We are sort of done with Wendy&Romeo's Arc... sort of...
BTW, this will be a flashback chapter, so mainly focusing on the cliff hangers I left in the last chapters… plus the ending is fluff. :)
OH, & since I haven't said this in a while:
I do not own FT, so I'm not obligated to make the characters seem exactly like the ones from the series; nor do I want to.
Flashback – Fairy Ladies Dormitory, 4:50 PM
"That was a rather fast-paced walk to my room…" Erza spoke, looking through her IPod as she tried to find a good song to go with the mood: confused times ten. Clucking his tongue in annoyance, he walked towards her and hugged her from behind, while bringing his hands towards hers and softly grabbing the IPod. "Not every time do we have to listen to a song. I can understand how you feel without the music."
He closed his eyes, taking in the soft scent of her hair. Pomegranate? He thought as he pecked her softly on the cheek. She was still; tense was her usual form to take when she was embarrassed. The color of her hair rushed to her face and turning softly, still in his embrace, she looked up towards him with an eyebrow raised, "Then why is it that I can't figure out how you feel?" Letting his mouth drop, he looked at her incredulously as he shook his head slowly from left to right, "I-Is it not obvious?!" Blinking, she cocked her head. "Well, all you want to do is fondle. You never tell me how you feel…"
"Feel?!" he repeated, dropping his hands to his sides and bulging his eyes out. She shrugged, crossing her arms and her chin tilting upward in annoyance, "It's true. Every time you're about to say something that I think would help us out you instantly drop it." "Dro- Wha-? You can't even enjoy a kiss from me without getting tense or… or just standing there and start insinuating things you obviously don't know!" They were whispering to each other for fear that Juvia, who was currently outside pacing the living room while gnawing on her lip, might hear their small outburst.
Raising her eyebrow even higher, Erza turned her head and stared at him angrily. Shit, he thought, before she grabbed his wrist and pulled him out of her room and walked towards the door leading to the hallway. Juvia jumped softly and let her eyes follow where Erza was towing Jellal, "Did Juvia speak too loud?" She asked meekly, biting her lip once again as she brought a fine hand up to her cheek in worry. "No," erza spoke softly, grabbing the doorknob, "Jellal just needs a bit of air…" Gulping, Jellal looked towards Juvia with pleading eyes, Juvia only staring at the scene with a melancholic look, "Don't kill him now…"
Letting out a high pitched 'Huh?!' Jellal let himself be tugged out into the hallway, trying to speak but not finding the correct words that would help him escape the wrath of his girlfriend. They stopped short, Jellal practically running into Erza. Gray was walking towards them and stopped midway as he took the scene. "G-going to see Juvia?" Jellal asked, trying to lighten the mood that was going sour with Erza's demonic attitude. Gray just nodded, before he walked past them and muttering a 'Good Luck' to his friend. Jellal furrowed his eyebrows and scratched his head absentmindedly, "His mood's off."
Nodding in agreement, Erza walked a few more step until they were brought to a dead end. She turned and faced him, his eyes widening as he saw a small blush on her cheeks. She looked down and muttered, "Show me." Confused by her actions, he repeated her line and she nodded, "Since you can't say it, show me what you mean. We're twenty-three, Jellal… Adults talk-" She never finished her sentence. His warm lips crushed into hers - he was sure he'd show her now, show her how he felt without trying to say the words and then be interrupted. He brought a hand up to her neck, his thumb softly touching her jaw, and his other on her waist, moving her body closer to his.
If she could melt, she would. She took in the intoxicated feeling of love and yearned for time to just stop. She brought her hands to his chest momentarily, before bringing them up to his neck. Using her right hand to lock her left in place, she turned her left hand upward and grabbed onto some of his strands of hair. Taking this as a sign that she enjoyed it, he let go of her lips and stared into her eyes, which held as much of the love that he felt. Smiling softly, he took and deep breath and began kissing her all around, hearing her giggle softly as he filled her with the love that he couldn't really explain, but could show indefinitely.
Flashback – Fairy Lads Dormitory, 5:00 PM
Why the hell was sting doing this? Why me? Did I not make it obvious?
"Juvia, I'm leaving. I think Erza is in her room, will you be alright?"
"Yes, Juvia will be fine... is Lucy feeling alright?"
"No, I'm not… I'll call you. Don't wait up; I'm staying at Natsu's."
