Disclaimer: I do not own Fairy Tail. Rights go to Hiro Mashima.
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Natsu's living situation was, and still remains, the most tragic story Lucy had ever had the displeasure of knowing of.
The house was nothing but a landfill. How the pink-haired mage ever had the possibility of even finding his way to the door, Lucy did not know. It was a maze. She swore he'd end up knocking over a pile of junk and becoming consumed as it toppled over him. She'd find herself screaming at night as she woke up from deep, disturbing nightmares. Nightmares of Happy's bruised, limp body turning up three weeks after he's been missing – found under one of the many mountains of god-knows-what that occupied the household. Nightmares containing Natsu suffering from irreparable injuries inflicted from stepping on ten-year old, chemical-ridden food. Nightmares holding all the disgusting insects she just knew crawled around the area at night; their hairy, little legs shuffling over Natsu's face as he slept away his latest mission.
Lucy would always tighty up every time she visited (which wasn't very often mind you). All she'd do when she visited his home was clean, clean, and clean some more. There was never a moment where she sat happily and mooched from him as compared to how he was nothing but a moocher when it came to her living expenses. It all got to the point where she gave up. She didn't bother visiting because she knew he'd eventually come to her. She didn't bother cleaning because she knew he'd just make it messy again. She tried not to bother thinking about the sheer filth, although the thoughts always wormed into her mind as she tried to sleep peacefully. He was hopeless. She doubted that even Erza could change that side of him.
This'll just be a short series of short stories dedicated to Natsu's crappy cleaning. Reviews are always appreciated, thanks.