Title: Droplets

Pairing: NaLu (Fairy Tail Fandom)

Summary: You make my heart complete. If only I could have you, even a drop would suffice.

Rating: T

Disclaimer: I don't own Fairy Tail.

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Chapter 1

Drip.

"I'm sorry."

Her pale fingers slowly covered her lips.

Drip.

"Why?"

Her voice quivered under the pitter-patter of the rain.

Drip.

He pursed his lips together; no sound escaped him as he turned and slowly walked away.

Drop.

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Droplets

It was already 5pm. Lucy Heartfilia strode the halls of Tokyo University with short but sure steps. Her golden locks swayed behind her as she took furtive glances outside the window. Her brown orbs narrowed slightly as she watched the rain pour outside.

Sigh.

Even the weather complimented her feelings. Right now, all Lucy wanted to do was to crawl up on her bed and just sleep it all off. She hoped everything was going to be alright when she reached her home.

Her mother would be smiling at her as she kissed her on the cheek. Her father would then ruffle her hair as he greeted his family after a hard day of work. Everything was supposed to be all right.

But no.

The accident had to happen just before her nineteenth birthday.

It was still kind of fuzzy for her. Things happened too quickly. One moment she was laughing at one of her mother's remarks, the next she found herself sprawled on the ground drenched in blood – her parents blood.

Doctors told her she was indeed lucky. Having survived a terrible accident barely unscathed and still have enough funds to get her through life.

Lucy tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear. Her fingers gently pressed on her forehead as she closed her eyes to take a deep breath. Her shoulders relaxed at the action - as if a simple breath would ease all her pain. She was about to lean on the wall when she felt something soft envelop her from behind.

Her lips formed a smile.

Natsu Dragneel leaned his chin on top of Lucy's head. His calloused but gentle hands moved her closer to his warm body. His grip tightened a bit when he felt the woman squirmed a little under his arms.

"What were you thinking?" Natsu's voice was warm and soothing to her ears.

As he dropped his head on her shoulder, he closed his eyes as he inhaled her scent of refreshing strawberries.

"Nothing."

It has always been like this for the past week. Her being lost in thought and him comforting her in every way he can.

Natsu was the first person to see Lucy at the hospital. He never left her side even for one bit. He would even wipe away the tears that flowed freely in her cheeks as she slept on the hospital bed. He never got to ask what she dreamt about.

The pain never leaves even when asleep.

For Natsu, Lucy has been his redemption; his own flavour of salvation from his darkened past.

They met in the school grounds one evening. Lucy was walking along the school garden – a short cut to her dormitory – when a group of thugs ganged up on her. Fortunately, Natsu, who was already famous in the whole school for engaging in street fights, happened to be walking along the same area.

It was such a cliché - him being the knight in shining armour, and her being the princess who got to be saved by such. Lucy even called Natsu a Miss because of his strikingly strawberry bubblegum hair. It was later on as Natsu growled at the comment when she realized that her saviour was nothing of a girl. Of course, she gave him her thanks and asked for his name but he just shrugged his broad shoulders and walked away with a scoff.

She never thought they would meet a second time after that. This time, it was in the library. She was walking through a tall bookcase when she found the book she needed. Unfortunately, the book was located at the topmost layer. She was about to reach the book when it was yanked out harshly from its place by someone standing behind her. Lucy was about to turn her head to said person but her sight was blocked by the book. It was a minute later when she realized it was the same pink-haired man from four nights ago.

Their third meeting was purely intentional – for the part of Natsu. He needed to find a partner quickly or else he would lose the sack race for two him and Gray Fullbuster betted on. Loser will treat the winner a lunch meal for five whole days. Natsu was about to give up when he saw the blonde girl sitting on a bench in the school grounds. She was dressed in her P.E. uniform and was reading a book when her hand was roughly pulled by him.

Of course, they won the race. All thanks to Lucy. Gray kept on tripping the whole time with his eyes glued solely on the girl. It was then that they introduced themselves to each other. Now, the pink-haired boy identity was replaced by Natsu, and the blonde damsel in distress was now Lucy.

Since then, the two became good friends. They started hanging out with each other. She even met Gray, a boy of the same year and who was sporting an ebony coloured hair. Gray was in the same group as Natsu was. He was by far one of Natsu's closest pals, even though they bicker and fight all the time.

"Luce?"

"Yeah?"

"Are you okay?"

Lucy never ceased to be amazed at how Natsu became an integral part of her life. What even amazed her more was the fact that Natsu seemed to always know her better than herself.

"Yeah." Lucy's voice was small as she answered the simple question. In truth, she was not feeling okay at all. But she needed to be okay.

For her own sake.

She felt Natsu loosened his hold on her as he walked up ahead. He cocked his head to the side and grinned at Lucy.

"Well then, we should get going, Erza's going to be mad at us if we don't arrive at her party soon."

Natsu started to walk along the hallway with his arms behind his head.

It has always been like this - him always hugging her and keeping her sanity intact, and her always walking after him as he strode ahead of her.

Too bad, fairy tales do not always come true. Princesses don't always get to have it all as what those stories tell, nothing of it was true - her family was now gone leaving her all alone with nothing but money.

Too bad, he was never hers.

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A drop of hope, is what my soul thirsts.

A drop of love, is what my heart desires.

Thanks for reading and I'm hoping to hear your wonderful feedback/comments/criticisms/thoughts.

hugs and kisses,

Fia