His large footsteps were wobbly. A large bottle of vodka in one hand, and nothing in the other. A crooked smile revealed his yellowed teeth, and his bloodshot eyes gleamed in the night. The occasional gunshot could be heard from where he walked. Along with an accompanied scream. He chugged down the last bit of his alcohol, before throwing the glass at a wall. He'd had nowhere to live now.

The bitch left.

Along with the money—she was the breadwinner after all.

It was less than twenty-four hours ago, when he'd been evicted from his house. And as usual, he drowned his anger in a bottle of alcohol—wasting the bits of money he had, on the crack in his system, along with the weed in his pocket. Now he was in a quandary. How the hell would he get his shit, if the bitch couldn't provide his money?

He grumbled out a string of profanities, before turning the corner in the alleyway.

"No, please—"

Bang! Bang! Bang!

His mindless footsteps stopped, when he'd heard the familiar sound of a gunshot—gunshots, in this case. He looked up, and nearly stuttered at what he saw. No, it wasn't the bloody body of a male on the ground. With a couple fingers sprawled across him, and its nails having been ripped off.

No, it was the fact that he knew the killer.

"Jose?"

Jose Porla looked up from the dead body before him—the piece of shit thought drugs were free—it's Magnolia, everything is money. Even a decent blowjob nowadays. Jose's eyes widened slightly at the sight of his old friend.

"Jude?"

A large grin stretched across Jude's face. "What are you doing here?"

Jose smirked, and walked towards him. "Business, you?"

Jude coughed out of embarrassment—he was no fool. He knew that Jose Porla was the don of Phantom, and held and alliance with Sabertooth, Oracion Seis, and GrimoIre Heart—they were known as The Alliance. Whereas Fairy Tail, Bloody Army, Blue Pegasus, and Mermaid heal were known as The Allegiance.

"Got kicked outta my place, couldn't keep up with the rent."

Jose's eye brows raised to the roof—he knew for a fact that Jude's daughter—the beautiful Lucy Heartfilia, was the breadwinner. So, what'd happened to her? Is she dead? "Don't you have that daughter of yours, the one with the sweet mouth, and assets?"

"Had to sell her off," Jude said with a roll of his eyes. The bitch had even seduced his friends.

Jose licked his lips, as he tucked the gun into the inner pocket of his suit jacket. "To who?"

"Fairy Tail."

The two words had caused a growl to leave his mouth. It was quite weird though, because he knows that Natsu Dragneel doesn't buy people often. Only if he thinks they deserve a new home, or some sort of sappy shit like that. So, what shit did Jude do to lead the only girl who could give good head in this piece of shit city, taken away by Fairy Tail.

Jose's lips turned into a smirk, as he watched Jude stand awkwardly, shifting from one foot to the other.

He just may have some use for him.

"Do you know anything about Omerta?"

Lucy Heartfilia has a plan.

Maybe not the best, but a plan indeed.

However, after a week of sitting around and planning—along with observing, she finally has a stable plan. A way to escape.

Lucy is going to escape tonight.

For the whole week—after the whole laptop failure—Lucy's been watching Natsu. Lucy would stay in the office with him after everyone leaves and watch his actions. Levy might've been the one who designed the security and all of that—but Natsu is the one that controls it. Lucy has found out that during the daytime when everyone is here the security is off. However, right when it strikes nine at night it's turned on. Seeing as how that's when majority of the people leave. From then on they have to ask Natsu to turn it off, because it will go off if they don't ask.

Lucy didn't really know anything about the security, but she knew that it'd go off seeing how it was kind of obvious.

When Natsu finished up his work, and needed to turn off the security he'd need to do it from his office. A time would be set and he'd need to leave before his time limit runs out. That's what Lucy gathered.

In the storage room is a vent, Lucy would go into the storage room before Natsu leaves and go up the vent. The end of the vent leads to the outside—sweet freedom. Of course she'd have to do this in the one minute time limit.

Hopefully she doesn't get caught.

A happy hum makes its way out of her mouth, as she walks to the room. She'd woken up an extra thirty minutes earlier so she could come in early—the pink prick should be grateful. But, then again this will be the last she sees them. Well, they did have their nice adventures. From cleaning dookie to cleaning more dookie.

What a time.

