Lucas is a high school student that takes up paranormal investigation as a hobby. When he finds a haunted house or sight to visit, he's usually alone. Lucas has never really minded going alone since so far, nothings happened. Besides, it's more interesting that way really since the less people there are to disturb the atmosphere, the spirits are probably more open to communicate. And while he's attempting to communicate with the spirits, meaning he's basically talking to himself, he doesn't have to feel like a complete idiot with Grey, Juvia and Gajeel in the background laughing their asses off and making it even harder than it already was. Lucas still goes to school and even has a job but whenever he has free time, is feeling bored, or just can't take his father's attitude anymore, he goes out to talk to the spirits. Just sitting in the alone in the empty space actually helps with calming him down some and gives him something to do that takes his mind off things. Even if people at his school think he's a bit weird, has a few screws loose, and tease him a lot for having such a strange fascination with ghosts - to add insult to injury, he usually shows up at school almost covered head to toe in bandages - he's never let it get to him. Well. Most of the time.

Lately, Lucas has been having some problems with dealing with all that. He's just been feeling a bit lonely. He's never been in a relationship with someone and doesn't really think he could ever be in a relationship with someone, thanks to his father. Even if he were finally able find someone, they would have to be the right person, someone that really understands him and what he does in his free time. Lucas still holds into hope that he one day, he'll find someone like that. Hopefully soon cause he doesn't think he'll be able to take much more of this...loneliness.

Most of those feelings are caused by his father, and those stupid bandages. Usually people just tease him about them and sometimes call him a "Walking Mummy" but a select few who actually look somewhat concerned and have been paying far more attention then they should be, ask about the real reason behind as to why he usually shows up to school almost completely covered in bandages, he's always forced to use the same lie; "It's nothing. I just get a bit distracted with all the abandoned places I go to and end up tripping or something. I'm fine". But that was a lie. He wasn't fine. In fact, he was far from fine. He hated waking everyday and having to change those stupid bandages but at least they believed that very lie he told himself every morning without questioning it. Without digging deeper, or questioning him. Even though Lucas hates lying, he has to lie. He's primarily doing it out of fear. Fear of the truth which was far more worse. No one could ever know the truth. Even Lucas didn't want to face that reality.


Lucas had that strange feeling again. It was a feeling he would have almost everyday, but usually just when he had had another one of those dreams. But this feeling was the urge to go back there. To that house. He needed to be inside that house, he needed to be touching something that was inside that house. But the more he went there the more he felt like the energy there would grow each time. More and more, almost to the point where he felt as though it would swallow him whole...but he didn't care. No, the thought of the energy consuming him made his stomach twist and turn and filled him with the urge to run but he needed to go there. It was always easy to ignore this feeling - it usually happened when he was home - but this time was different. The feeling was stronger, too strong for him to needed to go there again. Even if it was in the middle of the night and at the risk of his father waking and catching him, he needed to go there. It was actually better for him to be going at night really. Whenever he went over there in broad daylight, he would notice that people would give him these...looks. Their eyes would be full of pity and Lucas just didn't understand it. Why would they look at him like that? Like he was some homeless child? But, he always ignored their looks. The house drew in all his attention whenever he passed it. He knew with every fiber in his being that the suppressing energy he felt was because of the spirits that lived there. He could feel its presence whenever he stepped through the front door, the feeling of it just sunk into his very core. But the energy wasn't ominous, it was more light and friendly. It was like the spirit knew him and wanted for him to be welcomed into the home. For him to always be in the home. But even though Lucas saw this as progress, his friends thought it was odd - and from the pitying looks they gave him occasionally, it was also worrying - that he was drawn to that one specific house. Whenever he mentioned the home, they would quickly change the subject. Whenever he was staring out the window in the direction of the home, they would change the subject. His friends just didn't like the home but he didn't understand what was so unappealing about it, besides the fact that it was abandoned. They just didn't understand since they were more into fashion and social media and politics. The more he hung out with them and the more they shut down his attempts to talk about the house, the more he questioned why he called them his 'friends'.

He sighed softly and shook his head, scattering the dark thoughts as he stood in front of the house, taking in it's details from a distance. It looked like any other normal abandoned house you would see down the street, inside and out. The house had originally been painted a bright yellow which gradually began to fade over the years, leaving it a very pale yellow that looked almost white like the roof. The windows had been boarded up a while ago and there was shrubbery along the sides and vines that basically covered the whole sides of the place with green. The grass was also overgrown. Lucas could probably point out every detail about the house at this point, inside and out. He could probably even draw it and imagine what the family that lived here would be doing. What the house would look like if there was some actual life in it. But, no matter how many times he tries to remember the family that had lived there - his memory was already splotchy since it had been a while ago - he could never remember their faces or their names even though they had lived there for years. He was pretty sure that he had even grown close to one of them...but he just couldn't remember.

