"I do not know, but I want you here"
After the shock, his memories had turned into a dream. Rewinding back to the time he had been going to different places, being attacked, being captured and then treated by a girl.
As he opened his eyes, he never expected what his visions presented. He expected the dark cold ceiling of the dungeons still dripping with leaks. The cold floor, soaking the bandages the unpredictable girl had wrapped around his back.
He still couldn't understand what was running in her thoughts. At first she was cautious of him, as she went near. She rubbed the stain of blood of his cheek with an expression of worry and concern; it softened him. Then she quickly took duty into making sure his wounds were bandaged neatly. Her hand just running around his back and shoulder blades made him relaxed. Her hands were soft to the touch, and he himself had felt things were as it should be no danger to come; he was safe. Yet, she pulls away, making all the trust he was just building break into shards.
He shook off his piling thoughts and observed the room he was in; where he was lying on.
He was on a soft bed, piled with pillows of white cases, a soft red blanket reaching the bottom of the bed. Other furniture was surrounding the white walls of the room. A carved cabinet, a study table and a small bookshelf filled with books he had no interest of looking into. Well, he hasn't seen the titles, and he has no plans to. He plans to escape, and it was now.
He rose up from the bed and felt the soft carpet tickling his foot. If he had time, he plans to run around it, or lay on it and roll. But, this is not the time. He had to go, before that girl plans anything else than have him sent to this luxurious looking room.
He was about to run to the door when fate made its turn. The girl, who cared and had him confused went in. she wore a different gown. A green tube dress that flows lose up to her ankles. Her hair tied up with a handkerchief. She was looking at him as if she expected the events.
"This room is a guest room that's just beside my room" she pointed to the wall on the right "Guards are everywhere, making sure you stay. Besides, you can't pass them without your powers"
Before he could scoff at what she said, he remembered the shackle she had placed on his. Actually they seemed like metal wrist band. No chain actually connecting them, well except for the violet light connecting both. It was flexible so he had no problem moving his hand to its full extent, making him forget he was bound.
After his intent observance over the shackles, he looked her into the eyes. She was emotionless. Keeping eye contact wasn't going to do him any justice or give him answers. He had to talk.
"Why?" she raised her eyebrows and smiled. She went near him, quite surprised he didn't even stepped back. Her smile was unwavering. She touched his cheek, to which he didn't flinch.
"Your wounds should heal, but the bandages needs to be changed later" she said, completely ignoring his question. He repeats it, more specifically to the point.
"Why are you doing this to me?"
She went around him, observing the bandages. She gave pressure to his back, to which he shivers.
"You are mine, remember? I at least have to take good care of my belongings" she said it as a matter of fact.
"I don't belong to anyone….I am not an object" he growled. She faces him again after going around him, her expression was soft, and it showed an apologetic smile.
"I know…."
Her expression just sent more confusion to him. What was up with this girl? Just a minute ago she was acting cold-hearted, high and mighty then now she's being soft and caring. Are all girls like this?
"I'm sorry…." She fell on her knees until she sat on the floor, her head down. He raises his eye brows in confusion. Now she's asking for an apology? What is really going on?
"Being the only heir to the throne…I am expected to rule with an iron fist just how all the others have…I can't look soft in front of anyone….but I didn't show you who I am, you might as well misunderstood"
"So you were only pretending….it was all an act?" he asked to which she had nodded to.
"I've known how to be tough, halfheartedly to you it is an act" she confessed as she stood, getting near him, the space between them decreasing.
Forcing an eye contact, she smiled. "I've been searching for someone like you…or I've been looking for YOU all along" she giggled then mumbles something he heard clear "Fate has been playing…"
He gazed at her expression, trying to figure out if she was truly sincere or just bursting his bubble. But from his memory of her high and mighty part with the expression now, it was true. Her expression now was true.
Somehow, he was going soft again. 'Fate has been playing' it was true. He believed so; he had no idea why he had come in to this land. He had no idea how he let himself be captured. He had also no idea why he had softened to someone after all this years. Truly, fate was playing with them.
When she raised her head, trying to focus on his eyes, he asked.
"What do you want from me?"
She let out a sigh of frustration and began to think. Her eyes roamed around the room, confusion roaming around her face. He was quite surprised that she hadn't thought of what she wanted from him, yet she had told him she was looking for someone like him or HE himself.
With a final sigh she looks up at him with a small smile "I do not know, but I want you here" her smile grew, with a shade of pink painting her cheeks. He felt himself find it cute. She looked adorable at how she was smiling now. Someone had smiled like that to him…it was a long time ago. That someone was never to return, or in a way, it was him who would never return. He bowed his head, hiding the heat about to cover his pale face.
"Natsu…" he mumbled. She heard it vaguely.
"Huh?" she tilted her head, trying to see his face, but he turns away. Before he could make his back face her, she pulled his waistcoat. Holding on to it tightly.
"Natsu…" he repeated "My Name is Natsu…Dragneel"
She smiled as he had introduced himself, but still had wondered what made him turn away from her, but the thought left her completely "Lucy, My name is Lucy Heartfilia"
OK, on to other stories… hope you like it! I wasn't planning to have Lucy confess bout why she was mean, but I lost my copy so I had to redo this chap….sorry, well please Review!
