Lucy awoke before sunrise as per usual. She stood up slowly, because everyone was still asleep. They had all fallen asleep next to the fire last night, with no fear of getting attacked by anything. They figured that if Buck wasn't afraid, they had no reason to be either. Lucy suddenly noticed that he wasn't lying near the others. She looked in the direction of where he had been lying last night, and saw his tracks leading away. They were going towards Lucy's favorite rock, and she smiled as she saw his familiar shape on the rock in the distance. She walked diagonally behind him, so he didn't see her coming. She made sure the breeze was coming upwind and there was no sunlight to make a shadow. She trod quietly, making sure she made as little sound as possible. The calls of dinosaurs in the early morning were louder than her steps, and some birds that had lived in the dino world for generations were giving calls to each other. She was getting closer, and closer, and closer…
"I know you're there Lucy." Called Buck. Lucy cursed and stood up to her full height, then walked over to him.
"Well maybe I wasn't trying to scare you." Lucy said teasingly.
"Oh please, what else would you be doing?" Buck asked with a skeptical look. Lucy smiled and said,
"How did you know anyway?"
"That's a secret."
"You said you would teach me." she shot, sitting down next to him.
"Fine. You were doin' pretty well, but I saw you wake up and stand. I was lookin' over there all the time. You've gotta always check your surroundin's. Also, one of the bird calls means that there's a stranger around." Buck explained simply. Lucy pricked her ears, but there were so many calls she didn't know which one he was talking about. "Don't worry, that was advanced knowledge. I'll teach you about bird calls after you've learned the rest. They're pretty hard to learn, especially because I learned from experience." Buck said.
"When was the first time you learned a call?" Lucy asked. Buck thought for a moment before saying,
"It was about six months after I fell down 'ere. I was happily sittin' on a log next to a stream, sort of like I am now, and I heard one of the calls. I listened to it closely, and sure enough, a raptor came at me not thirty seconds later. I started listening for the call after that, and I soon figured it was one that meant predator. Differen' species have differen' calls for their meanings, but you learn them over ages of listening." Buck said.
"Can you tell me a bit now?" Lucy asked. She wanted to see if she could tell the difference, so she could use it, and maybe know enough to go on an adventure all on her own. Without Buck or Regal's help. She wanted to go to Devil Mountain, and all the other places Buck went to when he left. He sounds like he has a lot of fun out there, and she wanted to have just as much fun down here as anyone. There was so much to discover and learn, and she wanted to be part of that. Buck had to teach her.
"Sure." Buck said, then pricked his ears and listened for a few seconds, before he said, "Can you 'ear the one that is a long whistle." Lucy perked her own ears, and after a little while, picked out the one he was talking about.
"Yeah."
"That one means dawn is approachin'." Buck said with a smile. Lucy smiled as well, listening to the sweet sound.
"Do you know what it looks like?"
"Yeah, it's a small robin like thing, with green feathers, which are really bright in males, but the females have duller ones."
"That's offensive."
"Truth hurts ain' it." Buck said with smirk. Lucy punched him in the shoulder, but he still didn't flinch.
"Any others?"
"That whistle/screeching/cawing is one of those parrots." Buck said, looking thoughtful. Lucy gasped.
"I've never seen those! I've only ever heard of them." Lucy said.
"Then I'll show ya." Buck said with a wink.
He stood up, and offered her his hand. She took it gladly and let go as soon as she was up. She would still be careful, even though they were friends. He led her to the other side of the stream, and they walked for quite a while. Lucy had never been this far, and started noticing the difference in the jungle. It was less shrub, more actual jungle. There was taller trees and more vines, along with less sand and more dirt. Lucy liked the feeling of softer ground between her feet, and the mossy scent of the trees and dirt filled her nostrils and her mind settled into a kind of calm. She wondered if Buck felt this whenever he went through here. She didn't want to break the calming silence, so didn't ask. They continued to walk, the sun came up (above the ground), the birds' call changed, and the day turned warm. Buck said it was still winter down here, but it was warm. It didn't rain that much during winter, mostly during summer. Lucy's fur had started to molt, and it was soft, shiny and thin. She smiled as she felt it lighter on her.
"What ya smilin' at?" Buck asked grinning.
"Just that my pelt feels a lot lighter than it used to because I'm molting." Lucy said with a giggle.