It seems impossible to get the smile off of Lucy's face, and she knows it wouldn't be coming down anytime soon. Because tonight will be the night she's been waiting for since she was ten years old. A dream that seemed to be just a dream—until she met Salamander. He reignited that hope in her heart—that one day she'd get to be free. That one day she wouldn't be sad anymore.

As Lucy makes her way through the large doors she yells out "mornin' Dragonmeal!" Surprisingly Lucy doesn't spot Natsu on his 'I'm-the-mother-fucking-boss-so-respect-me-bitches' seat. As she looks around she's even more surprised to not notice him anywhere. "Oh...my glob! He's late, holy shiz he's gonna hear it from me!" Lucy snickers to herself as she makes her way over to the couch, taking a small sip of the coffee that was meant for Natsu. EW, this shiz is nasty, why in the world would he like little sugar—and why the fudge-balls did I drink it?

Just as Lucy was about to relax on the long couch, she sees a body sprawled across it. His legs a little too long for it, causing them to rest on one of the arms. One arm was laid across his stomach, and the other cover his eyes. His white dress shirt stuck to his skin, accentuating his muscles. A couple buttons unbutton—allowing a good view of his tan chest. Lucy's eyes fall onto his face. His rosy lips were slightly parted, letting air flow out. The pink on his head was scattered all over the area they laid.

He looked cute—yet in a sexy way, a way in which only he could pull off.

At that moment Lucy would shamefully admit she'd wanted to touch him.

To trace her fingers on his smooth skin—with the rarest scar. To run her fingers through his wild hair—even if they made her hungry. To run her finger over his lips, and pretend it was her own lips—sad, she knows.

Lucy still couldn't understand why her heart sped up around him. Or why she was particularly interested in annoying him the most. Why she'd day dream about his lips pressed against her, his hands playing Indiana Jones. But alas, Lucy couldn't have that. Because she knows if she gets one more taste it'll be even harder walking through that door—walking towards her freedom.

With a deep sigh Lucy drops the finger that unconsciously rose, and places the coffee on the table—blowing the shit up, and sending it to hell in her mind. A small frown situates itself on Lucy's lips. He was working late again.

"Alright Natsu, sweet dreams." A small smile makes foreword on her lips, as she decides to leave him alone. He was cruel, but he was an angel in comparison to the shit she grew up with. Even though she'd already told herself she would get up, her body is stuck in the same position. As if her body had another mind, it slowly leans in—and Lucy has no power to stop it.

His lips are suddenly really interesting.

Enticing.

His lips are suddenly the most titillating thing she'd ever seen. The way the lips would part made her wonder how it would feel if her lips were captured in them—would it be like last time? A sizzling battle brewed up by their lust? Would oceans of pleasure wave over her? Would—

Fuck! STOP! She screamed, putting an immediate halt to whatever was going to happen as her body leaned in closer to his provocative lips. Don't, this isn't right. You want to be free, and do this and he'll always be on your mind—even if you escape, you'll be haunted. Think, Lucy, think!

His lips that were a hair away, moved further and further as she created the space.

Letting out a deep sigh, Lucy gets up before she does—

A force pulls her down. A bolt of electricity spreads through her, flames igniting at the part he touched. A thudding went off in her chest that she soon identified as her heart. His heat engulfed her as he pulled her down. Her body is squished in between the couch and his body.

Shitake mushrooms, he's awake! A pool of red formed on her cheeks, as she turned her head to face him. His arm encloses itself around her body, brushing against the underside of her breast. Causing a string of heat to travel down to her stomach. His eyes are still closed, and his breathing is still going the same pace.

He's still asleep.

Thank glob.

"Wendy..." he mumbled, causing Lucy to nearly jump in fright. His eyes were still shut. Is—is he talking in his sleep? "I'm...sorry."

His tone is laced with sleep but at the same time he sounds broken. Like a broken child. The way his voice cracked when he said sorry. He sounded as Lucy used to back when she was still a kid. Lucy never thought she'd see the day when Natsu Dragneel sounded vulnerable—that he didn't have anything under control.

She felt something in her clench.

This Wendy sounds important to him.

"I'll...find you. I'll kill...him." Suddenly his voice changes from heartbroken to one of malice. One of hatred. It's laced with so much venom she felt a sliver of fear trickle down her spine. A muscle pressed itself against the skin of his jaw—ticking.

