Chapter 2: Confession?

Fairy Kingdom:

Levy gazed at Lucy's spread wings, "Your wings are oh-so-beautiful, Lu-chan," she said from the doorway. As Lucy started folding them into her shoulders, Levy said, "Oh! I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable; it's just, they're so pretty. I love it when you have them out"

Lucy looked at her and said, "I will find a way to make yours a beautiful color, one of the most beautiful colors that would make your skin shimmer and every man would-"

"Lu-chan, I think I would be fine with just plain blue," she said with a soft smile. Levy heaved a sigh and looked in the mirror, extending her wings next to Lucy's, "either way, there's no need. I think black wings are… sexy." She said dipping her head and batting her lashes. Lcy nudged her ribs and laughed, "In all seriousness though, they kind of remind me how not everything in the skies are as majestic as Dragons."

"Levy-chan," Lucy said, astounded, "What are you talking about? You are just as majestic as that snobby prince Natsu Dragneel! Dragons are nothing but pests to us!" Levy looked at Lucy with unreadable emotions in her eyes.

"Nobody in the Fairy Kingdom could be as majestic as him." Lucy was about to object, but then, "In school, they taught us that Dragons have a different system in order to fly completely! It's like they were perfectly made to be better than us." She looked at Lucy, "Nobody's as good as him except maybe you." She said sincerely. Lucy gave her a sad look.

"I don't believe they're that much different… I seriously doubt that the schools here should be telling us that in Bio either way; it's like they're preparing us to feel like we're…" she thought for a second, "second best to Dragons." She sneered the word.

"Everyone wants the princess to be happy, Lu-chan. And in case you forgot- you're the princess." Lucy rolled her eyes.

"Nobody is happy. And nobody is going to be happy until my father lets me go to one of the stupid meetings to understand how bad everything is."

"They still hold those? I thought the Dragons didn't want anything to do with us since the Queens…" she looked down from the mirror and then directly at her best friend, "are you okay?"

"Levy," she groaned, "Everyone in the Kingdom should be happy, they deserve it!"

"I agree,"

"But I don't think I will ever be able to help them! And look where I am; I'm a princess and they are expected to make me happy because I was born into this position! They even think I have to be given special treatment and tip-toed around to be kept happy because my mother died."

"Lu-"

"And they're sympathy doesn't make any sense because…" she sniffed, "because I killed her."

"Lucy!" Levy yelped, surprised, "you did not kill your mother!" she grabbed the blonde's hands in hers, "c'mon Lulu, you can't actually believe you're the reason she died, right?"

Lucy's tears were flowing, but her chest wasn't heaving, no shortage of breath. This was the kind of cry that tells everything.

"I had the sickness first Levy! I was the one who wanted her to sing me to sleep every night even though I knew she was weak-"

"Lucy, shut up." Levy said with a grave voice, one that Lucy had never heard come from her best friend.

"Levy-"

"No," she said, in the same tone, still grippin Lucy's hands. She faced up to look at Lucy's eyes, "You are not responsible for this. If I knew you had thought this before, I would've said this so much earlier," her voice was wavering, but still strong, "you were so young Lu, you didn't know any better. Nobody knew. It's nobody's fault," she sounded like she was done, she shut her eyes tightly, and wrapped it up with, "your mother would never want you to think this way about yourself. I know that for a fact lu-chan," she said, finally breaking and sobbing into her best friend's shoulder.

Lucy let go of Levy's and wrapped them around the small fairy, and cried into her hair.

"I'm so sorry Levy, thank you, thank you so much," Lucy sobbed.

Through the door, Virgo wiped a few tears away herself, remembering her older master, and her kindness.

Dragon Kingdom:

A lean, muscular young man looked into his mirror, looking from his black eyes, and spiky pink-colored hair to the tie that he was battling with.

"Igneel! I can't wear this shit to the meetin'"

"Yes you can, and you will," a middle-aged man with red hair and laugh-lines walked into the room, "You look perfectly fine and if I wanted to have to say this every time we go somewhere, I would have raised a princess and not a prince."

Natsu rolled his eyes, "Well if you," the tie was now winning, going higher and higher to his throat and almost cutting off his air supply, "want to leave, then do so," he finished as he yanked the tie away from his throat, somehow undoing the whole knot. Igneel walked close to him, sighing as he tied the tie perfectly, in a matter of seconds, "You gotta teach me how to do that before ya die, pops," he winked.

"I'll be waiting at the council," Igneel growled.

"Yeah, yeah, I'll be there," he sighed, looking in the mirror.

"Oh, and Natsu?"

"What?" He whined like a hatchling, making Igneel roll his eyes.

"You are to be-"

"Betrothed to a Princess," He huffed, "I know,"

Igneel looked at him and said, "The whole kingdom is depending on you, Natsu,"

"Dad! I know! Thanks!" Igneel only smiled and shook his head, turning away from the young Dragon Prince.

"I'm counting on you,"

Natsu rolled his eyes, "I know," he said softly. Igneel started towards the door, "Ey, pops, who am I betrothed to?" he tilted his head to the side.

Igneel smiled grimly, hesitating before saying, "The princess of Fiore's Fairy Kingdom. If her father will ever bring her to the meetings, like he was supposed to last time," he mumbled before leaving the room.

Natsu froze as the door closed behind his father. "A f-fairy?" He croaked. He snapped out of his stupor, swinging open the door, running down the hall while yelling, "A FAIRY? WHY? THERE'S NO WAY-"

"She's a perfectly nice girl, you two would play together when you were toddlers anyways, I'm sure you'll hit it off immediately," Igneel said with nothing more than a shrug, looking his son up and down, "you look ready. Let's head off together instead," fixing his own tie in front of the grand mirror in the hall before the entrance. He spread his arm out in a gesture that can mean, "after you," but here it's more like he's saying, "I dare you to refuse."

OKAAAAY, Done. For now. I'm actually pretty excited to see where my brain takes me this time..Lemme know if you love it, hate it, all that jazz.

See ya next time!