Why would he ever even try? I wasn't even that big of a deal… Is it the money? No… he knows I'm broke, well at least he should…
Besides having a tough morning, the night seemed to be clawing at her insides. The blonde never thought that it would get to this – to Natsu attempting to kiss her. She chewed on the inside of her cheek, trying not to blush at the fresh memory that wouldn't leave her mind. He was so serious, she thought, smiling lightly as she walked passed Gray (hoping he wouldn't notice anything wrong) and quickly walking out towards the men's dormitory. Natsu was far from the serious type, in fact in the four years they've been best friends, he only became serious when they were at a fight or when Lucy would get hurt. She tried dating a little bit when she turned eighteen, but found herself yearning for more than what she obtain – she was yearning for the fiery-hot feeling only a certain salmon-haired man could give her.
Dense was a way to describe him, and she was sure to say it to him every minute she had the chance. He'd never had a girlfriend, more or so because he just saw everyone more as friends than anything else. Of course, it didn't mean he didn't like girls – the pervert would always be checking Lucy's underwear cabinet and had a stash of 'X-Rated' magazines with Gray. Lucy grumbled something about perverted idiots as she came closer to the dorm, already noticing the abundance of men. Some cat-called (she was looking for it, only wearing a cropped t-shirt and low-ride sweat pants that accentuated her small waist and large bust), others waved, some even asked for an autograph… which made Lucy blush and apologize as she ignored the pen and paper that came forward. After ranking first place last Olympic Guild Games (OGG, for short), all members of FT had become celebrities. Whether it was posing for a magazine, going on some tours around Fiore, and even giving out autographs, everyone in the guild was titled as hierarchy.
Yet the blonde didn't feel superior at all; she had lost not once but twice throughout the games. She was fairly new back then, only being eighteen. Going against the evil Minerva from Sabertooth, she found her punches and whip-lashes to be useless. She was beaten for over five minutes, falling in and out of consciousness, only holding on to dear life enough for Natsu and Gray to rush forward and catch her as she fell, bloody and broken. Flinching at the thought, she quickly pushed it away as she opened the huge wooden doors into the dormitory. She thanked them every day, whether it was by a hug or a gentle smile. She owed her life to the two men who saved her from the grasps of Minerva. The games were held every four years, she would be back in the OGG in less than one, and this time she was surely going to win.
Walking towards a sleeping old man, she chuckled and leaned onto to the front desk, "Grandpa~," she cooed, "Grandpa Crux~…" Slowly but surely, the old man was lifted from his sleep, and awoke with a smile, "My dear Lucy!" he spoke, smiling wider as he caught glimpse of his beautiful friend. Young and ripe for the taking, she was as beautiful as her mother Layla. "What can I do for you, princess?" Lucy gave a sad smile, remembering times when Grandpa Crux would read to her in the library at their house while showing her how to conjugate lines and write metaphors, similes, all the sorts. "I'd like to stay here for the night," Lucy spoke softly, "I have to help Natsu study for math and tonight the girls are all doing their own things."
Looking at her with a raised eyebrow, "No shenanigans, you hear me?" "Aye!" Lucy said smiling and jumping up to give him a quick peck in the cheek, "Thank you, Grandpa!" She quickly ran up the stairs, leaving a red faced Grandpa slowly fall back to sleep, reminiscing on the days when little Lucy played in the library.
._._._.
The plan was simple, give a small pout and let a tear fall from an eye, then... jackpot! Natsu would completely give in and apologize for his accusations and listen to the true story. In reality, she'd been standing in his room for the past ten minutes, being completely ignored while Natsu played with Happy. "Are you really going to let me stand here, and be ignored?" Lucy huffed, stomping her foot and making Happy scared enough to jolt under the bed. His arms opened, from having been playing with Happy on his bed, suddenly fell onto his Indian-style crossed legs. Letting out a heavy sigh, he looked at her, making Lucy flinch.
He was angry, that much she could tell, and his eyes that usually held a sparkle seemed as black as coal. Bringing his eyes back towards the ground, he brought his hands to the side of his bed and jumped off, standing tall in front the blonde. "You could've told me," he started, gazing inot her eyes as he searched for an answer. Lucy blinked a few times, her mouth slightly opened, "I didn't think it matter-" "If it's about you, it matters."
"I-…" She stayed quiet, more awestruck at his declaration. He wasn't proclaiming his love, but he was saying all the lines that she thought a Prince Charming would usually say. The only problem being that the lines he said, didn't match the scene unfolding. Gulping, her hands balled into fists at her sides, "It doesn't matter, because I never even gave him the chance." He kept his stance, Lucy only knowing that she could keep going from the small nod of his head, "He's been trying since I was eighteen," she began, only to see a small nerve wiggle in his forehead, "S-small things though, I swear!"
