Disclaimer— I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United Fandoms of Fanfiction. And to the lawyers for which law stands: one franchise, I'm under oath with a lack of invisibility...with...wait—okay, I don't own Fairy Tail or any of the characters included in said anime-package. Please, don't sue me...

My love for you is sweet and endless

— Endlessly Sweet (lol obviously) by Tohoshinki

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Day III, 2:04am

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"Stop scratching it."

"I'm not scratching it." He scratched it.

"You're going to break the thread," Lucy warned distractedly, eyes zeroing in on a clearance rack across the aisle.

Natsu didn't complain as she grabbed his wrist and excitedly pulled him towards it. "I'm not going to break the thread," he insisted. And he didn't. But he still kept scratching it.

"You'll do something else stupid then if you keep bothering it." One hand swatted Natsu's away from his neck while the other poked and prodded at a (hideous) sparkly blue jumpsuit. "Do you want me to have to sew it all over again?"

Natsu grimaced, quickly lowering the arm that was about to reach up and scratch his neck yet again. "No thanks. I don't ever want to go through that ever again ever in my life ever."

Lucy nodded, tugging bitterly at her ear. "Likewise, you banshee."

"Oh, sorry. Didn't mean to hurt your sensitive wittle ears." Natsu sneered and Lucy ignored him as she moved onto a green (equally hideous) sweater that was two sizes too big for her. "Believe it or not, Lucy, it takes some getting used to when you start bleeding an entirely different color than what's medically appropriate."

"Uh-huh." She plucked the sweater from its hanger and stuffed it under her hoodie (Natsu's hoodie—now hers because her only outfit was soaked in red and black blood and Natsu figured he could always buy himself another one). "That's nice. Good for you."

"You did not just do that," Natsu whisper-shouted, referring to Lucy's sticky fingers. His eyes darted back and forth around the abandoned shopping mall. "Are you crazy? Stealing is bad. Put that back."

Lucy rolled her eyes and shoved a pair of pink and orange (polka-dot) jeans along with the sweater. "Natsu, what did you think I'd be doing when I convinced you to sneak in here with me? Voluntarily cleaning the place? No. I'm stealing, boohoo—crime of the century. Now shut up and help me choose an outfit. I need a bangin' one to stun Lisanna with for when she arrives."

Natsu bounced nervously on his toes, looking around for any working cameras or randomly patrolling security guards or police officers or prosecutors or guard dogs or correction officers or—he peered down at Lucy's bulging "stomach" and cringed. "Is Lisanna hosting an early Halloween party or something?"

Lucy spared him a curious glance before rummaging for more (fucking awful) clothes. A lime green turtle neck with a creepily smiling giraffe on it was next. "No," she eventually replied, "Lisanna doesn't have enough friends to invite to a party. Why do you ask?"

He wondered briefly if he should comment on her (just really fucking awful) choices of clothes or not—very briefly. "You have the worst sense in fashion I have ever seen."

"What?" Lucy spun on her heel faster than Natsu had died two days prior (a terrible terrible analogy), dropping the frilly and amateurly sequined shirt she'd just picked up. "I dare you to say that to my face."

Natsu didn't hesitate for a moment. "It's really bad, Lucy. You would make a designer's ancestors cry."

He'd expected her to instantly blow up and shank him with a hanger. Maybe gouge his eyeballs out with her fangs and sell his organs on the black market...but she didn't, and Natsu was visibly surprised when Lucy simply slouched over and released a long, dramatic sigh instead. "I know," she groaned, "it's why Mira had to dress me for my blind date. I suck at all this," she gestured towards her lump of stolen goods, "shopping mumbo jumbo. It's so hard."

"Uh, it's not that hard," he uttered flatly. Lucy glared at him. "It's not. All you have to do is actually try and find good looking clothes. What you have is a pile of rainbow garbage."

"I thought they looked nice."

"No, you didn't think at all." Natsu whacked Lucy's torso, effectively dumping all of the (ugly just so ugly ew) clothes onto the floor. "You're stealing all of the tacky ones. If you're going to rob a store, at least take what's valuable. The clearance rack? Really? You brought me outside at two in the morning for this bullshit?"

