Ever since Lisanna came back Lucy has felt left out and alone. What happens when she meets an amnesic blond boy on one of her jobs, and takes him back home with her? who is he? what kind of secrets lies behind his sudden appearance?
Chapter 1The early morning sun was shining through the window, the rays hitting the face of a sleeping blond mage. However, the steadily increasing light filling the room did not disturb her slumber. What did, on the other hand, was a sudden loud banging on the front door of her small apartment.
'Miss Heartfilia!'
The girl in question just growled sleepily, and stuck her head underneath the pillow in a failed attempt to escape the noise.
'MISS HEARTFILIA!'
The voice seemed familiar, but her foggy mind just couldn't seem to connect it with a face. But that was not a problem: she couldn't bring herself to care anyway.
'LUCY HEARTFILIA! IF YOU DON'T OPEN THIS DOOR RIGHT NOW I WILL BREAK IT DOWN!'
Well that didn't sound too good. And that voice! Who did she know with such a loud, shrieking voice? Really irritating, that's what it was. But it also sent a small, frightened shiver down her spine. Why was that?
A new series of banging noises, louder than the previous ones, ripped the celestial mage out of her slumbering state. She sat up in her bed, yawned, and proceeded to stare dumb folded in the direction of the noise. This was, until realisation dawned on her.
¨Oh my god! The landlady!¨ she shrieked while jumping out of the bed, tangling her feet in the bed sheets, resulting in her falling face first down on the floor.
¨I'm coming!¨ she shouted, while she tried to untangle her feet and at the same time rub her sore nose. When she finally got back on her feet, she ran through the small apartment to the front door and flung it open. And true enough, on the doorstep, panting for air after all the yelling, she found her gorilla-like landlady, as usual pressed into a dress 3 or 4 sizes too small.
¨Miss … Heartfilia, I'm here ….. to 'cough' talk to you …. about …. your rent.¨ the old woman huffed.
Lucy felt her heart sink. It was true that she was falling a bit behind with her rent (a bit as in three months!), but that was only because it was hard to find a good paying job that she could do on her own. This thought only made her mood worse than it already was. If something like that was even possible.
¨I'm really sorry about this, landlady.¨ she said, plastering on an apologetic smile she hoped didn't seem to false. ¨But if you give me just another two weeks I'm sure I'll…¨
¨Three days.¨ the landlady growled. ¨You get three days. And if I don't find the money on my desk within that time, you can pack your bags and find another idiot to house you!¨ And with that she turned around and stomped angrily down the stairs.
Lucy stood staring blankly after the old woman for what seemed like an eternity before she shut the door and went to sit down at the kitchen table, resting her face in her hands. Three days! How the heck was she supposed to get 280.000 jewels in three days? And especially if she had to do it on her own.
Again she felt a sinking feeling in her stomach at the thought. Alone.
She should be used to it by now. It was almost a half year since the Strauss siblings youngest sister so miraculously had returned from the dead. It had been almost six months since her friends in Fairy Tail had stopped going on jobs with her, even stopped talking to her, because they'd rather do these things with their old friend.
At first Lucy didn't mind that much. Of course she felt sad and a little left out, but she understood that the other members of the guild would want to catch up with their long lost friend, so she didn't say anything. But as time went by and nothing changed, she became more and more lonely and depressed. Was that really all she had been to them all? Some kind of replacement for Lisanna? And now that she was back home, healthy and ALIVE, they didn't need plain old Lucy any more. She had fulfilled her role.
Something warm hitting the palm of her hand ripped Lucy out of her depressing train of thoughts.
¨Seriously?¨ She mumbled to herself. ¨I'm crying over this again?¨
A while she sat staring at the clear drop of liquid in her hand. Maybe her leaving was for the best after all. The thought had crossed her mind several times already, but she always came to the same conclusion: it didn't really matter what she did. She had nowhere else to go, and she wasn't exactly bothering anyone where she was (except landlady). And as long as she stayed there was a chance that things could turn around for the better.
With this optimistic thoughts in mind, Lucy shook the tear of her hand, stood up and stretched her back, before going to the bathroom to get ready for the day. Cause at least, she thought to herself, things couldn't get any worse.