kerri leilua321: No. Not YET. Wait for further chapters for the response, and mark as in the mark on her hand. More or less. It's quite difficult to explain, I'm sorry. Actually, I'm not quite sure what it is. XD
But I've the story planned out. More or less. So it'll clear up sooner or later!
C/N: I'm on a roll here, woo! I've got three different fan fictions I'm writing all together and inspiration's coming along now too. Anyway, I do not own Fairy Tail or any of the characters. This is a figment of my imagination. Fairy Tail is by Hiro Mashima.
"Loke!" Lucy cried out, to the male standing behind Sting, twisting the latter's arm.
"Lu-chan, you know this guy?"Levy asked with panic painted across her petite face.
"Lucy, violence is not allowed in school, direct or indirect." Erza said in a serious tone, but had worry in her eyes.
"I know, I'm sorry. Loke, let Sting go." She sternly told Loke.
"But Lucy, was he not bothering you?" He asked, not taking his serious eyes off the harassing blonde.
"He was, but I'm not exactly fond of the idea of others getting hurt because of me." Lucy practically yelled at Loke, only making him scowl at Sting and twist his arm more. "Or getting expelled." She added, and in an instant, making Loke drop the Sabertooth student.
"Well, if that's the case," He said, straightening his suit jacket. "I do apologize then, but you best behave from now on, sir." Loke told the scowling boy, emphasizing the word 'sir.'
"Now, Princess, wha-" Loke was unable to finish his sentence, as Lucy had thrown the cloth she used to wrap her lunch box into his chest. He fell unceremoniously to the ground, baffled as to how she made such a thin and soft item become a football.
"Stupid Loke! Why couldn't you just stay up there in the other tree?!" Lucy yelled at Loke.
"You, uh, were in trouble and I-" Loke was cut off as Lucy went near him and nearly pulled his ear off.
"Ow ow ow! Lucy!" Loke cried out as his beloved 'owner' pinched his ears.
"You are so stuborn, Loke!" Lucy said as she pouted. Lucy was about to start lecturing Loke, when they had heard someone clear their throat.
"So, Lucy, would you introduce us to your-" Mirajane had started, not knowing what to call the boy Lucy was scolding.
"Boyfriend?" Levy piped up, in a cheerful tone.
It took moments to register the thought to everyone. Sting scowled at the blue-haired girl, Lucy let go of Loke's ear, looking embarrassed and flabbergasted at the same time, Loke looked relieved from the pain, while looking also quite pleased and smug. Mirajane looked thoughtful, Erza chuckled lightly and Wendy was confused with the situation.
"What- no he is not!" Lucy stumbled over her own words, flustered, mentally cursing herself for being careless with her actions and with Loke. Loke looked smug with the thought, and lightly ruffled Lucy's hair.
"Come on now, Princess, don't look so flustered." He chuckled at his beloved's pink face.
"Loke." Lucy said in a threatening voice, making him chuckle nervously.
Sting was annoyed with the sight. He clicked his tongue audibly and turned to leave.
"Leaving already, Sting-kun?" Mirajane asked too cheerfully, smiling sweetly at the retreating back of the blonde male. Scowling, Sting waved his hand without looking at the group.
"Yeah, bye." He left, something boiling in the bottom of his stomach.
The group looked at the retreating male, Lucy looking sorry at him, since he was hurt by Loke, while Loke smirked at the leaving figure, as the group heard the bell go off.
The girls lamented over the pop quizzes they just finished while getting ready to leave for home.
"What is wrong with teachers and giving pop quizzes in a row like that?" Lucy moaned.
"I know right? It's like they're trying to kill us." Levy sighed as Erza silently agreed and Mirajane had let out an exhausted breath. The four were exchanging what they had answered in the quiz, when they heard an exaggerated squeal.
Turning to see the source of it, they were greeted by a snickering Gray. "Oi, Lucy, some guy's here for you."
Curious, the group followed Gray out, to see a swarm of girls.
"Gray, how is this anywhere near a 'guy'?" Lucy asked, extending her arm, gesturing to the swarm.
"Wait for it." Gray snickered and smirked.
