It's been awhile! Good news: I have a new One Piece story up, called Intense Emotions! Please see it! Onegai! Sorry I haven't updated in so long, I sowwy. Please read my other fanfic for make-up. Hope you like this story! Lots of things to happen this chappy! (Sorry for grammar and spelling mistakes if any)

Lucy: Guys, I'm sorry! I just have to see him!

Natsu: WHO. WHO I SAY. IF HE DOESNT WANT A FOOT UP HIS REAR END HE'D BETTER LEAVE YOU ALONE IF HE KNEW WHAT WAS BEST FOR HIM.

Lucy: *faceground*

In a dark and depressing corner of the world, where no winds blow and plants die, there sat a black haired king. Surrounded by an aura darker than night, he stares, bored, into the everlasting darkness which pooled around him.

Tilting his head back, he yawns and scratches his hair. A maid enters from his left, and he lays one eye on the young woman. His maids come at random; his darkness kills poor ships at sea, drowning the crew and ship minus the women. He keeps them for a little bit, then lets them go once replacements come in.

Eyeing the girl warily, he sighs. It was almost time for this one to be replaced. The woman had straight, light green hair, styled in a pixie cut. She wore a standard black and white maid outfit, complete with the frills, apron, headpiece, thigh length socks, and black dress shoes. Her eyes are what bothered him the most. Dark brown eyes flashed with indiscernible emotions. The king had never really liked the fact that the woman was able to hide her true emotions from him. He was never able to tell what she was thinking. Narrowing his eyes, he gestures for her to speak.

"Master, I hear a girl has been calling for you around Magnoila," she says after bowing slightly. The young man's ears perk ? Girl? Maintaining his disinterested countenance, he causally asks the name of the female.

"Master, the girl's name is Lucy Heartfilia," the maid says, tugging at her short, black skirt. "She is a celestial wizard of the guild Fairy Tail."

A look of surprise quickly found the king's face, but then passed just as quickly. So the same guild he's in? Waving a hand to her, the dark haired teen gave his orders:

"Guide her here."

The maid's eyes lit up for a moment, the possibility of being freed being too much for her. "Y- yes! Right away, Master!"

Lucy POV:

I push off in the small boat. Thankful for the gentle waves helping me along, I put all of my strength into rowing. Nothing but sea stretches out before me, and I panicked a little. But according to the map that I got from Fairy Tail, I should be arriving at a nearby island in about 15 minutes. Sighing, I continue to row in a straight line. The wind was pretty warm as it blew against my dark hood. A particularly strong gust of wind blew against the boat, disrupting the peace of the waves. My heart hammers in my chest, and a sickly feeling rapidly grows within me. A large sound pops behind me, and water sprays everywhere. I get soaked, my bag gets soaked, and the boat, well, practically gets filled with water.

Many, MANY tick marks appear on my forehead. I turn around slowly, my anger materializing around me, positioning my leg to give the nearest object a swift Lucy kick to the chin. What I wasn't expecting was a flying maid looking at me with glee. Her face looked like she was trying to compress it though, since she was failing miserably. I blink once. I shake my head.

This...this is a dream. Yes. I will close my eyes, breathe in a breath of air, and the...woman...will be gone. Alright.

One.

"Hello?" Asks the lady.

I focus harder. Two.

"Hey, can you hear me?"

Three. I am sweating at this point.

"Oi, lady, you'd better answer before I get ticked," she says with a low voice.

Snapping open my eyes at last, I turn and see the woman with her tiny hands on her wide hips, glaring holes into my skull. I shiver. Something about this...maid-like woman...made her want to run as far away as possible. Hopefully to a candy store, where they sell the swirled peppermint that seemed to melt right in your mouth..!

A hard smack against the side of the already unstable boat shakes me from my dreaming. I turn towards the maid-woman, and, as I feared, she is peeved. "You. You've been going around town thinking of my Master's name, haven't you?"

I furrow my eyebrows in confusion. "Master?"

Folding her arms, she tsks at me disdainfully. I look at her likewise. What was with this creepy chick?

"You know, Master!" She says, exasperated. "Who have you been thinking of this whole time?"

Oh.

Realization kicks in from what she says. A tiny ray of hope glimmers in the distance. "Wait, wait, wait," I say, holding my hands up. "Do you know where he is?"

"Duh, I work under him."

"Could you possibly take me there?!" I ask enthusiastically. "I really want to...really want to meet him."

An emotion I cannot name flashes across her features. "That's funny. Master wants to meet you ever so dearly also." The smile that stretches across her face is a complete 180 of her earlier attitude. Narrowing my eyes at her change, I shudder in the cool breeze. Why can't I shake his feeling of regret?

"Wish to meet him?"

Snapping from my distracted mind (who was now throwing questions left and right about the woman), I smiled in return.

"Of course," I breathe after a beat. "What could go wrong?"

The woman carries me and my bags on her back as she flies off into the air. Little did I know, things could very well get worse. The smirk I thought I had imagined on her face verified this.

...

Natsu's POV:

Stupid Mirajane and her stupid ideas. Stupid Lucy with her stupid crush. It was all going around and around in my head like a broken record. I could honestly care less about her freaking crush. Like I care...why did Mirajane tell me that back then? Because...like...I don't care one bit-

"Move out the way, punk."

