Lucy was running.
Running to something.
Someone.
Someone she knew.
Someone she loved.
She was almost there.
She could hear him.
A boy.
No, a man.
His voice was familiar.
"Hey, Luce."
She knew him.
She had always known him.
He was the voice.
Her voice.
He was hers.
"Luce." he said.
"Luce."
"Lucy."
"Lucy!"
"LUCY!"
"LUCY WAKE UP WE'RE GOING TO BE LATE!"
"Wha-what?" and then it hit her, she was not running she was lying down. In her bed. And Levy was there. "Oh, CRAP! How late are we."
"We aren't," said Levy, "but we will be if we don't get going." Lucy sighed and flopped back into bed, "Now!"
"Ugh."
Luce, what the hell is going on?
'College, my first day. I have to go, now." she thought to the voice, shoving her dream far away.
Oh, right.
Lucy fully believed at this point that either she was totally crazy, her mind had been hijacked, or, well actually no 'or', those were her only two theories.
No one knew about her voice. Lucy had become very adept with make up and hid her burn every day and when she wasn't wearing make up she covered her hands with finger-less gloves. No one suspected that Lucky Lucy Heartfillia was a total nut job.
She got up quickly, showered, applied make up, ate a small breakfast, and she and Levy were out the door in twenty five records.
Her classes were interesting and her voice kept quiet. I was odd not having the snide comment in the back of her mind but it was also kind of boring oddly enough. She asked her voice, 'Hey, why are being you so quiet?'
I'm working.
'On what?'
Stuff.
'What kind of stuff.'
Important stuff. It doesn't concern you either way. And you seemed to be enjoying your class so I just thought you would like to, you know, not have me hanging around and stuff.
'Wow, that was actually sort of sweet.'
The voice didn't respond.
Suddenly she felt her face heat up as if blushing. She pulled out her hand mirror to look at her face but she wasn't blushing. Not even a little.
Was her voice blushing? She suddenly recalled all the times she had felt as though she was angry or scared for no reason, and it occurred to her, what if that had been her voice's emotions. She shook her head at the ridiculous idea. Her subconscious can't have its own feelings. That just wouldn't work. It's a stupid idea.
Stupid.
The old man chuckled to himself as he watched the girl struggle with whether or not the young master was real. It was funny to see her denial and the Young Master's frustration at her. Young love, he thought.
As her turned away he smiled. They were almost there, the new queen would join them soon. He couldn't wait.