A/N: So, thanks to my friend Quezo, this story now has a cover image! :D (The eye's too high, idiot) Also, she wrote most of this chapter because I had to study for yearlies.. Sorry about that. Hope you had fun at Coldplay last night. ;)
And I looked up the term for what I called a tea bowl. It's yunomi. Actually there are a few terms for different types, but I think yunomi is the one I was looking for..
(and Happy Birthday to me. :3)
Well, enjoy! :)

The cheap door clicked shut. Titania continued to stand there, with her hand resting on the doorframe, and her eyes staring at the handle, before she sighed and turned around several seconds later. She stepped up onto the carpet, leaving her fluffy bunny slippers on the tiles, heels resting on the platform's edge. She switched off the light in the lobby on her way to her bed where Lucy lay under the blanket. Erza sat cross-legged next to the bed, taking out her hair and loosening it with her hands. Her beautiful, scarlet hair was now wavy and tangled from the hair-ties that held it up for a few hours. She left the hair-ties next to the lamp on the bedside table, and overlapped her arms on the mattress, resting her chin on her left wrist. She stared at Lucy's hair, trying to remember how much it used to shine.

"Are you hungry?"

There was a moment's silence before the bed sheets rustled under Lucy's shaking head. Silence passed between the two friends, then Lucy rolled over under the blanket to face Erza with those blank eyes she's been wearing for four years. They looked at each other endlessly until Erza decided to ask another question.

"Am I really the only one you actually talk to?"

This time, Lucy nodded once, without breaking eye contact. The scarlet-haired beauty sighed another breathful of air. She looked to the left at the calendar tacked on her wall as well as the white clock in the kitchen, and attempted to mentally calculate how much time there was left unt-

"Can I borrow pyjamas?"

"Sorry? Oh, of course. Are you going to have a bath?"

The reply was a hummed 'No'.

She leaned back from the mattress and watched Lucy from her seat on the floor as she stood from the comfort of the bed to fetch a set of pyjamas and panties from the wardrobe behind Erza. She hadn't heard her friend speak in a while. Her voice didn't sound dry, so Erza concluded Lucy must have been talking to other people. A smile played on Erza's lips at this thought. That's good.

Lucy took out a white set of pyjamas with yellow ducks on them, as well as panties, from inside the drawer and set them on top of it. She looked up and found extra towels in assorted colours neatly folded on the left side of the metal rack above the armour and dresses Erza hasn't made space for yet in her separate dimension. Lucy stood still in front of the open wardrobe, staring down at her bandaged forearm, causing Erza to intensify her stare. She switched her attention to the towels up top, followed by her friend on the floor. Lucy went to reach for the towels with her left arm, but decided against it and slithered the white towel out from underneath the rest using her right hand instead. She gathered all the clothing along with the towel in her arms and slid the wardrobe door close. Erza opened her mouth to speak, but Lucy escaped into the bathroom before she could make a sound.

Erza sighed as she placed all the dishes back onto the tray and set it down onto the countertop. She emptied the tea into her yunomi and put back the untouched biscuits into the jar in the corner, eating the remains of the broken ones. She gathered all the dishes into the sink, creating a mental reminder to wash them, first thing in the morning. She washed her hands and dried them on her pyjama pants then leaned on the countertop, her finger tracing the edge of her yunomi. She looked to her right at the bathroom door. The yellow light beamed through the gaps, reflecting on the steam seeping through those same gaps. She sighed once again, and looked down into her tea. The beverage was cooling down, as Erza didn't feel much heat on the sides of the small stoneware. Erza held out her hand and watched herself requip a small, palm-sized bottle almost empty with X-balls the size of marbles, also known as dissolvable lacrimas. This type of X-ball was a slightly transparent dark-gold colour, and acts as a honey-flavoured anti-depressant. Cana purchased them from an unknown, yet reliable, source and divided the stock between Erza, Mirajane, Juvia, Gray, Natsu and herself in these bottles.

