Reason One: He Was Nastu and She Was Lucy

Lucy Heartfillia belonged to Natsu Dragneel.

Everyone knew it. It was a common fact at the guild, like how Gray belonged to Juvia, Levy was Gajeel's, Freed had all rights to Laxus, booze barrels were not to be touched unless you were Cana and—you get the point .

Sure there were still many perverted comments about Lucy (*cough* Macao *cough* Wakaba *cough*), but no one actually tried anything. Well, Loke did, but he was still in denial and Lucy had already grown used to and immune to the lion spirit's advances.

However, if you were to be anyone other than Natsu Dragneel himself, and you were flirting with a certain blonde-haired celestial mage...well, good luck. Because by the end (Actually, it was more like as soon as you opened your mouth to speak to the girl.), your hair has mysteriously burst into flames and while you're trying to put out the raging fire, a pink-haired man will have already slipped a possessive arm around the blonde's waist. He will grin an infectious smile, easing her distress at your pain and send her away with a reassuring, "I'll take care of it."

She'll look at you, worry in her eyes, but one more grin from the rose-colored hair man will give her confidence and a small smile and she'll leave. As soon as she's gone, all the kindness and warmth the man had shown will have disappeared too. He sucks in the fire at your hair, taking care of it as he said he would, but there's another matter he will discuss, something that will scare you much more than being burned alive.

"Listen up, punk," he sneers, giving you a flash of his longer-than-normal fangs. His voice is low, hardly a whisper, but you can feel all the hate and barely-restrained fury within it. Terror runs through you, a shiver running down your spine. You gulp as he continues. "That girl you were about to talk to? The blonde? Her name is Lucy Heartfillia and she's mine. Do you understand that? Lucy Heartfillia belongs to me, you hear? ME!" Your eyes wander to the direction of where said girl had left, wishing you could run away too.

Suddenly, you feel a hand wrapping itself around the collar of your shirt and you're being lifted into the air. You gasp, your feet dangling uselessly and your hands holding onto the arm that picked you up in the first place. Dark, onyx eyes glare into your's and you want to cry out for your mother, or the police, or a priest when you see the evil glint in them.

"Do you understand?" A threatening fist is poised near your face, ready to beat the living shit out of you. You actually do cry out this time when you see that fist is engulfed in flames, the heat radiating off it making more sweat run down your pale face.

"Y-Yes!" You manage to squeak out, terrified for your life. Almost immediately, you're set down, but by this time, your legs have to turned into puddles of mush and you fall to the ground, landing hard on your ass.

The pink-haired man's face morphs into a grin again as you cower in fear. "Great! I'm so glad we came to an understanding!" He exclaims, pulling you up into an unneccessarily hard handshake. The man turns to leave and walks a few steps before halting and looking back at you. Goose bumps run up and down your arms and legs when you see there's more.

"By the way," he said, slyly. "the name's Nastu. Natsu Dragneel." He turns and whistles with a spring in his step, his hands interlocked together behind his head.

This whole encounter has led you to realize three things: Lucy Heartfillia belonged to Nastu Dragneel, pink is a terrifying color, and...as you look down...you need new pants.


I dunno. ._. Is this okay? I ship NaLu to the MAX and this is a new, short series of them. Reviews? OOC? WAS THIS POV TOO WEIRD? TnT Please tell me what you think...

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-MyFangirlingWays