She thought it funny that she was telling Buck this. Usually the conversation about pelts was shared female to female. Lucy had never mentioned her own pelt to a male, but Regal had commented on it a couple of times. Lucy remembered with a start that Buck used to as well. Every day in fact. Whenever she used to see him, one of the first things he would say was 'such a shiny pelt.' She tried not to let the memory bother her. So what that Buck used to compliment her, more than Regal does now? Regal's got too many things on his mind. He doesn't have time to go and compliment her every day. Well he has enough time to invite you to a party every night, said that annoying little voice.
Lucy shook her head to rid of the voice, called her conscious.
"You got somethin' in your ears?" Buck asked with a smug face.
"No, something in my head." Lucy said, matching his face.
"Ahhhh, the conscious mind. Yeah, I often have to shake my head of that too." Buck said, slinging his knife over his shoulder while he strolled. Lucy glanced sideways at him with a smile. He really was one of a kind. Buck stopped at a huge tree, which Lucy recognized as a fig tree. She realized there was five of them, all in a circle, and Lucy and Buck were standing on the outside of it. All the trees had to be over 40 foot height, with thick, wide branches, and trunks thicker than a pair of mammoths. Lucy couldn't see inside the circle, but she could hear the most wonderful sound. Tweets, twits, cries, caws, screeches and squawks, all coming from the five fig trees. Lucy saw that the leaves were almost shimmering with rainbow colours, as different species flew through the branches. Lucy stood in awe as she let the sound, sight and (surprisingly sweet) smell envelop her. Her eyes were wide with curiosity. Buck had the largest grin Lucy had ever seen, and was even slightly chuckling at her response.
"It's amazing!" was all Lucy could say.
"You ain' seen nothin' yet!" Buck said, waving for her to follow him. They both raced in until they were standing on the edge, only a few feet from the center. Lucy could see more and more of the different birds.
"Now, you've gotta run as fast as you can into the center." Buck said, glancing over his shoulder at Lucy, then back to the center. In the clearing in the center, birds of every size, shape and kind that Lucy could think of, were all feeding on the ground. Some were pecking at the ground, but others eating the figs from the trees on the ground.
"Will you be coming with me?" Lucy asked, suddenly scared that some of the birds might be predators.
"Of course. Don' worry, they ain' gonna eat ya." Buck said. "And I'm gonna be with ya every step o' the way." This comforted Lucy greatly, and she tensed and got ready to sprint. After a few minutes of building her courage and adrenaline, she sprang forward and right into the center of the clearing. The birds sprang up in surprise. They showered her with feathers, but surprisingly she didn't get struck with any droppings. She twirled and twisted while laughing as the bird calls filled her ears and feathers touched her fur with the softness of a breeze. She kept twirling until all the birds had managed to retreat to the branches of the fig trees. She stopped, and noticed that Buck wasn't anywhere to be seen. She looked around until she felt a tug around her waist, and all of a sudden she was flying through the branches of the trees. Bucks arm was around her, while his other was wrapped in a vine, and her arms were around him. They were both smiling and laughing as feathers whipped at their faces. Buck swung in one huge circle around the clearing, scaring some more birds into the air, which sent more feathers and leaves around them. Colors of the birds flashed before them. Buck swung them onto a thick branch, and they both landed neatly on it, without risk of falling due to the scale of the branches.
"Now, look up." Buck said with a certain gleam in his eyes. Lucy did as he said, and gasped at all the different breeds of finches, sparrows, parrots, larks, robins, stalks, and an array of all species, most that Lucy had never seen before. Some were even water birds that would originally be bear a lake or the sea. They stood on the branch, just watching the birds resume their roosts. Lucy noticed the non-existent amount of droppings. She asked Buck why, and he said,
"I dunno. They all do it somewhere else, when they go and search for water. They never do it 'ere though. It's strange, but maybe the trees are sacred or somethin'."
"That is strange, and maybe you're right. Maybe there's something about the trees."
"Or maybe they just are smart enough to not litter their home with their own droppings, considerin' they feed on the ground and in the trees. If they did their business 'ere, like any other colony of birds would do, the clearin' would be littered an' they wouldn' be able to eat the stuff on the ground."
"That sounds like it makes more sense to me." Lucy agreed. Buck nodded. They continued to watch and listen. Soon, midday came along. Lucy never realized how long it had taken to walk there.
"Alrigh', we betta head back." Buck said.
"OK. Oh, and Buck," he turned to her, "Thanks for showing me this." She said quietly.