"No one will ever notice these are gone," she weakly defended and Natsu rolled his eyes at her pitiful pout and muttered a how considerate of you. "Besides, I left my wallet at home and it's not like I can shop in the daytime. Not until I get more sunblock anyways. My skin gets really itchy whenever I'm in the sun and I hate having itchy skin."

"Itchy skin? You get itchy skin when you stand in sunlight?"

"And toasted roots, hence I dye my hair so often."

"But...I thought vampires get all glittery when they're out in the sun. Or turn to dust." He backed away when she hissed angrily at him, eyes flashing red. "Okay, woops. Guess that's wrong. Did I strike a nerve there?"

"You most certainly did. You humans and your fucked up imaginations. Would you like it if vampires made crappy movies about you guys with all the wrong facts? The wrongest of the wrong facts?!" Her lips twisted into a scowl. "Glitter. Dust. I want to murder all of you."

"Well, you've got one victim down. Only a godzillion more to go." Lucy didn't appreciate his twisted humor. She was too busy fuming over overrated books and movies and their obsessive fanbases who gobbled up lies more than they breathed oxygen—or so she grumbled none too nicely. "Lucy, calm down. It's late...early. It's early and I have work in a few hours. Let's go home, okay? We can just buy you a decent 'legitimately bangin' outfit' online."

Lucy paused in her cursing of wild prepubescent teenagers and blinked up at him. Natsu smiled. "On what line?" And then he frowned.

"Online..." he said slowly, "as in, on the internet." Lucy shook her head. "The world wide web?" She squinted. "You're kidding me."

"I am kidding no one. I have no idea what you're talking about."

"How can you know how to work my DVD player but not know what the internet is?"

"My roommate has a DVD player," Lucy answered simply and appeared genuinely confused when Natsu continued to gawk at her. "Is she...not supposed to?"

"Hasn't any of the movies you've watched have the internet in them...or something related to it?!"

"All the movies my roommate has are from the seventies. She said that's when movies were actually original and refused to let me watch anything else," Lucy supplied, and grinned as she asked, "have you ever seen—"

Natsu cut her off with a wave. "Does she at least have cable?"

"A cable as in a wire?"

He smacked his forehead with a shaking palm. "She has a DVD player...but she doesn't have the internet or cable? Unbelievable! Does she even have a computer?"

"...a w-what?"

The world was ending. "Lucy, have you been living under a rock for the last twenty years?" Natsu asked incredulously. He wanted to shake the modern into her.

"No, I've been living in an apartment. What, am I missing something important here?"

The pink-haired zombie practically broke his arm reaching for Lucy's hand. He grabbed it, fingers hurriedly lacing with hers, before yanking her out of the store. "You're missing something beyond important, Lucy. Beyoooond important. Where's the computer section in this mall? I need to save you."

"Save me?"

"Save you."

"I thought you wanted to go home!" Lucy argued over Natsu's loud footsteps. For someone wearing old blue cat slippers, he sure knew how to make some noise. "You said you have work. I mean, not that I actually care about you or your job, but still." She yelped as he abruptly turned a corner and led her into the leisure section of the mall.

"Good, a map-directory-thing," he said, "now I can show you the light. Let's see...Technology Town...section 4A, huh? That's over there." He jabbed a thumb to their left.

Lucy exhaled as they began walking again (though it was more like Natsu stampeding through floors like a madman and Lucy stumbling behind him). "Natsu, is this really necessary?"

"Yes."

"I don't think it is. What kind of name is internet anyways? In what net are they talking about?"

"Too many words to explain. Just know it's worth it."

"But is it so amazing that I have to see what it is now?"

Natsu remembered asking that same question himself about going shopping well past closing time (like a couple of lunatics high off of bath salts, he'd complained). He also remembered being cut off by Lucy with a curt, "yes. That's all you need to know—just yes," and so he took the opportunity now to snarkily reply in the same way.

Lucy didn't find that funny.

So she tripped him into a display car.

And after getting lost thrice and a half times because Natsu sucked at reading signs (4A actually said A4, and left was actually right, and Technology Town was a repair shop, not a computer shop), the duo finally found the haven they were looking for. Lucy snorted at the sight of all the miniature televisions with glossy screens and buttons. What kind of circus...

