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There isn't much to say about my day today really, so I will leave out the my life's details for today, yaay for you! Although, I have a question regarding the Fairy Tail manga's latest chapter if anyone can help answer it- if Juvia's body is made of water and on separate occasions has proved when she is hit by magic (like Gray's Ice Lance) she doesn't get hurt, why did Gary push her out of the way? Surely, the attacks would have passed straight through her, since she is made of water?

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This chapter is from Natsu's point of view today, and as always-

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Chapter Sixteen-

When you dive too deep

I'm going to see her, I'm going to see Lucy and I am going to tell her how I feel right now, because I should have told her months ago.

The sky by now is dark, the stars shining obscured slightly through a hew of clouds. The street lights colour the pavement beneath my feet a soft yellow. The warm wind blowing my hair back and creating a force against my body as I run as quickly as I can towards her house along the canal.

I had been speaking to Lisanna for hours after Lucy had left the guild. "If I was you, I would tell Lucy that I loved her before she becomes tired of waiting for a certain Dragon Slayer." At first, I hadn't realised what she was saying, but I felt the skin of my cheeks and neck turn red at my childhood friend's words. How did she know that I liked Lucy? It wasn't that obvious, was it? Of course, whether she had been away for years or not, it seems your oldest friend always knows when you like someone. It had taken her a long time, but finally, Lisanna had convinced me that to tell Lucy was the best option, and so here I am now, belting it at full pace to her home at almost midnight.

I run through the gates to the park, turning onto the long straight path parallel to the canal. Lucy's house is half way up this straight. I only have to wait the run, and then the jump into her window and then I can tell her. Pull up her covers and crawl into bed next to her, watch as she stirs and then when she says my name and asks why I am there, I will kiss her. I will wrap my arms around her and never let go. Whisper in her ear how I feel and spend the whole night by her side, hugging her like I did around four and a half months ago, the night I couldn't be without her.

I should have told her that she is the most important person I have ever met. That I'm falling for her eyes. That her hair shines like gold. Her skin shimmers like silver and that she isn't too heavy or too loud. That she is perfect, and so is the feeling she invokes in my chest. That I couldn't imagine a life without her, and don't want to.

I skid to a halt, reaching her house. Quickly, I begin to scale the side of her house, the throbbing in my chest from nerves so apparent I can feel my hands shaking in anticipation of seeing her face. Those perfect sleeping features, when she is totally calm and relaxed. How I love that face... Grinning widely, I reach her window frame, before I frown at the sight her window is wide open. I have known Lucy for a long time, long enough to know that she never sleeps with the windows fully open; only slightly.

Knitting my brow together, I clamp my hand onto her window frame and proceed to pull myself up before I freeze completely as I hear a voice that doesn't belong to Lucy in her room. It's a deep voice, a male one and vaguely familiar. Narrowing my eyes, I listen more intently to the voice.

"Lucy, I wish I could stay longer, but I have to leave now."

Stay longer? What does the voice mean? From somewhere within me I feel my glee of finally telling Lucy how I feel fade slightly, replaced with a feeling of concern, maybe jealousy, that there is a man in her room. What if he means to do her harm? I have to save her!

Pulling myself up further so I can see into the darkness of the room, I feel my heart stop completely at the sight before my eyes. In the darkness I can see Lucy, curled up in her bed and asleep facing in my direction. From here, I can hear with my sensitive hearing her soft snoring. Sitting next to her on the edge of her bed is a young looking man with black hair covering half of his face, his blood red eyes that stand out in the dark downcast and looking at a sleeping Lucy. His features illuminated by the light coming through the window revealing a smile across his lips. One of his hands are stroking Lucy's hair as she sleeps, I feel a strong pang of jealousy take over at the sight.

"I hope you sleep well and don't wake up crying like you were earlier. Sweet dreams, Lucy."

As I watch, he stands and turns towards where I am hiding by the window. Ducking out of his line of vision, I push my body as close to the wall as possible, watching as the man jumps from Lucy's room and lands on the pavement below, just like I normally do. Now, in the light of the street lamps, I see the man more clearly.

He is wearing plain clothes and a long, black cape reaching down to his feet, a prominent white ribbon hanging down around his chest. But the thing which catches my attention most is the symbol on the back of his cape. A light Sabertooth's symbol. Sabertooth.

