Disclaimer: I don't own Fairy Tail, for I am not awesome enough nor creative enough.

Natsu had no idea what he was supposed to do in a situation like this. Just as he had gotten up to leave, a pair of hands shoved a hastily wrapped package into his hands. Surprised, Natsu looked up and found the blonde he had been anxiously waiting for. Her cheeks were red and puffed out, her sweater hanging off one shoulder and her bag was very close to spilling all of its contents onto the ground. She still wasn't able to speak, so she flicked her eyes back and forth between him and the package in his hands to indicate that he should open it. Cautiously, Natsu unwrapped the newspaper and found a pound of raw bacon in his hands.

Please, if you don't think that's strange, re-read that sentence.

And so his speechlessness is explained. Never in his life had anyone given him a present as randomly as this, never the less give him BACON of all things. Did this girl miss gift giving class or something? Oh, wait, never mind...

"Thanks?" Natsu's voice sounded unsure, but Lucy didn't pick up on it. The girl smiled tentatively at him, straightening up and fixing her clothes. Her expectant gaze made him realize one key thing Natsu had forgotten to think of. He had no clue what they should do in this "lesson".

"What is the first lesson, Sensei?" She asked him seriously. A couple that was passing by turned and stared at him for a moment, making Natsu laugh nervously so they would walk away. The two looked at each other and shrugged, walking away and giggling about something stupid. He breathed a sigh of relief before glaring at the clueless Lucy.

"Don't call me Sensei," he bit out.

"Okay, Natsu-sama."

"No."

"Master Natsu?"

"Rejected."

"Doctor Normal?"

"And we come to lesson one: Don't call people weird names," He looked to another couple who had been listening to this little naming fiesta with facial expressions consisting of worry and amusement. Natsu started laughing again awkwardly, jabbing the blond next to him with his elbow as a signal to do the same. Lucy just stared at him in confusion and annoyance as she rubbed her ribs, and the couple quickly walked off to get as far away from him as possible.

"Lesson two: When one starts laughing randomly, you laugh as well," Natsu tucked the package of bacon into his bag and started to walk off. Lucy scurried after him, staying a little bit behind him, as if she was trying to hide from the oncoming traffic on the streets.

Well, this was going to be interesting.

Levy's eyebrow twitched in annoyance. She had been peacefully working out her hangover, only screaming once at some stupid teenagers to shut up, when it happened. A hulking mass of muscle, black hair and silver piercings walked through the library's doors and into the stacks. She would've been fine with his presence if he hadn't turned out to be a book switcher. Yes, this man was from the scum of the earth, one who took the neat, ORGANIZED literature and placed it in an entirely new location. Every time he did so he would walk back to the table and Levy would be forced to get up and fix it.

Levy did not like exercise. Exercise was for non-book readers.

He got up with the most recent victim and Levy snapped. She marched over to the studded man, grabbed the stud in his ear, and dragged him out of the library.

"What is wrong with you?" She snapped at the scumbag, who was staring at her in disbelief. She clapped her hands in his face to get his attention. "Hey, did those piercings drill into your head or something?"

"Sorry, you looked familiar," he grumbled.

"Well, that's nice and all, but I have a problem. You see, books are placed in certain spots for a reason," She poked him in the chest and tried to contain her scream of pain from crushing her finger in the process, "And if I see you put one more out of place, I swear to the Book God I will find out where you live and fill your room with encyclopedias," She turned sharply on her heel and skipped back into the library after her threat, leaving a dazed iron face behind wondering what just happened. Inside the library, Levy was left to wonder over the slight feeling she had got from him. Now that she thought about it, there was something familiar about those piercings...

Lucy was having a hard time trying to keep up with what Natsu was doing. They were in a small internet cafe, trying to channel the Google God while munching on some cookies, and Natsu was muttering words to himself as he started at the computer screen in front of him. The small space was making Lucy uncomfortable and the dark walls were starting to close in on her. Though there weren't that many people sitting in the room but there were still enough to make her sweat. Natsu nodded his head one final time and clicked his way off of the search engine. He swung around and looked her up and down for a few minutes, circling her like a predator scopes out his prey. She scrunched up a bit out of habit, trying to look as small and insignificant as possible.

