Hey guys! Sorry this took so long. I started up school, so that took some time away from me. Plus, I had to re-write the entire beginning to this chapter. I also spent time time watching Hetalia, SAO and Blue exorcist dubs, some Blue Exorcist manga, and I found out that Blue Exorcist also has a movie! WHY DID NO ONE ALERT ME OF THIS?! I'm waiting for the dub because I'm too lazy to watch it with subs. Though Rin's voice in the dub annoys me at first. So does Kirito's in SAO.
Sorry, this doesn't pertain to Fairy Tail at all, does it? So yeah, sorry kids. Also, for those who read my other Fairy Tail fanfiction (Lucy's Happily Ever After, in case you don't know) I'm not sure what fairy tale to do next. So, if you have a suggestion, PM/ review! Not Rapunzel though, I think I want to save that one for later...or any of the long stories...
Okay, I'm done ranting here.
Disclaimer: I don't own Fairy Tail. If I did, we would all be dead from immense Nalu feels.
Lucy woke up hot and hungover. She wasn't sure which was worse; feeling like she was dropped into hell to suffer without a hot butler named Sebastian or the fact that her stomach was initiating a full on rebellion against the rest of her body. Her pillow was really uncomfortable too, like the feathers inside of it were replaced with some weird, fleshy material. That was actually the most annoying problem for her, since her pillow was usually so comfortable. So, naturally, she tried to punch her pillow to make it softer.
And then it started to move.
"The hell?" A voice groaned. Lucy's eyes flashed open in time to see Natsu rubbing a red spot on his chest. Something tightened around her back and she was pulled closer to him, if that was even possible. She was practically glued to him already, with his arm around her back and her head on his chest and barely a millimeter of space between the two of them, though Natsu was on top of her covers for some reason. Lucy was frozen, staring at their position but not really knowing what it means. She suffered from severe morning stupidity; her brain took a couple of minutes to turn on. So, she waited in silence for her thoughts to collect, and then...
"WHAT THE HELL NATSU YOU PERVERT!" Lucy fell out of her bed, bringing the pink haired lecher and her bedsheets with her. Her face felt like it was on fire and her heart was beating rapidly as she tried to scramble to get up and away from him, but her sheets were tightly wound around her legs and didn't allow for much movement. She attributed the strange, light headed feeling to the fact that she was in a freaking cocoon. So, she started pulling at the sheets to loosen them.
"Wait, no!" Natsu hopped on top of her, but it was too late. The sheets slipped off to reveal her bare skin to the cool air of the apartment. Lucy shrieked and slapped his face, the force of which made him roll across her floor like a tumble weed in the desert wind.
"Natsu," she hissed, gathering the sheets around her and giving him a deadly glare, "can you tell me where my clothes are?"
"I swear on my bacon it wasn't me!" He threw his hands in the air while starting to inch towards the door. Lucy moved in front of the escape route and crossed her arms menacingly.
"I'm going to-" Lucy's threat was cut short by a sudden knocking on her door. Natsu took this opportunity to run past her towards freedom, yelling something about a witness and murder. Not thinking about her appearance, Lucy followed him.
"Natsu?" A voice asked, surprised. Curiously, Lucy stepped up next to Natsu, forgetting that she was mad at him in the first place, and found her mail girl clutching yet another crisp envelope in her hands.
"Lisanna?" Natsu breathed. Lucy looked back and forth between the two, trying to find a connection. She'd say friends, but there was a certain look in his eyes that made her want to say no. If they were friends, then why were his eyes so tortured right now? And why was she looking so sad?
"What are you doing here?" The girl asked, shooting a quick glance at Lucy. Actually, she sent multiple glances at Lucy. The first one was to see if she was there, and the others were to see if Lucy was, in fact, clad in only a bed sheet.
"It's not what it looks like. Please, don't tell Mira," he begged.