Sucking in my breath, I realise I know this man. He is Rogue Cheney, one of the Twin Dragons of Sabertooth.

Before I have time to react, I watch as the man dissipates into the shadows, leaving me alone hanging outside of Lucy's window with my questions. From within the pit of my stomach, I feel the feeling of jealousy and hurt. At the same time, a sharp pain unlike anything I have ever felt before piercing my heart, leaving it hard for me to breath. I can feel my ears and face heating, hotter than I normally feel and a frustration and confusion growing. I don't know what to think, or why he was there, but I immediately find myself considering the worst.

What if Lucy wanted him there? What is she asked him there, what if Lucy doesn't like me? What is she loves him? The Sabertooth mage. What if I waited too long to tell her? What if I have lost her?

I feel my panic growing, before it slowly turns to anger. Jumping down from outside Lucy's window, I feel to urge to smash and destroy anything I can get my hands on begin to take me over as a single thought runs rampant in my mind.

.

Picking up another object within arms length of me, I throw it with such force against my wall that it smashes into hundreds to pieces before ending its existence on the floor in a heap. I hear myself growl again, ripping a pillow in two before kicking a glass by my feet across the floor. The sound of it smashing adding to the composition that is my house at the moment.

"God fucking dammit!"

I roar, throwing another object against the wall before using my forearms to push the entire contents of a shelf onto the floor with a medley or crashes and cracks. Soon after, treading the ornaments into the floor boards more, breaking anything that had survived the assault.

I have never felt myself this angry before, felt this need to smash and break anything in my path until nothing has been left. Felt this jealousy and anger mixed into one and put into one cause: destroying anything I can. I am just happy Lisanna had offered to look after Happy tonight so he didn't have to see me like this.

"Why did I wait? Why didn't I fucking tell you! You idiot!"

I curse myself, ripping half of my shirt as I suddenly feel to hot and flustered to be in clothes. Smashing and destroying anything I can in my anger and strife. I can feel my chest rise and fall heavily, feeling my tears threatening to fall. Growling and roaring once more, I run towards the last intact thing in the house me and Happy share. My memory board. Grabbing at the papers held to the board by pins, I begin to rip them off. Old requests, notes, travel cards, anything.

Then suddenly, I freeze as I realise what memory I have started to rip and crumple in my hands in my anger. Opening my palm slowly, I am met with the now creased picture Reedus had painted once while observing people in the guild. There had been many pictures he had painted that day, but there was one I liked in particular. One I had asked him if I could keep, the one I am holding now. It is of both me and Lucy, just sitting at a table and talking, smiling. He seems to have caught soft pink glows on both of our cheeks and we seem so close in this painting, our shoulders almost touching. It is so simple, yet I love the memory.

Lifting my hand to the paper, I run my fingers across the painting, catching the creases and contours I had created. My anger ebbs away, and instead is replaced with hurt. I notice as a droplet hits the paper, followed by another, and another until it dawns on me that my tears have breaches the dams which are my eyelids; that I am crying. Slowly, I break down, sliding to the floor with the picture in my hands. I can recall the conversation from that day still, as if it happened yesterday.

"When I was younger my mum would teach my about the stars and the constellations. They're beautiful. Amazing... Did Igneel ever teach you about the stars?"

"No, more how to be a Dragon Slayer, before he left, that is."

"Oh." She had frowned, before lifting her finger to symbolise she had an idea, her smile bright. "One day I will teach you all of the constellations in the night sky!"

"Then one day I will take you to the best place in the whole of Fiore just so you can see the stars as clear as day in the night sky."

Her cheeks had dusted a soft shade of pink, eyes shining as she looks away for a moment, smiling before looking back into my eyes. My breath catching in my throat at the look on her face.

"I would like that."

I had smiled, commenting on my mind that the stars couldn't possibly look as beautiful or amazing as she did in that instant.

"So would I."

I can feel my face sticky with tears as I lay in a foetal position on the floor and crying openly, sucking in ragged breaths before whimpering and breaking down more. My now bare skin, exposed by my ripping my shirt, being chilled by the floor beneath me.

"I can't loose you Lucy." I hear myself mumbling in a breaking voice. Tears rolling down my face and my nose dripping. I clutch the picture tighter to my chest, silently begging the pain in my chest to leave me be. "Please don't leave me. You can't leave me, Lucy."