Hey everyone! I'm back from the dead MWAHAHAHAHAHA

no just kidding, I'm not a walker ;D

Anywho, just wanna start with sayen the reason I was gone is because the friend i wrote this for, well I've been having issues with her as of lately. But who knows, its bound to get better right?

Oh and thankya radishbumps for bein so lovely and kind and talking to me about these things, yer the best(:

alright, so i dont really know what im doin with this chapter, i dont even have a name for it xD soooo hopefully it comes out okei


Lucy POV

"Are you absolutely positive you want it there?"

I nodded my head again and attempted to swallow the large lump i felt forming in my throat. I was beyond nervous, this was a big commitment i was making. A life changing choice that I'll never be able to take back. How will I look at this 20 years down the road? Will I resent the decision I made?

Salamander crouched down beside me and laughed, "It's gonna hurt there. Why don'tcha choose a different place? One that's a little more... fatty."

"Why don't you shut up and leave? I already made the choice, just get it done," I barked in response. I refused to make eye contact with him, but from the corner of my eye I could see him raise and eyebrow while his smile tripled in size.

The large man in front of me, Bickslow was his name I think, shook his head making his dyed blue hair flop around. He had his tongue out, which from the 20 minutes I've known him I've come to realize is his normal. And wierdly enough, he had his Fairy Tail tattoo there. And he had a giant tattoo covering most of his nose and forehead of a... man I want to say. The arms extend over his eye brows while the legs run right under his eyes.

It was obvious this man was a tattoo artist. I mean, who else in their right mind would get a tattoo on their tongue?

Salamander snickered, "Ya know I can't leave you alone here, not alone with him. You've already proven that you can't keep your legs closed."

I bit my tongue at his comment out of fear of what I might say. He's been like this toward me since I've gotten back. Unless Wendy's around, when she's with us he's quiet and almost nice. As soon as she leaves he becomes a completely different person. He's lashing out at me and... I don't blame him.

I know that sounds totally fucked, but I try to put myself in his shoes. How would I feel if someone I just met slept with me then dumped their kid on me and they dipped out to be with someone else? Probably as pissed as he is. Then throw everything we went through in the short time that I've been back in and it's pretty easy to see why he acts the way he does.

But that doesn't mean he needs to constantly be a straight dick to me. I miss the way he used to treat me. Like I was everything and nothing, like I was priceless yet replaceable. Now he just treats me like garbage and it's a little disappointing. But what was I to expect?

Bickslow interrupted my thoughts with a loud, obnoxious, almost maniacal laugh. He walked a step closer and peered down at me. "Well if the lady wants to fuck around as payment-"

"Enough, get to work!" Salamander jumped to his feet and stared down Bickslow until the man nodded. Once we were all understood, Salamander walked away from the kitchen table in my small apartment and to the living room to go plop down on my couch. I watched him as he threw his feet up on my coffee table and made himself right at home.

Then I heard a loud screech and turned my head to find Bickslow pulling a chair up to where I was seated. He was too close and I was growing more weary by the minute.

This is it... He began taking the supplies out. Stop sweating Lucy, He tested the gun and I jumped at the buzzing sound it made.

"Relax," Bickslow muttered as he looked down at the tattoo gun and twisted a knob to do whatever with it. "It'll hurt more if ya tense up. Plus it'll be harder the ink to settle."

I nodded and looked down at my hands that sat in my lap. Why did I agree to this again?

"Stop bein' a bitch about this Luce, you've been through worse," Salamander called from the living room.

I huffed at his rude comment but nodded. He was right, I've been abused my whole life. What's this one tattoo? With that annoying tattoo gun, and the ink and... the needle.

I looked over to the needle and felt my body tense again. I felt a bead of sweat form right on my hair line, why was I acting so scared?

"Give me your hand," Bickslow spoke from next to me, making me jump. I was so caught up in my thoughts that I didn't realize he was done getting himself ready.

