Hello everyone. How are you all?
Last time I got a bucket full of reviews about 'Natsu's Proposition' (if you haven't read that chapter go do that before reading this one!) All in all it was very mixed opinions.
Some people want me to make Lucy say 'yes' and others want an astounding 'no'.
Now I've made a decision.
BUT! Please don't hate me if you don't like the option I choose! Forgive me!
2015: Revised
The whole world stopped.
"Lucy? Go out with me." Natsu was standing, towering over her slight frame, onyx eyes painted in an expression Lucy couldn't quite put her finger on.
His muscular arms were crossed over his chest and his face was turned to the side, a strong hint of red rising to his cheeks.
Natsu wouldn't meet her dumbfounded gaze, instead his attention was being held by some hanging moss.
Lucy's throat constricted, her lips numbing.
He was joking wasn't he?!
Wasn't he!?
Natsu the Prankster, Natsu the Ass, he was all those things, but lately he seemed like Natsu the Sensitive and this change was leaving Lucy reeling.
Memories flooded Lucy's mind, a pink haired boy pushing her down a flight of stairs, a pink haired boy laughing at her when she messed up her Transformation spell in her first year final.
Unease spread through Lucy's gut, every memory seemed to be a slap to the face now; as he was flushed and obviously embarrassed.
"Well, are you gonna answer me?" He asked, anxiously, eyes still diverted from hers.
He was stubborn, stupid and the biggest ass in the whole school but he was many other things too. He was complicated, much like she was.
Lucy opened her mouth to speak but nothing came out.
Feeling as if every limb of her body was being pulled in opposite directions Lucy just stared at Natsu numbly, mind blank.
"What?" Natsu asked, now looking at her quizzically.
Tongue in tangles tears welled in Lucy's eyes, she was a complete idiot!
Her legs itched to run away, escape from this reality which had a choke hold at her neck.
Before she could get past the pink haired teen his guard dropped and suddenly his face was an open book and he looked momentarily devastated.
Lucy's breath hitched in her throat, she came to a halt.
Natsu had since regained his composure and was now angry, his fury forcing Lucy to back up until she was pinned between him and a tree.
A foreign urgency was intertwined in his flashing irises, his hot breath beating down on her face.
"You tried to run? Why?" The question was so flat, he was upset but also he desperately wanted to know why she was so afraid of him. Of his affections.
Electricity that was unexplainable, shot through Lucy's veins.
"I-I just can't, Natsu." Lucy said breathlessly.
His eyebrows knitted together.
"It's a serious blow to a man's pride when a woman shoots him down twice in a row." Natsu said evenly, his face clouded once again.
Spasms of energy rocketed through Lucy, the scent of the wizard before her was driving her insane. Spicy yet subtle, it was overpowering.
"You didn't ask me out the first time." Lucy said weakly, she felt herself shrinking into the tree.
Natsu just looked at her, face unreadable.
"No. I did ask you out, indirectly sure ,but that's what I was trying to say. My apologizing was an act of love. My love."
Natsu's was close to her suddenly, so close she could hear his heart.
"Y-your love?" Lucy managed, eyes wide.
All she could see was his liquid gold eyes, warm yet tough, the edges of his black pupils lined in a golden ring of fire.
They were magnificent.
Natsu's heated breath rolled across the planes of Lucy's face, pulling her attention back to the problem at hand.
"You're my equal, Heartfilia. The only one." Natsu rumbled, his voice a husky whisper, lips inches from Lucy's.
Lucy's breath stuck in her throat, tremors of anxiety quaking throughout her body.
"Equal?" She breathed, brown eyes locked onto his golden irises.
Natsu hesitated, almost as if the words couldn't quite form on his tongue.
"Ever since you've had your new abilities you're really kick ass and strong. We'd be perfect for each other."
Lucy sucked in a violent shock of air, something flicking inside her mind.
"I mean, at first it was kinda annoying how you were suddenly good at everything but now I can see how it had its advantages. We'd make a perfect team."
No.
That's not fair. How could he say something that?
Lucy's eyes clouded in tears, violently she pushed Natsu away from her.
"Lucy what the_"
"NO! Stop!" Lucy hissed, hot, fat tears streaming down her face.
