The Scarf Boy (?)? Ole
Sorry if it's not as good as the unfinished one... u^u
Drink up beautiful
I spiked your cup with angst
and a heartattack ;
Lucy Heartfillia was nine years old when she first heard the cruel rumors circulating around about a boy known as "Scarf Boy".
Horrifying, childhood-induced images flowed throughout the blonde's mind as the other children easily swayed her judgement with their farfetched tales of their classmate, who's head only rested upon his neck thanks to the support of the scarf wrapped securely around his neck.
"I heard if you see his head fall off he'll chase after you and eat you!"
"How can he eat you without his head?"
"Idiot! He chases you after he picks it up, of course!"
Lucy giggled nervously at her classmates banter, naive enough to believe in even the most ridiculous claims. She listened intently until the end of recess, promising herself that she would most definitely not be eaten by this foul boy.
Lucy stared at the empty desk next to her and frowned.
Situated in the back with a window on one side and an empty desk on the other, it was easy to infer how isolated the young girl felt. And if Lucy hated anything more than veggies, it was being alone.
(She faced enough of that at home, not that she'd tell any of her new friends.)
With a heavy heart and bubbling loneliness, Lucy made sure to pay attention to the lesson and maybe see if she could convince her teacher to change her seat.
(hopefully she could sit next to Levy-chan)
Lucy did not get to sit next to Levy-chan.
Her teacher had convinced her to stick it through, promised the kid would arrive at some point, and that they would get along splendidly. Lucy hung onto these words in her secluded corner of the classroom, and counted the days until the promised friend showed up.
And so she did count, and by week two, Lucy had finally met who she had been waiting for.
And boy was she disappointed.
Because the person she had been waiting so desperately to befriend was a boy.
And boys—what girl in her right mind would want to befriend one? They have germs.
Nonetheless, Lucy was intrigued. This boy had skipped the first two weeks of school, and now here he was to save her from her loneliness.
So as frightening as germs were, Lucy decided to give him a chance.
"Hello," She called softly, voice catching in slight nerve. The boy remained undisturbed, staring at his wooden desk to avoid catching anyone's eye.
(too late)
"Hello," She called once more, leaning in his direction to get her point across. Once more, the boy did not look up, and Lucy began to feel irritated.
"Hey, pinkie! Look at someone when they're talking to you, will ya?!" She called much louder, her anger finally catching the boy's attention. He looked up, somewhat alarmed, and turned her way stiffly.
"Y-Yes?" He mumbled, eyes darting from the girl to her desk. She quirked an eyebrow at his tensed posture, guilt prickling her for startling the young boy.
"I-I just wanted to say hi...I'm new this year and I was wondering..since we, y'know, sit next to each other...maybe..be friends?" Lucy found her simple proposal much more embarrassing to say than first imagined.
The boy's charcoal colored eyes widened in shock, his face turning an unusual white.
"A-Are you—"
"Serious?!"
She froze in her concern, watching as his eyes pooled with tears readying to burst.
"A-Are you joking? Did the teacher ask you to do this?" He demanded, wiping furiously at his eyes with his...
With...
His scarf.
Lucy's whole body turned ice cold at the sight of the accessory, realization dawning on her.
Fear latched onto the young girl as she watched the boy closely, his scarf soaking up any tears that would have fallen. He patted it almost affectionately before focusing on her once more, a ghost of a smile appearing on his lips.
"I would love to be your friend, please take care of me..." And with that shy statement, the Scarf Boy somewhat bowed in his seat, an overwhelmingly happy grin flashing for a mere moment upon his face before he was able to hide it under an embarrassed bite of the lip.
His canines, they're... Lucy remained floored by her discovery, the sight of his sharp teeth drawing even more fear out of her stomach.
But even as her mind fed her tales, Lucy couldn't deny that the Scarf Boy's immense happiness made her immensely happy, too.
So she returned his elated smile, and in that moment realized there was nothing to fear.
Years had passed since that endearing moment transpired between the two, and they had only grown closer. In fact, on the side of Lucy Heartfilia, maybe a little too close...