"This looks fun," she observed dully and Natsu squealed in agreement. "Where is the internet? I want to get this over with."

Natsu let go of her, skipping over to a display computer and turning it on. Lucy peeked behind his shoulder, eyes widening when she saw a whirl of shapes and colors loading onto the screen. "What did you just do?"

"I turned it on."

"It's like my phone. And my DVD player...but not. It's more fancy. Do it again."

"Later, later," he assured and clicked onto the desktop. Lucy's breathy ooo's and aaah's hit the back of his neck and Natsu felt a chill run down his spine at the feel of it all. But wait. Now wasn't the time to think about that. It was the time of enlightenment! He all but abused the mouse-pad, clicking repeatedly on an icon (a rather persistent number of times) before shouting "at last" when a window finally popped up with a boop. He spread his arms out wide. "This here, Lucy, is the internet!"

She gazed at the large screen in wonder. "Woooah. What does it do?"

"Everything."

"Does it drink blood?"

"No."

"Does it itch in the sun?"

"...no."

"Does it have a boyfriend?"

"No," he replied and Lucy opened her mouth to speak again. "No, it doesn't dye its hair either." She smugly closed it.

"Then it doesn't do everything. This is dumb. It's just a box with words. How is this as amazing as you made it out to be?"

"It...it does everything but those stuffs, okay?" Natsu snapped frustratedly. Lucy stared at him in disbelief. But not the shocked kind of disbelief. It was the literal I don't believe you or your lies kind of disbelief. His jaw clenched and her eyebrow quirked challengingly. "Just watch. Watch, watch, watch. I'll show you. It'll be much easier to show you."

He clicked a few more buttons, typed a few letters (Lucy silently admitted that watching this giant phone thing respond to Natsu's actions as if it were a...giant phone was somewhat fascinating) before finally, the screen changed from a box with words to an even bigger box with even more words. And they were all blue and underlined! "What is that?!"

"A Koogle search. If I want to know something, I Koogle it and I learn all I need to learn," Natsu said proudly, relishing in all of Lucy's attention (even though it wasn't exactly directed at him). He smirked when she leaned against his shoulder, mouth agape.

"So the internet is a mystical all seeing eye?"

He shrugged, hands roaming over the mouse-pad again. "Okay yeah, sure. Let's go with that."

"But aren't those a tad too dangerous?"

"Um, probably. But it's still fucking awesome. Look at this." He pointed at the screen, and on it, were at least a hundred (well-taken, beautiful, model-like, gosh he was just so handsome) pictures of Natsu Dragneel, son of the CEO and founder of Ryuu Inc. and—

"...heir to the business world throne," Lucy read off of the search bar and gasped when she recognized the man in the photos. She pointed at him. "You!"

Natsu flipped his hair. "Me."

"So you are the Dragneel kid!" Lucy drawled and punched Natsu in his side. "You weren't named after him, you are him. Why didn't you tell me?"

"I thought it was obvious."

Lucy kept punching his spleen and his kidneys, giggling because she was dating an apparent celebrity who was rich and just really really rich with money and other rich things.

"How did the internet find you?"

"It's an all seeing eye, remember?" Natsu wanted to laugh at Lucy's completely awestruck expression. "The internet knows everyone."

"Does it know me?"

Natsu typed her name in and surprisingly (because Lucy was way too pretty to not be noticed by every living and breathing specimen in the world—or so he believed but would never admit to believing) not a single picture of her popped up. There were only pictures of some old house and an equally old lady with seven missing teeth. "Um...no."

"Does it know Erza?"

"Who?"

"My roommate." Right.

Natsu typed her name in too (and her last name which Lucy later said was Scarlet). "Is your roommate a man?" She shook her head furiously at that. "Then no."

"Then the internet doesn't know everyone."

"But it still knows a lot," Natsu growled. He slammed the computer shut, wincing because it looked expensive but then shrugging because he was probably worth more. "You've ruined my mood. I want to go home now."

"Hey, no no no!" The brunette hollered and her voice echoed throughout the barren mall as Natsu tried pulling her back to the parking lot where his car waited (yes, they really did have the nerve to use the mall's parking lot while trespassing). "I want to see more of the internet! You said you would save me! I'm not saved yet, I want to see more!"

