At the bar of Fairy Tail, a white-haired mage sat, gazing off into space, sighing every few minutes. "Why do you keep doing that?"

The mage snapped out of her daydream. "Keep doing what?"

Mirajane pouted and raised a perfectly shaped eyebrow. "That!" She said as her little sister sighed again. "Sighing! You're driving me crazy! What are you sighing about?"

Lisanna giggled at the uncharacteristic outburst from her sister. "It's nothing, Mira-nee. Just… thinking."

Mira rolled her eyes, but didn't press for information. On the other side of the guild there was a loud cry. "It's snowing!" The noise level of the guild audibly rose as everyone clambered to go outside.

As the last person left through the heavy double doors Mira faced Lisanna again. "Lisanna… is this about Natsu?"

Lisanna didn't answer, but sighed again. "You know," Mira said, picking up a dirty cup. "If you don't confront him, you'll never know if he likes you or not."

"How do you know what I'm think of every time?" Lisanna asked.

"You're my little sister, it's my job to know what you're thinking."

Lisanna smiled a real smile for the first time in days. "You're right."

"Ne, Natsu?" Lisanna narrowly dodged a snowball that had been mistakenly aimed at her. "Natsu?"

Natsu took a face of snow and then turned around, his nose slightly pink. "What is it?" He asked cheerfully, spitting melting snow in the progress.

"Can I talk to you in private? It'll take, like, a minute."

"Sure," the Fire Dragon Slayer said, shrugging.

The pair walked to the back doors of the guild and sat down on a wooden bench. "So, what did you want to talk about?"

Lisanna coughed. "Natsu, I really like you and I was wondering if you liked me back?" She mumbled.

Even with a dragon's sense of hearing, the pink-haired boy couldn't hear what she said. "What?"

Lisanna took a deep breath. "IreallylikeyouandIwaswonderingifyoulikedmeback!" The words burst out in a single flow.

"Lisanna, of course I like you, you're my friend!"

I meant as a… girlfriend, she thought.

"Can I ask you something now?"

Lisanna nodded. "Anything."

"I'm thinking of asking L – a girl out, do you think she'll say yes?"

She froze. Then, "Of course! Who would refuse a strong dragon slayer like you?"

Natsu grinned his trademark grin, yelled a 'thanks' and ran back to the snowball fight.

Indirect rejection… Lisanna laughed a humorless laugh.

Things would've been so much easier if she hated Lucy. But she didn't. Recently, Lucy had caught a cold, and Lisanna had taken care of her, and they had talked, chatted, and gotten closer.

Lisanna buried her face in her pillow. "I wish I'd never met you, Natsu Dragneel. Then I wouldn't be going through this now. What I'd give to completely forget you right now…"

As the take-over mage drifted off to sleep small whispers echoed off her walls, repeating five words: "Your wish will be granted."

A/N:

OK, I know I haven't finished That Broken Promise and The New Prophecy yet, but I'm suffering severe writers block on those stories, so I thought I might give a new story a go. This chapter is extremely short, but the future chapters (I hope) will be longer.