I Do Not Own Fairy Tail! (I wish I did)
Natsu's POV
"WE MADE IT BACK ALIVE!" I yell. Everyone greets me like they do everyone else. But I notice a new scent among the guild. I follow the scent until I reach Gramp's office. I open the door to find a blonde beauty talking to Mirajane. "Who are you?" I question the blonde. "I can ask the same question to you." She says. "I'm Natsu, a dragon slayer." Her eyes widen at my introduction and she immediately smiles. "I'm Lucy, a fellow dragon slayer." My eyes widen and my jaw hits the floor. "FIGHT ME!" I challenge. "Why not?" She says, obviously bored. We run outside and get into our battle stances. "Ready?' We question at the same time. "GO!" My fist ignites and I charge at her, but she barely flinches. She then whispers something that surprises me. "Dragon Force." She whispers. All of a sudden a bright light appears, blinding me. When I gain my sight back, I stop in my tracks. Instead of blonde hair, she had long dark red hair and she had red dragon wings on her shoulder blades. Two horns grew out of her head and curled, much like a mountain goats'. Scales marked her face and on her neck. Fire. Was that her element? "I am an elemental dragon slayer." She says, answering my question. Before I could speak again, a hard fist collides with my face. "Fuck!" I yell, infuriated that I got distracted. "Fire Dragon's Iron Fist!" Lucy screams. And before I could realize it, I was lying on the ground. "Are you OK?" She says, worry written all over her face. "Well Shit. You sure can hit!" I say jokingly. She laughs, and I blush. "She looks cute when she laughs..." I think to myself. "Come on" she says "I know you can do better than that!" I grunt and stand up again, hearing the cheering of my guild mates as I stand. "Let's do this!" I say. Boy, do I sound cocky!
Lucy's POV
Ok, so he's a bit stronger than I anticipated. But still not strong enough to trust. When we stop fighting, we're both panting and low on magic. "Damn new girl, you can hit!" Natsu exclaims, a wide grin on his face. "So can you!" I say back, still trying to catch my breath. Once we're done panting like dogs, we go inside the guild to grab a drink. "Hehehe, I already have a pairing for those two!" Mirajane says. I blush madly and so does Natsu. Sometimes I wish I didn't have dragon hearing. "So, why did you look surprised when I introduced myself?" Natsu suddenly questions, making me snap back from my thoughts. "My dragon, Amir, told me to look for other dragon slayers. When she vanished, I thought I was the last one." I reply, fighting off tears when I mention Amir. "So did my dragon, Igneel! Natsu whisper shouts. 'Hmm... so both of the dragons said the same thing? That has to mean something.' I think to myself. I must have made weird faces, because Natsu was on the ground, laughing his ass off. "What?" I say, anxious to know what was so funny. "You make weird faces when you laugh." Natsu giggles. I roll my eyes and take a sip out of my strawberry milkshake. "Oi! Flame brain! Get your ass over here!" Someone yells in the guild. "Shut up ice for brains!" Natsu yells back. Then a raven haired teen walks up to us and puts Natsu in a headlock. "What you call me?" He questions angrily. Then he let's him go and stares at me. No and I'm serious. He full out fucking glares at me. And what he said makes me want to punch him In the face. "New girl." He says plainly. A dark aura swirls around Natsu. "Her. Name. Is. Lucy." He says between clenched teeth. I swear I saw the teen shudder, but It may be my imagination. But the teen just walks away, leaving us alone. "Who was that?" I question. "Gray. But you can call him ice fuck if you want to." He says with a smile. I laugh, not minding the stares people gave me. "Hi there!" A girl says behind me. I turn around to find a short blue haired teen. "I'm Levy, but you can call me Lev-chan." She states. I smile and so does she. "My name is Lucy. You can call me Lu-chan if you want." I say back. "Er, Lucy?" Natsu questions. I turn to look at him. "We have our first job!" He cheers, making me face palm. "Why are you so excited?" I question. But he stays quiet and beckons me to follow. I say goodbye to Levy and walk with him, not prepared for what awaits at the job.