Temptation is a Sin, Right?!

(A/N: So I noticed a few of my readers are confused with the set up of the story. Well to be fair I'm only four chapters in and if I through out all the plot at the beginning, not only would my readers be bored but so would I. I might also want to add it would take away from the build up aswell. So bare with me my loveliess, all will be answered in time. I am trying something new, hoping to get a better results that I got from my old stories. Just enjoy the ride. I love you guys. You make this all worth while for me. Thank you so much!

I do not own Fairy Tail. That would be Hiro Mashima. 😊

Chapter Four: The Plot Thickens

"Zeref!"

Startled by strangely familiar voice, Lucy dropped the book she'd been holding when her body jerked. The boy with the ebony hair didn't seem fazed by the yelling, or when a hand landed on his shoulder and squeezed. The golden haired girl followed the curve of the long fingers, her eyes drifting over masculine knuckles and the fine hairs that sprouted from the top of the arm until her eyes lock with a dark blue colored eyes set in a ivory hued face. It took her only a second to realize the boy was the one who saved her from a teacher's wrath. Up close he was even more heavenly, all golden and gorgeous. Lucy's heart picked up tempo only after lodging itself in her throat. She swallowed nervously and hoped she wouldn't choke on her own heartbeat.

"Sorry if I surprised you." He spoke in a bored tone as he pushed his glasses with the heel of his palm, "I've been looking everywhere for you, Zeref."

The dark haired boy eyed the new comer for a few moments before he spoke, "Sorry."

"No need to apologize." The blond turned his eyes on Lucy even though he spoke to the other boy, "Just leave the books on my bed. I'll see you tomorrow at noon."

Zeref nodded in understanding but said nothing more to either of them. Instead he bent somewhat stiffly, retrieved the book Lucy dropped and after adding it to the stack he currently held. Lucy watched the strange boy proceed in the direction of the large doors she entered through, until the doors swung closed in his wake. Once he was gone she turned her attention back to the boy with the sunshine hair and dark eyes. He was staring at her in way that made her face feel hot. She looked away quickly, hoping he hadn't noticed her cheek flaming a red that rivaled even the book the boy from earlier picked up off the floor.

"I...um-uh..." Lucy twisted a lock of her hair around her finger, all nerves and not sure what else to say.

"Your that girl from earlier." He stated in a deadpan tone.

"Yes, I was the one talking to Mr. Dreyar this afternoon." She graced him with a friendly smile, "Actually it was more like getting a lecture than talking."

He returned her smile which surprised her, "Laxus isn't always so hard-edged. It's just how he intimidates the first years. I'm Sting by the way, Sting Eucliffe."

"Lucy."

"Well now that the introductions are over, I have to ask you a question that may require a personal answer." He made a face she wasn't sure how to place, "Answer if you want but I won't be surprised if you don't."

Lucy glanced at her cellphone and tried not to panic when she saw what time it was, "You can ask me what ever you want as long as you don't expect anything. Can we walk though? I don't want to be caught in the halls after curfew."

"After you." He swept his arms in a gesture that signified she could lead, "Your in building C, right?"

She nodded, "Yeah, how did you know? Wait...you are not one of those creepy stalker jerks, are you?"

Sting's laugh was loud and deep, a sound that made her heart pitch against her ribcage in excitement. For a second she thought he was going to take offense to her brash mannerisms. It was only after he tilted his head to look at her did she realize he'd laughed because he'd found her amusing. The tears at the corners of his eyes and the look he was giving her told her as much, as they slipped out of the library and started down the hall. She opted to ignore the boorish scenery and decided to watch the boy to her right.

He really was perfection personified, though not as devilishly handsome as the boy who attacked her earlier. He was the type of boy you pictures surrounded by runway models and actresses, which made her wonder why he was with her. Maybe he was one of those pretty boys that thought they were average looking. She doubted that much, he knew he was sexy just by glancing at his state of dress. Dark blue and black checkered sleep pants that hugged his waist and flared slightly at the legs and his black t-shirt fit him just right and left little to the imagination about how well defined his pectorals and abs were.

I wonder how he ended up in Fairy Academy and not making a career out of flaunting his perfect self. She mused as they turned down another hall.

It was that thought that brought her back to the morning her maid deposited the brochure and a heavy envelope in her lap. Lucy remembered looking down at the smooth folded paper her mouth opened slightly in awe. Then before she could utter a sound, the sweet old lady she shared her secret with ushered her out of the sitting room and into her private quarters. She would have protested at her lack of empathy, but it was best she open it away from prying eyes. If Demetrius caught wind that she was plotting an escape, she would be damned.

"Is something wrong?" He sounded worried, though she couldn't honestly tell by looking at him.

"I'm fine." She flashed him what she hoped was a reassuring grin, "Why do you ask?"

The boy with the glowing bright locks looked away, his thumb and pointer finger stroking his chin in a thoughtful manner. They remained quiet for longer than Lucy felt comfortable, but she couldn't ignore how cute he looked pondering his musings. So she smiled warmly before dropping her gaze to her feet, her own mind leaving to her own questions. After about ten minutes she was beyond edgy, did such a simple question need such a well thought out answer? Or did he forget she was there entirely? Even worse, did she succeed in finally annoying him?

