Hello Peeps! I'm back with another Fanfic! To those of you who have also been reading any of my Naruto fanfics, sorry to say that I will be deleting them by the end of next week, I can't continue to write those horrible excuses for stories! But don't fret my lovelies! I will be rewriting them sometime soon (hopefully) and I will (also hopefully) be updating UDDWP (my bleach fanfic) soon.
Rambling aside, I've had this idea in my notebook for a LOOONG time. I was debating on whether or not to make it my own original story, but it just didn't work for the plot line I was weaving *grins*. Yeah, I made a plotline, me, the ultimate slacker. AND IT'S LIKE FOUR PAGES LONG! My friends tell me I need a life…
Koki Dei: That'd be because you do.
Ali: It's true, Kai. All you do is talk about your writing in school.
Me: So? Koki does it, and don't you try to deny it! Ichi does it too, and Ali, you're just kind of the oddball out of the group who just stares at us while we're rambling on and on and on…
Ali: *Glares at Kai*
Me: What? 'S true, isn't it Koki?
Koki: Oh h*** no! You are NOT pulling me into this one! *whispers* Ali has Ichi-san on her side, and do you know how SCARY Ichi is when she gets like 'THAT'!
Me *sweatdrops* Oh yeah, she's worse than ERZA when she gets like 'THAT'…
Ali: I CAN hear you guys you know… *Koki and Kai ignore her* Ichi…
Ichi: What? I was sleeping…
Ali: They're ignoring me again *points to persons*, rambling about someone named Erza… and how you get like 'THAT'.
Ichi: Like what?
Ali: Not really sure, anywho, sense they aren't going to do the disclaimer, you wanna do it?
Ichi: *Lazily looks at Koki and Kai* No, I'ma going back to bed, g'night *walks away*
Ali: *shrugs* Kaisuikage doesn't own Fairytail, if she did, then Romeo and Wendy would be together, Levi and Gajeel would be a couple, Erza and Jellal would be together and Jellal wouldn't be in jail, and finally, Natsu and Lucy would be the main couple. And obviously, this isn't what's happening in the story, so Kai doesn't own it.
Koki: Ali, don't forget how she'd butcher the story, she'd completely ruin the awesome plot line Hiro-sensei-sama has woven.
Me: I'm not THAT horrible of a writer…Am I?
Koki: Well, you're ok… Guys, tell Kai what you think of her writing, and if you don't read this, then shame on you! It you do read these ramblings of the authors, then leave a review saying MUSINGS somewhere in it. OH! And tell Kai if you think this she be a whole bunch of one shots, or an actual story, m'k?
Ali: YEAH! Do so please! And if this was the actual story, this would be the pilot chapter, aka, MUCH shorter than the rest, ok?
Me: Can they read now?
Koki & Ali: We've got nothing against it.
Me: Ok then, on with 'Of Keys and Fire and Stalkers for Hire'!
Ever since I came to this Academy, I've kept myself inconspicuous to the other students. I didn't want to be found out to be THE Lucy Hearfilia, THE inheritee of a fortune fit for any king or queen. I didn't want to be HER. I just wanted to be the actual ME that no one seemed to really understand. I suppose that's why as I sat here up on the rooftop in my blue and white school uniform.
It had just turned to spring, and it was a little chilly out, even here in the middle of the Pacific Ocean on an Island a ways off coast from mainland Japan. A crisp breeze blew through the chilly atmosphere and stirred the patchwork of clouds in the sky that seemed to darkly promise rain later today.
A heavily wet scent hung in the air, smelling of rain and spring, calming my semi-frazzled nerves. Though it was already the second semester here in our little island academy, I still just didn't seem to fit in to the Academy. This notorious Academy where only the worst of the worst were kicked to for lack of a better explanation. Though I didn't really try or make an effort to fit in, I still think it would have been nice to have at least someone approach me while I was here.
To explain why I was 'here' would probably be a good idea, as known, I am the inheriter on the Hearfilia fortune, aka, a whole lot of money that my dad made with his business. My father and I aren't exactly on good terms you see, he's a prick. A BIG one. I can't stand his icy exterior, ever since my mother died a few years back, he's been like this; never having time for me, never coming home for days, leaving for business trips for months without returning, forgetting he even HAD a daughter, etcetera, etcetera. So, one day I got sick of his attitude. I went rebel, I denounced my family name and fortune, left the house without looking back, travelled around Japan for a while doing little odd jobs to get me by and such. Unfortunately for me, the time I had actually gotten my courage up to take off had been when my father was on a business trip, meaning that when he got home to find me gone, it infuriated him to no end.
Needless to say, I was quickly caught for my actions, stupid father and his stupid connections to the world, I KNEW I should have taken that plane to Australia… Anyhow, my father decided that I needed to be taught a lesson after seeing how independent I had become. He had me pack my bags and shipped me off to this un-named island in the Pacific Ocean off the coast of Japan to attend R.E.B.E.L. Academy. Basically, it's where people who can't behave anywhere else or who went rebel with their own celebrity parents went to.
R.E.B.E.L. stands for The Rebel's Etiquette for the Barbaric and Estranged Liabilities. Yeah, that's right; all of us here are 'liabilities'. We're either too dangerous for our parents' reputations, or just normal kids who are too dangerous in general. For the whole 'barbaric' thing, I'm stumped there; most of us have had some type of manners or etiquette class. 'Estranged'? Yes, most of us are strange here, but not overly so! The rest I'm fairly sure you can figure out.