I nodded and lifted my hand for him to grab, which he automatically did. God, I hope my hands aren't clammy... He placed my hand down on the table then over and grabbed a sharpie that was sitting next to his arm. He removed the cap with his mouth and spit it out onto the table while he began drawing on my hand. (Authors Note: This is not the safe way to do tattoo's, I'll explain why I did it this way at the bottom note)

"So tell me about yourself, Lucy." Bickslow spoke as he drew.

I gulped again and watched him draw on my hand. "Well, I'm 17, I-"

"Hey!" Salamander called from the other room. "Don't get too familiar."

I tsked and shook my head. Then I giggled when I heard Bickslow grumble under his breath, "Such a little prick."

Though it was obvious that Salamander over heard him from the, "Ya wanna fuckin' go, asshole?"

"No-no boss, I'm sorry. Just tryin' to get her to relax." Bickslow gave an explanation as he finished up.

Salamander swore a few times and I heard him make his way over to us. He walked up behind me and placed his hands on my shoulders and leaned down close to me. Right as Bickslow picked up the gun again and dipped it into the pink ink, Salamander whispered in my ear, "Relax, you're going to be okay."

I nodded and let my arm go slack as Bickslow grabbed my hand again, more firmly this time. Then I felt him stretch the skin across my hand slightly and I shut my eyes when I heard the gun again.

"Open your eyes, It'll be easier if ya watch it," Salamander breathed into my ear. I was positive only I could hear him and that gave me a small comfort. Even with someone else in the room, I felt a small connection with Salamander. Like it was just me and him.

So I listened to him and opened my eyes just in time to watch as the tattoo gun inch toward me and the needle just graze over the top of my hand.

The pain wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be. Yet I could definitely feel it, but it felt kinda like a small burn. Like a bunch of bee stings. But even then it didn't feel quite like that. I don't know how to describe it, except maybe as faint. A faint pain that I hyped myself up for way too much.

I could feel Salamanders lips against my ear as he quietly chuckled, "See it's not too bad."

"No it's really not," I giggled back.


I gazed down at the shiny pink symbol that now decorated my right hand. It still ached but the worst was finally over. And it sure did take alot out of me. My head slightly ached now and I could feel my eyes slowly drifting closed.

"Ooh, let me see," Salamander spoke from behind me where he stayed the entire time.

I lazily lifted my hand up and exposed my fresh tattoo to the wrong man. I say the wrong man because he took the opportunity to grab hold of my hand and smack the tattoo with all of his strength.

The smack echoed through the apartment and for a split second nobody made a noise or moved. The pain surged through my hand and up my arm and I let out a delayed cry. That was fallowed by Salamanders and Bickslows howling laughter.

"What the fuck Natsu!" I screeched.

As quickly as I spoke, I covered my mouth with my left hand and internally kicked myself. I just called him Natsu, he's gonna kill me.

Bickslow was on the ground hunched over laughing but Salamanders laughter stopped and he looked at me with a stone cold face and a fiery gaze. He was pissed, but I was too tired to deal with this.

I opened my mouth to apologize but he held up a finger and turned around as he pulled his phone out of his pocket. Well that's one way to get out of trouble.

"Hello...Yes this is he...they did what?!"After he screamed, he turned back around and looked at me as he muttered, "N-no... sorry. yes.. Thank you for calling...," and then the phone call was over and he was ordering us around, "Bickslow, pack up. Luce, you're coming with me."

We both nodded and we were in motion, doing exactly as our boss ordered.

I stumbled over to my jacket and very carefully slipped my right arm through the sleeve, careful not to touch my sore skin onto the fabric. As I got ready, I quietly asked, "Where are we goin'?"

Salamander stood next to me, he was also throwing on a jacket along with a beanie and his shoes, and he answered simply, "Wendy's school."

Instantly I felt what little adrenaline my body had left surge. I've been extra protective of her since I've been back, she is the only thing that I have left to live for. Before it was the good feeling I got from being high, but seeing her finally happy is so much better than that.

