Ahhh it's the beginning of my favorite week, here we go!

Cobra had never really cared about what anyone had ever said to him about his personality, he knew he is an ass. Often actually even enjoyed hearing people think to worst of him. However as he was getting older and all of his friends were settling down, he was starting to realize that maybe he needed to just calm down in order to snag a great girl. It had nothing to do with Soranos latest rant against him. No way, he would never take her harsh words about a woman never wanting a poisonous ass such as himself to heart.

It didn't help that everyone had someone in his close group of friends, hell even Richard got a sweet little thing that spouted off about love as much as he did named Sherry. Kianna was off with her husband in some other country studying to be a nurse. Sorano is madly in love with a man by the name of Galasfriel, some weird pretty boy with long golden locks that she just adores. Macbeth is seeing a girl named Flare, of all the ricidulous things. She's a definite space case but Macbeth finds it incredibly cute or some shit. Racer is dating a dude by the name of Dobengal, those two idiots were made for each other. Always racing around trying to beat the other to the different destinations. Doben, we call for short doesn't even fucking talk to us half the time and yet everybody loves the fucker.

Cobra knew not only was he not a friendly guy but had an air to him the screamed 'stay the fuck away'. But dammit he had worked hard for that persona and now it's coming back to bite him in the ass. He was the king of one night stands, and the one time he tried to do something a bit different by having breakfast with a girl she all but pushed him out of the door and slammed it in his face. Oh but did she get an nasty gram for that one. Cobra was nearing 29 and fuck, did he want to just be as happy as his friends. They had come out of the damn slums together, made something of themselves together, and now everyone was settling together without him.

Damn and if that thought didn't make him grind his fucking teeth. He was a toxicologist at the local hospital, he made a great deal of money and what does he spend it on? His house full of exotic animals and deadly plants surrounding his large property. For fucks sakes he lived on a ten acre plot of land in order to seclude himself and keep the fuck away from the city and its noises. How was a man such as himself going to find someone woman who could deal with his epic per portions of bullshit.

It was all Soranos fault, 'Angel' my ass Cobra thought. Stupid Galas calling her that damn nickname in the first place. The straw that made the snake bite was her last attempt at setting him up with some girl. That girl just so happened to be Soranos little sister, which he didn't know until they actually met up for the date. Cobra should have known just like any other time it was going to end in disaster. Cobra had heard Sorano complaining about her little sisters awful dating life on many occasions, however he did not believe she was stupid enough to set the two of them up. He was wrong for once.

However trying to make Sorano complain less he pulled his big boy pants up and tried to keep his mouth shut. Luckily for him, she also was very quiet. The two of them had attempted to have a nice lunch at a birstro with a patio. Sorano of course, failed to inform Cobra that Yukino had two incredibly possessive and jealous ex boyfriends that practically stalked the girl and ruined any chance of her having a normal relationship because they crashed all her dates. So while they sat at a table under an umbrella on the patio dufus one and dweeb two came rushing in right as Yukino worked up to asking how his day was going. Cobra may have not known how this had gone down in the past for the three of them but man were they surprised when he was done with them.

First the fucktards interrupted a date he was actually trying to play part of, and two they knocked over his dish containing his favorite fucking vegan sandwich. Then not thinking they did enough they cuddled up on the poor girl, one on each side and fought over feeding her. Comepletly and totally losing his silver of patients and standing up he had slammed his hands on the table further ruining the meal as their glasses crashed to the ground. Now people were staring, there were broken dishes, and Cobra has to pay for it all. Glaring at the two idiots with the vein in his forehead pulsing he chewed them out, and in turn chewed Yukino out. Might had said the three dumbasses were made for each other and should all just get married. Finally with wishing them a fucking dandy day he stormed off.

To say he had a headache following the next three days for everyone blowing up his phone, knocking loudly on his door at all hours and even trying to find him at work would be an understatement. Shit Cobra knew he had royally fucked things up, but it didn't mean he wanted to deal with it right away. It wasn't until the next week that Sorano showed up on his door stop to hug him and thank him for in a round about way making her little sister happy. After of course he had made her cry and call Sorano to bitch about him. The trio had taken his advice he said in anger and literally went and got married. All three of them. Cobra didn't care, well at least he wouldn't have to deal with a whiny Sorano anymore so there was that.

Sitting back in his plush purple velvet chair located in his indoor garden that was on the back side of his house, he sat and contemplated the words that had been said to him within the last week. Was he defective? Yes, he could admit he is a blunt, straight forward and sometimes harsh human being but that didn't mean defective right? He chose to be that way because beating around the bush was the pansy way to fucking do things. Cobra as a person had nothing to hide or no reason to sugar coat things. Feelings are just that, feelings. They can be change, or adapt. People just need to grow a spine or some thicker skin. Wasn't his fault they were sensitive at shit.

