I'm very sorry that this took almost a MONTH to update. I've got reason, most reasons aren't acceptable, but... No biggy?
Firstly, I had family leave, and family visit, and my birthday, which really didn't have anything important happen. Then, I've had my normal life: working with the family (#fam), walking with my buddy, and other stuff like that.
Speaking of my buddy, he currently has a broken back, so, if you could, keep him in your prayers.
Also, on the list on not acceptable excuses, I've been spending a lot of free time play "Resident Evil 5." I just love it, and I went a year without playing it, so I'm trying to make up for lost time.
And, probably the only excuse without any holes in it, I didn't know what to write. I have motivation - I wanted to write. I just didn't know what to write.
That's all, for now, at least. I'll speak (type) to you guys at the end of the chapter.
Stars Were Meant For Light; Chapter 11: Miss
Lucy's P.O.V
I was dragging Sting out of the inn, but I had the feeling he was letting himself be dragged. But that wasn't important at the moment.
Ever since I was a child, I've dreamed of visiting Crocus: the flower blooming capital! My dad had always declined my requests of visiting, saying that a vacation would interrupt my studies.
Once I had joined Fairy Tail, I tried to find a job in Crocus, but none came up.
But focusing on the past isn't going to help anything. Focusing on the past just means you're stuck in the past.
If you focus on the future, you'll have everything planned, but nothing accomplished.
That's why it's best to focus on the present.
Soon, I had dragged Sting out of the inn, onto the road, and then stopped. I realized that I had no idea where anything in this city was – not even my inn! But that wasn't the problem – I had promised Sting I wouldn't waste the room in the inn. The problem was: I was going to make myself look like an idiot in front of Sting.
Normally, I wouldn't care – I would just make up an excuse to why I stopped. But Sting had grown up, he'd know if I was lying or not.
"Lucy?" His voice made its way into my ear.
"Y-Yeah?" I replied as I turned to face him.
He smirked, "You don't know where you're going, do you?"
My mouth formed a very awkward smile, "I-I do. It's j-just…"
He chuckled, before he started dragging me somewhere, "We'll just be wasting time if we stand there." He dragged me through the streets, down an alley, which connected to another street, and we, eventually, reached the outskirts of town.
By the time we reached it, though, I was out of breath. "Sting… Can… You slow… Down?"
He stopped and turned around. He grinned, "Sorry, I guess I forgot how slow you were." And before I could give him a piece of my mind, he, once again, picked me up with both his arms.
I blushed, "H-Hey…"
"What?"
I shook my head, even though he probably wouldn't notice, "Never mind." He continued to carry me, while we just headed to our destination in silence. The sound of the birds chirping, and the wind rustling the leaves.
He stopped and put me down. I may have been embarrassed to be carried, but I couldn't say that my legs weren't thankful. "Sting," I said, "What are we doing here?"
"Look over there and look down." He answered.
"Down?" I mumbled. I looked where he said, and looked down at Crocus. I was so caught up in my thoughts, I hadn't notice Sting took me up a hill.
The view was… Breathtaking. The streets, which were crowded with people, were beginning to light up, as the sun set and the moon rose. The elaborate design of the streets and houses was like one gigantic maze.
I tried to find the inn Fairy Tail and I were staying in. But, alas, I failed. In the corner of my eye, I saw Domus Flau, and turned to face it. In fact, it was the first time I took notice of the actual design of the arena. To build something that big would take a lot of time, the added details not a part of it.
Hearing something next to me – something like the sound of crumbling grass. Turning, I saw the Sting had sat down as well.
I smiled. He hadn't changed one bit – excluding his physical appearance. He was still the stubborn, cocky, sometimes annoying, pestering little kid at heart. But I was glad for that.
Somewhere In Crocus; X791
?'s P.O.V
I looked at the sign on the building to confirm my location. Just the place I was looking for: 'Essence Magique.' I stepped into the alley next to the restaurant. About three-fourths down, there was a door on the side of building.
Trying to open it, I turned the lock. Closed. It seems as though some people have forgotten about me. I brought my fist back before sending it forward – slamming into the door, right above the lock.
Satisfied with the damage, a grin made its way on my face, and then I successfully opened the door. It's a shame, really, that someone is going to have to buy a new door, all because they forgot to unlock it.
Once inside, the smell of food hit me. It was strong, stronger than it would be at any other point in the restaurant, but that's because I was in the kitchen.
It seemed nobody had noticed me yet, so I grabbed a chef who was passing in front of me. At first, his eyes were angry, but they quickly changed to show fear.
I looked into his hazel eyes, glaring at them. He began to speak, "M-Miss! I-I'm s-s-so sorry t-that I d-didn't n-notice you!"
Normally, I would enjoy my time with people's fear, but I was far too busy. "Tell me," I said, eying him, "Where Charlotte and Amy are."
"She – Charlotte," It seemed he had gotten over the stutter, and was trying to end this conversation as soon as possible, "Is serving a table – she should be back momentarily. And Amy, she's still out there at the desk – seating people."
I looked at him, "Very well, then. Tell them to meet in the back room in five minute. No more, no less." I let my grip on him go, pushing him to the ground. Turning around, I began to make my way to the back room, before stopping. I grinned, "Oh, you may also want to tell Mr. Yajima that he needs a new door."
"Also," I said, while turning around to meet his eyes, "Tell him: Best regards, Minerva. I'm sure he needn't a last name."
The excuse-for-a-person chef nodded, and I continued my journey to the back room. I grinned, once again.
Being powerful is nice.
I don't think I mentioned that this chapter is exactly 1,000 words.
Anyway, thanks for being so patient, and I'll try to do a better update next time.
Don't forget to review! I read every single review I get. Also, check out my other story! It's another StiCy, and I've got big hopes for it.
Again, thanks for being understanding, and I will see you guys next update.
~Peter