Lucy stood under the hot running water, not having much spirit to properly scrub herself. Her shirt and jeans were rolled up on the corner of the foldable extension on the side of the sink. The bandages were scrunched up beside the end of her clothes. Erza's spare pyjamas and panties were stacked on the other half of the extended bench top, closest to the bathtub. The white towel was still neatly folded and placed on the edge of the bathtub right next to the shower's door. She didn't do much while she showered; she just stood there, not even thinking about anything. Her mind was blank, the sounds of the falling water didn't bother her, neither did the heat of the steam. The celestial spirit mage couldn't hear or feel the water. She saw it, but her mind couldn't process what it was.

When she had enough, she stepped out of the shower then dried and clothed herself, then stood in from of the sink to brush her teeth and dry her hair. When she came out of the bathroom, Erza was leaning on the bench, once again staring into her now empty yunomi while waiting. Her index fingers and thumbs rested along its edge. Erza saw Lucy walking through the bathroom door and she took the X-ball from beside her hand and approached her friend. "Have you brushed your teeth?"

Lucy nodded.

"Dried your hair?"

Another nod.

"Here," Erza placed the X-ball into Lucy's palm and hugged her goodnight. "I'm just going to wash up, so go ahead and sleep if you want." She walked into the bathroom and half-closed the door, leaving Lucy in the hallway staring at the X-ball.

When Erza finished, she dried her hands and face and quickly brushed through her hair. She stepped out of the bathroom, turning off the light. She turned the hallway and kitchen lights off as well, seeing as Lucy had left the lamp on the bedside table on. She checked the door was securely locked then went back into the main room and turned the lamp light off. Erza climbed into her bed next to Lucy on her side, facing the dark kitchen. She pulled the blanket up to her waist and played with its edge. She actually wasn't all that tired, but she felt like Lucy needed the close protection. She thought about where she could take Lucy the following day that wasn't the train of thought was disrupted when Lucy rolls over in her sleep, and grabs at a small bit of Erza's pyjamas near her shoulder blade, prompting her to turn around. Erza did so as she gently taking her friend's hand from her clothing so that she wouldn't wake up then positioned her left arm under her head where it was comfortable and wrapped the other around Lucy's head, bringing it towards herself so that the blonde's forehead rested on her collarbone.

Erza took a deep breath and muttered, "The guild?" Maybe. She fell asleep unable to think of someplace else she could take Lucy.

Unknown to both females, a single tear rolls down from the corner of Lucy's eye down to her temple, before Erza's pyjamas soaked it up.

The wooden doors of the tiny guild swung open as two figures entered. "Tadaima!" the more confident girl called out.

Unsynchronised replies of "Welcome home" came from across the room. Some sat silent and simply raised their drinks or hands at the pair in greeting.

Macao turned back on his stool to face his closest friend and smirked. "A thousand Jewels they ditched."

"It's a one-sided bet, but why not? You're on, old man," Wakaba said, leaning back from their short huddle. He inserted his burning cigar back into his mouth and watched intently as their targets sat at an unoccupied table.

Macao turned along with Wakaba, and leaned back on the table with his elbows. His unfinished beer sloshed in the tankard as Macao held it in a way so it hung over the edge. He faced the resting couple and called out, "Took you guys a while. I doubt the job was THAT hard for you two." He raised an eyebrow, his mouth still holding that smirk.

They both blushed immensely, and their eyes widened into saucers. Bisca diverted her gaze, and looked to her husband for support before she began stammering nonsense, hoping that he could make up a reasonable excuse. He met her eyes, cursing to himself for being the last to do so to the other. He answered, attempting to maintain a nonchalant composure, "Trains were delayed."

"For two days?"

'Has it been that long?' was the thought that was transferred between the two when Alzack turned back to his wife for back up.

Luck came to their rescue as Kinana entered through the already open guild doors carrying an empty basket. The young lady was greeted with the casual 'Hey's and 'Yo's.

"Hey Kinana! Can I get another batch of these?"