"Okay then. According to Wikipedia, we need to first establish what it is that makes you not normal. Make a list," he handed her a napkin and pen. Lucy looked down, unsure of what to write. She had never really been able to interact with kids her age; the last time she was able to play with another child was before her mother died, when she was eight. As a result of her solitude, she was very limited in the whole human interaction department, except for her friends, of course (which were really a miracle, because why they choose to befriend her was a total mystery to Lucy), and strangely enough, Natsu.

It's probably the hair. She thought to herself. His hair was a soft, pretty, rosy pink that was spiked all over his head. The color itself was so feminine it made it hard to not trust the man, even if he was a stranger. Can pink even be a dangerous color? You don't hear about criminals or scary creatures with pink on them. Unless they were stained with blood, then pink was an acceptable color. But, you never hear anyone scream, "LOOK OUT FOR THE MAN IN THE PINK HAIR" in movies or books.

Back to the task, Lucy, She snapped herself back into focus. Her attention skills were probably something to be desired. Let's see, what else...

"Talking to yourself should also go on the list," Natsu broke through her thoughts. She blushed furiously and looked down to the short list she had to far. It didn't really seem complete, but it was a pretty good start:

Claustrophobia

Attention Span

People Skills

Talking to self

She slid the napkin back to Natsu, his eyes quickly skimming the list. He fiddled with the scarf that was around his neck, which Lucy hadn't noticed before and which he was not wearing when she first met him. It was white and checkered as if to look like scales. It was a curious scarf, one that looked as out of place as his hair did. Strangely enough, it actually worked.

"People skills and your fears first. You're more shy than I originally thought was possible," He took another cookie from the plate and gave her another piercing stare. Lucy looked away from his eyes and focused on her hands that were neatly folded in her lap.

"People are just so...peopley," she sighed, looking up to find Natsu hacking on his cookie. She watched, slightly amused, as he slapped his chest and tried not to die. The other customers in the cafe looked up curiously, and a couple others got up as if they were going to help. They didn't, of course; from what Lucy had observed in her life, people were usually selfish. However, when she brought her friends into consideration, she knew it wasn't true. Nice people like her friends could never be selfish. She turned her attention back to her teacher just as he finally stopped dying.

"Thanks for helping me," he snapped sarcastically.

"I didn't really help you, but you're welcome," she said, becoming even more confused when she saw Natsu face palm.

"You can't even use- never mind, not important. So, your grand reason for not trusting people is because they are too peopley?" He was almost shrieking by the end of his question.

"Yeah. They lie all the time, and usually they're selfish," she watched Natsu's mouth gape like a fish out of water. He seemed to be at a total loss of words, and she was almost smug that she was able to stump him like this. Heh, who's the weird one now, huh Natsu?

"Well, you still need to trust people mo-." Lucy heard a crack of thunder sound outside, cutting off the end of his scolding. The sky closed up and dumped water on all of the unfortunate bystanders that were still milling around outside. It was like the sky was trying to purge all of its anger and sadness by drowning everyone else in it. This type of emotional rainfall was setting off her Juvia-is-going-through-an-emotional-crisis senses.

"Weird, it wasn't supposed to rain today," Natsu muttered. Of course it wasn't going to rain today, Juvia's control over water was just going out of whack.

"I have to go," Lucy gathered her bags and took out her wallet all businesslike. "What do I owe you?"

"The bacon will do for this one," Natsu patted his package. Lucy nodded and scurried out of the cafe into the downpour, glad to be rid of the suffocating space. She started in the direction of her friend's apartment, ducking momentarily under an awning to send a text to gather the others. From the intensity of the rain, Juvia and Lyon must have had a really bad fight, and Lucy was going to need all of the back up she could get.

Juvia was finally having a relaxing day, probably the first one ever since Lyon proposed to her. Planning the wedding was like watching anime: you love it so much, but it gets so addicting that it takes over your life and if something bad happens its like the whole world is ending. She was sitting in her bathtub with bubbles and candles galore, so at one with the water that she almost literally became at one with the water. She heard the front door of her and Lyon's apartment slam open, disturbing the long deserved peace she had finally achieved. She heard her fiance's footsteps stomp towards the bathroom and he swung the door open.