She rang her wrists as they continued on, the need to break the uncomfortable spell they were under knawing it's way deeper into her chest. Was he oblivious, or did he feel it too? She looked up and wasn't surprised to find him still deep in thought. Was he really that deep of a guy, he didn't look as such.

"Sting." She spoke softly with a nervous smile playing on her lips, "Are you still here with me?"

"Why are you here?" He asked suddenly as if she hadn't spoken, "I just remembered I had a question for you."

Lucy sighed, "Oh...well-uh I needed space. The step-loser had all the plans for me that I didn't want part in so I decided Fairy Academy would be the perfect place for a free spirited girl who constantly questioned him and his motives for shaping the family."

"Step-loser...I do not quite follow." He cocked an eyebrow at her while tilting his head to the side, which made her head spin.

"It's a sort of nickname I came up with for him." She explained matter-of-factly, "I guess I shouldn't call him that since we have no relation what so ever. He's just always treated me as such since my dad passed."

"Oh I get it." He spoke while nodding his head, "I take it you do not like him very much."

Lucy's cheeks puffed up as she started to pout, "I know this is going to sound childish, but it is the truth. He started it. I tried to like him at first to pacify my father but he made it apparent real quick he wasn't even going to try. So I decided in the end why should I. We've been on the top of each other's hit list for some time now."

Sting nodded slowly, his eyes focused on the floors as the pair continued down the hall. The remaining trek to the girl's dormitory was filled in such a thick haze of silence Lucy idly wondered if she opened her mouth to break it, would she suffocate. The thought made her edgy, but no where near as uncomfortable as the quiet. She spared him a quick glance out of the corner of her eye and was surprised to find him looking directly at her.

"What?" She asked in a harsh tone, regretting it immediately.

He smiled warmly at her, "Oh nothing. I was just wondering what your story is."

"My story, w-what do you mean my story?" She asked in a bewildered tone.

"You know, your story." He emphasizedid moving his arms in an archive, "Kinda like what I asked earlier about why you were here, but with more details. I'm curious about you, Lucy."

"I-uh well-um..." Lucy sputtered her cheeks warming, "Well you see-"

"What hell are you doing here?!"

The harsh masculine voice shattered the good mood settling over the pair, making Lucy flinch as though the words were a physical punch to to gut. Her attention snapped to the speaker, her large chocolate brown eyes widening the moment she saw the boy. Natsu stood a few feet before the pair, his salmon hued hair looking almost scarlet under halo of the old fashion wall lanterns. His dark eyes were narrowed, his eyes focused on not Lucy but Sting. Puzzled she spared a quick glance to the blond beside her out of the corner of her eye, all the more confused by how unaffected by the intrusion into their banter.

"Natsu..." Sting stated in a bland tone, "I should be asking you the samething."

"Yeah well...I asked first." The picked haired boy snapped, "Shouldn't someone as straight laced as you be in the boy's dorm practicing math equations or ironing his socks."

Lucy clamped her hand over her mouth to stiffle a sudden chuckle, a movement caught by the boy standing beside her. Sting's eyebrows lowered heavily over his eyes at the jab, a whirl of retorts swirling on the tip of his tongue. Thinking better of it however, the golden haired youth pushed the heel of his hand against his wire rimmed glasses causing the light to reflect off the lenses. With a sigh Sting turned his attention to Lucy, a polite smile gracing his mouth before muttering sincere adieu and turning on his heel to head in the direction they were heading from. She watched him go, a bitting rage setting a slow burn in her belly.

"What the hell is your problem!?" Lucy snapped heatedly, not at all sure why she was feeling such an emotion towards a boy she hardly knew.

"I have no problem, but you might if you hang around that guy too much." Natsu gave her a look that made her feel like a complete moron, "You best hurry back to your room before the night patrol comes around. Trust me sweet-cheeks, you do not want Mr. Elfman to catch you."

Lucy glared at him, "Firstly my name is Lucy, not sweet-cheeks. Secondly...to be honest I have no freaking idea where the heck I am."

"Oh yeah you are that freshman girl from earlier." He spoke lowly as he moved into her personal space and studied her face, "Elevator girl, right?"

Her face burned white-hot, "Are you freaking kidding me!"

A slow smirk spread across his mouth, taking a step back his grin widening. Such a gesture left the blond speechless, the boy had such a brilliant smile all perfectly aligned bleach white teeth that stole her breath away. Awestruck by such a dazzling yet odd boy, her anger fizzled away to nothing and before she could stop herself she returned the gesture.

"I guess I may of left more of an impression on you than I thought." He said smuggly, "And here I thought you hated my guts."

"Oh I most certainly do, you condescending dirtbag." She snapped with a pointed glare, "But I am willing to let it go if you tell me how to get back to the girl dormitory."

"I'll do you one better." He nodded in the direction she'd been walking with Sting, "I'll take you there."

