Author: First of all, I do not know yet if Mashima-Sensei showed Lucy's mom's past, so please don't yell at me or flame me, okay? Because it's annoying.
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It was an abnormally peaceful day in the guild. Everyone was unusually quiet today, and Natsu didn't like the silence one bit. He tried picking a fight with Gray about two times, but the ice mage didn't seem to care that much. In fact, no one seemed to really care all that much.
Natsu crossed his arms on the table in front of him and rested his head on his arms. He started to wonder what made everyone so boring and glanced at the empty seat beside him, and it suddenly came to him.
It was Lucy.
The stellar spirit mage hadn't shown up all morning, and the rest of the guild members must be worried sick about her.
Natsu got out of his seat and called Happy. The cat ran up to the dragon slayer and the two walked out at a casual pace.
"Hey, where are you going?"
Natsu didn't even look at the speaker, already knowing it was Gray, and answered, "I'm going to get Lucy."
"Idiot, do you even know where she is?"
Natsu stopped at the entrance and said, "I do. It's the anniversary after all..."
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Lucy gave out a tired sigh as she walked onward. She clutched the roses to her chest, a sad smile upon her face.
It was the year and a half anniversary of her mother's death, and she was on her way to give the annual roses.
Her father most likely had no idea she was coming over. But that didn't matter to her; In fact, she wanted to make sure he didn't know. Even though she knew that he wouldn't try to take her back once more, she still didn't want to see him.
Lucy stopped in front of the entrance to the courtyard and glanced up. She clenched the roses even tighter and lifted her hand to push the gate open, but she paused when she heard something.
It was a high-pitched noise that glided through the still air. It floated about the sky in a melodic pattern, and, despite being high-pitched, it had an element of melancholy to it.
With curiosity overtaking her, Lucy hesitantly pushed the loose metal doors open and started to follow the sound. She loosely held the roses in her hand, looking as if they would fall down at any moment.
She wandered far into the courtyard, starting to become frustrated at the fact that she hadn't found the sound yet.
Suddenly, she found the source of the noise.
A woman was sitting in front of her mother's grave, playing a violin. Her red hair was pulled into a braid and trailed about a foot behind her on the ground. She was sickly pale with wide, thin lips that were painted a cherry red. Her eyes were shut tightly in concentration and there was a hint of a smile on her face as she played the song.
She wore a black suit that showed her body's form. White laces peaked at the sleeve opening; A fully dead black rose was attached to her suit coat, and rested right above her breast. Her fingers were stick thin and danced across the instrument. She wore dark brown boots that went up to just below her knee, and hid most of the black pants.
Lucy stood and stared, enchanted by the mysterious woman. She was startled out of her trance when the woman's fingers stilled themselves, and she heard the woman speak.
"Is there a song you wish to hear, young miss?"
Lucy's eyes widened at the question. The woman's voice was a low murmer that danced across Lucy's skin, making the young mage shiver slightly.
Lucy shook her head weakly. She ignored the previous question and asked, "Who are you, and what are you doing here?"
The woman smirked slightly and rose. She slowly turned to Lucy, showing the blonde her lime green eyes. Lucy was enchanted once more and just stared, her mind starting to go blank.
Lucy still stared into her eyes and finally came back to earth when she felt a cold hand on her shoulder. She gave a panicked glance at her shoulder, noticing the woman's gloved hand on her right shoulder. Lucy tilted her head slightly upward and stared at the woman, who was leaning toward Lucy. She froze a few inches away from the mage's face.
She turned her head to Lucy's ear and whispered, "I never knew Layla's daughter would become so beautiful..."
Lucy's eyes widened and her breathing became faster. She felt the roses starting to slip from her hand, so she clutched them tighter.
She slapped the woman's hand away with her free hand and reached to her hip, pulling out one of her gate keys at random.
Lucy shouted in a shrill voice, "Who the hell are you, and how do you know my mother?!" She held out her keys in front of her with her hand shaking uncontrollably.
Lucy looked down at the key she pulled out, and cursed mentally when she found it was Plue's gate key. She returned her gaze to the woman, giving out a fiery glare. Her eyes widened when she saw the woman with a hand over her mouth, quietly giggling.
Lucy ground her teeth together and barked, "What the hell is so funny?!"
The red haired woman removed her hand, still giggling. She gave the blonde an amused look and said in a playful tone, "I just find it ironic that you would just as determined as your mother was. She used that determination to get my respect."
"Shut the hell up," Lucy shouted, "Just what the hell were you to my mom!?"
The woman appeared in front of Lucy once more. She held the blonde's arms to her sides and leaned to Lucy's ear yet again.
"It'd be best for you to stay ignorant, Miss Lucy."
Lucy's eyes widened and her voice caught in her throat. She felt her arms being released and saw the woman spin on her heel, walking back to the grave. She knelt beside the violin and gingerly lifted it and the bow into its case. She carefully lowered the lid and snapped the clasps shut. She stood slowly and grasped the case's handle tightly in her hand. She stood still, and Lucy gasped when the woman suddenly vanished.