"Okay," she seemed unsure, like she wanted more of an explanation. Lucy sure did. "Well, this is for you," Lisanna handed Lucy the letter and before the blonde could respond she was speed walking down the hall. Well, that was weird.
"Who was that?" Lucy wondered.
"A friend," Natsu shrugged and pointed at the letter, "What's that?"
"Nothing!" Lucy shoved the precious letter behind her back. She felt guilty hiding it from Natsu, the person she was beginning to trust more then her long time friends, but it was just for her and, frankly, none of his business. That's what she told herself, at least. There was still an ember of guilt burning in the back of her mind.
"Okay then...Later!" Natsu sprinted down the hall. Lucy briefly wondered why he was so quick to run away. But then, she remembered that she was about to kill him before this girl had arrived. Racing into her room, Lucy put on the first pieces of clothing her fingers touched and ran out of the apartment, screaming something about a funeral and a pink headed pervert.
"Are you sure this is going to work?" Levy asked for the millionth time, making her companion sigh in annoyance.
"Don't doubt me, Shorty," he growled, scoping the mall from their hiding space. Once again, at Levy's request, they were hiding behind a plant. This time, it was a gigantic fern.
"Don't call me Shorty," Levy huffed. Gajeel rolled his eyes and turned her head towards their targets, who were looking around with a stupid look on their faces that was apparently supposed to be determination. Well, the skinny one was, anyway. The fatter one just looked like he wanted to go home and eat some ice cream on the couch with his 20 cats.
"Let's move," Gajeel and Levy went into mission mode. After realizing their mistake in Operation Makeover, the two masterminds were forced to go to the next plan: Operation Shove a Date in their Faces. Obviously, randomly dropping the new boyfriend on the idiots didn't work, so now Levy and Gajeel were forced to actually act out a date while idiots 1 and 2 watched. Levy had dropped the hint that she was going on a date last time she talked to them, a hint that obviously didn't go unnoticed.
"Okay, a couple of stores, some food, and limited physical contact should work," Levy mumbled to him.
"I know, woman!" He grumbled, taking her hand and tugging her to the nearest store while their targets tried to inconspicuously follow them. The strange looks from the people passing around them was starting to annoy him.
"Why are we in Aerie?" Levy deadpanned. Gajeel looked around, surprised to find that they were indeed in the underwear store.
"It was the closest place," he shrugged, but underneath all that metal and uncontrollable hair Levy could tell he was embarrassed.
"Do you need me to measure you?" A store employee walked over with a bright smile on her face. It made Gajeel want to curl up and die. Well, maybe it was the fact that he was in a girl's underwear store, but her fake smile didn't help.
"No," Levy spat, the dark expression on her face making the girl slowly back away. Gajeel raised an eyebrow and looked at her, to which she replied by crossing her arms over her chest. Her tiny, tiny chest. Of course, she was a tiny person after all. Almost fairy-like, really. Wait, why was he talking about her chest again?
"Let's get out of here," Levy stalked out of the store. She may be small, but she was fast; Gajeel had to break into a jog to catch up with the pissed off girl. He shot a glance over his shoulder to check to see if the stalkers were still following them. They were, crouching behind a pillar with red faces that made them stick out like a sore thumb.
"Target's are still in pursuit."
"Good. Now, let's go to the bookstore!"
"What?"
"Trust me, it's a good plan!" Levy pulled her reluctant 'boyfriend' into her favorite store, Wizard's pages.
(Jet and Droy vision)
"Come on, Jet, it's obvious she wasn't lying," Droy tugged on his companion's sleeve, trying to pull him away from his hiding spot in the stacks of the bookstore.
"No," Jet growled, "I'm not giving up. Look at how awkward they are! It's not natural for that amount of space in a relationship."
"How would you know? You've never really been in one."
"Shut up, I just do."
"Okay," Droy was unsure, but decided that making his friend give up was only a sweet dream. So, he just picked up a book on cat care and got comfortable. They were going to be here for a while.
