Title: A is for
Accident
Author: Perch
Claim: Faith
Fandom:
Fairy Tail (manga)
Pairing/Characters: Lucy/Natsu
Words:
348
Summary: If there was one thing Lucy could always count
on it was Natsu being Natsu, which in the case of interrupting her
shower was a very bad thing.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this piece nor am I making any form of profit from this piece of fan fiction.
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Natsu likes to treat her place like his place, only not quite like his place because when he comes to her place he doesn't have to clean or take out the trash or do all the mundane living things most people do.
Not that Natsu doesn't have a place to stay, after all the Fairy Tail inn always has an empty table to sleep on or a convenient corner to slouch against. Natsu is often on the road so most of his living is done in his rucksack or stored around in places other people usually find odd.
One thing Natsu finds odd is Lucy's insistence on picking up after herself. If she just left a nice trail of clothes pointing out her general direction then maybe Natsu could have diverted the accident.
On second thought, this is Natsu. He would have charged into the shower even if she'd placed an occupied sign on her bathroom door. If there was one thing Lucy could always place her faith in, it was that Natsu wouldn't be bothered by obvious signs of occupation like steam rolling under the door, the sounds of water and Lucy's slightly off-key singing mixed with the gurgling of her mouth filling under the tap.
Or pick up on when he's clearly unwanted in the room while she's showering.
Like right now she's crouching on her shower floor and throwing bottles of shampoo at his head and soap and her towel and her brush, toothbrush, toothpaste and finally the bathroom sink, which is almost as good as the kitchen.
"Wow, you're really strong Lucy!" Natsu said, ducking as the sink flies by.
"Get out!" Lucy wails.
And then cheerfully he wanders back into her living room and slips out a window and Lucy is left on the floor of her shower, the curtain half off, huffing and puffing and resolving to kill him as soon as she is decent, or having Aquarius drown him or at the very least send Cancer to his corner of the table that night and give him a really bad haircut.