Kinana giggled. "Sure, Droy. Just give me a minute." She closed the doors behind her then made her way straight to the side of the bar and stored the laundry basket inside the room next to the stool in the corner. She popped out only to disappear behind the kitchen door to make Droy's order of chicken drumsticks.

Several layers of sound filled the building, having all its current members present inside. Romeo sat at the bar, talking with Laki about school, with Kinana occasionally putting in from inside the kitchen. Reedus sat in his small corner by the shelves, humming away as the strokes of his brush came into contact with the canvas in front of him. It was hard for him to pay attention to his intricate artwork when Macao and Wakaba were still loudly arguing over who won the bet, even though they both know neither did; the couple's reactions suggested that they did, in fact, do as Macao accused, however neither admitted to it. Simultaneously, the two both turned and called out to Nab standing at the request board, "I WON, RIGHT?!"

However, Nab couldn't care less about their bets anymore. He just pointed at some random in his peripheral vision and mumbled, "Ask him."

The two ageing men followed the direction Nab was pointing at, and was about to yell the same question across the room at the active person, but they were interrupted by that same man. "I've done it! Behold, the Puny Dance!" Vijeeter announced, then immediately began performing the so-called 'Puny Dance' for Max to see. Max wasn't impressed, though, labelling the act as 'disgusting' before walking away.

Macao gave up on Vijeeter and turned to his son for support instead. "Hey Romeo, I won the bet, right? Right?"

Ignored.

"Oi.. Haven't I told you before to stop betting on our relationship?" a very irritated Bisca scolded Macao and Wakaba. She was the Erza of the moment, aiming dual wielded revolvers between both pairs of eyes. A cold-hearted aura surrounded her, and her eyes were hidden behind her bangs, but Wakaba was sure they were as scary as his wife's. Bisca sent chills down their spines, and they immediately shut up.

Kinana stepped out from the kitchen, carrying a tray with Droy's freshly fried chicken drumsticks on a plate. Her dress gave the impression she was on skates, as she went to serve her overweight guild mate.

It was a few hours later, in the early afternoon, when the guild doors burst open once more. The blinding daylight outside was shadowed by a horde of numerous, familiarly shaped silhouettes. Naturally, all the members inside the building turned to welcome whoever entered.

However, this time, everyone just stayed very still, mouths gaping wide and eyes opened like saucers.

Wakaba's burning cigar fell out of his mouth, Macao had dropped his beer, Droy his chicken, and a tray that once held full tankards of fresh beer was now rattling on the floor, having left Kinana's hands. Now, its previous occupants have tipped and spilled, staining the wooden planks it reached.

Tenrou Team have returned.

No, this must be a dream. A hallucination at the least.

They had searched for such a long time, longer than anyone else were interested in. Fairy Tail had become famous to the residents of Hargeon Town due to their frequent appearances and visits. Also, the last time they had searched was just two days ago, and not a single trace was unearthed. The whole idea of their return was very near impossible. The only time it may actually occur was in their dreams.

Where have they been these past seven years?

A moment of silence passed, followed by a loud chorus, "TADAIMA!" Wide Fairy-like grins became contagious among Tenrou Team, and tears of joy began to barge through their eyelids. Its affect differed from their intentions. The aged guild members were left dumbstruck.

Romeo fell of his stool, rolled up and stumbled a beeline path to the group, nudging past comrades and furniture, all the while keeping his focus on the impossible. He was scared, but nonetheless stood in front of his very own role model, fists clenched. Salamander, though, was oblivious to the boy's fear, and leaned closer to his face. After sniffing his instantly recognisable scent, he asked, "Oh? Romeo?"

Then he stumbled backward, a hand rubbing his nose. Muffled through his bandages, he shouted a little louder than intended, "Hey! Is this a new was of saying 'Welcome Home', or something? Jeez, how much did we miss?" He stubbornly turned his head to the side, pouting and folding his arms.