He never liked liars, can't handle people who deceive others. Lies only lead to shitty situations. Cobra is smart, very intelligent in fact. He worked his goddamn ass off to graduate top of his class to get the lead position at the hospital. Sure he could smart off and be venomous but he earned that right. He had no time for people who won't listen to direction or try do things on their own time when someone's life could be on the line. Corba may not be friendly but he cared about human life, he did so because no one cared for him when he was on the streets. Hell no one even knew he volunteered at the elementary schools around town at science fairs and research studies. If he ever told any of his friends they'd never let him live it down. With kids though, the nasty in him calmed down.

Maybe, if he tried to approach a woman the way he approached kids. Without his normal venom, they'd give him a second look. In reality Cobra was proud of his appearance, he had a deep Carmel complexion, bright green eye, thick deep red hair, and a swimmers build. Sure he had the scar across his eye and all over his body but isn't love about looking over such aspects of a person? Petting his little garden snake Cobra continued to think about how to approach this subject.

There was one woman who had often caught his eye over the years. He had seen her all over town, but most often on Tuesday nights she sat on the third barstool in at the Night Lights Bar and Grill in town. She had honey colored hair that was always left wavy falling to her very round ass, curves in all the right places and a very pinched waist. Her honey colored hair complimented her large doe chocolate brown eyes. There was always a soft yet somber smile tugging at her very plush looking lips. She always wore a woman's pant suit, but by the time she left multiple buttons would become undone showing off her generous cleavage.

She was friendly to the bartender, a woman by the name of Mirajane. The two could talk all night long, however recently the blonde woman had shied away from attention. Something he had found odd, often times she had a brightness with her but recently now she seemed a little dulled. What could he say, Cobra is a people watcher.

Damn them he is not defective, and he will show all his supposed friends by being nice to the blonde haired woman. He could do it, there was nothing untouchable by him when he really set his mind to it! He could get her to go out with him without having those imbeciles stepping in, and all will be set right between everyone. He just needed to have them there for when she accepts.

The following weeks Cobra had kept to his usual schedule, but on Tuesday instead of sitting in the farthest back dark corner of the bar he slowly settled closer to the blonde each time. He couldn't help it, he had never tried this nice guy thing. So he did what he did best, watched her and watched other people around the bar while sipping his whisky. Some guys went about it by simply strutting over to a woman and asking them out, other simply sent a drink and hoped the female responded. But Cobras favorite has been when a idiotic guy with pink hair, like really? What full grown man has fucking pink hair? Anyways the man attempted to impress this white haired woman by doing tricks, with a beer bottle, with a shot glass, anything the dumbass who get his hands on. In reality the man failed every time, but it was like the lady was impressed by his foolishness and laughed so hard Cobra wondered if she could breathe. The two ended up leaving together.

It was a month later exactly when Cobra worked up enough courage, ahem wait decided to finally put his plan into action. That Tuesday night he took the stool two down from the blonde. She didn't even give him a second glance, okay maybe this wouldn't be easy. Even though she hadn't noticed his presence Mira definitely had.

"Cobra you're gracing is with your presence here at the bar tonaight huh? The dark corner getting a little lonely for you?" Mira asked sweetly. As if Cobra thought there was anything sweet about the question.

Although Cobra wanted to sneer at the woman, he was in hearing range of his target and couldn't be an ass. This is going to be a lot harder than he originally thought.

"Hello MiraJane, yes I decided the bar looked welcoming this evening." Cobra replied trying to sound casual.

The raising of one of Mira's delicate eyebrows made him want to wince, obviously he didn't come across as smoothly as he wished. The woman got a weird glint in her eye looking the direction of the blonde before smiling this eerie smile and going to grab a drink. Sighing Cobra loosened his purple silk tie and unbottoned his top button of his white dress shirt. Leaning on his right elbow Cobra would angle his head just slightly to peer at his companion a seat down. She sat there with her head down facing her mostly empty drink, her golden locks covering her face from his view. He saw her reach up to her face, and before she could move her hair Cobra returned his gaze forward. Right in time to see Mira place his usual on the bar, with another glance at the blonde and a tilt of her head Mira left him.

Cobra wanted to reach out, he really did. But as he sat there swirling his whisky around the glass he couldn't form any thoughts. This is why he fucking hates small talk. He didn't want to start it with, hows your day going? Or have you seen this crazy weather lately? Like what the fuck was that? If someone approached him that way he'd simply ignore them. Not worth the time of day. Before he could really sort out his thoughts Cobra heard the stool to his right be pulled out slightly. Taking a quick look over he was startled to see with platinum blonde that works down in the pediatrician department on occasion. Lia Lisa? Lina? Something along those lines, not like Cobra really fucking knew. Hell he didn't even know his own assistants name. The back of her short bob was facing him, all of her attention locked on the golden goddess.