Then his eyes sprung open.

Brown to green.

He blinks.

She blinks.

Then she meets a fist to her face.

The throbbing in her nose didn't get better, not even with the icy chill of the bag on her nose. "I can't believe you flip-a-donking punched me!"

Natsu rolls his eyes, as he types away on his computer. "Who the fuck sneaks on a sleeping man who's killed more than he's saved?" A small headache forms in the back of his head, as he reads through his emails.

"Well, technically" Lucy took a deep inhale, and winces when her nose stings "you pulled me down."

Natsu takes a sip of his warm coffee, and types a quick reply to Juvia. Apparently Phantom is planning for something, and Juvia can't figure it out. Because the old bastard Jose was the only one who knew it. And then there was the fact a new member has joined, and the worst part of it was he was Lucy's old man. This complicated shit even further.

Fucking hell. I should've just been a damn stockbroker.

The nasty purple bruise that was Lucy's nose, starts turning yellow in some parts. "Oh fudge it!" Lucy grabs two ices from the Ziploc bag, and stuffs them up her nose. "Oh heeeeell yeah."

Natsu looks up and shakes his head at her, then goes back on work.

Lucy bites her lip and wonders if she should ask. Of course it'd be crossing the boundary line, and it'd be too personal. But, at the same times Lucy's curiosity was getting the best of her and she didn't know what was right and wrong at the moment. You know what, eff this, I'll just ask him—not like I'll be here tomorrow. "Who's Wendy—"

The sound of a gun firing echoed through the room, and Lucy felt a blazing pain in her shoulder. Her arm felt like stampeded of elephants were jumping up and down like it was a damn trampoline. Lucy had to bite her lip to try and suppress the fact it'd hurt. Since the bastard with the gun had just fucking shot her—right after he punched her. How the hell did he even get it out so fast?

Classy.

Really classy.

"Mention her again and I swear to whoever the hell is up there I'll make sure it hurts worse than that, do you fucking understand?" His eyes are deadly serious, and a 'don't-fuck-with-me' expression plays on his face. Even Lucy wouldn't dare to question him further.

"Fine—"

"It's a fucking yes or no question, so yes or no? If not I can shoot at your other shoulder and make you understand."

With a clench of her jaw Lucy met his eyes dead on "yes sir."

The sound of a door opening didn't distract them. A stare off was in play, and Lucy was sure as hell not losing this. It hurt her pride in saying yes, so this was a way to relinquish what was lost. Natsu also seems intent on not losing either, and it ticks her off. Gosh, this man is too annexy for her. She wanted to jump his bones, then shoot his asshole with that pistol of his.

Lucy suddenly wants to back off because in a second those calculating eyes felt like they were seeing right through her. Secrets shielded his, but with her it was like he had the password, and a key to it just in case. Like all of her secrets were spilling into his eyes, like—like he could see her. Not, the comedic girl, but the girl closed off in the back of Lucy's mind. Bloodied, and bruised. The little girl with a heart of gold, and mind that'd been crushed. It was like his arm was reaching out for the girl in the corner, like he was a fucking angel that'd come to save her.

Lucy looked away.

She didn't need to fucking depend on another person. Everyone she'd depended on died—and/or left her.

"What the hell happened here?" Levy shrieks, Gajeel looking madder than usual.

"Nothing" Lucy and Natsu synchronized.

"That wound doesn't look like 'nothing.'" Loke said, coming in the room, with an angry expression. "What the fuck did you do to her Natsu?"

"Are you blind?" Natsu's irritation increases—maybe it's at the way Loke's hands found Lucy's body in a hug. Or, maybe it was just the fact unwanted memories were brought up by the blonde before him, that he'd tried to forget. "I have a gun in my hand, and she has a gun wound. Common sense Loke."

Loke nearly punches Natsu, but refrains from doing so. Vexation swelling in his head. "Someone get something to patch her back up."

Thirty minutes later, Lucy was on the couch with a sling on one arm, and a blank expression. Loke sat next to her, and Gajeel on the other side. Levy sat on the floor with her beloved lap top propped up against the table, the only sounds that filled the room was the sound of fingers tapping on the keyboard.