Romeo felt his legs give way and he fell to his knees; his outstretched arm flopped down to his side. Natsu heard the thump of the impact, and quit his childish act. Romeo bent over, fists and knees on the stone floor. Tears fell from his eyes and wet the floor he faced. No one was sure which emotion or emotions that caused him to cry, not even himself. He didn't even know how to describe his jumbled feelings right now. He choked, feeling his tongue trying to read what his brain sent. Everything escaped as stifled sobs, the emotion behind them constantly changing. Purple fire enveloped his hands, materialising the fire mage's excess anger. Finally, his emotions were processed and sorted, and he found the strength to say something. He screamed. "STOP MESSING WITH US!"

By this time, the group that just returned were mentally panicking. Natsu kept his cool, though. He knelt down, placed a comforting hand on Romeo's head and ruffled his hair softly. His tone hushed, almost whispering his next words. "Yo, Romeo. I'm back." He displayed his Cheshire-like grin, slightly tilting his head to the side.

Romeo hesitated, then raised his head so that Natsu's hand was now on the top, flattening down his hair. His tear-stained face displayed only love a boy could have for his older brother, and his hands have ceased flaming in rage. Romeo then lowered his head once more, so that Natsu removed his hand. His voice was almost inaudible, so much that it took some strain from even Natsu's ears to pick up, and he was crouching arms-length from the boy.

"Natsu-nii.."

Natsu stood and offered his hand out to Romeo, who raised his head once more and reluctantly accepted it, brushing himself off as he stood straight. Tears of joy had begun to edge the corner of his eye as he said his next words.

"Okaeri, minna."

Almost every aged guild members have calmed down by now, no longer sensing threat. Romeo's greeting had ascertained them these people are -were- the missing Fairy Tail members.

Almost every one.

Metal hit metal as a single gunfire echoed throughout the building. The rustling of leaves and the squawking of terrified birds evacuating the area sounded outside. The next sight seen for the crowd was either the small dent in Gajeel's arm pillar, or a trembling Alzack, a shaky arm aimed in front of him.

The smoking gun clattered on the floor as Gajeel cautiously retracted his arm back, the glinting bullet held up horizontally between his index and middle fingers.

Alzack tripped backwards over a fallen chair, whimpering all the way. Gajeel switched his attention from the bullet to his distraught comrade. He strode over, taking casual-sized steps terrifying Alzack all the more. Bisca was too shocked to react. Shocked at her husband's disbelief. Gajeel towered over Alzack. His shadow was twice the length of Alzack's body on the ground.

"Hey bastard," the iron dragon-slayer menacingly greeted. He leaned down and lifted Alzack by the collar with the hand not holding the bullet. Now, he held the metallic weapon using his index and middle fingers and his thumb at the base. "Ya know, ya could've hurt someone with this." He displayed the shell he held, gently placing the tip between Alzack's crossed eyes and slightly pushing. The iron dragon slayer grinned, displaying his distinctively sharp canines in a threatening manner.

"Should be caref-"

CLANK!

Gajeel irked and turned around to find Levy as the culprit. She stood with a smirk slightly in front of the group at the entrance of the guild, left hand on her hip. He dropped Alzack, who unfortunately landed uncomfortably on a fallen chair from Romeo's trip, and used that hand to rub the top of his head, where a bump was beginning to form.

"What was that f-"

For the second time that minute, Gajeel was interrupted by the same girl.

"Eat iron, not Alzack," Levy said, pointing to the ground beside him. He faced the direction she pointed at, and found the materialised word 'IRON' lying lopsided on the dented ground, a heart in place for the hole in the O.

The males in the room burst in hysterical laughter at the scene, or more accurately, at Gajeel. Even Alzack had lightened up a bit; he was laughing along after standing up, scratching his head. Poor Alzack, however, was oblivious to a certain unsatisfied green-haired Guns mage standing a few feet behind him, scowling into the back of his head.

Gajeel straight-out ignored the humiliation, and sat down, excitedly eating Levy's magic from his lap. He was gnawing on the corner of the N when Elfman yelled, "A real man always knows when to back down!", before returning to his fit of laughter. Meanwhile, all the ladies of the Tenrou Team were now giggling and praising their bluenette bookworm, correctly accusing her of crushing on Redfox over there, to which Levy blushed greatly.