I throw a monstrous glare at the man who bumped into me. "If you don't wanna get cut, move to the sidewalk," I snarl, my eyes narrowing dangerously. I shake with anger. What the hell is this guy doing? I'm trying to have a peaceful walk and he decides to bump into me! I continue walking, ignoring his stare.

"Hey! Watch it!" calls a lady with a child. The little girl is on her backside, looking up at me with tears in her eyes. A part of me wants to apologize and help the the girl up. But the girl has blonde hair and brown eyes. She wears part of her hair down, another in a high ponytail.

Guess who else does?

My eyes, now wide and with smaller pupils, shoots daggers into the innocent girl's face. Her mother, now with her hands on the girl's shoulders, shields her from my "guns" (A/N, eyes. 'Shoots' a dagger? HA). Tsking, I continue on my walk on the streets, towards nowhere with no particular destination in mind whatsoever.

After walking and bumping into a few more people (some with more colorful words than others, which were quickly returned with a flaming first to the gut), I look up and realize I'm on a bridge that crosses over a river. I stare into the churning waters wistfully. I can't sort through my emotions right now, they're a mess. I'm convincing myself not to care about Lucy, but if she was in front of me now...

Why would I go to her instead of walking away?

I sigh and my glaze goes up to the dark, starless night. A snort from my left catches my attention, and I slowly turn my head with a 'who and what the hell?'- like expression. In the shadows comes a ragged young man. He wears worn out clothes and has sagging, winkled, peanut butter-colored skin. He carries an broken wine bottle, with dried blood decorating the very sharp, glass edges of it.

I raise an eyebrow, then raise the other. He smiles- the man misses every other tooth. He also brings the cup up to his face, sharp side facing outward.

I turn completely around and I start to walk fast. No way am I dying tonight, no sir-

"Hey, boy-chan."

Even his voice gives me the creeps. I slowly turn back around and then wish I hadn't. Somehow, from the few steps I had taken, and the clear fifty away he was from me, the man had all out cleared it- and was now standing in front of me. Shivers run down my shine as I gulped and waited for him to continue. "You passed tha place over yonder more'n a few times a'ready...you lost or sumfink?"

Huh?

He gestures to the apartment which I knew so well- Lucy's. I had passed by her place three whole times? Geez, just how angry was I? It's scary how I don't know the depths of my own anger. What is this emotion bubbling inside me? It has something to do with her crush, something that makes me want to pummel his face into the nearest brick wall...

"You mean jeal' sy?" The man asks. Annoyed, I correct him. "Jealousy," I emphasize with a grunt, "Is totally not what I feel." Realization finally hits me that all of my thoughts were apparently spoken out loud. I wonder by who. *insert faceground emoji*

"Sounds lie et to'm," the rag wearer says, eying me disdainfully. "So what if I said I was wer one whom your wittle gurl has a crush on?"

Anger roars through me like a raging tiger, and in two seconds flat the man on the ground, my left hand gripping his windpipe, while my right is engulfed in flames. "Just who the fuck are you?" I growl, my head tipped to the side. This was accompanied by about 28 tick marks.

"Woah, woah, slow down tiger," the man says weakly, coughing up blood. Amazed at my own reaction (this was getting ridiculous) I release the poor old man. I was attacking random strangers over this chick! That's absolutely insane. What in the world is wrong with me?

Seemingly not surprised, the man stood up and brushed off his clothes. He then stated in a calm voice, "Go to her. I'm sure that she'll talk to you about her crush."

Smiling at the old man (who I later figured out ran a small restaurant in town, but after closing, goes out to drink. He apparently gets smashed pretty easily.), I follow his advice and jog towards Lucy's house.

No one's POV:

The old man waits until the pink haired man was out of sight before undoing his Transformation. A woman with wavy silver hair, deep, dark blue eyes, and a knowing smile appears. Smiling at her comrade, Mirajane barely keeps her laugh silenced. This was a perfect idea- leading Natsu on like this has to be one of her best plans yet. Now, all she has to do is stalk him while he talks to Lucy...

The chilly wind cuts through the dark night, blowing her thick hair to the west. Shivering, the S-Class wizard sneezes softly. 'Maybe not,' she thinks, looking into the dark sky.

...

Natsu runs into the building, up the stairs and to the right, to the left, and up a flight of stairs again. Soon, the plain wooden door he knew by heart (even though the rooms around the door were exactly the same) came into view. Smiling brightly, the Mage's cheeks warmed. Bursting into her room, the dragonslayer let out a shout.

"LU-!"

The room seemed abandoned.

"-Cy?"

Her closet, empty. Her bed, made. Her books, gone. Her posters, no where to be seen. And worse of all...

Her window, open.

Natsu took all of this in and his anger grew. It shot through the roof, into the sky, broke through the ozone, and pretty much got to Mars before he was able to utter another word. At the peak of the revelation that Lucy was not at home, where she should be, Natsu let out a roar, one unlike his previous, one unlike the world has ever seen.

"LUUUUUUUUCYYYYYYY!" came the dreadful cry, "WHERE ARE YOU?!"

AND FOLKS, THATS A WRAP. Puh-leaaaaase rate, review, follow, all that good stuff. At least the story is finally developing! Have you figured out who Lucy has a crush on yet? It's really obvious! If not, you will definitely find out next chappy. Thanks for waiting for this update,mot has been MONTHS. See you in ch 5!