He shook his head again. If he tried to force himself to remember then he would get a headache. Lucas nervously glanced around before walking up to the door. He stepped up to the door and knocked three times before opening it - he always did that to give the spirits a heads up that he was here and asking permission for if he could enter. The undisturbed silence meant that he could enter - if there had been a sound then he would have left since it meant the spirits didn't want to be disturbed at the moment - so he slowly opened the door, it creaked in protest as he did. He quickly closed it, cringing at the loud sound. He hated the sound of creaking doors. It made him remember things that he wanted to keep locked up tight in that box. Lucas shuddered at the thought before doing a quick scan of the inside. He always expected for something to be different but it never was. Papers were still scattered everywhere in the living room and there was still the same amount of abandoned furniture. Lucas sighed.


Natsu was a bit surprised when Lucas walked into his home in the middle of the night. He had sometimes stood outside and just stared at the place before quickly leaving but this time he'd actually stepped inside. The longer he lingered outside, the more he had just wanted him to come inside. He didn't like being teased. But, something was different. Natsu's always seen Lucas come inside his home, sometimes smiling and occasionally of in la la land but this time, he seemed kind of...worried about something. Natsu would communicate with him - as he has enough power to do so - but he couldn't. No matter how troubled, worried or sad Lucas looked,he needed to be patient. He needed to wait for the perfect time. The perfect time to make Lucas snap and finally face reality that he oh so dreaded facing. But, maybe today was the right day. Natsu has tried a couple of other times when he thought it was right, but nothing happened each time. The break in his routine implied that today was the right day. Lucas always came at daylight hours at least once or twice a week. He would always wander around the house than sit on the stairs for hours on end, just staring up at the ceiling or down at his feet, never in between. He would attempt to communicate with Natsu but would slowly lose motivation when he didn't respond and just say a sad and disappointed goodbye before leaving. And then rinse and repeat. Over. And over. And over. It had become so irritating just watching him do the same thing, move the same way, make the same face that Natsu had almost answered when he asked if someone was in the room with him but he managed to hold out. And now he was being rewarded for his everlasting patience. This had been the only thing that was keeping him grounded to this earth. Natsu was still on Earth all for the purpose of making Lucas snap. He needed to wake up and remember. Natsu refused to let him forget.

The fact that Lucas looked more troubled today then usual was pissing Natsu off since he was the only one allowed to irritate him. Not in reality though. He preferred to do it in his dreams so that he wouldn't be tempted to reveal himself. Natsu unraveled the scarf around his neck and placed it on the ground upstairs in what used to be his room. He needed to know if this was the right time and with this, he couldn't change his mind. The scarf was something he had been wearing when he died so he couldn't part with it since it was basically a part of his whole being. If he did try to resist it's pull, his core would start to ache like someone was pounding at it with a hammer and he absolutely hated that feeling so it would be his punishment if his assumption was wrong. He watched patiently - like always - as Lucas wandered around his home, disappearing upstairs before reappearing with his scarf in hand. He waved goodbye to Wendy and fazed through the door as Lucas audibly said goodbye to the empty home before leaving and starting his walk back home. Natsu watched the stars move backwards as he floating alongside him...it had been so long since he'd seen the stars. Hopefully, Lucas's life would be somewhat entertaining as he waited to determine if this was the time. Natsu sighed heavily. When he did, Lucas looked around with wide, frantic eyes. He started mumbling to himself and didn't stop till he reached The Mansion. He had never reacted that way before.

Lucas stopped and took a deep breath before he unlocked the front door of the mansion. Right when he did, a ball came flying out of nowhere and at his face. Lucas - who has clearly been expecting for something to come flying at his face - quickly stepped out of the path of the ball before it could hit him. He stepped inside and slowly shut the door. Natsu glanced at the tennis ball that now rested on the cold concrete before phasing through the wall, just in time to see Lucas being knocked to the ground, the piercing sound of skin meeting skin resonated through the large home. And now he was pissed off again. He was still doing that. Natsu thought he had stopped doing that when he died but he clearly didn't and this was something Natsu absolutely hated. Lucas was his to irritate, his to make feel uncomfortable, his to make cry and was his to beat down. But...he couldn't do anything. He still needed to wait until he determined if the time was right or else it wouldn't work. So Natsu just watched, the rage slowly building up inside him.