I got my rest, I present to you the first chapter of my story! Thank you Crystal5329, GoldenRoseTanya and Nnatsuki for being the first three to review in no less than 12 hours. Thank you –bows-
Also special thanks to those who followed and faved! I have wonderful plans for this story ;) In this chapter there is mild of sexual themes and very strong language, just thought I'd warn you.
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I reached the airport and was immediately led to the back rooms where they would have people interrogated. We came up to a room with glass walls, so we could see inside. The first thing that caught my eyes was the pink hair of a man who was sitting down and looked to be arguing with an officer over a bag of energy drinks? – And boy did that officer looked pissed. Already I found this scene to be funny, but I held in my laughs. The man who escorted me here gave me a passport with a picture of the pink-haired man inside. I saw the name Natsu Dragneel and looked back to the room.
"You sure this is Natsu Dragneel?"
He nodded. "Get him off our hands before we lock him up" he looked upset too. Is Dragneel causing that much trouble for them?
As I was about to reach for the knob I felt a hand rest on my shoulder and turn back.
"Without the cans. He can't bring in the cans. We have a… how should you say? A zero tolerance policy for liquids"
I giggled a bit. I'm sure it's not that bad with these cans. Getting him out of here should be no sweat. Little did I know I would soon be proven wrong? I turn the knob and pushed my way in to hear Dragneel's voice for the first time. His voice was very deep and kind of childish, but it was nothing to complain about.
"Look here…" Dragneel stood up with a can held in front of the angry officer, pointing at the label as he read some of the ingredients out loud. "It's caffeine, water and sugar in a cool label." He popped it open. "That's all it is" he drank some and offered. "Try it"
The officer crossed his arms over his hooded chest and stood firm. "It will never enter France"
"Well that's all we got here, motherfucker"
"Motherfucker?"
"Don't get you panties in a bunch just 'cause I use the 'M' word as an adjective as in when I landed at this airport I was confronted by a self-important, American-hating, frog-leg eating, snail-sucking, cock-sucking bureaucrat"
Oh shit! I was wrong.
"Cause I'd rather use that as a noun as in; this motherfucker hates Americans so much, even though we saved his country's ass in not only one World War but two, he still won't let me through with my cans!"
I don't know how much longer I can stand here and listen to this.
"So now that we're clear on how I used the 'M' word, with no disrespect to you or your official capacity as the guardian of your country's boarders" he zips up his bag and slowly slid it his way. "I'll just move on with my cans"
This pissed the officer even more. He yanked the bag from him and slammed it on the table shouting. "It will never enter France, okay?"
"Well how am I supposed to have the energy to enjoy the endless pleasures of your fine city?"
They had a staring contest for a while. I wasn't sure who was winning, but I wasn't going to wait much longer for them to find out. Where's a glass of wine when you need one?
"We can get you a few shots of espresso on the way out instead, sir" I offered.
He finally turned to me and I slightly gasp. He was hot, and I mean HOT. Those onyx eyes of his, I could really get lost in them. I hadn't noticed when he walked over to me and stared at me quizzically. He had on casual clothes; a red T-shirt with a skull on it, a black leather jacket, worn out jeans and a scarf that looked like scales. His hair looked so fluffy and strange, I had this sudden urge so just run my hand through his head. Control yourself Lucy. There's a time and place for everything. Clearing my throat I spoke out, "It's very important that you leave Customs"
"NOT with my cans!" he shouted and turned to the officer again. There they go again with the staring contest again.
"Give us a minute please?" I asked the officer.
I grabbed his arm and pull him to the farthest end of the room. "You've got a real problem with those cans"
"So it seems. I'm running late, you know this place?" he flips an orange business card to me that was written in Chinese. I could make out the name of the restaurant; 'Le Lotus des Neiges'
"Yeah, it's just a few blocks from here" I even passed it on the way coming here actually.
"I hear they make killer Chinese dishes, so why don't a just slip this guy some drugs and let's get me over there"
I couldn't believe this guy. This is one of the best operatives? And lucky me, I had to be his partner. Just my luck. "That's not how we do things here sir"
"Well that's how I do things. Why don't you call the Embassy and get me a different agent who will comply to the way I do things?"
