Two months apart from his home town was arduous, especially when the days were desolated and involved acute training, solo training. Easy day consisted of awaking at the ascension of the sun, 10 km sprint around the jagged terrain of the mountain ranged. The nearly drained his endurance, and Natsu was struggling to refill his lungs with air. Then supervened 10 repetitions of his simple emblazoned techniques, then 3 repetitions of the magic that require additional quantum of flagrant magic. The salamander rose to the occasion, hardly with alleviation, often a series of curses formulated from his pink pale lips; when he felt his prowess declining, but he endured. This session was meant not to only refine his forged techniques, but also how to use his arsenal in rapid succession, efficiently, he succeeded, or at least that's what he had hoped. A figure, what scarf wrapped around his scruff, a navy blue vest; parted vertically from the epicentre, white trousers, and the signature spiky pink hair. As expected, being mobile on transportation had a few 'unwanted' effects on his stomach. Shoulders slouched, and elongated visage with streaks of sickening blue on his cheek, appearing as if he vomited 10 times over, and a belly that was buzzing with butterflies. Embarking on his first step to egress the train, the people backed away from the cynosure that was the salamander, especially from the demeanor the Natsu displayed; as if his stomach acid was ready to erupt once more. But Natsu himself, joyous that it was over at last, 8 hours felt like 8 years on a fever aboard the locomotive. Sniff sniff, Natsu inhaled the oxygen of his home town, and the simple fragrance of the air was the remedy for his stomach and his sickness, a smell that he so longed for in the last 2 months. Yet, there was another cordial aroma that his nostrils absorbed, a delicate aroma that he would recognize anywhere. Raising his shoulders, a broad beam on his lips, Natsu revolutionized his figure on his two ankles, apropos to the compass of the scent, a hand elongating to the air. "Yo, L-" The only words that escaped the salamander, the female ran towards Natsu, just then he felt a weight impact his sentrum, arms of another tightly wrapped around his neck and incessantly she continued tug on him. A mere few beads of liquid flooded her eyelids, trickling down, and finally hitting Natsu's chest. Stupefied, the salamander simply stood there as he mustered his courage, wrapping his two sinewy hands around her waist, lips formulating, with a tender locution; "Oi, Lucy, what's wrong?" asked Natsu. Natsu felt her continuing to cling onto him, growing tighter by each second, his arms did the same only delicately and lovingly, clear that she needed comforting. "Baka.." Lucy spoke, "Baka, Baka, Baka, Baka.." She continued, now imperviously gripping the salamander's vest, it felt as if her nails were going to pierce through the leather. Repeatedly referring to the dragon slayer as an idiot didn't particularly sit with him, then again; no one being referred to as something offensive. However, the validation for the name calling was vague, was she literal with the usage of that vocable or was it the scratch in her heart now slowly healing from the pain of lonesome? Just as the aggravated male was about to revolt, The two corners of the blonde female's lips now tugging in the antipodal compass of each other, forming a heartfelt smile. Minor beads of tears continued to trickle down her chin, her pale lips dividing as her vocalizer formulating three words, that meant so many things; "I love you baka, so why'd you leave me?"