So hello again, this chapter is gonna be in Natsu's PoV I hope you like it and please please please leave a review. Even to say you hate it x thank you to 31 and Nikkistah for following xx
Natsu, was the name of the pink haired boy. After he had snuck passed the guards he headed straight back to his home, Fairy Tail. Fairy Tail was a mansion that had been converted over a hundred years ago, now it served as dorms for the more 'special' kind of inhabitants. Such as it was, most people hadn't heard of it, to know about it you had to be living there.
Natsu wrapped his scarf once more around his neck, as he walked up the gravel drive. The grounds on which Fairy Tail dwelled was more than ten acres. And in that land they had, a paddock, a large swimming pool, a shooting ground, a dojo and gym, also a lake with a few boats moored on a jetty. But Natsu's favourite was the basketball court. He climbed the twenty stone steps to the front double doors. He grasped a the brass handle and twisted.
"Where the hell have you been flame brain?" A Raven haired boy, without a shirt on asked as the pink haired boy came through into the entrance hall. Dark wood paneling met him and directly opposite the double doors was a grand staircase.
"Out, ice breath," Natsu replied bluntly, trying to get past the boy.
"Oi. Natsu," the boy blocked his path. "You went to that girl's house again didn't you?"
"So what if I did?" Natsu challenged. He tried to get past and manage the first flight of stairs but as he turned left to go up to the west landing, the boy had jogged up and blocked his path again. "What the fuck Gray?" He demanded.
"Hey! Listen, master wants you to be careful with that family," Gray said, scowling with his arms crossed. Natsu glowered at him. "Master is just a wimp," he retorted. But in the back of his mind, If master was in any way weary of that family than so should he too, but all in all he thought he could handLe it. Gray saw the change in Natsu and eased up, putting his hands in his pockets.
"Oh and Erza will be coming back." Natus's blood froze.
"E-Erza?" He was shaking, and turned as Gray descended the stairs back to the ground floor.
"Yeah master said that she was following some guy she has been tailing for awhile, looking for solid evidence or something?" He waved his hand and disappeared down the hall to the left.
Natsu stepped inside his room and let the door click shut. His blue furry friend was curled up on his hammock.
"Hey Happy," he greeted, the blue cat lifted his head and yawned.
"You were out for a long time today," the cat, Happy said. Yes this cat could talk, like two other cats that were in residence in the renovated old mansion. But more on that will come later. Natsu shrugged off his jacket and flung it at the coat rack, he missed. "Was it that girl again?" Happy jumped down from his sleeping place and padded over to where Natsu was sitting, on the window seat.
"Yeah," Natsu admitted, gazing out over the lake.
"Natsu, why do you keep going to see her?" Natsu sighed, running a hand through his spiky pink hair.
"I don't know, she just looks so lonely," he shrugged, Looking at the Sakura trees as their petals danced in the wind.
"But she lives in a house that's as big as this one, so there must be loads of people there?" The cat perched on his knee.
"Just 'cause the house is big doesn't mean that it has lots of people in it, Happy," he scratched between Happy's ears. "It was practically empty, the only other people being a few servants and tones of guards outside."
"Is she some kind of important person?"
"I think that her dad is,"
"Does she not have any friends?"
Natsu looked down at the cat then lifted him under the arm pits and placed him on his shoulders. "None that I saw."
The next day.
Outside of the Heartfilia mansion, a single biker on a scarlet red Motor bike, was watching from across the street as a man in his early twenties got out of a blacked out BMW. The servants were lined up outside waiting for his entrance. The owner of the house and his daughter stood and welcomed him. The girl looked about late teens, curvaceous, and blonde hair. She fit his profile to the letter. Watching as they all entered the house and the servants followed. The biker scribbled something down in their note book, then turning the ignition and kicking up the stand, they sped off down the road.
So three guesses who the biker is, hehe rrreeeeeeeeeevvviiieeeeewwwww xx