and if possible Lucy could've sworn his smile grew wider. He ran to her, picking her up and spinning her around.

"Lucy you're fabulous!"

She laughed as he placed her back on the ground. However he kept his arms firmly wrapped around her. Her heart began to race,their chests were pressed so tightly together she was surprised he couldn't feel it.

Looking up she noticed his cheeks were pink, and not the strange scale tattoos. END was blushing. SHe pushed him away, breathing deeply.

"Was a pleasure working with you, END." She held out her hand for a final shake.

He smiled softly, taking her hand in his.

"Natsu." He said.

She blinked.

"Pardon?"

"My name is Natsu."

Her face lips into a smile.

"Natsu, eh?"

He watched as she walked up to the wall, picking up the red spray can, she signed the piece.

NALU

"What's that?" he asked, coming to crouch down beside her.

"I signed our names." She told him, smiling she turned, walking towards where her bag lay on the floor. She picked it up, throwing the strap over her shoulder.

"See you around?"

He nodded.

"Let's do it again sometime."

She laughed.

"Sure thing, Natsu."

She watched as his ears reddened at the sound of his name. Averting his gaze he handed her a folded piece of paper. She took it unfolding it gently. It was a sketch, of the demon boy and the girl, they were holding hands. He must've liked her friends idea. She looked up to tease him for being so corny. He was gone. Lucy stood alone in the alley way. Confused, she scanned the trash lined walls, but there was no trace of her partner. She glanced back down at the paper noticing a bit if writing in the corner. A phone number and a few words were scrawled in the messiest handwriting she'd ever seen.

Call me when you got the time

You owe me a coffee, Zodiac

-END

Lucy rolled her eyes.

What a dork.

Yo! I'm back with yet another...whatever you want to call this^ I actually really like this AU and I'm thinking of adding on? Maybe making a tiny series? Idk, if you want that LET ME KNOW! (If you don't I won't think anyone wants to read it and it will never happen... ;-;) Thanks for reading, hope you all had a lovely day 3