"Hey," He looked slightly panicked that Juvia was home, which was weird considering she had told him the day before that she was taking the day off. He backed out of the bathroom and stomped out to the kitchen. Juvia, annoyed at all of the extra noise, gave up on her bath, getting up and going to their room. She heard Lyon open and close the main door with a soft sigh. Walking out of the room, Juvia snuck up behind him and gave him a hug. He jumped a bit and moved out of her arms.

"What's wrong?" She asked worriedly. Lyon shook his head and smiled, but Juvia had seen enough of his fake smiles to know that thing one was indeed made of plastic. She tried to get closer to him, but he took another step back.

"Nothing is wrong," he pushed passed her into their small kitchen. She could have sworn that she smelt woman's perfume on him, but pushed that thought out of her mind since she had just put some on herself after her bath.

"Juvia thinks that Lyon has a problem," She followed him into the kitchen.

"It's 'I think', Juvia," he snapped at her.

"Juvia is confused," She had always talked in third person, and he has never had a problem with it before. In fact, that was one of the reasons he loved her, or so he said.

"You need to stop talking in third person."

"Lyon has never had a problem with Juvia's speech before."

"Well, I think its starting to be annoying!" He yelled at her, making Juvia take another step back. Lyon has never yelled at her before, not like this.

"Why is Lyon yelling at Juvia?" She cried hysterically. Feeling a familiar tug in her gut, she turned to look out the window just in time to see a bunch of water start pouring itself on the disgruntled pedestrians outside.

"God, Juvia, calm down. You're making it rain again," Lyon pushed pass Juvia, heading towards his jacket and umbrella. Rain was pouring out like there was no tomorrow. Maybe there won't be a tomorrow; there was enough water to drown the town. Juvia's emotions were starting to get to her, her sadness and anger was making her vision turn red. This was the most random outburst she had ever seen from Lyon, but instead of trying to find out what was wrong she just let her emotions run rampant.

"Calm down? Why can't Lyon calm down!?" She threw a pillow from the couch at his retreating figure. Lyon turned around with crazed, stressed eyes.

"Bye, Juvia," He snapped, shutting the door in her face. Juvia screeched, making the rain storm even harder and a crack of thunder sound with a loud BOOM. She stalked back to the bathroom and plunked down into the cold water, her clothes still on. Her tears were pouring down her face like the rain that was pouring down from the sky. Soon enough she made herself melt into the water so all that was left was a couple of bubbles and her clothes.

Natsu stared at the door, weighing his options. Go after the girl, which was a good thing to do, or stay in the cafe and "borrow" their grill so he can cook his bacon. Bacon or Lucy or bacon or Lucy or-

Mira's demon face flashed across his eyes. If she found out that he let a girl walk through a downpour she would probably skin him alive. Natsu preferred his skin to stay attached to his body, thank you. Sighing, he grabbed his coat and bacon and raced after the curious blonde.

He wanted to talk more with her anyway; the opinion she had about people closely resembled his own, and when he started to scold her at the end he felt like a hypocrite. Never before in his life had he met someone who had challenged his opinion like this before. Natsu was a lot of things, but being wrong about something was one thing he hated the most.

He had just caught Lucy's retreating figure in sight when someone stepped in front of him. A familiar pink dress and pure white hair caught his eye. His jacket dropped from his hands as he took in the sight of his childhood friend.

"Lisanna?" Natsu whispered. The girl in front of him smiled.

"Hey, Natsu. It's been a while, huh?"

Hey guys, sorry it has been so long since I last updated. School kinda took over and it was just a long, epic battle between me and the AP world history test. It sucked. I pray I got a 3 or higher, but every freaking question began with a paragraph! ALL 70 OF THEM! IN 55 MINUTES! (If you read this and you are in AP world as well, I connect with your pain)

But, I guess you guys don't really care, especially since I'm such a bad writer :/

However, though my writing is sucky, I still hope you liked today's chapter! Please review!

And yeah, I realize that Lyon loves Juvia so much (bleh, not a fan), but he is under a lot of stress. You'll see why later ;)

-NeverMakesSense