Lucy was bombarded by her own thoughts, swirling in her head. It all ranged from different things like "How the hell was this plan going to work?" to "I want to lick Natsu's abs." Stupid asshole had gotten her thoughts mixed up. What kind of person does that to a teenager? That's right—Natsu.

Now, it's around noon, and she'd just finished cleaning the kitchen after making Natsu some food. Lucy wouldn't say she was the best cook but she isn't necessarily the worst either. She was just...okay. Compared to Mira though—she could cook as well as a blind donkey. All she could really make though, with her left arm feeling numb and her mind feeling drunk—the medicine was strong as hell—she could only made some pasta with some tomato sauce.

Lucy grabbed a plate and filled it with the food, then grabbed a soda can and a fork and headed to the elevator. She pressed on Natsu's floor and waited. When she reached the room, she struggled with opened the door but managed. Natsu took his food and ate silently, continuing with his work.

The tension is as clear as day light.

Gajeel coughs awkwardly, "I'm going to deal with the Albarmo case." With that he walks out of the room, and Loke inwardly glares shotguns at him. Pussy. Levy had left a while back to take care of some money transfers, and now he was stuck alone in the ocean of awkward.

"Um..."

Silence.

"I have to go to Aries." Before anyone else could say anything—which was unlikely—he dashed out of there.

Natsu shook his head. They're turning into bigger pussies than the damn women. Crushing the empty can he tossed to the trash, and looks away knowing it'll enter. His eyes stare blankly at the computer trying to figure out how he should proceed with this. Does he really want to risk it and trust Sting? He knows Rogue is on board—Jiemma needed to go. He was power hungry, and made irrational decisions. Sabertooth and Fairy Tail despised each other that was no secret. Natsu had always thought Jiemma's ways were twisted—hypocrisy much—but the thing that made his despise Jiemma so much was the shit he did. He took a major role in human trafficking in Magnolia—and he sure as hell fucked kids younger than fourteen, the fucked up old bastard.

Plus, he hurt Lucy.

So that was enough to make Natsu want torture him.

Lucy was wiping down the windows of the office, and his eyes fell on her back as she worked. A small waist and wide hips that were meant to be held by a man's hand—preferably his. Long legs that'd feel great wrapped around his waist. An ass he'd—

Fuck this shit.

In five strides Lucy was pinned up against the glass wall, and her legs were wrapped around his waist, with his tongue down her throat. Natsu took Lucy by surprise and she should be complaining—but it was hard to do when she was enjoying the kiss. The way his hands grabbed her butt, and his mouth felt like fire against hers. He tasted like whiskey, and cigars.

Suddenly she remembered the plan.

She pulls back.

"Stop." Came out her hoarse voice.

It was dark.

Lucy and Natsu were the only ones left in the room, and in about twenty minutes they'd both leave. A blush was permanent on Lucy's cheeks, and her heart seemed to be in a race—one that'd only occurred around Natsu. Lucy knew her body wanted his—it was really obvious. But, what she hadn't realized was the intensity of those feelings. How bad she really wanted him. The way he tasted was fresh on her tongue, and it didn't help that heat pulled at her stomach—and she'd keep clenching her thighs.

Lucy has nothing to do other than to draw on the blank piece of paper she has while her thoughts swirl around the plan and Natsu. Strangely though, Lucy's head is filled more with Natsu, than her freedom. Fucking hormones. After a minute of silence Lucy spoke out.

"What's your favorite candy?"

The question caught Natsu by surprise, something he hadn't expected her to ask in the past twenty-four-hours. His tongue instinctively darted out to lick his lips, a sweet taste filled his senses. One he grew addicted too.

Honey, and candy.

Natsu knew that Lucy would ask the others for some Starburst when they did their assignments, and he couldn't thank God enough for that. Fuck, it was the best taste he'd ever tasted, and that's saying a lot since he's dined in Greece, and Italy. Fucking hell, not even their best cuisine could match up to the way Lucy'd tasted. The way her ass felt in his hands—fuck those jeans of hers.

"I don't have one." He'd answered, jaw clenched.

Lucy's jaw dropped, and her eyes went wide. "You don't have a favorite candy? What in the name of barnacles! Everyone has a favorite candy!"

Natsu rolled his eyes at her—something he found to be doing quite often with her. "Guess I'm not everyone then."

