Hey guys! This is my guilty repayment for making you wait. Anyway, this chapter is a bit shorter, because the next one will be longer. Anyway, enjoy!
"Hey Lucy?" Natsu cooed.
She settled across from him with her tea in a warm mug. On the table in front of her, was the stack of papers for the short story she had been writing. They had clearly been disturbed though.
"Yes Natsu?" She responded with a warning tone in her voice.
She knew full well he had read her story. She just wasn't going to point it out yet. She would try and guilt it out of him!
"So about your book…"
She nearly spat out her tea.
'Well there goes that plan!' She thought.
"It's just… I assume the girl was you, but who was that boy?" Natsu asked.
She sighed as she stared down into the mug. "I don't know. I haven't seen him in a long time. He was just a childhood friend of mine. His father worked in the kitchen. Mainly with the hot dishes. What was his name again?"
Natsu interrupted her train of thought with a new remark. "Well, I noticed you haven't finished it yet."
"Yeah, I've been scanning my brain for the next part of the memory, as well as how to put the words together."
Natsu stared at her, a look of intensity in his eyes. "Would you mind if I finished it?"
She gave him a curious look but nodded slowly.
"After that day, the boy and the girl became great friends. They played together in the gardens every day. That garden became like their own world. They even found a little stray kitten who's fur was the weirdest shade of blue. He was injured and Lucy gave her green handkerchief to it to tie it's wound. They later named it Happy. That garden was so special. They shared their favorite memories there. Including their first kiss."
Lucy blushed at the memory. They had been under a gazebo shielding themselves from the rain. Happy lay curled under the bench purring happily at his dry patch. But she cried at the thunder. She could nothing but clutch to that boy. When the rain had stopped, she gave him a kiss of gratitude for comforting her.
"But all good things come to a close though. The boy's father passed away in an accident. The boy was so scared he didn't know what to do… so he ran. He just ran as fast and as far as he could before anyone could catch him… he never even said goodbye to her. When he finally found himself, he was wandering around town. Some old guy standing in front of a bar gave him a comforting smile and invited him in to talk. That's how he found his next family… at Fairy Tail. Makarov took him in and raised him as his own alongside other kids…"
Lucy's eyes brimmed with tears, but he continued. "Eventually he had forgotten about his past. All he knew now was Fairy Tail and his new family. But something clung to his memories like a dying thread. It was the girl. His memory of her was strong. Eventually she reappeared in his life again, though he didn't know it at the time. He… I am so sorry."
Lucy stood up and slipped over beside Natsu, wrapping her arms around him in embrace. They sat there in silence for a moment.
"I had no idea where you went! You just disappeared! I was- was so lonely! I had no idea! I-I'm so sorry!" She sobbed.
He sighed as he comforted her, running his fingers through her hair. "There's nothing to apologize for Luce. I was scared and ran. Now how about we finish that story?"
She looked up into his deep onyx eyes and smile. A truly beautiful smile full of happiness, hope, peace of mind.
They were up all night writing and editing it. Both of them searching their memories and adding pieces and details here and there. Finally, at four in the morning, and nine cups of coffee each, it was finished.
A couple copies of the final draft sat on the table waiting to be shipped to publishers. Lucy leaned back against the couch and squeezed a pillow tightly in her arms.
"It's finished!" She wheezed. "And now… we can finally… get some sl-"
She was already out cold before she could finish her sentence. A droopy-eyed Natsu stared at her and smiled.
"Goodnight Luce. You've earned this much."
He draped a blanket over her and slipped out the door, only to let out the yawn he had been suppressing. Before he knew it, he was down in his apartment, and asleep on the couch before he could say another word.