Ah, dammit! I forgot the apples! I hope he doesn't get upset... Lucy fretted as she sprinted towards their spring-time lunch area. It was a simple field right next to the cafeteria, and as long as they didn't litter, the administrators didn't mind.
Nearly tripping over her own two feet and squashing their turkey sandwiches into oblivion, Lucy finally arrived at their meeting spot and dropped the lunch boxes, panting.
"I'm five minutes late and he's still not here?" Lucy tsked at Natsu's carelessness, though thanked him for the opportunity to primp herself.
As she hastily arranged her hair, a voice from behind startled her.
"No matter how hard you try, that won't help ya Luigi!" The obnoxious voice cackled, earning a huff in response.
"It wouldn't hurt for you to try to look presentable from time to time." She sniffed in response, earning an "ack!" In reply.
"Oi! I think I look fine as hell!"
"You've always had bad taste." She retorted teasingly, butterflies flying throughout her stomach as she silently agreed with his statement. She turned around to hide her momentary blush, picking up his lunch and tossing it to him.
"Yosh! Thanks Luce, you're the best!" He cried in gratitude, plopping down to begin his feast. She secretly relished in his compliment but made sure to seem indifferent as she also sat down on the cool grass.
"I forgot your apple tho, I'm sorry." She remembered to tell him before he discovered himself. His happiness remained intact however, and his smile spread far across his face.
"That's okay, I appreciate the gesture regardless." He reassured, an embarrassed hand reaching up to rub the back of his head. "Sorry for relying on you." He chuckled sheepishly, an ashamed blush splashing across his cheeks.
"Don't—" She stopped herself before she could become too heated, looking away to collect her thoughts. His intensity always sparked a fire inside her own stomach, and was one of the many reasons why she loved him so, so dearly.
"I love...I love the smile on your face when you eat my food. It's beautiful, and I don't want you to feel like you're taking advantage of me because...because I enjoy it so..so much.." She refused to look at him, afraid he would see her fierce blush.
"Luce..." The blonde felt a hand fall upon her head and looked up—only to see a matching blush adorning the boy's face. Her breath caught in her throat and for a moment—only a moment—her eyes chanced upon his lips, mesmerised.
"N-Natsu..." She whispered under her breath, finding it hard to breathe. He gave her his stupid ass, godforsaken smile, and Lucy Heartfilia was sure she would crack right then and there.
Now's perfect, look how close you are! This is your chance! Her mind screamed at her to make a move, and so she did.
Impulse took over the young eighth grader's body, and before she could think of what she was doing, she reached out and yanked on Natsu's signature scarf, thinking it would pull the young boy to her and their lips would meet.
Unfortunately, that did not happen.
Instead of the two meeting in a romantic fashion, Lucy was met with the most heart-breaking look of despair she had ever seen upon the boy's face.
She had caused him to make that look.
But that is not what ripped Lucy to shreds.
No, his look was nothing compared to the red marks wrapped around the boy's exposed neck.
"Natsu, you..." Her voice caught in her throat and she put a hand over her mouth to stifle a sob, understanding reigning over her mercilessly.
"Who, who hurt you? Who put that...?" She heard her voice beg, clenching onto the fabric within her palm. She reached out to him, hoping to pull him from his daze, only for him to reach forward and yank his scarf violently out of her hands, eyes filled with fury.
"You think this is funny, huh? You finally got to see whether that shit about my head was true or not, huh? That's all you wanted right?" He barked, veins straining in his bruised neck as he unleashed his anger upon the blonde who loved him more than anyone else in the world.
"No, of course not! I..it was an accident, Natsu—"
"I should have known from the start. No one..." Natsu faltered somewhat, his eyes beginning to glaze with tears. "Friends? Ha..." His voice cracked as he hung his head, hiding his tears from her.
"Natsu, please—Just tell me who's hurting you, please. I want to help, just—"
"Help? You don't know what you're saying—God I can't believe I was fooled into this shit—" Wiping his face with his sleeve, he gave Lucy one last cold glare.
"I will never forgive you."
And with that, he wrapped his signature scarf around his neck where it belonged, and stormed off.
Lucy stood there sobbing even after the bell had rung, feeling utterly destroyed.