"I wanted to show you as soon as I found it, but you were still above ground. I knew you would love it." Buck said with a smile. Always smiling he was. Lucy suddenly remembered something.
"There's someone back at the village who wants to meet you." She told Buck. He looked curious. He probably was thinking something along the lines of, who would want to meet me. If Lucy knew anything, it was Bucks low self-esteem. It's probably also the reason he's always doing dangerous stuff, not caring whether he got killed or not, because he would think nobody would care. Lucy frowned at the thought that he was still like that. Buck grabbed Lucy around the waist, and she did the same to him, and they swung from the branches and onto the ground outside the five trees. They then started walking back towards the village.
Buck was smiling the whole way back. He'd finally shown Lucy one of the great things about this world. He'd been waiting for Regal to go on a trip so that Buck could take Lucy without being hated by anyone. Although the others will probably tease him, knowing what he used to feel for Lucy. You still feel like that idiot. Buck kept back the urge to shake his head of the thought. He didn't. He couldn't! She loved Regal, and Buck couldn't interfere with that. It would mean his doom, and would probably ruin Lucy's life. Besides, Regal and Buck already had tension, so messing with his relationships with people would just snap the line. Still, Buck and Lucy were just friends, and he could teach her everything he knew. She could in turn teach him about herbs and give him some healing tips, just in case he got hurt on one of his adventures. They would be teaching each other about the others world. Buck couldn't wait. When the afternoon was drawing towards evening, they finally made it to the village. Lucy led Buck straight to where they kept the food. They were both starving, and ate heaps of food each.
"I'll help ya re-stock tomorrow." Buck said as he looked at how much they'd eaten.
"That would be great, thanks." Lucy said, cringing to think that Oma might get mad at her for eating that much food. Buck noticed, and said,
"Hey, I'll go get some food tonight and bring it 'ere before Oma will even notice." Lucy looked at him gratefully. He smiled at her, then said, "Um, you said there was someone who wanted to meet me?"
"Oh right. Com down here." Lucy led Buck down the tunnels and into one of the chambers. There was a teenage weasel boy with steel grey fur, sitting on the leaf bed, with a splint on his leg.
"This is Adrian, Jeremy's nephew." Lucy said to Buck, she then turned to Adrian (who had a look of wonder on his face) "Adrian, this is Buck."
"Hey, how're ya doin'?" Buck asked. Adrian just stared for a second, before he answered with,
"Good. Thanks."
"Wha' happened to ya leg?" Buck asked.
"Oh, when we feel down here it broke from impact."
"You're Jeremy's nephew?"
"Yeah. I've heard heaps about you, and I'm sorry if you don't like my uncle." Adrian said, lowering his yes and his voice. Buck put his fists on his hips and said,
"First of all, I ain' gonna judge you, just because I ain' exactly best buds with your uncle. Second, my opinion of Jeremy has nothing to do with you, which is basically the same as first of all. Third, I may not like your uncle, but I know your mother, and she's very nice to a lot o' weasels." What Buck said was true. Sara, Jeremy's elder sister, was more mature than Jeremy, because of the wide gap of age between the two siblings. Jeremy was only 21/22. Sara was about 35. Nobody really knew why their mother had had the two kits at such different times, but it never bothered anyone. Sara had always told her brother off or embarrassed him when he was mean or naughty, so on a couple of occasions had apologized to Buck and his friends for her little brother's behavior. She was quite good looking, a darker grey than Adrian, with purple colored eyes. Adrian looked happier with the response Buck had given. Buck assessed the boy, without moving or making it obvious. Apart from the broken leg, the kid was in really great shape. Muscly, and yet slim, he was obviously into his fitness. He had an over bite, black tipped ears and a fringe that went over his right eye. His eyes were a strange yellow color. His eyes showed intelligence, and if he was anything like his mother, was a fair and honorable player in life. Buck liked him already. Adrian asked Buck about the dino world, the dinos, places he'd been and adventures he'd had. In turn, Buck asked about Adrian's friends and what he did in his spare time. As Buck predicted, he liked sports and fitness, and hated not being able to move. Buck found that he really thought that Adrian was a great kid. He had a great sense of humor, which Buck probably liked the most. Adrian got really excited about dinos, but had never seen one considering he had been refined to the chamber. Buck mentioned that Jeremy was involved in dinosaurs, but he also didn't directly mention how. Adrian looked excited when Buck said that about Jeremy, and Buck regretted telling him. Adrian would be upset when he learned that Jeremy actually harmed dinos. When Jeremy wasn't looking or was busy hurting dinos, Buck decided he would teach Adrian about the dino world, and maybe he would become his apprentice when he was