I looked down to the pink symbol on my hand and let a small smile tug at my lips. She and I finally have a place to be. We finally belonged somewhere. And we were together, nothing could take her from me now.

And this puffy, still partially bleeding tattoo was a beautiful reminder of that. People look at me and think, 'Oh she's just a nobody,' but as soon as their eyes fell on my right hand they would know that I was a part of something. I mattered to someone.

Before, I thought of this tattoo as something that marked me, showing the world that I belonged to Salamander. But now I see, these people get it to tie themselves to one another. I'm so glad I finally agreed to do this.


Natsu POV

Today felt like a pretty successful day, everything was going fine. I sat with Lucy while she got her tattoo done, we joked around a little bit-it finally felt like things were slightly going back to normal.

But then I got a call from the school. I was used to Romeo gettin' in trouble, he was always getting in fights. It seemed that trouble found him no matter where he went.

So I guess he wasn't the best influence on sweet, innocent Wendy. She needed a friend and he stepped up and now look, she's getting into trouble too.

I can't blame him though, she did grow up with Lucy after all. I looked over to said blonde and watched her as she gazed thoughtfully at her new ink. She's been looking at it nonstop since she got it. I could see the fatigue on her face and from how she walked and plopped down into the cab, and I intended on letting her get some rest before Wendy got home. And then the kids just hadto get in trouble and mess up the plans.

"Do you know what happened?" Lucy suddenly spoke, though her eyes still stayed on her right hand.

I sighed and tugged at the small amount of hair that stuck out of the black beanie on my head, "Not entirely, just that Wendy and Romeo and a few other kids jumped some boy in their school."

I didn't tell her why I decided she should come because... well Wendy was becoming our child. I couldn't just deny Lucy parental rights, she did care for Wendy for years. And the school has her listed as a parent so it's only right that she comes along too.

"Hey, Natsu," Lucy turned her head and looked at me. I barely had time to reply to her before she finished, "I don't blame you for treating me like shit. I get it, I fucked up... What I'm tryin' to say is... I'm sorry for everything." Her eyes darted around for a second before falling on me again. "But I want you to know, I'm upset too. I blame myself for everything that's happened. But Erza taught me to not dwell on it, so remember I'm human and have feelings too. Think about that next time before you act like a dick."

With that, she flipped her blonde hair over her shoulder and looked out the window next to her. I just watched in awe, completely lost for words. There were so many things wrong with what she just said. First off, she called me by name after how many times telling her not to. Then she pretty much told me she understands why I treat her like shit, but then asked not to?

And I never really considered her feelings. It's so easy to only think of yourself when shit goes down.

"W-well that's no fun," I muttered, still watching her. "Where's the fun in picking on you if you're just gonna lay back and take it?"

Lucy's brown eyes found mine again and a small, almost shy smile tugged at her lips before she covered her mouth with her hands and started to giggle.


Okay guys, so how fricken bad was that?

I feel like I've lost my touch.

It took so long just to write this small ass chapter and I am still not happy with it.

Ugh, well lemme know what ya'll thought, just please be considerate. I know It wasn't my best.

Oh and the reason I had the tattoo all ghetto is cuz that's how my first tattoo was (I wasn't the most intelligent person.) I was about 16, i went with my friend and her boyfriend to some doodes house and he got fresh with me while he did the tattoo on the back of my neck. Not to mention he used a sharpie to draw it which is like highly unsafe cuz it's toxic.

That and my friends boyfriend smacked the shit outta my tattoo after it was done D: talk about bein a jerk!

I tell you this so you learn from my dumbass mistakes, if you're ever going to get a tattoo please go somewhere clean. There are all kinds of dangers if you don't.

Anywho, I promise I'll update this weekend coming up!

I wont neglect you guys again

Oh and guys fingers crossed for me getting a job at tops ^.^

alright

xoxo

-Bean