Natsu looked down at his watch, expertly blocking out Lucy's incessant whining. "It's almost four in the morning. The mall is probably going to open up soon and workers are going to start checking in. We need to leave."

"That's a stupid excuse! I've been here before. This mall is empty all the way until seven."

"I still have work."

"Yeah?" Lucy stopped walking too suddenly for him to notice and nearly tripped Natsu into that same display car again. "At what time?" She propped her free hand on her hip.

"In ten minutes," he lied.

"That's plenty of time." Before Natsu could react, Lucy was walking again (jogging, more like it) and Natsu stubbed his toe against the display car's tire. She took the lead this time, weaving him through stores and potted plants and wet floor signs until they finally reached their destination. The closed off section of the mall was dark; there were no safety lights turned on like in the others. Natsu could barely make out the yellow strips of under construction do not enter or you will die caution tape.

"Let's watch a movie."

Natsu scoffed and turned around. "No."

Lucy twirled him back towards her. "Yes."

"It's bad enough you almost stole clothes—"

"Almost," Lucy emphasized.

"—but now you want to steal a movie too? You wouldn't steal a car. You wouldn't steal a grandma's purse. You wouldn't steal a baby, Lucy."

"You stole the internet."

Natsu sputtered, "yeah but for like five minutes."

"That's still stealing," she huffed and gripped his arm tightly (probably so he wouldn't run). "Stealing some more won't make much of a difference, right? Besides, I like to think of this more as...permanently borrowing."

"You are a terrible person."

"And I am your girlfriend."

"Contract girlfriend."

"Still your girlfriend."

Natsu muttered a few obscenities under his breath as they wandered into the seemingly safe theater. Lucy broke down the door leading to the projection room (the same way she broke down Natsu's bathroom door—shit, he still needed to get that fixed) and grew adorably excited when she saw all of the films of the forty year old movies she recognized.

"This is the movie I was going to ask if you saw," she said happily as she pushed the circular thing into his face. On an old piece of duct tape plastered to its front, it read: Willy Wonka & the Chocolate Factory. "This is my all-time favorite movie. Erza said the remake burned her skin off but it couldn't have been that bad, especially since this one, the original, is so good."

"I haven't seen this movie since I was a fetus."

"Which is why we should watch it right now!" She squealed and prepared the film, starting up the dusty, ancient-looking projector with skill Natsu honestly didn't want to know the origin of.

"You must do this often," he observed and Lucy gave him a sheepish twitch of a smile. "You're such a criminal."

"Hey," she admonished, "you're only a criminal if you get caught. In all my years on this earth, I have yet to be arrested. I'm too stealthy for something as embarrassing as that."

Natsu hummed, watching as Lucy gave the projector a firm kick before it whirred to life and blared a light bright enough to tickle his retinas. "That reminds me...how old are you exactly?"

They exited the cramped and moldy room, making their way down the carpeted theater aisle as the opening to the movie began to play. "Uh." Lucy awkwardly looked around. "I kind of forgot. My memory is pretty poor, remember?"

He thought back to the day they had first met (his mind skipped over all of the gruesome and bloody and super gross bits) and Natsu mouthed an "oh" in realization when he recalled Lucy's brief confession. "Then you must be really old."

"Not old. Just...non-young." It was a lame correction and Lucy knew that, but as she plopped down into a nearby seat, she still pretended it sounded as politically correct as any other politically correct answer would. "I died when I was nineteen, if that helps."

Natsu sat down beside her, an arm draping across the back of her chair. "Mind if I ask how?"

"Uh..." Lucy looked lost for a second, and the flickering scenes from the movie glowed across her face, making her pursed lips and wrinkled nose even more apparent. "Something with...a museum. Everyone had said it was haunted and um...I think one of my friends accidentally summoned the vampire that changed me. It's all kind of fuzzy, but I remember everything turning red and then I did something...bad to my...my—oh my god, this is my favorite part!" Out of nowhere, Lucy burst into song, voice bubbly and warm as she sang along to the movie's blaring background music.

Natsu stared at her as if she grew three heads. "What kind of storyteller are you? I was getting interested."

"Too bad. I'm more interested in this," Lucy said and pointed at the screen where some kid was running down some street with some random ticket in his hand. "So so interesting."

