Pairings: Natsu x Lucy and other wonderful surprises. Shall be revealed as we go.

Timeline: After the GMG's arc. Give or take seven years.

Warnings: None other than mild cursing, violence, sexual themes and some gore. Perhaps a wee bit of confusion.

Disclaimer: I don't own Fairy Tail

Authors Note: So I've decided (rather unconventionally) that I shall be writing two chapters of Lucy's point of view followed by two chapters of Natsu's point of view. It's not fair we only get on persons perspective on how they're dealing with their demons. Anyways, enjoy.

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Wearily, Natsu eyed his wife—that word itself still feeling foreign on his tongue—munching on a forkful of pancakes. They tasted like heaven, gooey, yet retaining their consistency, and just melted on his tongue with each bite. Although, Lucy didn't seem to be enjoying it so much.

After her memory on their walk to Mariana's house, she'd been strangely quiet. Natsu pondered over her sporadic behaviour a moment longer before digging in his meal fully. He couldn't pass up something that tasted this amazing.

"Are you hungry, boy?" Mariana's husband, Richard asked joyfully, grinning like a mad fool.

Natsu's response was a simple nod, followed by him shovelling more food down his throat into his cavernous stomach. Occasionally, he grinned, though right away he would have to wipe his mouth from the syrup that dribbled down.

Lucy giggled a rather regular pace returning to her eating. This made Natsu feel better. A warm feeling bubbled in his stomach, and he set about to finishing his food, afraid it would reappear in a grotesque manor.

"So how is the job hunt coming along?" Mariana inquired, sipping her tea from a chipped cup.

"Horrible," the pink haired man groaned, "I can't find a job anywhere." Something picked at his insides. Somehow, he never imagined himself to be jobless.

Mariana laughed, "I'm sure you'll find one." She turned to her husband, "Is the guest room set up, dear?"

"Of course, though the bathroom isn't working properly so I'm afraid they'll have to use the one down the hall," Richard said, winking at Mariana like this was some kind of joke. Natsu tilted his head, confused. What could possibly be so funny? Even Lucy appeared to have gotten the hidden joke.

Suddenly, Lucy pushed away from the table—leaving her food half picked at—smiling weakly at the elderly couple, "Excuse me, I'm not feeling terribly well. I think I'm going to turn in for the night. Mariana, could you please show me to our room?"

She nodded, getting up to lead the blonde to the guest room. Lucy left without even a parting glance in Natsu's direction. There was something she wasn't telling him and he'd be dammed if he wasn't going to try and figure it out.

However, he knew a little when it came to women and thought she needed a little time to herself. For the moment being however. He was going to weasel the answer out of her sooner or later.

"I'm going for a walk," Natsu declared, getting to his feet, leaving a clean plate, "thank you for the meal. I'll be back real soon." Richard waved him off, feigning ignorance.

Natsu strolled out the front door, only his thoughts being his true companion. The sun had long since set, leaving the darkening sky splattered with stars. His breath came out in small puffs of smoke and he buried his hands deep into his pockets.

He was… jealous of Lucy for remembering parts of their lives and not sharing it with him. Not that he'd openly admit it, but he truly was curious about his life and how he fell in love with such a difficult woman. She did have her qualities though, that almost made her feel more like a best friend than anything, but that was probably just the amnesia talking.

There was so much about his adult life he was missing. Hell, even his childhood contained gaping holes. He remembered so much as the basics in life and that his father went missing when he was roughly seven. Or was he older?

He felt hollow. The answers were locked away in his brain and he couldn't even access them. Things just didn't feel like they matched up. If his life was a puzzle, then he'd have one hell of a hard time solving it.

Natsu plunked himself underneath a tree, gazing up at the stars with sad black eyes. If he knew about his relationship with Lucy, maybe he could help her. He wouldn't feel so helpless and like he's failed her. He should just know, and maybe that's what irritates him the most. His wife is at her most vulnerable right now and he hasn't a damn clue what to do. He really must love her; there was no doubt in his mind.

But… shouldn't he be more concerned with himself than Lucy? Natsu scrubbed at his face, heaving a sigh. He hadn't the slightest idea. Natsu chuckled bitterly to himself; he must have been a fucking screw up.

Perhaps the smallest memory would give him the satisfaction of hope. That he could beat this block and fix everything. More than anything—at this moment at least—he wanted to go home, wherever that is.

Natsu closed his eyes, letting his surroundings distract him from his own musings. Birds chirped and hummed, singing a soft melody long since forgotten, the trees swaying along in a dance. The bark's texture; rough against his skin, the grass silky beneath his callous finger tips.

Back at Mariana and Richard's house, Lucy must be crying…

"We can't let it end here!"

"Okay! We'll never give up!"

Shocked, Natsu's eyes shot open, darting down to his hand. He could have sworn just a moment ago he was holding Lucy's hand in his own. She was crying for some reason, but the determination in her eyes from his brief pep talk was enough to make mountains move.

Natsu leapt up excitedly, preparing himself for what he was going to say to Lucy when he got back to Mariana's. He knew it. Buried deep within him were the memories of how he fell in love with Lucy. And if that small piece was any indication of his emotions towards the blonde, she's the love of his life.

He ran straight back to Mariana and Richard's, throwing opening the door without a second consideration of the dry wall. He paused for a moment, asking breathlessly where their room was before he was bolting up the stairs.

Natsu's heart beat was erratic and in the moment he stood behind that closed door, all he wanted to do was kiss Lucy senseless. (Where were these hormonal urges coming from?)

He forced himself to calm down—not an easy feat for someone so hyped up—and opened the door slowly. Natsu peered inside, catching sight of Lucy immediately. She wore nothing more than shorts and a tight camisole, perched on the window seat ledge. Lucy hugged her knees to her chest, facing away from him, gazing out the window in an eerie silence.

"Luce…?" he said, stepping into the room. For a moment, she neither turned nor acknowledged his presence. "I remembered something about us."

This garnered her attention. Lucy tilted her head in his direction with swollen red eyes. Natsu was correct. She had been crying the entire time she was hiding up here.

"Really?" her voice came out crackly, "what was it?"

Natsu crossed the small room in large strides, sitting uncomfortably between her knees and the wall, "Well, I think I was comforting you about something serious. But you were crying all girly like and I took your hand and cheered you up."

She let out a small laugh. Natsu took her hand—just like he had in that memory—tugging her closer. "It's okay, Lucy. You can cry if you want to."

It were as if those words broke a dam in the woman as she flung her arms around his neck and began to sob. Natsu rubbed comforting circles on her back. Tomorrow he'd ask why she was crying. Today, he'd leave it alone.

After all, he loved this woman too much to risk upsetting her further… right?

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I don't even know what to say about this chapter… I guess I liked how it turned out though I wish there was more dialogue and less of Natsu's random thought process. I figured I needed to write some of how Natsu was feeling about this whole amnesia shit, after all, he is a person with feelings. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed! Review?

~Emerald~