old enough to not be criticized by Jeremy or Regal. Lucy announced that Buck and she had to leave Adrian to go to sleep, because it was getting late. They left, and Adrian was happier he had met, and maybe become friends with, the legend everyone was talking about. Even his friends had been at the story telling camp last night, and had told about it. Adrian had felt left out, but now he didn't. He hadn't only heard more about the stories, but had told Buck about his own life. Adrian fell asleep smiling. Buck walked with Lucy, and told her he would go get the food he promised her. He grabbed his knife and left, heading towards the stream fist. There was never a shortage of food in about a fifty km radios around the canyon. It wasn't too close to devil mountain to be high altitude, and not as close to the desert where it was too hot, not close to the wastelands, nor anywhere near the howling cliffs or the swamp with the acrid plants. It was prosperous with life, and Buck didn't like it. It just wasn't dangerous enough for himself, and the raptors nor Rudy were interested in it either. He was glad though that his friends were in the safe area. There was just too many weasels to be living on their own in a place like the wastelands, so it was great that all the weasels were living and cooperating in on safe place. Buck imagined that like himself, others will be tempted to other places than the village. He suspected that Adrian would be one of these. The kid had way too much energy to be cooped up in that small canyon, and was also way too curious to not learn anything about the world he was living in. Buck smiled, thinking Adrian was a lot like Buck himself when he was a teenager. Buck managed to find an array of different fruit trees, and collected as much as he could, and took it back to the healing burrow. He did several other trips, and by the time he was finished, late into the night, the storage chamber was almost overfull with exotic fruits, vegetables and legumes. Lucy thanked him for it over and over again. Buck told her off every time she did it, and eventually said that if she didn't stop he would eat all the food again. She laughed, but got the message. Buck was extremely tired by the time he was done, so Lucy showed him to the chamber he stayed in last time. Buck flopped onto the bed, made sure his knife was in his hand before he fell asleep gladly.
Lucy went back to the storeroom where they kept all the healing herbs. In there was Jess and Sasha.
"What are you guys doing in here? I thought you were asleep." Lucy said, surprised to find them there.
"We were waiting for you." Jess said.
"Did you have fun today?" Sasha asked, with a certain look in her eye. Lucy didn't notice this.
"Yeah, it was great! Buck took me to these five fig trees all in a circle and there's all these birds and…" she noticed the way her friends were looking at her, paws on their hips and their eyebrows raised. She sighed and said, "What? I can't have fun anymore without ou guys looking at me like that?"
"We're just weighing things up." Jess said, lifting her paw to examine her claws.
"Well he is smarter," Sasha said,
"And funnier," Jess replied,
"Nicer,"
"Cooler,"
"Just better." They said in unison. Lucy looked from one to the other, trying to see what they meant. She laid her ears back when she realized what.
"No. no, no, no, no…N…O." Lucy said, shaking her head.
"You loved him for a long time Lucy. He can't suddenly count for nothing." Sasha said.
"He doesn't count for nothing, but he just isn't that guy anymore."
"I'll say. He's gotten even more awesome since we were kids, and I never thought that was possible when it came to Buck." Jess said.
"But I love Regal now guys."
"Love. A strong word, and I'm not sure you're using it in the right way here." Sasha said to Lucy, who was fast growing irritated.
"whatever." Said both her friends, and they walked out, leaving Lucy hanging with annoying thoughts. She tried to push it to the back of her mind. The only thing for it was to go to sleep, and pretend it had never happened. She made sure everything was in order before she resorted to her chamber, laying on her bed. She didn't manage to go to sleep until about an hour later.
Four days later, Buck was still in the village, but not for long. Regal was coming back. Buck could see the hunters being led by Regal through the brush, back towards the village. Buck noticed immediately that there was less of them. Regal would originally go with at least twenty or so weasels, but there looked about seventeen. Buck was good at judging amounts. Later, Buck heard what he thought. A mini-raptor that they had been trying to catch had managed to accidentally kill three of the weasels, one of them Regal's old friend, Zac. The ones that had lived were weak, hungry and dirty. Buck held back giggles whenever he saw them pass. When Jessica noticed this, she kicked him, and hissed,
"Don't laugh. They had a hard time." Buck rolled his eyes and mumbled,
"Pff. Tourists." Then went back to carving a star out of a small piece of wood. He had nothing better to do, and the day was a little humid and warm, the perfect day for lounging. He was lying back against a tree, the shade covering him and the sounds of weasels laughing and talking next to the stream. Trevor came and sat next to him.