Natsu groaned childishly, sinking down low in his seat as he turned his focus onto the movie Lucy seemed to cherish more than him. Not that he was bothered by that or anything. "Tell me when this is over. I'm going to take a nap."

"Zombies don't sleep, silly."

"Oh yeah? You've never even met another zombie, how would you know?"

"It's in the handbook."

"What handbook?"

"The handbook."

"That vague answer again," Natsu sighed as he closed his eyes. His head lolled to the side and rested on Lucy's shoulder. "Whatever. Good night. Or morning. Have fun with your little chocolate-eating orphan boy."

"Will do."

Natsu couldn't fall asleep (most likely because Lucy and her mystery handbook were right—though he would never say that out loud). But even if he somehow still possessed such an ability, he probably wouldn't have fallen asleep then either. Lucy's cackles and poorly smothered snickers and dorky chuckles were just too damn noisy. What could have been so fucking funny about tiny orange men and weird psychedelic tunnels? Nothing. Absolutely nothing!

But Natsu let her be. He might as well had, Lucy wouldn't live her life any differently just because he asked her to. Hell, his life had to be the one to change, not hers. A week ago, Natsu would have never thought he'd ever share his grand apartment with someone (he would have sued whoever'd even suggest such a preposterous thing). A week ago, Natsu would have never gotten himself a girlfriend ("Girlfriend?" he would've asked. "More like a gold digging liability").

But a week ago, he wasn't dead...and that small alteration kind of fucked with everything he thought his life was all about.

Yeah, dying really sucked.

Natsu internally harrumphed, casting those thoughts aside as he brought himself back to reality. For the past hour or two, he'd kept his eyelids shut and Lucy's sometimes soft (sometimes quite nice) laughter would float into his ear while her fingers habitually drew patterns into his pajama pant leg. He minded the latter a lot at first—memories of his irrational and impulsive self from yesterday kept flashing in his mind...along with Lucy's face close to his own, her light and feathery touch, and the feeling of her cold, pillowy lips, and bad bad bad thoughts stop stop stop—but after a while, he allowed her to continue her harmless ministrations without complaint.

That is, until those harmless ministrations grew into very very harmful ministrations.

"Lu...Lucy." Natsu gulped, body stiffening as the brunette vampire's fingers began crawling up his leg. "Um. T-the movie. You need to...err—"

"The movie froze. Screen turned blue and kinda burst into smoke. Think that's why the place is under construction." She tilted her head towards the front of the theater and Natsu couldn't believe he hadn't noticed it breaking. He turned back to stare at her, and she smirked knowingly at his hooded eyes and small shivers. "Now that the movie's no longer an option...you seem a lot more interesting."

Natsu didn't give a shit if he was a rebound to some movie (oh. Ow. He was a rebound. His past self would be so disappointed). He was beyond willing as he straightened in his squeaky leather chair, grabbed Lucy firmly by her waist and sat her right down on his lap. She giggled loudly (louder than she had at that bummy movie—Natsu: 1, Willy Wonka: 0) and nuzzled his neck, tongue dabbing at the bite marks she'd left there and nose brushing against the wire thread above them.

"This feels like a date," she whispered, hands traveling and sliding against every inch of his bare skin that she could find.

Natsu released a breathy laugh, fingers threading through Lucy's brown locks (now that he looked closely—really closely since Lucy was like...right there—he could make out a few strands of blonde in her roots. Ugh, fuckfuckfuck, he had a such thing for blondes). "What a screwy first date. A Dragneel should have his dates at five-star restaurants in Paris or Italy, with expensive wine and lobster. Not in some mall's dilapidated movie theater in his pajamas."

"We can't eat lobster anyways."

Oh yeah. Brains. "Please, don't remind me."

Lucy playfully rolled her reddened eyes, lips faintly brushing his as she assured, "don't worry. I'll make you forget."

And whomp, they were making out again—all teeth and tongue and moans and whimpers and wow, when did Lucy lose her hoodie?

"This is insane," he pecked her lips once, "crazy," twice "whacked," three times, "absolutely ludicrous. I don't even think the contract required us to do this."

