Here is chapter two!

I have done quite a lot of writing recently, it was the run up to my spanish exam and revising a language I find difficult is very frustrating! Now if they taught Dragon- Tongue in schools (Skyrim reference, if anyone gets it?) then I would be happier to learn that! Although, I'm not sure how many other people I'd be able to talk too... Oh well :)

Anyway, here is Chapter two

Chapter Two-

You only know you were high, when you're low

Rolling over in bed, I face the pinky wall my bed is pushed up against. The covers tangle with my feet as I do and pull them from my shoulders. I can feel goose bumps raise over my skin as the early morning chill attacks it, no longer protected beneath my warm blankets. From the corner of my eye, I can see the early morning light streaming through a small crack in my curtains and casting a fluctuating line of light across my floor. The dust in the air seems to still for a moment, and the whole room seems to have stopped. Through the glass, the muffled sound of the water in the canal can be heard.

Another tear silently slips from my eye, running in a side ways motion down my face before it quickly rolls along my temple until it hits my hair or the side of my ear, dispersing. Gulping, I blink. The warm, salty paths left by the tears beginning to irritate my face.

I had awoken from a dream of a memory of the time I had woken up in the middle of the night to find Natsu asleep by my side. It was the night before he had left on his first of a long line of solo missions.

I had been sleeping quite contently when a movement from beside me had stirred me from my slumber. Opening my eyes slowly, the first thing I had seen and felt was his bare chest. My hand draped over his warm skin. For a moment, I had laid there in confusion, trying to comprehend what was going on. After blinking a few times, I looked up to next be met with pink hair. At the sight of it, the slight fear began to pool in my stomach.

Why was Natsu in my bed?! Had we..!? But he's only my... I don't remember doing that...

Gulping, I raised the covers to find that both me and him were dressed, me in my pajamas and him in his clothes, sandals and all. Although his shirt was open. I also noticed the air was cold, looking towards the window, I found it was open. The fear had been replaced with embarrassment but also confusion, which I just pushed aside. I had to be dreaming. I was convinced I had been dreaming, but the more time that went by, the more everything began to feel so real and... right?

The thought petrified me, but also exhilarated me at the same time. I could feel a hot rush in my cheeks, and the palm of my hand on Natsu's chest was almost alight, electric like his lightning flame dragon's roar. Regardless of this odd feeling, I didn't know what to do about Natsu. After at least ten minutes of staring at his features, which where slightly lit by the light which came through the open window, he began to stir slightly. He hadn't opened his eyes or woken up, but he had shifted positions and wrapped his arms around my waist mumbling to himself as he did.

"Lucy..."

I was taken a back slightly, but smiled all the same, deciding to leave Natsu to sleep. I had snuggled into his chest before slowly falling asleep. Smiling to myself, my heart beating uncontrollably fast, for the first time, I couldn't remember feeling so content.

When I woke up in the morning, he had gone but the window was still open. I had pouted, wanting to see him. I showered, dressed and headed to the guild to find him, only to hear from Mira that he had left abnormally early that morning to go on a mission.

Another tear slips from my eyes, but sniffing hard with my brow sewn together, I raise my hand and wiped it away before it can leave a mark on my face. What was I doing with myself? Sitting up abruptly I push the covers off my body before beginning to wrestle my legs from their tangled state. I could feel myself growing irritated as I did, only finally coming free as I fall off of the side of the mattress and hit the floor with a thump. Groaning loudly, I push myself up and throw the covers back onto my bed. Rubbing my back, I curse under my breath. The dull pain of hitting the floor almost numbing my back.

Giving up on my attempt to rub some feeling back into my back, I quickly strip from my pajamas. Throwing them along with my covers onto the mattress before heading quickly to the bathroom and turning on the shower. The water is cold at first; the icy stream waking me up like a slap in the face. Slowly, it heats up, warming my frozen skin and smoothing down the goose bumps which had plagued my skin.