(One day, I'm going to regret making Droy into a crazy cat man. But, that day is not today! Back to GaLe!)
"They aren't going away," Gajeel groaned. Levy sighed and ceased her search, skimming her eyes over the room until she found Jet and Droy's obvious hiding place. They were definitely not giving up; well, Jet wasn't, but Droy seemed to move his affections from Levy to cats. He was still shooting glances in her direction, though.
"This is your plan Gajeel, so you need to- oh my god, no way!" A thick volume on the top shelf caught Levy's eye. Kemu Zaleon's newest book, The Dragon's Tail! THIS WAS FATE! Rising on her toes, Levy reached as far as she could to reach her prize. Unfortunately, she was still too short. "Damn my height!" She muttered, staring at the book with longing. She willed herself to grow taller so she could get the book of her dreams, but alas, she had no such power.
Wait, was the bookshelf shrinking, or was she getting taller?
"Gajeel!" She squeeled, realizing the growing sensation was simply her gorilla of a slave picking her up. He rolled his eyes and gutted his chin in the direction of her prize. Levy blinked before understanding what he meant. She grabbed the volume greedily and ran to the nearest table the second he had put her on the ground. Buying the thing could wait. She needed to read it now. The table shook to indicate that Gajeel had returned to the table as well.
"Thanks," she smiled at him and went back to reading. As a response, Gajeel gave a small grunt and started to take a nap.
Well, he tried to anyway. The sound of someone was crying in the corner of the store kept him from actually sleeping.
"Juvia thinks she loves Gray-sama."
This was the first thing Mira heard today. Literally, she woke up in the wee hours of the morning to her cell phone's annoying ring. She answered it without thinking and had this bomb drop on her.
"What?" Was her intelligent answer.
"Juvia thinks she loves Gray-sama."
"Oh," Mira said, though she still didn't understand what her friend meant. She also suffered from morning stupidity. "Um, can you call me back at a normal time?"
"Okay, Mira," Juvia ended the call with a small click (she actually made the sound. It was a strange habit of hers ever since she got a cell phone) and Mira didn't think anything of the conversation until she woke up at her accepted time. It was then that Mira realized her best friend is in love with another one of her friends and holy crap, she shipped it almost as hard as she shipped Nalu.
She also realized her horrible problem with shipping real life couples and decided that she would try to stop. Not today, but another day.
Naturally, she tried to call Juvia, but apparently the woman was working today, as she was not answering the 32 calls and 20 texts that Mira had bombed her phone with. The matchmaker wasn't giving up, however. No, it would take much more to make her sway from her mission. So, she went to Juvia's job to ask her directly about her call.
"Juvia!" She marched over to the blunette, causing her swimming class to brake out in a chorus of 'oooohhhhh's. Yes, Juvia had a very nice job; all she did was teach kids (and the occasional adult) how to swim all day.
"Mira? What are you doing here?" Juvia asked, surprised to find her friend walking to the side of the pool.
"I'm here to address the call this morning."
"Can you ask when Juvia isn't having a class?
"No, come on!" Mira held out her hand.
"Um, kids, let's take a break!" Juvia hurried her class out of the pool, shoving snacks in their faces before turning to talk to her friend.
"My mom won't be happy when she hears about this," a random kid commented snootily. Mira turned on him and smiled. Not one of her really nice smiles, where it made you feel all fuzzy inside. No, it was one of those make-a-move-and-I'll-kill-you kind of sadistic smiles.
"I'm sorry, did I ask you to tell me what your mother will think?" Mira's eyes bore into the kids soul. Juvia, sensing her friend's malicious intent, shuffled the now emotionally scarred child away.
"Mira, can you not scare Juvia's students?" She asked.
"Sorry," Mira said, not looking sorry in the least, "Now, what did you tell me this morning?"
"Juvia said, 'Juvia things she loves Gray-sama.'."
"That's wonderful!" Mira screamed like an excited fan girl, "When did you two meet?"