"Sup man." He said,
"No' much, you?"
"Trying not to laugh at Regal's hunters." Trevor whispered.
"Same. Did they even catch anythin'?" Buck asked.
"Three, to make up for the weasels they lost."
"That's the saddest part. Weasels 'ave to die because of Regal's hobby."
"It's not even a decent hobby."
"Far from it." the two friends sat in silence. Trevor said after a while,
"I guess you'll be leaving soon then."
"Yep. Can't stay much when Regal's 'round. The sigh' of him jus' makes me twitchy." Buck hissed. Trevor smiled, amused at his friends anger. Buck never was one to be angry easily. It took a lot for him to snap, and even then, he hated yelling, or being yelled at. Not just because his ears were sensitive, but because he found no point in it. Yelling your head off didn't fix anything. Buck resumed his carvings. He finished the star soon, then stood and threw it into the bush behind him.
"What'd ya do that for?" Trevor said.
"I finished it." Buck said, sitting back down.
"So? It was cool. You could've given it to Lucy or something."
"Nah. Regal would have my head for that."
"Since when did you care what Regal thought?"
"It ain' wha' he thinks, its wha' he'll do." Buck replied, annoyed. "Besides, it would be awkward t' do that an' would probs freak Lucy out."
"Point taken." Trevor said, resting his case.
"So how're you an' Jess goin' anyway?"
"Great! I take her out all the time, and we hang all the time. And she's a great kisser…"
"I don' need to know the details! Jeez."
"Sorry. Once I start I can't stop talking about her."
"I can see that!" Buck said, laughing. Trevor smiled. They continued to talk, and laugh while the day went on. When it came late afternoon, Buck and Trevor went different ways. Buck headed to the other side of the stream, and sat in the tree he had first camped in before he had went to the village. He called it his camp tree. He sat there for a while, just sharpening his knife. He heard voices when he was about to fall asleep in the late evening. It would still be about two hours before the world was completely dark. He stayed still, but peeped over the edge of the branch he was sitting on. A blood-red weasel and a dirt brown one were walking through the shrub, talking in hurried, hushed voices. Regal and Jeremy.
"…and as soon as Adrian's better, we'll start teaching him about hunting the dinos." That was Regal.
"Adrian mentioned that Lucy introduced him to Buck. That set my teeth on edge." Jeremy growled, annoyed.
"Yeah, I hate the guy. Everyone thinks he's so smart and brave and bla, bla, bla. God, I would kill him easy, just like his brother." Bucks ears folded back I anger. How dare him!? Buck hadn't even one anything wrong. Regal was the jerk! Buck held himself still, wanting to hear more. Regal and Jeremy sat down at the base of the tree Buck was sitting in, a strike of luck. Buck could pick up every word.
"Yeah, Stella says that some of the girls that used to have a crush on him still do." Jeremy said. Stella was his girlfriend. Jeremy may have been mean to Buck and his friends, but when it came to relationships, the guy was seriously fair. He never messed around, and would never use a girl. Frankly, he just had courtesy. Buck didn't dislike Jeremy nearly as much as he hated Regal. Regal was bloodthirsty, evil, and using. Jeremy was faithful, fair and quite smart…Just friends with the wrong guy. Buck hoped that Jeremy would one day figure the evil of Regal, because now that Buck thought about it, Jeremy wasn't a bad guy. Buck continued listening.
"I heard that too. The worst thing is, Buck and Lucy were 'in love' when we were younger, so that means Bucks competition for Lucy."
"Just tell the guy to stay away from her."
"I will, next time I see him, then I'll punch him in the face." Regal said, laughing.
"How 'bout you say it right now." Buck said, swinging down to the ground. He landed square in front of the two men, who stood up straight away.
"I will. You stay away from Lucy or I'll make your life hell." Regal hissed.