Picking up a bottle of shampoo, I pop the lid and squeeze the creamy, tea tree scented shampoo into my hand. Replacing the bottle, I pull my fingers through my hair. After I had rubbed it in, I take the bottle next to the first before squeezing it's equally fresh smelling contents of conditioner into my hand once more. Smoothing the slightly shiny cream into my smooth hair, I lull my head back, letting my eyes close and roll slightly. The water washes over the my hair, warming my scalp which sends a warm feeling down my spine. The conditioner washes off of my hair and I roll my head back forward.

Scrubbing my body thoroughly, I clean the dried tears from my face. I try to wash away all of the sadness I had woken up to this morning, however this action appears to be in vain. Every time Natsu comes into my mind, I can't help but feel my chest ache sourly, mourning the friendship we once shared. Slowing my hand which grips a flannel, I stand in the shower motionless. My thoughts momentarily whirring, once again, back to Natsu. His amazing smile, hugs, his voice...

"No."

I hiss under my breath, shutting my eyes tight before forcing my hands to move once again and resume washing myself. After a few more minutes, I turn off the shower. Getting out, I feel my feet land on the cool, light cream tiles which cover my floor. Reaching for a towel, I wrap it around my wet body creating a dress almost before wrapping a smaller towel around my hair.

Leaving the bathroom and making my way towards my bedroom, I feel the air pressures change from one room to the next. The air outside of the bathroom is cool, dry almost. Upon entering my room, I dry quickly before rooting through my draws. Taking out the outfit I stopped wearing regularly little under four months ago, I stare at it for a moment before putting it on. A short, deep blue skirt with a slit down each side. Long, mid thigh socks in the same blue, with a pair of brown suede boots. A white crop top with a blue heart across the chest, embellished with a gold outline. Lighter blue armlets and a sleeveless waistcoat, also with the same gold outline. Turning in front of the mirror, I take in the outfit I hadn't worn in such a long time. I had almost forgotten how much I liked it.

There is only one thing left thing left too do. Reaching for my keys, which are sitting in their pouch on top of my dresser, I pull one of my golden keys out.

"Gate of the Crab, I open thee! Cancer!"

"It's been a while -ebi."

Cancer states, appearing in a flash of golden light, snipping his scissors similar to a crab would it's claws. Pulling the towel off of my head, which has now taken most of the dampness out of my hair, I throw it to the side and smile softly at Cancer. I do feel rather guilty, it has been a long time since I last called upon this particular spirit, any of my spirits, in fact. Most days I don't pick up my key pouch to go out, only when I visit the guild two or three times a week.

"Sorry it has been so long, Cancer. I just wondered if you could do something with my hair?"

"Of course- ebi." Quickly, he sets to work. His scissors flying around my head and snipping at my blond hair. Stepping away finally, Cancer nods at his work before speaking. "Is that okay- ebi?"

I stare into my mirror, a little shocked for a moment. Around either side of my face hang two long strands of my blond hair, the rest in two bunches on either side of my head closer to the base of my skull. I look just like I used too. After a few months, I began to not bother so much about how my hair looked, only putting it up in a single pony tail at the back of my head.

Nodding, I turn to Cancer and thank him before he nods his head and disperses into thin air in shimmers of golden light. Sighing, I stand for a moment before turning and grabbing my key pouch off of my cabinet. Fastening the pouch around my waist with a white belt, I quickly open my door before stepping out and closing it behind me. Locking it before I leap down the stairs and out into the morning air.

Beginning at a sprint, I head as fast as I can towards the guild. I haven't headed to the guild this fast and eager in a long time. I don't know why, but in this moment, I suddenly feel a serge of some kind of twisted determination. Instead of my normal mellow mood and my almost chore to visit the guild, I am running full pace towards the building. I just feel the need to do something. Anything, apart from sit at home again all day in a mild depression or wondering aimlessly around the town, occasionally stepping into the guild.

No wonder he never speaks to me. Nakama or not, look how weak I have become. A spiteful voice in the back of my mind whispers to me. Spurring me on to run faster towards the guild.

It was time to prove the voice wrong. It was time to go on a mission.