"That's right!" Lucy nodded "you're inhuman, that's the only way to explain it."

A small smirk tugged at the corner of Natsu's lips. "I guess some do say I'm a beast in bed."

Lucy rolled her eyes, as a pang hit her heart. Thinking about the women he'd been with brought fantasies to her head, and then created jealous afterthoughts. Oh sheesh, I'm jealous of the women who'd been in his bed. This is a new level of low—even for you Lucy. C'mon girl you got to toughen out! You're going to be free in like ten minutes.

"Cocky much?"

"Jealous much?"

You don't know the half of it.

"Screw you."

"In a year maybe. Not really looking forward to being called a pedophile."

"You've killed more people than I can count on one hand, and you're worried about being called a pedophile?"

Natsu shrugs, as he stretches his fingers and shuts down his computer. "I have morals."

"And I have a dick."

He raises his eyebrow, "are you trying to tell me something?"

"Fuck you."

"We already established we're not going to fuck."

By this time Lucy was annoyed as much as one can be when they've been shot, punched, and out-smarted in an argument by the same person all in less than twenty-four-hours. Lucy stands up. "I'm going to look for something in the storage room."

He shrugs, and opens the door. "I'll leave this door opened then."

Lucy goes in the storage room and closes the door. She looks up and finds the vent, grabs a screw driver she'd hid and unscrews the screws on the grate as fast as she can. She grabs one of the boxes after putting down the ventilation grate, and uses the box to climb in the vent. Her time was ticking. Lucy crawled as fast as she could, she was past caring about any of the noises she made.

Luckily so far all she had to do was keep going straight.

Until luck ran out.

There was two options ahead of her. One, she could go left. And two, she could go right. Lucy had no clue which way to go, and time was running out fast and she knew she had less than thirty seconds. So, in her favorite jeans, that was now littered with cobwebs—she chose right.

I hope this is the right thing to do. Gosh Lucy, cracking funny ass jokes in a serious situation.

Lucy's mouth turned into a big ass smile. One of those you couldn't wipe away no matter what you did. Because standing—well sitting, or nothing, you know what fuck it—before her was the other side of the vent. At this point Lucy was working on hope. She slammed her feet against the grate over, and over again. Not caring if anyone could hear—freedom was just a grate away. And she would fuck Jiemma willingly before she let this chance slip bye.

Then it happened.

It pooped off with a snap.

And Lucy jumped.

The next morning Natsu sat on his desk, a blank expression on his face like usual when Erza barged in. Erza came over to Natsu's desk in long strides, then slammed a piece of paper on his desk. Looking at it he read what was written.

Gotta blast!

-TheStarburstQueen

PS. I hope you guys have nice lives, except Natsu. You have to clean all those fucking toilets before you can have a nice life!

He smiled.

Natsu showed a full on smile. Not the small smiles, but this was a smile that showed off the small dimple on his left cheek. And Erza's eyes nearly popped. The last time he'd smiled this big was when he took Wendy trick or treating when he was eleven. Erza expected everything but a smile. Holy shit—Natsu was smiling.

Natsu knew all along.

He knew she took Levy's lap top.

And he knew she planned to escape.

And so, he helped her—giving her extra time to escape.

If you keep a bird in its cage too long, it'll start to hate you.

Natsu didn't want her to hate him.

OKAY SO THIS ISN'T THE BEST FUCKING CHAPTER! BUT IT'S A CHAPTER! AND TBH I LIKE IT! I'm sorry for not posting this sooner but fucking teachers, giving us projects left and right. And then shit's happening with my friends and i'm worried af because they don't have the best lives. To be honest i'm more of a reader than a writer, i can't actually finish a story without getting side tracked. SOOOO this is hopefully gonna be the first story i ever finish-even if it may be shitty.

HOPE'D YA LIKED IT, OR LOVED IT-WHATEVER THE HELL WORKS OUT FOR YOU!

Love all of your reviews! Sorry for my long absence and i can't promise it won't happen again but this chapter was nine pages, and over 4K words!

Sorry, it's not really edited-its so fucking hard sticking to one tense in a story, and i've been trying to do present tense, but eff it i'm gonna do present and past idgaf anymore. OOOOH I CAN'T WAIT TO WRITE THE NEXT CHAPTER!

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