She walked towards the far right of his room, looking out the half-jarred window to keep her blush from showing, "He would send me books, jewelry, furniture, clothes, pets, anything you can think of… but small and never sporadic." A few awkward seconds passed, making her sigh and continue. "He never once came to see me, never once sent me a picture. Just a dry 'Be my wife'. My father had paired us when we were small; he's only a year younger but holds the key to the Eucliffe's estate and earnings. What could bring more money than money itself? Like I've told you many times, I was just a naïve child who made his work life seem impossible if I was around. Of course, as I grew and his empire began to fall slowly, he arranged a marriage for me."
"My mother died, and any thoughts about perhaps letting me be free were completely forgotten. He signed the documents and had declared that at seventeen I'd be wed…" She focused on a branch just a few feet away from the window. There was a small nest, two little birds chirping frantically as their mother fed them. "But you came to search for Fairy Tail instead," Natsu spoke, bringing her back to reality. She nodded, her eyes not leaving the birds nest. A warm hand rested on her shoulder, making her heart do a back flip and having her shut her eyes. Slowly she felt the warmth spread across her back and through her chest, until she finally opened her eyes and saw two hands wrapped around her waist. Feeling a bit of pressure on her head, she figured Natsu had his face dug into her hair.
"Why didn't you tell me? After four years… I thought we were best friends." It was muffled, but she understood enough. Why had she not told him? The question lingered in her head as she bit her bottom lip. "Once I ran away, it must've been hard for him to track me. I kept my name just 'Lucy', only the few members of our guild knowing my real last name and stature. He must've lost me for good and me being the forgetful kind, I didn't worry – in fact I forgot he existed." "But he came back," Natsu said once again, and now Lucy felt his lips come close to her ear, her breathing beginning to sync in with his.
"Yes," she continued, "Thanks to OGG and their ridiculous rules, I had to give my full identity. He saw me, of course, and saw what happened to me when Minerva… When she did what she did." She heard a small growl escape from the salmon-haired man's throat, but kept talking. She was in a trance, "While watching you from the infirmary, Porlyusica brought me a small box. I already knew whom it was by the small crescent placed in the middle, holding the initials 'S.E.' and began feeling uneasy. I had figured he forgot who I was, found another woman to claim, but I was wrong."
"What did the box say?" His face was closer to hers now, in fact she hadn't noticed the fact that she had closed her eyes once again, and was now facing an interested Natsu. Staring at his lips, she licked her own and felt herself turning pale, "I'm back." Looking down at her, he brought his hand to her chin and and moved her face upwards; her eyes, usually a rich chocolate, looked blank. He could sense her fear, her discomfort in the situation that had risen. "I'm sorry," he whispered, and her eyes furrowed as she opened her mouth, only for him to press his thumb on her soft lips, "I'm sorry for not letting you speak before, and now."
Lucy was far more confused than usual, this wasn't normal to her: such a serious side to Natsu didn't suit him, the lines of worry felt wrong on his face. She didn't speak or move, as she felt his thumb slowly leave her lips and his come to contact with hers. Her eyes widened, not comprehending… not understanding… I thought I would have to be the one to kiss him first. His eyes were closed, feelings that he never knew he had come rushing out and steal his actions. His emotions gave him one order: kiss. His kiss deepened, the warmth of his lips covering the cold yet soft lips that Lucy had.
Slowly, she closed her own eyes as she felt him deepen their kiss, her lips gently parting as her tongue traced his lower lip. A small moan came from her throat and suddenly the both were falling into his bed. He was lying on top of her; letting one hand roam her showing skin and the other tugging softly on her sweat pants. She let out another small moan of approval as he bit her lower lip, before bringing her two hands to his chest to stop him.
He looked down confused, "Am I doing something wrong?" Laughing, she shook her head slowly as she turned a darker shade of pink, "No, everything's right… except that I'd like to take things slow." Nodding in agreement he dropped to her right side and brought an arm under her, playfully pulling her towards him. While he nuzzled his face in her hair once again, she muttered an apology for never saying a word. He only huffed, "Don't worry… he won't even get close enough to see you."
She smiled brightly, turning to him and burying her pink face into his chest. They stayed in his bed for a few hours, watching television re-runs and ordering take-out. There was nothing to worry about, or so they thought. They were not awaren that a certain Sting Eucliffe was already close enough to touch.
