Hey guys!

To start, I would usually be saying "Feathers15 here", however, as of now, my new pen name is "Electrocorrosive"- if anyone is getting the Warhammer 40k reference? (And just to say, if you do get it, you're awesome!) But I'm just informing you all to avoid confusion. I'm still the same person :)

Next on my agenda, this is one of many new stories I have been thinking up, and I decided to start with 'One Hundred Chances'. I still have work to do, so I may not update as frequently as I had done with my last story, 'You Only Know You Love Her When', but I will try my best to update as often as I am able

Hope you guys like the new story- enjoy!

Her death was so meaningless. Her life left incomplete. His heart craving her presence. When Lucy Heartfilia dies, Natsu Dragneel is granted one hundred chances to prevent her death from ever occurring, but with this blessing, comes a great cost- NaLu

Fairy Tail belongs to Hiro Mashima

Prologue
Tears that still drip sore

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One hundred and forty-four thousand minutes.

Two thousand four hundred hours.

Fourteen weeks.

Three months.

One hundred days.

No matter what way Natsu Dragneel looked at, nothing could change the fact that Lucy Heartfilia had been dead for exactly one hundred days.

Nothing could change that each passing day slowly ate the young Dragon Slayer alive. Even now, as the seconds ebbed away into the past and the sky darkened over head in deep lines of violent scarlet and a purple close to resembling the colour of dying lavender, did the pink haired man's heart ache and twist as he sat overlooking the city of Magnolia. Most who resided in the city were asleep, yet here he was, his face puffy from tears and surrounded by a sombre aura which had plagued him since the moment it became clear that he would never see his partner again.

He would never see her flawless smile when he had managed to make her laugh. Why is it only now that he noticed the dimples when she showed her teeth, or how she almost glowed when she was happy? Never again would he inhale the scent that he could only describe as 'Lucy', a touch of lavender amongst the refreshing smell of freshly mown grass and peppermint. Admire her feather soft complexion and see her hair dance around her face as it gleamed like a golden waterfall which would cascade down her shoulders or be pulled into bunches. And those eyes, those large doe eyes the colour of rich chocolate, so deep he could loose himself in them if he stared into them for long enough. Now each memory of her just leaving a bitter-sweet feeling in his chest.

Natsu had wondered for weeks after the incident that resulted in Lucy's death, why it had taken him so long to notice all of these little things about his partner. The things which made her who she was.

Another tear slips down the young man's face as another flash back of the day Lucy died invades his mind, tormenting him further.

It hadn't even been a death during a mission or a magical accident. It was as simple as Lucy being in the wrong place at the wrong time, and that was it. Her life was over. Her heart stopped and she gave up trying to breath.

An official had arrived at the guild late one afternoon, informing Master a situation concerning a guild member had to be addressed. The man was tall, wearing a dark suit and had a sympathetic look on his face, yet most people let it pass, or simply waved the thought aside as both he and Master Makarov ascended the stairs to the old guild masters office. After all, the issue was most likely Natsu's destructive tendencies- nothing out of the ordinary. That day, as usual, was filled with banter, laughing, drinking and brawls. Nothing seemed amiss, yet at the same time, everything was.

The man in the dark suit had left the guild less than an hour after arrival and that is when Master had informed everyone of the loss. That their Celestial Mage had been found dead in an alleyway in Hargeon with a single gun shot wound to her abdomen.

Blood loss.

Lucy Heartfilia; the great Stellar Mage of Fairy Tail. A women who had endured beating and fights, dark guilds even the return of dragons to the world, had been taken from this earth so meaninglessly. Had died because more blood than her body could do without, had left her.

By a suspected robbery gone wrong.

The woman's body had been returned to Fairy Tail, encased in a wooden box, early the following morning. Pale and unmoving, as if she were a porcelain doll. By the time the sun had set on the day exactly 100 days before, the laughing, smiles and brawls had all ended, replaced with nothing but silent mourning.

Natsu never even got a chance to say goodbye to her. Never got the opportunity to try and save Lucy.

He had failed her; all of his promises void the moment she passed. He hadn't protected her as he had vowed. He hadn't been by her side. He didn't even know where she was before they were informed of the details of her death.

Those facts tear the pink haired man's world apart with every passing moment.

Closing his eyes tightly, a fresh batch of tears begin their decent down his already burning face, as they had the moment he had found out about her death. As they had been doing every time the blonds face came to his mind.

"Lucy..."

"You can save her still, you know."

Snapping his eyes open quickly in shock, Natsu turns his body away from the setting sun, his line of sight landing directly on a hooded figure leaning against a near by tree. Scythe in hand and face hooded, only leaving the figures mouth, curved into a malicious smile, visible.

For a moment, the pink haired man simply stares at the mysterious person dressed entirely in midnight robes. No words are exchanged, only the wind passes between them, blowing Natsu's rosy bangs around his face. His chest constricting painfully as the words sink in slowly.

You can save her still.

"H- how?"

The man stutters, almost to overcome to speak.

"By making a deal with the devil."

Sorry it's short, but this is only the prologue

Tell me what you think of it, so I know whether to carry on writing or not- review!