"Sting! I'll get you!" Little Lucy says.

"Oh, ye? Cwatch mwe first!" Little Sting says.

The truth is... Little Lucy was only walking, giving Little Sting a chance yet, she still was catching up. She was eight and Sting was two and a half.

"Now, now, be careful." Layla says, warning them, smiling.

"Caught you!" Little Lucy says, catching Little Sting and carrying him.

"Luchy?" Little Sting asked, thumb sucking.

"Hm?" Little Lucy asked, patting his back while smiling.

"I love you..." he says, falling asleep.

"I love you, too, Sting. More than you'll ever know..." Little Lucy says, shaking him a little.

"Mamma?" Little Lucy asked.

"Yes, my dear?"

"Can I put Sting in his room?" Little Lucy asked.

Layla nodded, smiling. As she watch her daughter disappear slowly from her sight, she smiled, drinking her tea. "Soon, Sting will be older than you, Lucy..."

Little Lucy heard that, somehow. She smiled. "I look forward to that."

She opened Sting's door. He was staying with them because her parents were close to his, who passed away, recently.

She laid him down on his bed. He thrashed around the bed then raised his arms towards her.

"Up!" he said, cheerfully.

Little Lucy giggle before carrying him again. She hummed a lullaby.

Little Sting fell asleep. Little Lucy smiled softly, laying him down the bed.

"Side, please?" he murmured.

Little Lucy grinned. Her thoughts exactly.

Little Lucy slept beside him, putting her arms around him.

"Night." Little Lucy murmured, nuzzling her nose with his little one.

"M'Night." Little Sting grumbled out, smiling.

Both fell asleep, not caring it was still three p.m and Lucy's parents where watching them.

Nope, they did not care at all.

Not at all...


"Up!" a three-year-old Sting says.

"No." a nine-year-old Lucy says.

"Up, please?"

"Nope!" Little Lucy says, sticking out a tongue on him.

"Please?"

"No, you're too big!" Little Lucy argues.

Silence...

"Please?" Little Sting says, out of no where.

Little Lucy stood up, running out of the room.

Little Sting was confused... Did he do something wrong? What was it? He just wanted her to carry him, right? Why was she upset?

Little Sting stood up, and went to Lucy's parents, who were chatting happily.

"Oh, hi Sting!" Layla says. Jude smiled at him.

"Uh... I think Lucy is mad... What will I do?" Sting asked.

"Well, you should—"

"No, honey. Let him figure it out." Layla says, smiling.

Jude chuckled and says, "Well, you heard the lady. A little tip for you. Lucy likes honest people."

"Jude!"

"Sorry." Jude says as the two went back to their talking.

Little Sting was wondering... Hm...What would his Lucy like?

A bright idea suddenly encountered him, making him grin.

Knocking at her door, he heard her say come in, which he did.

"Lucy, I'm sorry! Whatever I've done, forgive me please!" Little Sting says.

Little Lucy ignored him.

"Lucy?" he asked.

After some complains, she finally managed to look at him, shocked at his appearance. His sleeves were burned, his shirt was filled with icing.

"I—I'm sorry, Lucy!" Little Sting says, blushing as he give Little Lucy his gifts.

Little Lucy smiled. "No, it was my fault. You did not do anything wrong. It's that... A thought came into my brain that you'll get older. Then, you'll hate me. Then, you'll ignore me... Then... Then..." Little Lucy trailed off.

Little Sting grinned, giving her the flowers. He watched as Lucy stands up and puts it in the vase.

Little Sting gave her the bracelet too. She tackled him into a hug.

"Here... Chocolate Cake. Want some?" Little Sting asked.

Little Lucy grinned, opening the box to see the writing...

'I'm sory, Lucy! Forgive me? I love yuo!
-Sting'

Little Lucy giggled at the incorrect spellings. She got a fork and ate a piece.

"Yummy!" Little Lucy says.

"May I have?" Little Sting asks.

Little Lucy smiled softly before getting a piece using her fork and feeding Sting.

Little Lucy fed herself and Little Sting the cake that he made.

Their 'indirect kiss' was finished after half an hour or so..

Little Lucy hugged Little Sting.

"Thank you, Sting." she said smiling.

Both of them did not know that they were the happiness of the manor.


Lucy was ten contrary to Sting who was four.

"Lucy?"

"Hm?"

"I love you."

Lucy smiled. "I love you too, Stingy."

"Lucy promise me one day."

Lucy raised an eyebrow.

"Promise me one day, I'll be your husband."

"And I'll be you wife so wait, okay?" Lucy says, grinning.

Sting nodded.

"One day... Till you wait," he murmured.


Lucy was still ten, almost eleven, while Sting was five when Lucy's mother, Layla, died.

She cried with Sting for the straight two weeks but when she found his letter, her heart broke.

'Dear Lucy,

I'm so sorry I have to leave you but I need to. Thank you for the every year, months, weeks, days, nights, hours, seconds of our time. I truly cherish it. I am going home. I feel left out every time I'm there, so I left. I'm truly sorry for leaving you. I hope you'll be fine without me. Bye.

-Sting'

Lucy couldn't believe it. He left... The only person she has, besides the Heartfilia householders, left. Curling up to a ball, she cried.

If he did treasure it, why did he have to leave?! Isn't this his home?

She chuckled depressingly, how could she be fine without him?

How about every single wish they made? Does it still matter to him?

She knows, he will return and soon, they will just laugh it off.

But boy, was she wrong by that.


Pretty soon, days turned into weeks. Weeks turned into months. And months turning into years. Her hope for him was slowly disappearing.

He didn't return for her. She knows. The fact that he is completely fine without her, hurts. The idea, or fact, hurts too much...

The wishes they made don't even matter to him. The only question was... Does
she still matter to him?

She was afraid of the answer, even though she knows the truth... She still doesn't accept the truth even though seven whole years has passed.

She had decided. If this wasn't his home, then this wasn't her home either. She was leaving.

She was going to Fairy Tail. And no one was going to stop her, not even her father who never cared about her at all!


Lucy woke up to see she was on the train.

Smiling, she recognized that dream.

That very dream was her memory.


And that, my friends, is their past! XD

I can't believe I managed to write FOUR CHAPTERS, (each more that a thousand) in TWO DAYS! I broke my record! YEY! Actually, this idea of updating the story was a late changes. I did this for a hour. -.- With a lot of deleted stuffs and added stuffs, I survived! XD

Hope you like this chapter, enjoy! Bye!