He could hardly hear them they were talking so softly to each other, yet intensely. The music in the bar was currently the bane of Cobras exisitance, his better than average hearing not helping him a single bit over Taylor Swift. Fuck her and her trash wanna be pop music. They need to throw on some rock or something, he'd even settle for some alternative right now. Their discussion however quickly turned heated, well more like the golden blonde got heated. And did the anger in her voice definitely stir some hunger in Cobras gut, what could he say women are incredibly hot when they're angry. He was proven right when Li-whatever moved her head and he could see the full face of the other blonde. Her furrowed brows and heated eyes, slightly pink cheeks and lips pulled up in a small snarl. Gods his pants started to feel too fucking tight. He needed to know that woman's name.

It's like the gods were shining down upon him as Liss' voice rose an octave to address the other lady.

"Lucy, you can't keep doing this! You have a business to run and a lot of people depending on you. I get that you're hurt but it's been months now, you need to pick yourself up before you bring everyone else down with you."

Right as Lin left his gaze got caught by Lucy, before he could even open his mouth she was snarling at him. "What the fuck are you looking at?" Before grabbing her purse and leaving. Cobra was oddly aroused and frustrated all in the same moment. Is that how he fucking came across when someone wanted to speak to him? Even though she pretty much blew him the hell off he couldn't help but watch her fine ass storm out of the building. Maybe the gods were not shining down on him.

Hearing Mira sigh broke the spell placed on Cobra and his head swiveled to meet Mira saddened gaze.

"... Did I do something...?" He asked.

Placing her elbows on the bar Mira leaned down as if telling him an mind blowing secret.

"That was Lucy Heartphillia, CEO of Light In The Night Co. the pretty popular publishing company. Well not to tell you her whole story or anything but her father had put her in a pretty sticky situation when she was young and now it's costing her a bit of heartbreak. Plus that and the person she's married to... uhm well I mean was married to treated her pretty bad. So she just stressed and fighting to finalize her devorce. It's just breaks my heart that she gone through so much at the young age of 26."

Although hardly knowing Mira other than from the bar and being married to the owner of the bar and many other large companies Mr Dreyar Cobra could tell this was really upsetting her. "You and this Lucy are close then?" He asks. Immediately cursing himself as he sees a slight twinkle enter her evil eyes. Cobra knows Mira had the best info and gossip around town, and also a very unhealthy obsession with love.

"Look before you get any crazy idea I just feel bad for the poor woman, she always seems to sad." Once again Cobra bites his tongue for admitting to paying attention to Lucy. Luckily though Mira looks somber and in deep thought, with her finger placed against her lips. Seeing the bartender seemingly destructed Cobra saw his golden opportunity to get out of here, before the demon lady tried to get any sort of drama or information out of him.

Heading outside Cobra couldn't help but sigh. He was glad to be out of that stuffy he'll hole of a bar and looking up into the surprisingly clear night sky but inside he was pretty upset that he had made his first real attempt to get closer to this Lucy and it already backfired in his face when he didn't even get to speak to the woman. Like come the fuck on, what dieties, gods or greater beings out there did he piss the fuck off? The one time he is seriously fucking interested in someone they have to be having a shitty fucking night when he makes his first attempt to get close. Just his god damn luck. Maybe this was a sign that he is defective and should just give up on the notion of finding that one special person. Not that he really believed in that idea in the first place.

Cobra let his feet carry him away from the bar, knowing there was a large park maybe half a mile away form here. He just needed to clear his mind tonight. The streets were quiet on this Tuesday night and Cobra was incredibly content with this, because in reality he couldn't tear his eyes from the night sky. It was strangely more vibrant tonight, like the stars were shining for a specific reason.

His thoughts kept circling around this idea of finding the perfect woman for him, and the more he thought about it the more Cobra became angry with that societal norm. Who fucking cares if someone is perfect enough or not? Everyone had their fucking original, different, unique, distinguishable, uncommon traits. Be them physically, emotionally, or mentally. And if someone can't learn to love those things about you then what's the fucking point. If a woman can learn to love his weird obsession with toxic plants Cobra is sure he could learn to love that woman's weird traits. Like if she was obsessed with something like Zodiac signs or strange looking dogs, he could learn to love that about her.

Fuck why can't this shit just be easy, fuck you universe! Cobra thought as he reached towards the brilliant night sky with his prized finger pointed to it. Taking a sip from the cheap bottle of beer he grabbed before he left. Grimacing at the barley and nutty taste as it flowed along his younger. Nasty shit right there, holding up the brown bottle in his right hand. Reading the label he couldn't remember the name of. Maybe he had consumed just a bit more alcohol before he left than he thought because he had to bring the bottle incredibly close to his face in order to read it. Didn't help that is was fucking dark out, Cobra idly realized he had made it to the park as he felt the grass under his shoes.