"Princess!" An arm waved and a voice called from the middle of the swarm. The squealing girls parted as the figure in the middle made his way to the group of girls outside the swarm.
"Lucy!" The voice called out.
Oh dear founder, Mavis, please let it not be true. Lucy groaned as she face-palmed, trying to hide her face.
"Lucy, I came to bring you home." Loke, emerging from the disappointed and whispering swarm of gossiping girls, smiled brightly at the tired blonde.
"Loke," She said in a menacingly soft tone.
"Uh, Lucy? So-some-thing wrong?" Loke took a step back, sweating a bit, from his beloved, noticing the how her friends looked sympathetically at him, while Erza looked quite proud.
"Loke. What in dear Mavis Vermillion's name are you doing inside the school's buildings?" She asked in a patient but tired threatening tone.
"I, um... uh, I..." Stumbling over words to calm the angry blonde.
"It was one thing to come into school grounds without proper formalities being done," she shook from anger, making the once squealing girls shriek.
"The Demon-Titania's sister's up." A girl called in a high-falluting voice.
"Now you done it, man." Gray shook his head at the male blonde, silently praying his condolences to the man.
"You just don't go around pissing 'The Demon-Titania's sister' off like that. She's as bad as The Demon, Mira and Titania Erza themselves." Natsu laughed, coming from behind Gray.
"But going into school buildings is not tolerable by any means." Lucy calmly, but furiously stated, almost yelling at the suited man before her. Loke was speechless and shocked with Lucy's outburst, when she pulled him by the ear, adding string-after-string regulations and lectures, while Levy smiled sympathetically at him, Wendy looked worried but rather calm, and Mirajane looked calm as ever, but evidently worried at how things will end, as things were always unpredictable when Lucy became her nickname.
Natsu and Gray were grinning like dogs, happy to see someone else who was receiving the damage of Lucy. And Titania, she was as proud as as mother watching her child become a valedictorian. The Demon, Mira was quite proud too. Her 'younger sister' learned so fast.
Loke hung his head in shame, after nearly an hour of lecturing from Lucy, as the girls walked to their favorite cafe to let Lucy cool some steam.
"Hm? Loke-kun, you look kinda down." Mirajane stated, looking back at the sulking male.
"What? No, not really." He replied dumbly.
"Don't worry Loke-kun, Lucy will be fine after her favorite wild-berry rose-petaled parfait with her favorite rose tea!" Levy piped up cheerfully.
"She's calmer than Erza, so you should be thankful." Mirajane added thoughtfully, receiving a slightly relieved nod and sigh from their male companion.
"You said she'll be fine after her parfait and tea, right?" He asked smiling slightly at the two girls.
"Of course!" Levy giggled, as Mirajane, chuckled lightly.
It was a war of silence in Lucy room. Lucy didn't speak to Loke, who returned to looking like her cat when they entered her home, and Loke couldn't say a word, not knowing where or how to start.
Fine after her favorite parfait and tea, my tail! She isn't yelling at me, but any word is better than this abominable silence! He mentally cursed, slapped and hit himself, while he was, literally, banging his head on the wall for anything.
Breaking the silence, Lucy sighed.
"You know I'm not happy with what you did, right?" She asked, crossing her arms over her chest, her porcelain doll face, painted with hints of anger.
"I know. And I'm sorry. I was just worried." Loke sighed in relief, from the break of silence, and from the only mild tone of anger in his beloved's voice. Lucy raised a shaped eye brow at the man's sudden sigh, but waved it away with her own.
"I can take care of myself, Loke." She dropped her hands, knitting her brows together.
"I understand that, Lucy, but I'm still really worried of you. Personally, if anything, I'm doing your father a favor." Placing a hand to his chest.
"My father stopped being exaggeratedly overprotective when I was 12!" Lucy yelled, frustrated at her companion, who held his hands up in surrender.
"I don't want to argue with you, Princess. Why don't we compromise?" He suggested, opening his hands to his sides, wanting peace between him and her.
Letting out a breathe, Lucy agreed.
"Fine. First of all, I don't want you stalking me around with this Mark of yours," She gestured to her hand.
