I Did It for Love, Fairy Tail FanFic for the Natsu D. & Erza S. pair.
Foreword
Summary: Erza Scarlet never knew what a true family was like. Both of her parents were killed in a sudden car crash, leaving her with barely any protection from the outside world. She forced herself to get a job at a small bakery, and was taken under the custody of the owner. She lived in poverty, and could not receive a proper education. However, one day, her life would change completely, and it was all thanks to a stoical but caring boy named Natsu Dragneel.
Characters:
1.) Erza Scarlet (Erza):
Seventeen years-old. Her parents got in a car crash when she was ten, and ever since she has been trying to cope on her own. She has a job at the local bakery, selling pastries for the old lady who runs it. In her spare time, she reads. And reads. And reads. Although she has never had a proper education, she is more intelligent than she should be. She is polite, sweet, shy, and determined to change her way of life.
2.) Natsu Dragneel:
Eighteen years-old, and living in the lap of luxury. His father is the head of Dragneel University, where he attends, while his mother is a highly renowned artist around Tokyo. Although Natsu is fawned over by a huge amount of girls at school, he doesn't pay any attention to him. His one and only goal is to please his parents by studying law. He plans on becoming an acclaimed lawyer when he is able to. Thanks to his inability to make decisions for himself, he rebels against his manipulative father, to finally get what he truly wants.
3.) Jellal Fernandez:
Natsu's best friend since childhood. He also comes from a prestigious family, but his ego is well-balanced. He knows Natsu better than he even knows himself, and practically serves as his mentor. He is known for his outgoing and friendly personality, surprisingly high grades, and his brotherly relationship with Natsu.
And for the story proper, here I go.
I Did It for Love Chapter 1: Prologue
A/N: This is two years before the actual story begins! The future chapters will be longer, don't worry. =)
Erza lay against a run-down brick wall, panting heavily as if she were out of breath. She had woken from a vivid, terrifying dream-the same one she dreamt every night. Small beads of sweat were dripping down her forehead as the dream replayed itself in her mind, without her consent. The fact that she was sleeping around the corner of a busy street did not help her calm down at all. She got to her knees and carefully picked up a shard of discolored glass (which must have come from a beer bottle) with her index and middle finger, then took a look at her reflection.
"I'm still ugly," She murmured to herself, fixing strands of hair that were out of place.
Why do I need to live like this? She wondered as she rubbed her eyes.
Although she woke up to a bad start, the weather looked nice. Shielding her eyes from the scorching sun, she picked up her worn-out and tattered sketchbook. She flipped to a brand new page-which did not look brand new at all- and glanced around for something that was actually worth drawing. Drawing was the one thing she could do, without worrying about money. As soon as her hand brushed against the slightly wrinkled paper, she felt motivated. She picked up a piece of charcoal rock from the ground and tossed it up and down as she watched the cars dash by prolongedly.
Her eyes finally stopped wandering, as they lingered inadvertently on a tall, thin, figure. He was sitting on a bench several feet away from her, holding his phone to his ear.
"Yes Father. Wakarimashita," He said, nodding.
Erza could see a smile pulling at his lips, and she couldn't help but smile, too. A moment later, he put his phone away and remained alone on the bench, whistling to himself.
Although she could barely hear it, his whistling put her in a trance. He turned his head slightly to the side, giving her a full view of his face. He had full lips that curved upwards at the corners, high cheekbones, and obsidian-colored, almond-shaped eyes. His spiky pink-hair caught her attention the most, and he looked no older than she was. He wore a black-and-white flannel shirt that fit loosely on his body. In her opinion, he looked like a model.
She didn't realize she was staring until he looked straight in her direction. No- he was looking in her direction, not at her. His eyes flicked away, and she immediately began sharpening the piece of charcoal against the dusty gravel on the ground, then carefully traced his face structure. She continuously looked up to see if the boy had noticed her at all, which he didn't. By the time she finished defining his eyes, he was gone. Regardless of whether he was there or not, though, she continued her hard work. One thing about Erza was that once she started trying her hardest, she never stopped.
(To Be Continued in Chapter 2: The Road to Rebellion)
I know it's a bit short, but as what I have promised you, the future chapter will be more longer for you to read and enjoy.
Please do review before reading the next chapter! Thanks! And I'll be waiting! =w=
Auf Wiedersehen!
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