Catching Stars
by Her Pretty Smile
Synopsis: AU. I can get anything I want. I can do anything I want. But trying to get you and make you mine is going to be like trying to catch stars; you're going to be too out of my reach, and it's possible that you won't be in the same place where I know you always are anymore. NatsuღLucy. [Ongoing]
Warning: Unbeta-ed; may contain mistakes. And, short chapters alert!
Disclaimer: I do not own Fairy Tail.
Authoress' Note: So, this is supposed to be a drabble series, but I can't seem to compile these all up into exactly a hundred words, so this is going to be a sorta drabble series. :P Okay, now the authoress is not making any sense so the readers should now go and read her story. Toodles! :3
Catching Stars
One: I'll Be An Angel
I AM NOT CONTENT WITH everything I have right now. They are all insignificant; they either break or fade away in time, and I don't want that. What I want is something that will last forever, something that I will treasure above all things.
And this is why I'd picked her.
I'm rich, that's true. It's why I can get anything I want.
However, she's an entirely different matter altogether.
She isn't like other girls who fawn over me or tries to get close to me because I'm wealthy. She's rich, too, but she is also intelligent, beautiful, and independent.
That's what I like about her.
And no matter what it takes, I'm going to get her.
Her name is Lucy Heartfilia. She's my age, and she's my classmate.
And the first time we'd met, she'd punched me straight in the jaw, glaring at me while she told me that I should be ashamed of myself.
Then I saw the white-haired girl who was hiding behind her with tears in her eyes and I understood.
That girl was Lisanna Strauss, one of my playthings. Apparently, after I'd told her that she was nothing to me and that she was only a toy, she'd told everything to Lucy, her close friend. And for that, the latter came straight up to me even though she didn't know me and got her revenge.
At that moment, I'd hated her. I'd hated her so much that I played pranks on her and even threatened her to leave the school. I wasn't used to being hit by a girl. I was a guy, for Pete's sake, and guys have their own egos. Mine had been badly hurt because of her, and I wasn't about to rest until I gave her just exactly what she deserved.
But then one day, that all changed.
I was in my limo one night when I saw her. She was being cornered by some perverts in the alley, and at that moment, rage piled up inside me that I had seen red.
With that, I forcefully told my driver to stop and then I pushed open the car door. with a bang. My fury didn't recede even after I'd knocked the living daylights out of those drunken idiots.
When none were left, I turned to look at her, my breath coming out in shallow gasps as I panted heavily for air. Adrenaline was still coursing inside of me, and I was still unsatisfied.
I had to know if she was all right, so I walked over to her.
"Did they hurt you in any way?" I asked her furiously.
"N—No…" she replied shakily, staring at me with scared brown eyes.
At that moment, I relaxed considerably. "Sorry…" I said quietly. "I didn't mean to scare you. I'll go now."
But before I could even turn away, she grabbed me by the hand and, to my surprise, pulled me towards her. She then wrapped her arms around me and sobbed heavily, whispering over and over to my ear that she was scared, so, so scared. My heart aching, I patted her slowly on the back, reassuring her that she was safe now and that I would never let anyone hurt her ever again.
I guess that was when I started to fall in love with her.
But she and I can't be together.
Why?
Because she and her family are moving next month to Canada.
I won't get to see her again.
Damn, it hurts.
And to add it all up, she doesn't like me. She'd made it clear after that pervert incident that I am such a good friend and that she hoped that she can hang out with me more.
And so there it goes. My love story's impossible to gain. It's difficult to accomplish, and I have the feeling that it won't end happily.
I can't move with her; my family's adamant on staying.
And I get the feeling that her dad doesn't like me very much.
Now, as I stare up at the sky looking at the stars, I think that she very much resembles one.
She's a star, a beautiful, kind star that I can't reach.
So, to summarize, the first time I've fallen in love… It's agonizing.
End—One
A/N: So that's it. Kind of lame, actually. It's not the best I can do, but at least it's distracting enough for me to continue on writing. :) So, what do you guys think?