"Juvia met him at The House of Aces," the girl blushed, shyly looking down at her toes.
"Wait, so you haven't actually gone on a date?" Mira deflated. It couldn't count if they only interacted at the House. Her dreams were going down the drain!
"No."
"I'll be right back," Mira grabbed her phone out of her purse and walked away. Seeing that the call might take a while, Juvia thought it was safe enough to bring her kids back into the water to continue their lesson. Mira felt bad, because the annoying little boy was right; if their parent found out that Juvia stopped her lesson to talk to her friend, she'd loose students. But, she had more pressing matters to attend to then her guilty conscious.
"Hello?" A deep voice answered her call.
"Gray? I need to talk to you."
Where did he go? Lucy thought to herself, scanning the crowd for a familiar pink head. She had been chasing him around town for an hour, in and out of stores, only pausing their game of extreme tag to eat lunch. She felt silly, running around for hours after the same idiot. It wasn't just running either. Both of them had their fair share of ninja rolling into aisles, bouncing away on beds (that mattress store was never letting them back in) and pushing people into each other's path. No matter how ridiculous the situation was, she was having more fun then ever before. The only time she had played tag at her house was when the maids were trying to get her to take a bath. She never really liked being forcibly shoved into a tub of scalding hot water.
But, now she couldn't find her playmate. So, she turned tail and started to walk back to her apartment. Little did she know that a boy was right behind her, so when she changed course he slammed into her, causing both of them to spill across the sidewalk. There were grumbles from the people above as they adjusted their course to avoid the two people on the ground, leaving the act of helping them up to some other person who cared.
"Sorry," Lucy apologized, brushing herself off and reaching out a hand to help her victim up. He adjusted his glasses before accepting her hand with a bright smile, and Lucy couldn't help but notice that his black hair fell perfectly across his face, leaving both of his shining black eyes uncovered.
"It's okay, I wasn't paying attention either," he hoisted himself up and grabbed his bag off the ground. Lucy noticed a bunch of papers with elegant handwriting decorating the pages.
"Are you a writer?" She asked, mesmerized by the blush that dusted his cheeks at the question.
"Yeah, kinda," he scratched the back of his head.
"Don't be embarrassed, I am too!" Lucy said excitedly.
"Really?" He smiled, "Maybe we can get together sometime."
"Yeah," she probably looked really stupid with this happy look on her face. Who cares? This guy actually reads! It's so rare to find a human being who reads and writes and is still cute.
"Here," he scrawled something on a piece of paper and gave it to her. "I'm Zach, by the way."
"Lucy," she marveled at the numbers on the paper. He laughed at the look on her face and shook her hand.
"Well, Miss. Lucy, I'll see you soon," he waved and started to walk away. Lucy stayed still and watched him disappear from sight. What was this weird feeling in her chest? Why did her face feel so warm?
"Well then," A voice drawled next to her. Lucy looked over to find Natsu looking off in the direction Zach had walked off in, looking almost mad for some reason. "We have some work to do."
"Yup," Lucy nodded. She grabbed his arm and held it as tight as she could. "And guess what?"
"What?"
"I'm still angry with you," she started to drag him away.
The sound of their bickering filled the air.
Hey guys! So, I'm starting my third day of school. My teachers keep on threatening about the work load my class has to endure because of the stupid testing regulations my state government decided to impose on us. Seriously, they're so stupid. I think I have to take 3 finals for the same class. Whatever. Sadly, this means that any hope of having a regular update schedule is out the window. Sorry, but I'll do it as often as I can! And actually, we aren't really that far off from the end. A bit more awkwardness to go and we're good!
And yes, writing about Zach was as painful for you as it was for me.
Till next time! REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW! NOT ONLY DO I LOVE THEM, BUT THEY MAKE ME WRITE QUICKER! WHY AM I STILL IN ALL CAPS RIGHT NOW?!
~NEVERMAKESSENSE (I CAN'T ESCAPE THE CAPITals- oh, there we go.)