Okay, so I got excited and wrote this as an intro to Pradesh Week...
As always, here's the disclaimer: All I own is my OC... The Pradesh characters belong to the talented Desna, and Faily Tail is all Hiro Mashima's creation.
Prologue
She growled and threw the damned vase stuffed with its fucking yellow roses at the hallway mirror. The blonde didn't even flinch as the glass shattered her furious reflection and fell to the floor, its shards mingling with the broken porcelain. To hell with seven years bad luck, her whole life had been a cluster fuck of shit fortune up until this point anyway. She looked around for more things to break, more things that reminded her of him and the way he'd destroyed her heart.
A sleeve hanging out of the bottom of the chest of drawers in her bedroom caught her eye. His clothes. That drawer was full of them. Lucy stomped over, her whole being filled with hate and a will to inflict even a fraction of the pain on him that he'd caused her.
"Mavis. What did he do this time?" a familiar female voice called from the open front door.
The blonde turned to see Amalie stepping delicately over the mess she'd made in the hallway and glared at her friend. "What do you want, Am?"
"Permission to blow his house up?" she asked innocently, her vivid green eyes sparkling with mischief. The Celestial mage growled in response and went back to pulling the asshole's clothes from their previous home in her bedroom. Lucy knew she wasn't joking, knew that she was more than capable of it thanks to her Change magic, but taking her up on the offer was overstepping the line from destroying his shit in a fit of petty rage to participating in a criminal act.
At least when Team Natsu did it to random villages, it was an accident. She cringed at the thought of facing her team, but knew it would happen sooner or later. Preferably later. Much, much later.
"I still have diplomatic immunity, you know," the other woman wheedled good naturedly as she leaned against the door frame and watched the Celestial mage's furious movements. "You could claim complete ignorance."
The blonde didn't trust herself to reply - it really was a very tempting offer - as she stood up to open her closet. She grabbed the dress that she'd worn on their first date and added it to the pile of crap to burn before reaching for the couples costume they'd worn only weeks ago for Halloween.
Scarred hands grabbed hers before she could pull the slinky backless black dress she'd worn for their one year anniversary of its hanger. Lucy growled and looked up at Amalie for the first time since she'd arrived as she snapped, "What?"
"I like that dress," the pale pinkette explained with a shrug, not letting go of her friends hands even as she struggled to get free. Lucy hated her in that moment; hated her for being calm and rational and slightly taller. And stronger. "If you're going to throw it out, I'll take it. Now, hurry up with your tantrum and pack your shit up. We're going to Bosco tomorrow."
"I don't want to go to Bosco," the blonde snarled, but her anger was deflating the longer Amalie prevented her from ripping her wardrobe apart. She glared at her friend, pissed off that she was no longer furious. She wanted to be mad, dammit, and she wanted to throw things and scream. She wanted to be the opposite of the normally forgiving person who always seemed to get walked all over. "Let me go."
Amalie smirked at her, and in that moment Lucy knew the pinkette had something that the Celestial mage most definitely wanted before the words were even spoken.
"Not even for a million jewel and the possibility of a silver key?"