I know what you are all thinking...what took me so long to update!?
Sorry, sorry, and I haven't updated my other stories in a while!
I've sorta hit a writer's block with my stories, and I jus trecently got an idea for the new chapter for this one...and by recently...I mean today.
This chapter's short, but I hope you like it!
NOTICE HOW IT'S IN LUCY'S POV!
Prologue Chapter 13: Tenth Grade Part 4 (Lucy's POV)
"Sorry about that," I said as I rummaged around the kitchen drawers for the first aid kit my Dad usually kept lying around. Taiga sat at the kitchen table, letting his red eyes wander around the room. For some reason, I wanted to dash over to the refrigerator and cover up my childhood drawings I had drawn when I was only five. They were horrible; the faces were deformed, the skin was colored with yellow crayon, and the smiles looked grotesque. No matter how much my mother had crooned over it, and my dad had assured me it was superb for a little kid, I just had to cringe whenever I saw it. It was truly horrible. I waited for a sarcastic comment from Taiga, but none came. When I turned with the finally-found-first-aid-kit, he was touching his bloodstained mouth, and he looked up at me.
"Don't make that kind of disgusted face," he said flatly. I hadn't realized I was until he had mentioned it. My brow smoothed out and I grabbed the washcloth I had found in the hallway closet.
For the first time, Taiga Matsumura was talking to me without a smirk on his face, or a slightly amused tone to his voice. I could feel the anger that seeped out of him, and his eyes shone with rage. Silently, I wet the cloth under the sink faucet.
"Why did you stop me?" he asked, and I stiffened. "I could have beaten the sh*t out of your childhood friend."
"Well, well, well," I said, "Taiga Matsumura is cussing at last…must be some occasion for him to do so."
When I turned around, no amusement shone in his eyes, and he only gave me a glare of accusation.
"Protecting me is like signaling to that pink-haired dumbass that I've lost," he said, and swore as more blood streamed from his lip. I approached him cautiously, and I bit my lip as he made no move to stop me from wiping his mouth with the wet rag. He didn't move at all, and I slowly became more aware of my heart's loud beats. I could feel the warmth of Taiga's lips under the cloth, and my heart rate picked up.
"You shouldn't have started a fight in the first place," I said, "and you should definitely not have shown me that Natsu is willing to fight for me."
"He wasn't fighting for you," Taiga replied in his blunt tone again, "He was fighting for his own selfish ass."
My whole arm became rigid as he said so, and I pulled back my hand from his face. Taiga looked directly into my eyes, and didn't look away. You would think a boy who had just confessed to his own crush would act slightly more different, but perhaps Matsumura was a different species entirely. I was the first to break the eye contact as I slid my gaze down to his mouth. "Your lip is cut…not too serious though. It won't need stitches, which is a relief. I guess you took so many blows to the face that it started to bleed more than it should-"
"Are you trying to make me feel better, or worse, Lucy?"
I fell silent at the query. "I'm just worried about you, Taiga."
The redhead held his heads in his hands, and I extended out a cotton ball to him. "Here…press this to the cut…"
He made no move to accept the offering, and I quickly scanned the rest of his face, which was partly hidden due to his 'holding his head in his hands'.
"Look up, Taiga…I haven't finished-"
"So…are you willing to go out with me?" he asked, lifting his head suddenly. The inquiry shocked me all over again, and I found that I could not move.
"Taiga…"
"I love you, Lucy."
I bit my lower lip, and gathered enough courage to lift my head. But my vision was suddenly blurred as something hit my face. Something soft was on my lips, and there was something tickling my forehead; a reassuring heat emanated from what – or who – was in front of me, and I breathed in the scent of fresh rain and cinnamon. A metallic taste spread throughout my mouth as the feeling continued, and I blinked rapidly. Taiga's blood. Taiga's hair was brushing against my forehead, his lips were on mine, and the heat from his body was warming me. I felt light-headed as the blood rushed up to my cheeks, and I made a noise of surprise against his lips.
As soon as I did that, Taiga pulled back, and grabbed the cotton ball I had offered him earlier. He pressed it to his mouth, and said nothing, but, "Did you like it?"
"I…I'm sorry, Taiga…I can't date you. I can't use you like that to get over Natsu-"
"You're mistaken, Lucy," Taiga whispered, and I looked up as he stood up and grabbed his things. He gazed into my eyes, and said, "I'll kiss someone I love, but no matter how much I love a girl, I won't date her if she doesn't love me back."
He headed for the front door, and when his hand was on the knob, he glanced back at me. It appeared as if he wanted to say something more, but he decided against it, and left.
Never in the fifteen years of my life, have I ever considered that my first kiss would be with someone other than Natsu…and taste like blood.
:O Are you all shocked, or did you expect something like this to happen?
This is kind of the first time I showed Taiga angry...usually, he's so calm, cool, and collected...
Well, I hope you liked this chapter!
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Until the next chapter!