"It does now," Lucy softly purred when Natsu toyed with the strap of her cookie monster bra (stolen from the clearance rack about three months ago). "Shit, I thought you never had a girlfriend."

"...that doesn't mean I'm inexperienced with certain things."

"You sly dog," Lucy snorted, "you're lucky I'm not a greedy person." Before Natsu could mock her with some kind of rude and mood-killing sarcastic retort, her fingertips ghosted across the taut skin above the waistband of his pants. As he sucked in a sharp intake of air, Natsu really wished he hadn't worn such an embarrassing pair of underwear that day (the typical cinematic kind of white boxers with red hearts and geewhiz, fuck his life).

"This is so unlike me," he panted, hands planted on her waist. "Why the fuck am I doing something so unsanitary in a goddamn theater?"

"Blame dying. It sort of makes you stupid."

"That explains a lot about you."

"Oh, haha. You're a comedic genius," Lucy said dryly before pushing past the elastic band and—

"Fuck!" Natsu was seeing stars. Or maybe they were Lucy's eyes.

"We should go shopping past midnight more often."

God, he wished he could say something smart. But the way—shitdamnfuckbitchmother—the way Lucy was...her hands. "Ah, y-you..."

"Would you mind if I bit you?"

You can rob a bank for all I care, just keep on doing what you're doing down below, Natsu thought, but out loud, it sounded more like a "nngh," and that was all the permission Lucy needed.

Her fangs sunk into the flesh near his collarbone, and his neck began to pulse violently while Lucy smirked past the blood flowing between her lips and his skin. "It's strange," she began once she sat up, hands still working and turning Natsu into putty beneath her, "your blood tastes much better now." She licked her lips slowly. "When you were alive, it tasted like moldy licorice. Now it almost tastes like...hot sauce?"

Natsu couldn't even try and feel creeped out by the fact that Lucy thought his zombie blood tasted like a spicy food enhancing condiment (or feel insulted that his zombie blood supposedly tasted better than his human blood). He was too busy bucking into Lucy's palm and hissing every curse word known to man into her ear.

A few sweaty and hot and oddly comfortable (considering the position) minutes later and Natsu was groaning and falling back into his chair. It creaked at the impact and not even the "stealthy" Lucy had enough time to catch herself before the theater chair went crashing onto the floor of the row behind it.

Natsu was groaning for different reasons altogether this time around. "Do you suppose this is the other reason why the place is under construction?"

"Guess so. Talk about falling from a climax." Because they were in a movie theater.

"Not funny."

"Very funny." Lucy lay contently on top of him after slipping on her tossed hoodie, pulling his pants back into place (how polite) and propping her chin on her hand (she had licked it clean and Natsu was more than ready for a round two after seeing that). She gazed down at him, face expressionless. "This is strange too..."

"What is?"

Seemingly lost in her own vampire-y world, she continued to stare at him. "This...I mean, it's so cliché."

"What is?"

"And it probably explains why I sort of just gave you a random handjob."

"Goddammit, woman. Would you just say what you're—"

"Three days."

Natsu's brows furrowed. "Hm?"

"Three days..." and she lowered her head to rest against his chest, voice too low and too muffled for him to hear, "three days was all it took for me to fall in like with you."

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Day III, 5:18am

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💀 ɞ 👿 To Be Continued 👿 ʚ 💀

Author's Note: As you can all see, I suck eggs at relationship development. There is no smooth transitioning for me. I just go straight for it. So (in order to make me look less like a crap writer), I'm going to use the excuse that the only reason Natsu and Lucy are already at the twelfth tier in just three chapters is because this is purely a relationship fic. Like...there's no plot. Just some characters...doing couple stuff. And that's it. I'll also blame the lack of Natsu's zombie!brain-cells.

Moving on...let's all cheer for subtle handjobs! Yaaaay~ But, uh...now you guys see why I don't write M-rated fics...because I'm just so gosh darn awful at writing anything sexual. I tried. Lol, and I most likely failed. Sorry you guys had to read that mess up there. I couldn't help it. My Lucy-muse is freaking crazy and she just does whatever she wants and I can't stop her! If anything in this story seems out of the blue or totally random—it's my Lucy-muse. It's all my Lucy-muse just running amok!

I'm sorry.

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