Natsu's jaw snapped shut.
Pressing her palms to her crying eyes, Lucy felt everything crumble, taking her breath away.
He just told her he loved her for someone she wasn't. Natsu loved what Angel had made her.
A crazy psychotic toy who couldn't even control her own mind.
He loved someone she wasn't, someone that she desperately hated and wanted to hide.
Natsu reached out for her but she smacked his hand away viciously, he drew it back to his chest like she had burned him.
"I don't understand. What did I say?" Natsu asked quietly, face painted in an expression Lucy couldn't see through her tears.
Furiously wiping away the tears that stained her cheeks Lucy straightened her spine, brown eyes bloodshot but steady.
"I think you're misunderstanding something Natsu. What you said was very kind but I wish you'd swallow those words because you have fallen in love with someone who doesn't even exist."
Bewilderment spread across Natsu's face, pink eyebrows pulling together.
"What are you saying?"
Unsure where this sudden burst of logicality and rationality came from but very grateful for it, Lucy spoke again.
"What I'm saying Natsu is that you've been fooled. I'm not who you think I am, you're a real idiot." Lucy spat venomously, eyes narrowed.
"Now, if you'll excuse me . . . praemorior."
Natsu watched in stunned silence as Lucy vanished into thin air, an iron clad hand squeezing the air out of his lungs.
What had he done?
Beyond the Nether~ With Angel~
"I think this is working out beautifully wouldn't you agree Lucy?" A pale finger stroked the porcelain cheek of a pretty blonde doll gently.
A stunning copper haired man stalked across the white marble floors, boots clicking.
Hands folded peacefully behind his back he looked out over his garden, hazel eyes calm.
Everything was going as planned.
Although he wasn't one attuned to bragging he had to say he had the most beautiful garden in the Spiritual Plane, even if he had to kill off the spirit who lived here to obtain it. He had earned it, this job had been such a long time coming and it was finally closing.
Bright red roses bloomed in amongst his well-tended shrub sculptures, casting a glow of radiance over the garden.
"Red is such a pretty colour." The man's sing-song voice said happily, smiling out upon his garden.
"Ironic isn't it that red is both the colour of love and death." A long index finger rested thoughtfully on the his plump lower lip.
His hand extended from his cuffed sleeves reaching for a lone rose that sat in a vase, plucking it from its shelter gracefully.
The man brought the rose to his nose, inhaling deeply.
"Yes, lovely indeed." He said, letting out a satisfied sigh.
"Master?"
Looking over his shoulder towards the doorway stood a dark haired boy with foggy eyes.
"Ahh, Raven, I didn't hear you enter."
Raven wore a white tuxedo which made his dark skin more obvious in comparison, a grim expression set on his handsome face.
"I came here to inform you of a problem Master." Raven said gravelly, head bowing in obedience.
A pout like frown tugged on the copper haired man's full lips, chiseled features shadowed slightly.
Elegantly he strode across the room, sitting in a plush velvet chair, right hand cupping his chin.
"Do tell." He said, although his tone suggested this was more serious then he let on.
Swallowing thickly Raven replied, "it seems Mistress Heartfillia has a admirer."
A demonic flicker flashed in hazel irises, face paling.
"Be a little clearer Raven. Is this 'admirer' have a petty crush on my Lucy or is it something I need to be worried about?"
Raven's face remained calm as he explained, "Well master, he did confess his love for her, but Miss Heartfillia rejected him."
The beautiful man in the red chair stirred, sitting upright, curiosity forming on his handsome mouth.
"That does sound interesting, I'm glad Lucy has some common sense dropping that useless mortal. What was his name Raven?"
Here was where Raven's composure cracked momentarily, but he kept said the name regardless.
"Natsu Dragneel, Master."
The pale hand gripping the rose stem tightened drastically, the stem snapped.
"Now isn't this a surprise." The man said as dark black blood flowed freely from where the thorn had pricked him. "Another Dragneel."
SHORT CHAPPIE. Sorry, was lazy and school is taxing.
Hope you enjoyed, some clarity and closure soon.
Sorry about Natsu's OOCness, It was a necessary pain.
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Thanks loves.
SEE YOU NEXT TIME.
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