Ch. 40 — Drake
Day: 40
Disclaimer: I do not own Fairy Tail!
Genre: Romance
Summary: Superhero AU. Lucy Heartfilia is a starving writer, with a life boring enough to put most to sleep. Still, she tries to look for adventure everywhere, and eventually it comes to her — in the form of the superhero Drake, her home city's resident pyromaniac.
Lucy closed the door to her study behind her, sliding down into a sitting position and dropping her head into her hands. After a few minutes of contemplating lazy, half-formed thoughts, she stood up with sigh and trudged over to her desk, which was carpeted with potential story ideas (most of which Lucy knew she would never build on), and the remains of old candy bars.
When she had cleared a relatively uncluttered area, she took her laptop out of the tote bag that was slung over her shoulder and placed it atop the desk.
She opened up a new document, turned on some music, and grabbed a chocolate. Alright. Now she was ready.
Lucy took a bite of the bar, then grabbed a random post-it. She scanned the words scribbled on it's surface, then, with an approving nod, set it back down and set fingers to keyboard.
She had only written a few paragraphs when she hold a ringing crash from across her apartment, the kind so loud that it that triggers a headache with it's vibrations.
The blonde shot up and raced to find the source of the sound, flinging open her door to find…. oh wow.
There, lying spreadeagled on her floor, surrounded by a sparkling mosaic of glass shards from Lucy's broken window, was a man.
And his salmon pink hair wasn't even the strangest thing about him.
His features were mostly hidden by a bright orange mask that ended just before his nose. Two spiraling horns stuck out out of his head, and he was dressed in… omygod. A skin-tight, and when Lucy says skin-tight, she means skin-frickin-tight, red and yellow suit.
He groaned, and Lucy stumbled back, shocked out of her numb daze. "W-who the heck are you?!"
The man didn't answer, just staggered up and lept back out, vanishing over the windowsill. She gasped and sprinted to the window. But, when she looked out, the only thing she could see was a thin spiral of smoke snaking up in the distance.
Duh, duh, duhhhhh!
Might continue this, might not. *shrug* It doesn't really strike that much of a chord.
Natsu: Ooooooh! Superhero! ME! YASSSSSS!
…you're already a dragon slayer.
Natsu: But SUPERPOWERS are different!
…
Replies:
Guest: Hehehehehe. (That was my lame evil laughter my the way.)
crazyangelgirl21: Why thank you, thank you very much. (Yes I use that joke too much.) I try to use reverse psychology also, but I stink at it sooooooo…. :) The thing I am good at, however, is using the longest and most confusing words I can when speaking. I don't do that here because you guys actually read this of your own accord, whereas my friends do not listen to me of their own free will.
Alyss Hatter: Glad you thought so! Your reviews always make me smile :)