DISCLIMER: I do NOT own Fary Tail. Whoever said I did is LYING! YOU HEAR!? LYING!

Greetings earthlings, it been a while!

Well I hope you enjoy this new story, it's been on my mind for weeks.

Enjoy ;)

Chapter 1

The ten-year-old boy lingered at the window sill, the window closed, the white floral curtains hiding those who resided in the house. But the youth caught glimpses of the family within, his only eye on the fair woman, who laughed and giggled, her voice ringing like bells in his ears. Her hair was pure white, not unlike that of the falling snow the boy had grown accompanied to. A soft glow of warmth came from the window, but it never reached the boy, whose heart had encased itself in ice. He was once just a boy, who swore he would never grow up, he would never age, and he would always be a boy and play games, to never have responsibility, to never become an adult.

But a certain white haired woman, who was once just a girl, continued to grow old, a girl who was no longer just a girl. A girl who had children, who had a husband, who wanted more than he was ever willing to give.

But the boy soon realised what he had lost. He could no longer visit the snow haired woman, for her window was shut and she could no longer hear him calling out to her in desperation.

"Open the window!" He would cry out into the dead of the night, hoping she would listen, "I'm right here!"

But on matter how much he pleaded and begged and screamed; she did not hear him. Only the sound of the howling wind entered the woman's mind; she had forgotten the boy she had once loved.

The boy became colder, his heart no longer wanting to bear the sadness of his loss, the agony too raw and… and… real.

He turned away from the family, bitterness settling in his chest, as he floated away onto the empty streets of Magnolia. The wind blew at the boys' odd coloured hair, sending it tumbling in short waves. A sliver ran down his cheeks, but he pretended not to notice, as semi-frozen drops of tears fell to the brick pathway, freezing and shattering as it landed.

A golden ball of light buzzed around the youth, tinkling a soft melody, one so sad and heart aching, that nearby children cried in their sleep.

Still the boy did not make a move to answer the tinkling creature; he only stood in silence.

…

The boy had grown, his shoulders broadened, his height increased, but the light in his eyes had faded over the years as reality settled into his new life, NeverLand slowly forgotten over time.

He was no longer the naive boy he had once been. The heart ache always following, no matter how much he drowned his sorrows in silence, no matter how he woke up every morning with a new female beside him, the warmth only skin deep; he could still feel the pain of lost love.

He was no longer a boy. Nor was he a man. He was still childish, his light lost, but deep down he never forget. He never forgot the feeling of a sword in his hand, the feeling of light-headedness as he soared up into the unpolluted air. He never forgot the feeling of dirt and grime on ever part of his body, or the cool spring he would jump in and splash any unsuspecting victims.

And most of all; he never truly forgot his home up in the stars. And no matter how much he tried, no matter how much he wished, he would never feel the same way, as a young free boy, again.

…

He laid in the tall, lean grass, up a pon a hill, the grass gently swaying as though it were the gentle sea. His arms were behind his head, his eyes closed, dreaming under the watchful eyes of the moon overhead.

I flew high up into the clear sky, the wind whipping my hair, my hands out stretched. I had never felt so alive, so free. A gleeful laughter tumbled out of my throat. Below me was an island, the greener lush and vibrant, the woodland on the island filled with life, light and wonder. I flew down, doing cartwheels and somersaults and backflips and even the occasional loopty-loop.

"Natsu…"

I froze as my name was called, the voice passing through my head, something so familiar, yet I could not place a finger on it.

"Natsu!"

It sounded urgent. Who could be disturbing my peace? And why?

I felt as though I was falling, the wind howling in my ears, the ground rushing up to meet me. My stomach flopped. My eyes stung.

I was afraid.

Then the darkness engulfed me.

The boy sat up gasping for air, his hand over his pounding heart, eyes frantic. He calmed down, realising it was all just a dream.

"Natsu!" Called a little golden dot, as it gently flew around him in pure happiness, before settling on his knee.

"You've grown. Does that mean you no longer want to be a boy?" the tiny fairy asked.

The teen chuckled, his hand brushing the sleep out of his eye, "Me? A man? Never!" he grinned his famous grin, "How about we return home? What do you say, Erza?"

The little fairy turned red with anger, slapping him in the face. A large welt began to form.

"There's nothing left of NeverLand, Natsu! The pirates destroyed everything after you left! How could you be so… so …"

"Naïve?"

"RECKLESS!" the fairy screeched, "The Lost Boys left not long after you did."

"Do you know where they are?" the teen asked, a plan already forming in that thick skull of his.

He had enough of running and hiding from people. He had enough of people telling him what to do. He had enough of reality that could last him a lifetime. Now he wanted to go home and take back what was rightfully his.

The colour of Erza faded, turning to a gold/silver colour, "You mean you wish to return?"

The 17-year-old teenager grinned, some light, not all, back in his eyes, "What would the world be without Natsu to foil Captain Iron Hook's plans, eh?"

…

The boy seemed lighter, brighter, as he searched (with the help from the easily angered fairy, Tatiana Erza) for all the Lost boys, who turned out to be no longer in the category of 'boys'. One was a stripper in a brothel, another was actually working as a male prostitute in said brothel, and another, as he discovered, was the bouncer, his butchness perfect for the job as he yelled out things like, "I'M A MAN!"

After convincing them to quit their… uh… 'jobs', they continued their journey ("Almost like an adventure!" the Exhibitioner had exclaimed)stopping at an old hair dressing saloon in Hargion, the teen they were looking for working as a hair dresser. He, too, joined their little group once again.

Lurking in the shadow of the night were none other than the trio who called themselves the Thunder Legion, the three of them known criminals, who wanted nothing more than to return home. Not after the beat the living shit out of their 'leader', of course.

And finally, they found the last of the Lost boys, who resided in an orphanage. He was willing to leave the dreadful place, which had an old pungent smell to it. Like old people's homes. Or a crazy cat lady's home. Either way, it smelled off, and wasn't deemed an appropriate place for a Lost boy or any other unfortunate soul to come across it.

Their team complete; they flew home, dodging smoke and chimneys as they make their way back home heading straight for- you guessed it- the second star to the right and straight on till morning.

NeverLand.

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Ok this is my second story and I PROMISE that there will be NaLu! And when I make a promise, I make a promise.

I hope you all enjoyed this one so far.

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Until then,

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