R.E.B.E.L. is broke up into several different 'dorms' or parts of the Academy, there's Blue Pegasus, Lamia Scale, Grimore Hearts, Cat Shelter, Fairy Tail (that's me), and then several others that I don't know the name of…
Anyways, back to my life, not to sound self-centered or anything.
So, father caught me, I was shipped off to a remote island with a bunch of wacked up weirdos for company, and am not freezing my but off here on the roof, yup, that sounds about right. So, back to describing the cold, cold spring here.
There wasn't any sun to behold, no sunny warmth to lift my low, low, LOW spirits. So basically, one could say that I felt like crap. My hair was a mess from the humidity, my eyes had dark purple rings under them from many a sleepless nights spent studying and my eyes were red from crying fairly frequently. Though I pride myself in being a pretty tough girl, I couldn't help but feel betrayed by the very last of my family that I had.
So as I hugged my knees to my chest, bare toes dangling over the edge of the roof while my shoes and socks were placed next me, I watched the normal lunch time routine going on, I could see the brawls starting up within my little wing of the Academy, the normal ones between us and other wings, mostly Grimore Hearts though, I'm not sure why, but most of the people here hated the people there… Ah, oh well, it's entertaining to watch.
Giggles erupted from me as two of the more notorious boys from my grade openly started to throw punches at each other good naturedly. Their names were Gray Fullbuster and Natsu Dragoneel. Supposedly, their dads were best friends and they had been best friends since they were little, but watching them, you would never have known. They fought ceaselessly, punches, kicks, snarky comments, you name it. Perhaps the only person that could make them behave even for a little while was Erza Scarlet, the famed she-demon of Fairy Tail.
Here she was now; the scary read-head sure had impeccable timing. I laughed openly after unfurling myself from my hunkered position, clutching my gut as tears streamed out of my eyes while Erza chased the two boys around who were still managing to somehow fight each other off as well as the she-demon.
Grinning broadly, I fell onto my back, letting my laughter dissolve into hiccups, and my tears turn from joyous to sad in a matter of seconds. My playful grin slipped from my face replaced by a slightly open mouthed frown as I looked towards the sky for help.
"Why is the world so cruel? What have I ever done to deserve this type of treatment from you, God? Did I do something in a past life or something? Not that I believe in reincarnation or anything, it's just easier to accept that idea than the idea that I was just the victim of a randomly placed whim of fate." Whispering my words to the sky, I watched as the sky rumbled and as a drop of water land on my lips, seeping into the moist crevice and filling my mouth with a bittersweet taste. Throwing an arm over my eyes to block the rain that was sure to fall and to cover my tears, I started to silently sob. Up and down went my chest, a rapid rhythm that beat my ribs to pieces. "I hate this; I absolutely despise this weakness that I feel. I'm going to break, going to break wide open for the entire world to see. I don't know what to do! Please, someone," I begged silently to no one in particular, unknowing of a pink head of hair that was right outside the stair door, "please, just tell me what I should do. Please, please, help my hold myself together…Mom…Help me…help me.…" Letting the rain fall on my exposed body, I sobbed and sobbed, choosing to ignore the fact that I may get sick from this rain the relentlessly pounded my body clean from my sins.
I never did hear the stair well door close behind me with all the thunder, I didn't hear the punch that hit the corridor wall as he walked down the steps, I didn't know that he understood, or the fact that he had been watching me sense I came here, watching and waiting to see the real person I was. I never heard the frustrated cusses he let out; never heard how his back hit the door that opened up to the west wing's hallway. I never heard how sad he sounded when he talked about me, when he remembered.
"Dang-it Lucy, why did you have to show this side of you today? Why can't you just be happy today of all days? It isn't every day that you turn eighteen 'ya know…"
So, I guess that's why when there was a towel waiting at the bottom of the steps for me and a hastily scribbled note with a phone number on it, that I texted that message like it asked.
Hello, my name is Lucy. Thanks for the towel by that way; how did you know that I was going to be all wet?
I didn't really expect an answer, maybe it was just some boy looking for a date with me, it had happened to me before. I really didn't expect an answer; I was used to being disappointed by things like this. Maybe that's when I started to trust this boy, when I got an answer back, when I wasn't disappointed.
Hello little Ame Shojo*, you can call me Taiyo*. I knew, because I know everything about you. Happy eighteenth birthday, Lucy Heartfilia.
So, love it? Hate it? Tell me~! I wanna know! But seriously guys, if you want me to make this an actual story, then I will, if you want to be a bunch of one-shots, then it will be. I am here to serve the people, so serve the people I shall! Oh, and do you know what Natsu called himself and what he called Lucy? Drop me a review with your answer and as to WHY he called her that and if I think it's pretty close to what I had in mind, I'll dedicate a one-shot to the pairing and plot line of your choice!
O.M.G. I went to see the Hunger Games today, it was AWESOME! Sure, it was a little bit different from the book, but not a whole lot. And, guess what, HG sold more pre-movie tickets than Twilight! TWILIGHT! So suck it vampire fans, and stop the whole Team Peeta team Gale thing, if you've read the book, then you know that Gale's a jerk and who Katniss ends up with! So just Cut. It. OUT!
Ok, my rant is complete.
Oh, and if you like poetry or vignettes like the book 'House on Mango Street' (which I don't own, I don't own Hunger games either, BTW) then check out my other profile, 'The Musing of a Muse' on FictionPress, I'm starting my own little collection of them! Any-who, I have decided to expand the NaLu fanbase, so here it is! PLEASE R&R DON'T CARE IF IT'S CONSTRUCTIVE CRITISM!