Disclaimer: I don't own Fairy Tail, k? (-.-)

And So They Meet

No matter how much you look at him, Natsu Dragneel is an ordinary kid at all angles. Except for two facts and that is 1.) he has a superhuman head and 2.) he has PINK hair (but he would argue that it's salmon).

"You can see me?!"

The floating figure in front of him asked, her eyes shining so bright and lips forming into a grin, "Uwaa~! I'm so glad you can see me!" Natsu, with big surprised eyes, presumed this 'floating-thingy' to be an angel. But they're supposed to be serene, majestic, and wear elegant, long robes.

And this was just plain childish, annoying, and what's more weird is that she's wearing the same as him – the school uniform.

Natsu averted his gaze to someplace else, looking anywhere but the girl in front of him. 'Maybe I'm just hallucinating?' he thought as he lit his cigarette and looked down, 'I must be going crazy…'

The girl, with a halo of blonde hair, seemed to be real. And he wanted to believe it until he realized that her f*cking feet weren't touching the goddamn FLOOR.

'This is just an imaginary friend you created, Natsu Dragneel,' he thought as he inhaled the smoke, 'You are most definitely not seeing a dumb blonde in front of you floating around. You're just getting so lonely that you created her...'

He let out a girl-I mean, manly (manly as he can because he would beg to disagree that he yelped like a teenage girl)-shriek as he felt the wannabe-angel's hands touch his, "Don't be like that!" it exclaimed, "I don't bite~!"

"I know you're lonely! And so am I!" she chimed as she floated around the area, possibly ignoring the fact that it's not every day you see a spirit talking to you, "Come on, talk to me!"

"No," the latter hissed, "I don't know you. Please leave." he struggled to release the grip of the girl but it was too strong, 'Goddamit, how strong is she?!' after countless tries of gently (well, more like violently) tugging her hand, the grip was released and he was finally free.

Second thoughts entered him as he looked at the girl's pitiful face, her eyes shining brightly yet sadly as if saying please, ' .Never.' he thought as he shrugged it off and dashed downstairs.

As he ran full force, he could still hear the girl's voice, telling him to slow down or to either wait for her. But he complied with neither both, still making his way home. Truth to be told, he was kind of guilty for doing that. But come on, it's weird, freaky….and weird!

"Wait, please!" this allowed spurred him to go faster, noticing that the voice was somehow getting closer, making the weak spirit–as he assumed because she was too slow, but he wondered how she was able to hold him tight–left alone.

Natsu could only hear the painful throbbing of his heart when he left school grounds. 'Damn ghost,' he clicked his tongue in disgust as he finally reached his home, 'making me all tired like that…'

"I'm really going crazy..." was all he could manage to say after falling into a deep slumber.

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"What a sh*ty day." Natsu muttered as he stood up in the mirror with all his glory. He appeared less tan and frailer today. His pink hair was in a mess and instead of it defying gravity, it seemed to come down. His eyes were groggy and he was still in his school uniform.

Surely Igneel were to scold him if he saw him at this state.

"Natsu! Breakfast is ready!"

'You're okay now, Natsu. You're okay now.' he reassured himself, putting on a fresh pair of clothes, "Coming!"

Maybe she wasn't real after all?

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Well, he thought wrong.

"You were soooo mean yesterday!"

He inwardly groaned at the whining of the said-ghost, who, surprisingly, has been waiting in front of his house all morning. Just when he thought she was gone did she have come back for him.

"I told you to wait for me! But noooo, you didn't!" she glared at him, arms crossed and face plastered with a scowl. She had been bothering him since morning and was now in front of him. Well, more specifically, his desk.

As it continued its wailing, Natsu carefully – or more like, sneakily – brought out a bag of sweets from his backpack (thank Mavis for Igneel and his cooking skills) and cunningly shoved it to the ghost. Hoping that she would stop all the b*tchy whining because he had to do well in school.

A few seconds later, all the sobbing and wailing turned into misfits of laughter. Natsu nonchalantly shifted his head to the right and saw that the girl was amused with the food, popping it happily into her mouth.

"I guess you aren't a big fat meanie after all!" she grinned at him as she finished, "I'm Lucy! What's your name?"

'What's with the sudden mood change?' he exasperatedly thought as he gave the ghost a stern look. He didn't want to talk to class. Everyone would think he was weird – not that they don't – and he didn't want to get into trouble either.

So he just sighed and scribbled on a piece of paper. 'NATSU.' he wrote on the side of his notebook.

The ghost smiled and blocked his view from the blackboard, anticipating his every move and response. Somehow thinking that he was gonna talk to her.

He was hoping that she'd get the message. But, alas, the ghost was as dumb as she looked. She tilted her head and patiently waited for the message. 'MOVE, YOU TWIT.' his eyes narrowed at the girl, but she only examined every inch of his face.

'MOVE.' he scribbled on a torn piece of paper and passed it to her.

"Oh, sorry~!" 'Lucy' let out a sheepish grin before complying and stepping aside. The girl floated to the window and sat on it, not bothering to avert her gaze from the boy.

"Sooo," she mumbled, trying to start a conversation. But Natsu could barely care less, he needed to pay attention and he needs to RIGHT NOW, "what'cha doin'?"

This is definitely gonna be a looooong day…

TO BE CONTINUED