Flashback – Fairy Ladies Dormitory, 6:15 PM
Besides having a dimly lit room for the purpose of the theme and aquatic fish that enjoyed it, the bluenette was taking it to her advantage with the scene that had unfolded in this same room. It seemed like only seconds ago she was frantically wondering if she'd ever hear a certain voice again, not just an hour. Her world had gone from her trying to dig herself out of the whole that was ever so deep, to lying in a field with a warm breeze and soft touch. Touch, she thought, as she felt a cold hand trace small figures in the small of her back. Yes, a cold hand it was for people, yet for her it was more like ecstasy. His touch, she thought more deeply now, eyes clouded as she brought her own warm hand up to touch all his small scars on his stomach. They were all from the fight club: nail scratches, brass knuckles, even knife marks from the darker guilds.
Not noticing that she had stopped on a certain scar, she rubbed it softly, hoping that somehow under her touch it would erase itself. Feeling his chest bounce, she brought her head up, resting her chin on his right pectoral. His eyes were closed; his hair tousled enough as to making the scar on his forehead more visible than usual. A small smile played on his lips as he chuckled lightly, "That tickles." Juvia smiled and hummed a small laugh before bringing her hand up to his forehead and letting her fingertips slowly touch his scar. Lifting his own hand, he grabbed hers gently, bringing her palm to his lips and kissing it softly.
"Juvia wishes she could take the scars away," she whispered, lightly blushing at his act of kissing her hand. He opened his eyes then, the small smile before turning into a side smirk, "I kind of enjoy my scars," he shrugged, looking down at the beau that was currently staring into his eyes. Her eyebrows became furrowed, as if not understanding what he was trying to say. Taking a deep breath, he spoke low, "These scars made me who I am today. I don't regret any fight because it made me stronger. Sure, they hurt like a bitch," Juvia smirked at the side comment, breathing out through her nose and rolling her eyes. "But it was all worth it. I'm a part of the strongest team in Fairy Tail, and… have very loving friends that come with it."
He had placed his hand that was grabbing Juvia's on his bare chest, and brought his right towards her hair, tucking loose strands on her head behind her ear. She brought her head down then, resting her cheek on him and hearing the soft thuds of his heart. Inhaling deeply, she hummed out a short sigh and nuzzled her face into his chest more. They had just finished making love, the smooth blue sheets wrapped around one of his legs while covering only her chest and thighs. "Juva is happy she came to Fairy Tail too," she spoke softly, testing her grounds, "She has loving friends and…" she let the word linger in the atmosphere. What could she say? What was he? "- and someone dearly to love." She ended, letting a blush escape into her face and bite her bottom lip. Feeling Gray's body tense for a second, she knew she had once again hit a soft spot. She would always bring this up to no avail on his side since he'd quickly change the subject or try to lose her train of thought by kissing her.
He let go of her hand, and leaned to grab her waist and pull her up into his lap. The sheets had been abandoned her body, leaving her full naked body into view. Her face reddened, as she looked down at Gray with wondering eyes. "That's right," he said. It was soft and hushed response, but she heard it. He leaned up and placed both his hands around her neck and pulled her down into a deepened kiss.
Present – Fairy Ladies Dormitory 10:00 PM
The small bluenette walked into her island-themed room, bouncing on her coconut-shaped bed and smiling widely. She was still pure – still had her innocence and had her self-esteem back to par with how it was before the incident. Yet she was missing one thing: her four-year-long crush. Quickly, she crawled on her bed towards her nightstand and picked up her sleek blue phone, flipping it open and reading her screen.
One New Message – Chelia! (^.^ ) 9:45 PM
Build a bridge Wendy... & please make things work!
She grinned at the latter part, remembering to call Chelia in the morning and scream in happiness at her once thought to be misfortune. She quickly went to her contacts and searched for a certain guy's number.
Romeo c:
Call? or Message?
She quickly clicked the first button and brought the phone to her ear, hearing a small ring come through.
'Wendy?'
She took in a deep breathe, 'I'm sorry.'
'No I'm sorry! It's all my fault and I feel so disgusting and-'
'N-Nothing happened… it was all miscommunication! You didn't... you didn't do anything to me.'
'I didn't?' His voice was low.
'No. Forget it all'
'Forget?'
She let out a shaky breath, 'Since this happened with the one guy I really, really, like, I can live with a second chance for first impressions.'
The line was silent for a second, only soft breathing on either side being heard.
'It's a deal.'
AND SO ANOTHER CHAPTER IS DONE! *Profusely sweating and cramping of the fingers*
I hope you guys enjoyed this little flashback/present chapter c:
SORRY GALE FANS, BUT YOU ALL GOT LOTS OF FLUFF LAST CHAPTER.
-NINAAAAAH