Bringing the beer bottle down from in front of his face the fight brought him to a complete stand still. There on the little bride that crosses the stream that runs through the park was Lucy. The light from all of the stars seemed to be focused on her. It was like a scene from one of those shitty romantic comedies and that thought alone almost made him want to hurl. Or maybe it was the alcohol, either way. If he didn't have only one eye heprobably would have reached up to run at one of them to make sure this was a real moment. She was still dressed in her work attire, elbows resting on the wooden rail with her face angled towards the water. Her hair gleaming sliver in the light making it hard for Cobra to look anywhere but at her.

Standing still he watched her for a moment, simply basking at the sight. He was shaken a bit from his daze when he saw her lift her head up towards the night sky. Cobra being at the perfect distance away and angle that he could see her side profile and the tears streaming like crystals down her roses cheeks. He had never seen something so beautifully saddening before in his life. It made him want to comfort her yet at the same time not because he would want her to break in his arms. All he knew as that he couldn't just sit here while she drowned herself in sadness.

His feet had carried him long before he had really made the decision to try and make the woman feel better. Easily he crossed the few yards in between them and made his short way a crossed the bridge noticing how her eyes never left the twinkling sky. Before his brain could fanthom any real thoughts she spoke.

"You know, when you grow up being taught that you need to be perfect as soon as you do or say something that is not what everyone expects of you it's like your whole world comes crashing down around you."

Cobra wasn't sure what to make of the predicament he found himself in. Side eyeing her he couldn't tell if she was expecting someone else or honestly at the moment just didn't care who was next to her to listen to her problems. He was highly impressed and highly disturbed that she didn't even look at him when he approached. She didn't appear worried for her own safety and that brought a frown to his face, for being in the middle of a park in the middle of the large city in the middle of the night. To hell with it.

Tossing his forearms over the railing he leaned down on them starring down at the calm waters surface, watching the stars reflect on the water. He could also look slightly over to still see Lucy looking up at the sky.

"I believe..." Cobra started then tripping back the last of his beer for a little liquid encouragement. "That perfection is an overrated societal norm that makes everyone have squed and incorrect view on the world. I'm coming to learn that everyone had their own different little defective parts of them and instead of trying to change those things you should search for people who not only accept them but encourage you to be who you are and not what everyone else wants." He finished before leaning back up.

Looking over he is met by a glassy doe eyed Lucy starring at him like he had just pulled down a star and given it to her. Her mouth opened and closed multiple times and he continued to be sucked deeper and deeper into her swiriling honey and chocolate eyes. Beer bottle forgotten on the railing Cobra slowly moved closer to the woman. Barely noticing how even with heels she only came to about his chin. The chill from the evening started to fade as they moved closer to one another practically subconsciously.

Lucy tucked a lose strand on hair behind her ear while finally letting a small smile grace her face. That alone lit up her entire being, almost like the sad little woman he saw earlier was completely gone. Cobra would have believed it if her couldn't still see the tear tracks on her face.

"Hi.." She quietly greeted. "My name is Lucy." She said while reaching out a dainty hand. Putting on a more 'gentle' Cobra smirk he reached out to grab her hand. Although small and soft, and a little on the chilly side she had a firm grasp of a business woman.

"Well Lucy how would you feel about sitting here on this wonderful night and basking in everything that is imperfect about each other, together?" Cobra asks as the smirk becomes more of his normal smile and his eye crinkles softly at the corner.

Watching how the twinkling of the stars practically gets captured in her gaze and the soft smile that was once there blossoming into a full blown make your heart do weird flips and knees get wobbly smile. That was worth everything to Cobra in this very surreal moment. Lucy is now Lucy. Another step in the right direction.

As they settled down there on the bridge feet hanging out over the quiet stream, shoulders touching and smiles gracing their faces Cobra had never felt so happy being told he is defective in his life.

THE END. Not, I'm making this a real story that will be continued later after CoLu week because my plot idea is incredible and I want to continue it however I'm already behind on the days and can't lag behind because of my readers. So, my loyal readers be on the look out for a continuation of this story here soon. More than likely labeled something that has to do with Defect.

On another note... I believe I'm back... to writing anyways. I have this really aweful habbit Of getting into something and going too hard right away, then I go hard for a short amount of time and run myself out of motivation. And I mean it gets real bad, I couldn't tell you how long I went without evening opening my fanfiction app. I was behind on reading my updates and WAY behind on updating them. I know I'm disappointed in myself and disappointed in my writing lately. But good news, I'm pretty sure I'm back, well like %75 sure. Okay I'm going to try really hard to be back anyways. I just more than likely will not update multiple times a week. Maybe once or twice. So if your patient enough for that, please follow, fav and review. Lots of love! Write on!