disclaimer: I do not own Fairy Tail.
dedicated to: my best friend from the beginning of time. i've known you since forever.
so, this story: yes, this story...um, procrastinating...i have really severe writers block...on all of my stories...so, uh...at least i've written four chapters of this one, already...i think i'll upload them all today. it's tragedy...everyone dies, like, the world ends...so, uh, yeah...natsu x lucy.
summary: In seven days, they fall in love and the world ends.
watching the world end
day one
It is the first day and the rain begins to fall.
She stays at home and cuddles up in her pink blanket – oh? what's this? There's a fire-breathing dragon and a flying cat also snuggled up in there with her. She can't seem to find the heart to kick them out, so she lets them stay.
It helps that dragons are warm, too.
She falls asleep in his arms and wakes up in the afternoon. The rain hasn't stopped and the sun is barely visible through the clouds. What, has Juvia been tampering with the weather – again? She stretches and slides off the bed, careful not to wake the sleeping dragon and his pet. He stirs and mumbles, "Luce…five more minutes."
She smiles and hums and tiptoes to the kitchen with a bounce to her step. Let it rain, for all she cares. The world is hers today and she can do anything she wants – in this palace of hers. After all, there's a dragon to protect her. And let's not forget the cat.
Soon the smell of pancakes and sausages sizzle in the air, cleansing out the scent of fresh rain and bringing in food. So what if it's not morning. It's her house. She does what she wants.
With the scent of food, the bundle of pink hair still wrapped in her comfy blanket awakens, little strands of fire wrapping around his sleep tousled hair and climbing onto his white-scaled scarf. "Lucy," he whines, stretching out her name. "Whatsa cooking?"
"Natsu!" she chastises. "Go organize yourself first." So Natsu takes it upon himself to run a hand through his hair, straighten out his clothes, and plop himself down at the table. His blue feline, awoken by the cold and a lack of blanket, flies over, rubbing the sleep out of his large eyes.
"Fish?" the cat asks. "I like fish."
Lucy sighs. "No, Happy. No fish today."
"Aye," Happy murmurs sadly, alighting on the table. "I guess sausages are good, too."
They sit down at the table, and all eat. The silence is a bit awkward but the rain's tap dance on their window makes up for it. One droplet is dyed red by the flashing streetlights down below – for a mere second, but Lucy thinks it looks awfully like blood.
It disappears from her memory soon enough.
Her thoughts turn to Natsu. They seem like a family – you know, sitting at a round table, eating breakfast when it's supposed to be lunch, sleeping in the same bed…Lucy guesses she's just gotten used to all of this. It stopped being weird after a few days.
She rises and carries her dish to the sink; stopping to collect Happy's as well and rinses them so they won't stain. Natsu is still eating, but he stops when all the food is gone. He helps clean up, and soon the traces of the meal are gone and there is nothing to do.
The rain is hammering now, no longer tap dancing, and they do not want to go to the guild in this weather. They doubt even Mira-chan, the ever faithful demon bartender is there, and it must be so much colder there than in this cozy little apartment.
No, they're not leaving. They're staying right where they are, oh, and isn't it a perfect day to spend inside?
They spend the rest of the day talking and laughing and reminiscing and being. It feels comfortable, and Lucy is content.
'Hey, you're not so bad.'
and so the first day ends