Lucy though that all the gods must have hated her. Or probably they were laughing at her suffering. Her life must seem quite amusing, filled with hurdle after hurdle. She had prayed that her fiancé wouldn't be a short, perverted, balding old man, but she should have known better than anyone else that despite her 'Lucky' namesake, she was hardly ever that. It was the opposite, she was just 'Lucky' fallen apart.

The man, she was not yet certain whether he was her fiancé or not but most likely he was (why else would he be greeting her like this) was not just short but a midget, scarcely reaching Lucy's waist; he wasn't just bald, he had a clean, shiny patch of skin that was framed by tufts of unruly white hair and he most certainly had a lecherous gleam in his eyes as he eyed Lucy's ample bosom. Not to mention the fact that he had a thick, twirly moustache. Talk about completed opposite of Lucy's wishes.

Just perfect. Lucy suppressed a sigh.

Minerva had left promptly after dropping Lucy off, much to her disappointment. Only the coach that was trailing behind theirs, carrying Lucy's belongings, remained for a short while and even that left shortly after her things were whisked up to her new quarters leaving, Lucy with nothing familiar to hang on to.

The man cast a lewd smile at Lucy that had her shuddering. He was raping her with his eyes. She mentally sobbed, how much more could she bear?

"Oi, old man, stop looking at my woman like that," an annoyed but devilishly alluring voice sounded, startling Lucy from her pity party. Her heart fluttered of its own accord. Surely anyone with a voice that seductive was more than handsome.

And did he says 'his woman?' This meant that that perverted old geezer wasn't her fiancé, but rather the owner of that salacious voice. Lucy felt like swooning already.

Lucy immediately halted at that thought. Swooning…her? She was supposed to hate this man. He was stealing away her childhood! Lucy hurriedly scraped together the scraps of her innocence that hadn't been thoroughly ravaged by that voice and recomposed herself to meet her real fiancé. Not this perverted old man. She almost gave him a scathing look of reprieve, one she had thoroughly inherited from Minerva, but decided against it.

Another time…

Lucy turned as elegantly as possible, only to garner his favour for my later plans, not because I'm interested in him or anything, and was met with one of the most impetuous sights of her existence. She could not believe her eyes. This man had to be joking. Lucy narrowed her eyes slightly but otherwise kept her façade of nonchalance believable.

The man was probably a specimen of the Greek Gods. Surely such a build was celestial, those shoulders, that towering height, those haughty eyes and that confident smirk that belied an awarness of his very high self worth. Lucy felt her distaste grew. She had read about this type of man in the few romance novels she found around the house (the books weren't really interesting she just used them to pass time). A cliché; the most handsome guy with a shadowy past in need of love to heal his emotional wounds, using his overwhelming confidence as a front to hide his aching heart. As if…and those vapid heroines thinking that all of a sudden they have what it takes. How naïve.

Lucy wasn't cynical, she had never experienced anything related to romance (aside from the one escapade with that stunning young landscaper which quite regrettably only resulted in a kiss) so it wasn't out of any past experiences that she disliked that type of man; she was a realist. That was a fairy tale made to help women (educated enough to read) escape from their own personal hellish experiences with men.

But this man was so full of himself, Lucy wanted to smack him with reason above and beyond his mere 'type'. He had the audacity to come meet his fiancée with two bimbos on his arms, both of them smiling coyly at her, baiting her. She would not give them the pleasure.

"'Your woman?' And who would that be?"

Now Lucy had the chance to unleash her scathing glare to her real fiancé who deserved it so much more than the old man (who seemed like a fiancé from heaven compared to this cocky pig). His smirk only widened.

"A feisty one this time eh," he continued as if she weren't there. Lucy gritted her teeth. This infuriating bastard, he was a textbook backwater aristocrat man, pretentious and privileged as if the world owed him everything and women were just clothes to switch. He sickened Lucy already and they barely exchanged a few words. She knew that she wouldn't be staying there very long.

"Is that all you have to say, Laxus Dreyar?" Lucy queried proudly, "I would so like to retire to my quarters than be in your chauvinistic presence any longer."

Laxus' eyebrow quirked as if slightly impressed. He slithered from the grasp of the two airheads who pouted childishly at the loss, and sauntered over to Lucy. He stopped a few paces away from her then reached up and tilted her face to him with a finger beneath her chin. Lucy was shaken just by the sheer size of him that seemed to tower over her and blot out her very presence. He was a daunting person to behold.

His intense amber* eyes raked over her body, taking in her ample bosom, llightly quivering bottom lip and fierce mocha eyes.

"You're cute. Now if only we could keep your mouth shut," he pressed his thumb against Lucy's lips, smudging the light gloss. She glowered at him and pulled herself away, jaw tight and mouth clenched in displeasure.

"Mr. Dreyar, I would like it if you kept your wandering appendages to yourself," Lucy responded coldly. Her back was rigid and stance entirely defensive in case he tried to do something else. This final rebuff obviously did something to him, because in an instant his smoldering gaze froze over in displeasure.

"Maid," Laxus growled out to a servant waiting nearby, "See to it that my fiancée reaches our quarters." he threw Lucy a slightly vindictive look that screamed 'let's see you react to that' then he stalked away, leaving behind both his bimbos and a chilled silence.


*Laxus has orange eyes as per the manga in this fic. Anyway, I'm sorry for taking so Iong to update. There wasn't much development, but hope you guys enjoy it.

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