Hey ! So here I go with chapter 2, one year later... I hope I can keep it up this time :x I'll try to write this story as I can... Thanks again for those who reviewed, I apologize for my... "not-at-all activity"... Errh, well, hope you'll enjoy ^^' !

Sorry for any language's mistake !

Disclaimer : I don't own Fairy Tail's Characters... duh...

She felt warm. One of her hand was envelopped in an unbelievably hot one, and the arm supporting her made her skin tingle in a great, pleasant way. But she wasn't really aware, right now, of that fact, as her eyes found her bared feet way too interesting for her own sanity. Lucy. This was her name, right ? Yeah, she remembered it, she couldn't have get it out of nowhere. Cute enough, she thought, even if she still didn't understand how she recalled it in the first place, she wouldn't complain.

Closing the subject, she decided to pay attention at the warm feeling the boy helping her was procuring her. Leaning more against him, she still didn't look up. Why ? She was scared, of course, after all she didn't know him, but the fear building up in her heart wasn't due to the spiky-haired boy. Strangely enough, it was quiet the contrary. The young man's presence was reassuring her more than she could have thought. With this in mind, mixed with him tightening his grip on her, she eventually raised her head up, only to find him staring right at her, searching her eyes the second she lifted them. Once he found the chocolate orbs with his onyx ones, he gave her a small but genuine smile.

"We're heading to my home" he said in with a deep voice, and then nodded towards her. "We should be able to get rid of these injuries of yours". His voice was filled with worry at this last sentence, and he turned his head to gaze into the distance.

Lucy's eyes widened, but her surprised look turned into a tiny smile, as she muttered a "thank you" while hanging her head down again, effectively missing the sparkle in the boy's eyes at the small sound of her voice.

Soon enough, they exited the village and were strolling down a dusty path, along the beach Lucy recognised as the one she woke up at. Neither of them dared to disrupt the calm atmosphere by speaking, one barely throwing a glance at the other from time to time. The sound of the waves crushing softly onto the shore was the only thing breaking into their confortable silence, as they kept on walking, until a small, modest house came into view.

"Here we are" the boy said, grinning. As soon as they reached the door, the pinkette released Lucy, much to her dismay, as the cold came striking her. He gripped the handle and turned it in a quick motion, the door cracking open. He then placed a hand on Lucy's back, pushing her lightly inside a small vestibule, and following her.

Then, before Lucy's eyes could catch more than a tiny coat rack in the corner, a big multicolored ball came crashing into her savior, making him stumble backwards and crush down onto the parquet floor with a loud "BAM".

"Oh, my Priiiince, you're finally there" she heard, the squiky sound coming from the coloured mess onto the ground, "I've waited for you for the longest time !"

"Oi, Sherry, get off of me" replied the poor boy, helpless underneath the supposed "Sherry". As the "Sherry" person stood up, Lucy could finally see that it was a young girl, probably her age, with long bright pink hair, and way too much make-up on her face for her own sake.

The blonde slowly took some steps backwards, not a single sound coming out of her bare feet connecting with the floor. Feeling shy, dizzy, and out of place, looking at the two people interacting before her eyes, she felt as if everything was in slow motion.

Why was she here ? Her eyes widened at the realization. She had been so taken aback by the rather gentle and good-looking young man giving her his attention that, in her lost state, she obediently followed him to this house. How foolish could she be ? She needed to get out. She didn't know him, for God's sake ! You don't know yourself either, a small voice nagged her into her head, and he just wanted to help.

As her back slammed painfully against the wall near the front door, the world around her seemed to go back to his former pace, and the pink-haired stranger turned his head towards her so quickly his neck could have snapped. The girl behind him widened her pretty blue eyes as she noticed Lucy's presence for what seemed like the first time since they got in.

Lucy remained flat on the wall, and as her guide walked back to her in hurry steps, she could faintly hear Sherry's disgusted voice : « Prince Natsu, who is this… peasant ? »

Ignoring the insult she supposed this was, Lucy suddenly recoiled as though she had taken a punch in the gut right here and now, and her narrowed pupils landed quickly on the man now hovering over her, eyes once again full of worry. Suddenly, her head began throbbing and she sank to her knees, hands flying up to fist in her tangled hair. Prince Natsu, Prince Natsu, Prince Natsu… The name of her savior was Natsu.

The name repeated itself in her head a billion times over, painfully familiar, and the sound just made the ache stronger. It wouldn't stop. Prince Natsu, Prince Natsu…

It became louder at each passing second, that felt like hours to her. Prince Natsu. As she shut her eyes, some flashes of white light striked into the darkness she was put in, and not being able to repress the pain, she pulled harshly on her hair with her frail hands and screamed. Her bloody shout was deafening, but didn't last long as the tight features of her face softened ans she fell into unconsciousness, her body heavily collapsing on the floor with a loud thud.

Natsu was sitting on a worn-out chair beside his couch, lifting a soaked cloth to her forehead, before sliding it gently onto her cheeks and her neck. He wringed it above of the water-filled bucket at his feet before soaking it again and repeating his ministrations.

The girl lying, asleep, before him had droplets of sweat gleaming on her pale face, and her features contracted as though she was having a nightmare.

He sighs softly, falling back in his seat. He didn't mean any harm, the girl just looked so damn lost, and he couldn't think of another place to take her to than his own, so that she could clean herself up, and perhaps he would have been able to help her go back where she belonged afterwards.

Then again, he wasn't expecting Sherry to show her painted face there.

When the blonde lying on his couch had fainted, he had went through a moment of panic, unsure of what to do, before yelling at the pink-haired girl to get out of his house, which she had done immediately, not wanting to be involved in the apparent mess the situation seemed to be. Natsu had taken the uncounscious girl in his arms, ever so gently, walking across the hall as though he was standing on a frozen lake, going into the next room which was the living room, and putting her on the green, small, but soft sofa. This had been an hour ago, and here he was, the girl still having her eyes closed and him still trying to get rid of her uneasiness.

He paused, letting the cloth fall from his hands and into the bucket, trailing his eyes down her facial features. Lucy. She said it was her name. It was somewhat familiar, but he couldn't remember from where he knew this name. Maybe he didn't. Looking at her sleeping face, a crease beetwing her eyebrows, a soft, irregular breath coming past her slightly parted lips, he didn't know anymore.

n spite of her durt-stained skin and her messy - really messy - hair, she was beautiful. Her lips were plump and colored in a soft pink, her skin was pale with light red dusting her cheeks underneath the mug, her nose was button-like, and Natsu would be damned if he didn't get to see her big eyes in the following thirty minutes.

Open your eyes.

What had happened to her ? The scream that preceded her faint was heart-breaking, seeming to hold so much pain, he couldn't shake it off his mind. And why was he finding himself feeling so worried about her ? Well, anyone would be worried if they stood in front of a young and frail woman breaking in a shout so aweful before falling limp onto the floor.

But the way his heart stirred when he thought about the scene that had displayed earlier made him wonder... Just who was she...This Lucy girl...

Open your eyes... please...

Just as he prayed for it once again, his eyes caught sight of a movement. Lucy's eyebrows furrowed a little more before the eyelashes brushing her cheeks lifted along with her eyelids, her chesnut eyes revealing themselves ever so slowly, granting Natsu's wish.

A painful, short, turn of the head, and her orbs met his.