"You know, Oma was right. Lucy is too good for you." Buck said, "Oh, and weren't you goin' to try hit me?" he didn't have to wait long for the response. A red fist came straight towards his face, which he ducked out of the way easily, while avoiding a kick at the same time. With his knife in hand, Buck back flipped backwards towards the stream. He ducked and dodged from Regal, across the stream, and towards the village. He was always giving Regal the impression he was getting close, before buck pulled another stint to get out of the way. When they reached the edge of the canyon, some weasels stopped below and saw Buck and Regal on the rim.
"Come on Buck. Are you afraid to throw a punch?" Regal teased, before he tried to kick Buck in the side, who again avoided it. Regal got closer and closer, before Buck struck out his foot, and Regal stumbled over it. There was a few breathtaking moments, with Regal waving his arms to try and balance. Gravity took over. He went sliding and tumbling down the side of the canyon. The fall wasn't enough to harm him too seriously, unless he landed on his head. Buck heard the slight thud as Regal hit the ground. Buck watched anxiously, and waited for regal to move. He gave a sigh of relief when he saw Regal stumble to his feet. Buck then took a few steps back from the edge, then ran and leaped over the side. He ran almost vertical down the side. Gravity was pulling him down, but he was using his weight in a way that stopped him from stumbling. He'd done this before a couple of times, so knew the tricks. After running the first nine meters, with only one left, he leaped, did a front flip and landed kneeling to the ground, his knife in his balled fist on the ground. He raised his head, and saw that Regal was only a few feet away, standing and staring at Buck with a mixture of hatred and surprise. Buck stood his full height, glaring at Regal with distaste. He walked over, noticing other weasels were gathering around to watch. Jess, Trevor, and even Lucy were among these. Buck also noticed how Regal was tattered and tired. The guy had been trying to hit Buck over and over, using his energy, then had fallen off the side of a ten meter canyon, so was probably slightly injured. Even if he was, he tried to hide it. When Buck was close to regal, the red weasel hissed,
"I hate you, and I won't ever hesitate to get the chance to hurt you."
"Regal!" Lucy gasped. Buck held up his paw to her and said,
"Let him say wha' 'e want's. Go on Regal, say it."
"You turn up and all of a sudden think you can do whatever you want, but you're not a king. You're not even part of the village. You're a lunatic, and you don't belong here."
"You're right. Never have, still don't, never will." Buck said with a shrug. Regal growled and took a swing at Buck again, who dodged, but this time swung back, and hit Regal square in the chest. Regal stumbled back, surprised, but snapped back quickly. He tried going for Bucks stomach, but Buck stepped aside and kicked Regal aside, then waited for Regal to stand back up again.
"Buck! Regal! Stop it!" Lucy said, trying to stand between them, but Regal gently moved her out the way. He's lucky he didn't shove her out the way, Buck thought, otherwise I would've used my knife in this fight. Lucy got the message, and stepped back. Buck decided to use a trick he'd thought up and practiced. When Regal was ready, Buck stepped forward and pretended to aim for Regal's head, and Regal put his arms up to block it. Buck kicked out as hard as he could for Regal's stomach. He hit him hard, like really hard. Regal recoiled to his knees, then laid on the ground coughing and gasping. Buck stood up straight, then said loud and clear,
"You can't mess with me Regal. Living in this world has given me more strength than you bargained for. I may no' belong 'ere, but I can come an' go as I please and do whatever I wan', because I can. I'm not being a problem, and I haven' started any fights." He said the last bit with an emphasized tone. "So why should I be getting' hit at? Well, I shouldn't. Don't start fight's you can't finish Regal." Buck held his knife and headed to the exit of the canyon. Regal was barely back for a day and Buck and Regal had already had a fight.
"Buck wait!" Someone called. Buck turned to find Jess running towards him.
"What is i'?" Buck asked.
"I just wanted to say…nice one." Jess said, and they both smiled and slapped paws.
"He had it comin'. Plus, he started it." Buck said with a smile.
"You leaving now?" Jess asked, sounding a bit sad.
"Yep. Can't stay, gotta go. Lucy's probably mad at me, so I've got no place t' crash. Also, I wanna get out of 'ere. It's not as fun when Regal's around, an' I can find better things to do. I'll head to devil mountain, ride a butterfly or two, you know. I'll Seeya when I ge' back."
"Ok, Seeya." Buck turned away and strolled out of the village without a care in the world, not even bothered by the fact that Regal was burning a hole in his back with his eyes, with Lucy looking from one to another with the look of amazement. She deserves so much better than Regal.