"But-" Cutting him off with her hand.
Lucy added, "I can take care of myself. It's not like I go skydiving with a holed parachute, or anything." pouting. Sighing in defeat, Loke agreed.
"Fine. But you have to tell me wherever you're going." He stated his demand.
"That's not fair!" Lucy called, stopped by Loke's sigh.
"Neither is me being with you at all times." He looked up, and scrunched his nose. "That did not sound how I wanted it to." Mumbling audibly, causing Lucy to let out a small laugh.
"Fine, but I don't want you going all 'Princess, Princess' on me anymore." She added. Loke slouched his shoulders and dropped his head to his side, looking genuinely disappointed.
He straightened up though, after a second, and smiled easily at the blonde girl. "Fine, but I will be calling you other nicknames instead." He smiled happily at her, while she was at a loss for words, then face-palmed herself.
"Why didn't I think of saying that instead." She groaned quietly, which Loke obviously heard.
Sighing, "Fine. I suppose we will survive on those terms." she extended her hand to her companion. "Truce?"
"Truce."
Shaking hands and exchanging smiles, Lucy snapped her fingers in realization.
"That's right. I want you to do something." She asked sweetly from him. Raising an eyebrow, he wondered what an independent girl like Lucy, would ask for.
"Whatever you want, Darling." He emphasized the pet name he said, receiving a glare and pout from her, but was replaced with a, slightly irking, cheery smile.
"I want you to apologize to Sting." She said almost to cheerfully.
Loke's eyes widened, and left his mouth hanging open. "Lucy! Why the-" He was cut off by a hand to his mouth.
"You yell louder than me, you might wake mama and papa up, or the neighbors. Or, God forbid, the evil's incarnate, Momo." She scrunched her nose at the name
"Momo". He raised an eyebrow, "Momo?" he asked after she released his mouth. She scrunched her small nose again in distaste.
"It's the evil's incarnate, don't ask." She held a hand up, indicating that the topic was not to be discussed, and shook her head.
Loke scratched his head in confusion, then cleared his throat and straightened his suit.
"Well, back on topic, why do you want me to apologize to that boy. Sting, you said?" He asked, annoyed with the memory of what he recalled.
"You hurt him, Loke. I appreciate the thought of wanting to help me, but couldn't you have done it in a subtle way?" She placed a hand on her hip and pointed the other one at Loke. "At least within the week, I want you to apologize to him." She added.
Loke was clearly unhappy with his beloved's request, but as he said, and as he meant, he'd do anything she wants.
"Fine." He agreed, letting out a frustrated breathe.
She smiled fondly at his and pat his head. "Tell him I'm sorry too, I'll make it up to him somehow. Which does not include any harassment whatsoever. Seriously." She clicked her tongue and shook her head, making Loke chuckle.
Lucy stretched out, bending this way and that.
"Well, now that we've made peace and you've decided to agree for peace, let's go to bed." She said as she yawned, pacing back to her bed, but turned around and pointed an accusing finger at Loke.
"But I don't want to wake up to you hugging me tomorrow, got it?" She said in a playfully stern voice. He chuckled humorously, and bowed gentlemanly at her.
"As you wish, my Princess." He winked at her.
She pouted at the petname, but waved it off with a sigh.
"I'll let that go for tonight, Loke. Get some sleep, Kitty-Kat." She smiled playfully at him, then yawned. "Night, Loke." She closed her eyes.
"Goodnight, sweetheart." He said in a loving way, as he watched her fall asleep.
Loke walked up to Lucy, who was now fast asleep, brushed the hair from her face, and kissed the top of her head.
"Sweet dreams, my Love." He said, staring at the sleeping blonde, before heading to his own make-shift bed, which was a collapsible couch-bed.
"Sweet dreams, Love." He whispered once again, before closing his eyes to sleep.
C/N: I made a comedy/romance! And I have no idea how! I think I made it too cheesy, though. I mean, darling?, my Love?, I've been reading too much mushy romance. -_-
Anyway, how was it? Next chapter will be out in a week or so!
"We're all mad here."