"I don't know about that." She made an unsure face, gazing longingly over his shoulder, "I'm sure I find it on my own."

Natsu shook his head in clear doubt of her words, "I don't think so. Somehow Sting had you headed toward the faculty lounge. Did I even want to know?"

"W-what?!" Lucy's face blanched, "You have got to be kidding me."

"Nope. Can't say that I am Luce." He gave her a knowing look, "If you are worried about earlier, I have to intention or repeating and intend to chalk it up to hormones and leave it at that."

Lucy's stomach sank as to why she was unsure, "Yeah whatever. Let's just go. I think I hear footsteps."

Sting waited patiently until he could no longer hear the Natsu and Lucy's footfalls, before evacuating the room he ducked into. He bit into his bottom lip in clear annoyance to his failure to perform the task given to him. The leader of the order was going to give him the lecture of a lifetime for his mistake, but how was he to know he wants alone. The platinum blond muttered a curse under his breath, before shoving his hands in his pockets and moving down the long hallway. He had time before the leaders plan to come into effect and there was always tomorrow.

With a yawn he tugged his phone free of his pants pocket, intent on sending his boss a quick text amessage and calling it a night. Yet before his finger press a key to start his message, his flat smart phone began to vibrate wildly in his palm. The name of his boss flashed across his wide screen, making him curse under his breath. For a moment or two he contemplated playing possum, by the third moment he decided better of it. There was really no way to know who else was on the leaders payroll, for all the blond knew there could be someone one watching him now.

"Yes?" He opted out of pleasantries knowing better, "I was just on my way to you."

"I am well aware of that fact." The speaker stated blandly through the speaker onot his phone.

Than why call... He thought in an almost hostile voice.

Sting cleared his throat hoping to force his unease from his body, "What can I do for you, boss?"

"I assume you met with the girl, or am I mistaken?" Came the reply after a few too many heartbeats.

"Yes sir."

"Good boy, seeing as its pass curfew don't worry about bringing her to me." The voice instructed, "Anything else to report?"

Sting bit his lips hard enough to bring blood to the surface, "Yes actually and you are not going to like it, boss."

"Then you best tell me anyway." Sting didn't miss the bitting edge of the masculine voice on the other end.

"A certain pastel haired affliction has found his way to her." Sting spoke lowly, "I'm not sure for how long but he is with her now."

A frigid chill as sharp as virgin sword traveled down his spine in a slow crawl. A dull pain centered at the base of the left side of his neck where his mark resided, making him hiss in agony. Darkness danced behind his eyes, beckoning him into its cold embrace with whispers of peace it seldom delivered. Sting was no idiot, he knew what was using such a cruel and dark power on him. His leader was not happy.

"Well this is me." Lucy mumbled as she reached into her pocket for her key card to her dorm.

She glanced at the boy she still couldn't seem to wrap her head around. Natsu was had been everything but conversational on their journey across the campus to Fairy Hills. The blond hadn't wanted a full on 'getting to know you' session with boy, but it would've been nice if she didn't feel a hostile aura around him every time she opened her mouth to speak. It was quite disheartening for someone who was trying to start over and hopefully find her place in the life seasier was creating, she didn't need to be met with brick wall after brick wall.

"Thank you by the way." She gave him a slight nod, "You better get going. I'd hate for you to end up in detention on your first day."

Natsu answered her underlying worries with a shrug of his strong shoulders, turning on his heel but making no move to leave. For reasons she was not aware, she felt her cheeks burn in both frustration and something heady feeling she'd never felt before. It was both pleasant and alarming at the same time, making her heart race and sink simultaneously. The pink haired boy was indeed attractive, but his soar perverse mannerisms were a potent turn off for the uppercrust blond. Lucy hoped that because she'd know of his existence for just under a day, that maybe just maybe there was something good about the boy. Only time could tell.

"Why did you kiss me?" She asked in an offhanded way, "In the elevator this morning."

Natsu's shoulders jerked up and down in a noticeable flinch, "Are you still fixated on that?"

"Not fixated so much as perplexed." She answered, her arms crossing over her chest.

He didn't turn to face her right away, but when he did there was no missing the stoic look in those dark eyes. The blond held her own against the boy, eagerly awaiting his reply. Her stance impatient as she stood in the door way of her dorm, her eyes fixated on his pale emotionally devoid face. She had no intention of letting him leave until he explained his reasons behind stealing her first kiss and disappearing. She'd like to believe she deserved more than that.

"I can't say I mind leaving such a pretty dull girl like you pining for me." He said with a smirk, "Let's just leave it at that."

"I get it you are a jerk." She snapped her eyes narrowing into a glare, "I can't believe that though. You saw it too. Admit it!"

"I don't know what you are talking about." He growled as he returned her glare, " You are crazy and on that note I am going."

Lucy watched him go, her rage building until she swung open her door and closed it hard behind her.

(A/N: And there you have it. Some plot and maybe a villain? Next chapter should be up next week. Almost done converting what I wrote into a document. Anyhoo, don't forget tof leave me some feedback. Take care my lovlies!)