"I'm your partner"
He stared at me from head to toe. His eyes stopped at my chest and I slightly turn on reflex. Why was he staring at them? Just when I was about to speak again he suddenly groped me, yeah you heard it, he GROPED me. Being a woman I did the only thing we do in situations like these; I screamed.
"W – What are you doing, you perv!"
I pushed away from him and covered my chest. I think my face was just as red as Ms. Scarlet's hair and that wasn't a good thing. Never have I felt so embarrassed.
"I thought they were fakes" he simply said and shrugged. "I've never seen a French woman with boobs the size of watermelons, other than Erza"
"Well were the fakes!?" I shouted angrily. Was he claiming I had breast implants or something? He smirked evilly and I didn't like that look in his eyes.
"I don't know. I might need another feel to clarify that"
"No way! Stay back!"
I hear someone clear their throat. The officer has a tiny of blush on his cheeks as he speaks, "About these cans…"
"Give us a minute"
For a moment there Dragneel looked like he just came up with an idea. "What was your name again?"
"L – Lucy"
"Well Luce, why don't you be a good girl and persuade these fuckers to let me carry my bag outta here, huh?"
"P – Persuade them how?" I asked nervously. You know that certain feeling when something stupid is about to happen to you for no reason? Yeah, I'm getting that right now.
He chuckles before grabbing my arm and doing the most shameful thing you could think to me. You know what, I don't even want to talk about it. But thanks to his evil scheme, he managed to get his bag full of cans out of there – and also caused the officers to have serious nose bleeds. They might have to go to the hospital for blood transfusions.
I'm here in my black SUV driving Dragneel to the restaurant, in silence might I add. And that's how I wanted the rest of this drive to go, but he just had to open his mouth.
"Come on, Luce. You're not still mad are you?"
I glared at him. "Not even close, I'm fucking pissed! How dare you humiliate me like that?!"
"Now calm down woman. Look if it makes you feel better, I think you were beautiful"
My face beamed red, I could feel the steam rising out of my ears. Was it from anger or from being flattered by him? I didn't know at the moment. "Sh – Shut up! Thanks to you I'll never be wed in the future. You're taking full responsibility for this!"
"Whatever you say blonde" he reached to the back seat and pulled his bag in his lap. That bag is the cause of all my misery. He pulls a can out. He won't be drinking those in this car.
"You know we could probably get that drink in any convenient store" I said as I kept my eyes locked on the road.
"I know that"
"So what's the big deal over some caffeine, water and sugar?"
"The big deal is my…" he shakes the can. I hear a clanking sound and cock my eyebrow before staring back at him. "Secret ingredient that I can't take the chance that they'd find out about" he explains as he pops open each can, revealing concealed pieces of a gun. So that's why he wasn't letting go of those cans. But why smuggle them through customs when..?
"You know I'm authorized to get you any weapon you want, right?"
He just finished putting his gun together before looking over to me. "Yeah, but not like this one. This is my personal SIG Sauer. This gun has saved my ass so many times, I can't let her go."
I laughed as he started singing to his gun, calling it "Mrs. Dragneel". I completely forgot that I was upset earlier. Maybe he wouldn't be all that bad, just maybe.
"You also know what you did back at that airport was unnecessary; cursing them out for a bunch of cans"
"Ye~ah I know. I just like to tick off those obnoxious little pricks" he grinned. "Just because they got a badge and a uniform, they think they can walk over our civilians however they please. It's about time someone put them in their place"
"And you thought it had to be you?"
"Who else was gonna put it the way I did? You think anyone else was gonna have them looking like their wives just kicked them out the house? I don't think so." He laid back in the chair and crossed his arms behind his head. A few minutes later I was pulling up on the side of the street. Finally we're here, but what are we going to do here? I pondered as I stared at the neon sign out front that read, 'Le Lotus des Neiges'.
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There will be violence in the next chapter, lots and lots of blood and, so it might take a while for me to upload again. I'm not good at writing shoot outs so yeah. See you then! I forgot to mention I don't own Fairy Tail or any of the characters. I don't even own the movie this story was inspired by.
I'm not gonna lie right, but… does this story make any sense?! I don't even know what the hell I'm writing but it sounds right though. I just hope I can keep entertaining you guys. I have the brain of a 10 year old –sits in a corner apple sipping juice- Apple juice rulez!
