So, here are the explanations.
Natsu: Basketball- for my friends, 'cause Fire's a basketball whiz. For everyone else, basketballs are orange, like fire.
Lucy: Tennis- like I said, I know the sport well.
Erza: Fencing- swords. Fencing. Yeah.
Wendy: Singing- because singing uses wind. Sorta.
Gray: Ice Hockey- ice. Ice hockey. See?
Mira: Gymnastics- well, it seems right. Plus, one of my friends does high level gymnastics. It looks pretty, but is really hard core. Perfect fit for Mira.
Juvia: Swimming- water. Swimming. See the connection?
Jellal: Music- I dunno. I couldn't find a fit for him. I guess music is heavenly.
Gajeel: Wrestling and boxing- his demeanor I guess, it just seemed to fit.
Levy: I.Q. Test- I know she's not really in there, but I wanted her to have a bigger part. Levy is smart. It goes without saying that she'd be smart.
Laxus: All-around- because Laxus.
I finger the wooden tennis racket, my fingers tracing over the wooden engraving.
To my dearest Layla.
It was the only thing I had from my birth parents. It was the real the reason I had gotten into tennis in the first place.
When I was younger, I used to dream up stories about them. I had somehow gotten the idea that they were poor and were forced to give me up. I had imagined my father saving up penny by penny to give my mother, Layla, this gift.
I had started looking for them. Unfortunately, I didn't like what I found.
My parents had been very, very rich. They were the Heartfilia's, the owners of the largest privately owned landmass in the country at the time. The tennis racket had only been one of the hundreds of gifts he had given her.
My parents had loved each other very much. So, when Layla died, Jude, my father, had gone 'round the bend. He had left me on the foster home steps, with only a note and the racket.
He had probably written this with the last bit of his sanity left. It had said:
Lucy Heartfilila.
Jude was in an asylum at the moment, under high security. I was allowed to go see him, but it was too painful, I had declined the offer.
I was crushed. The hope, my wild, unconscious, fairy tale-like dreams of having two families was dashed. And all my tennis spirit was killed.
I felt tears pool in my eyes.
"I thought I'd find you here." A voice said from the door.
Jellal.
He came in and sat next to me on my bed.
"Nii-san…" I whispered.
"It's okay if you don't want to play." He said softly.
The tears I had been trying to hold back burst forward.
"Nii-san, what didn't he like about me? He gave me away!"
Jellal let me cry, and I was struck with the idea that Jellal would make a wonderful father.
"Look Lucy." He said, looking me in the eyes. "We are your family now. Don't worry too much about someone who was too blind too see how wonderful you are."
He got up to leave me alone with my thoughts.
I turned his words around over and over in my head.
We are your family now.
I called after him.
"Nii-san?"
He turned.
"I think I'll play. For Fairy Tail."
Commence Fairy Tail main theme! JK. I'm sorry if it's really terrible, because I am really bad at writing this kind of thing. I'll try to get the plot moving from next chapter, or the one after that. Hey, and in reviews, tell me what couple you want next.
Sorry it's so short.
So, the number next to reviews will say at least 50 by the time I update?