A feminine voice spoke its thoughts. "But.. how?" Relatively quiet, it was still loud enough to abruptly cancel out the laughter, even Natsu's. The silence was replaced with uncomfortable grunts.

Her head was bowed, causing her bright purple bangs to cover her eyes from view. The rest of it was tied in a bow and extended down to her chest, curling at the ends. Her left hand held her right arm just above the elbow. As the next words came out of her soft lips, her grip tightened, and a soft trickle of salty liquid that descended down her cheek could be seen with the help of the glare from the sunlight seeping through the guild's open entrance. "How did you-"

She couldn't finish her query, though, because she couldn't find the right words to.

Master hobbled over as best he could with his injuries, with the guild members watching curiously. He hopped up onto the table closest to her and sat with his legs and arms crossed or folded, and his eyebrows slightly furrowed. The old man closed his eyes tightly, as if in deep thought. When they opened once more, they carried a soft expression. He spoke with the wisdom of his age.

"Laki."

The said wood-based mage silenced herself in surprise. She looked up from behind her lavender bangs, and turned her head to face the third Master of Fairy Tail.

"Honestly, no-one here knows the reasoning behind this miracle. However, just because it can't be proven with sufficient evidence, you must not laugh at miracles. Live in the present. We're here alive and well, aren't we? So why the need for shedding tears of despair?"

Then, he grinned wide, his white moustache hiding the corners of his mouth.

"On a more important note; you sure have grown, Laki."

"Master, don't make me mad."

"Ehehe, sorry Mira-chan."

"MAH! WHERE'S THE BOOZE?!"

With that, the guild's rowdy celebrations began, and Mirajane hurried to assist Kinana with bar tending almost instantly, knowing full well how much this guild can party. Everyone partied well into the night and two days after that, which resulted in a destruction site of splintered and burnt wood, spilt booze and a crowd of drunken mages sleeping in strange positions throughout the building. For example, Cana was left snoring inside an empty barrel, Max was pants-less hanging over the railing, bruised Natsu and naked Gray lay on the ground with their limbs spread out next to each other, one fist against each other's cheekbones. The Raijinshuu were huddled in the corner with Laxus in the middle, looking very irritated, even in his sleep. Nab, Warren and Reedus somehow managed to sleep in uncomfortable positions in the restroom. Wendy and Romeo slept next to each other, blushes on their faces and their fingertips touching. The Takeover Siblings were hugging each other behind a table Elfman used to protect his sisters from various flying objects throughout the night. And the rest can be left to the imagination.

The morning of the fourth day since their return was less eventful. Natsu and Gray immediately began arguing as soon as they woke up, though. The day was spent getting rid of hangovers, cleaning the building and repairing broken furniture, which was finished in time for lunch. By this time, Natsu and Gray were beat from their various competitions against each other in cleaning and repairing.

Team Natsu sat at a rectangular table near the wall of the guild. Natsu and Lucy sat on one side with Gray across Natsu and Erza across Lucy. Natsu was beginning to regain his energy by stuffing his face with Mirajane's improved recipe of fire chicken, and Gray was drowning a small bucket of crushed ice with black sesame snow cone flavouring. Happy sat on the end of the table between the boys, chewing into the side of a raw fish. Erza was in her own little world eating a slice of the delicious strawberry cheesecake Kinana had her try. Lucy was busy watching other members of the guild do their daily business, thinking about how much things have changed during the past seven years.

Every moment with Fairy Tail last night drinking, singing, dancing.. As if we were making up for seven years of lost time. What felt like a day to us was seven long years for them. A bitter, sorrowful seven years.. waiting every day, thinking of everyone.. It makes me sad.

Seven years, huh? I haven't been inside my apartment all that time. Wait, my apartment.. MY RENT!

Lucy paled.

"Well, I better go, guys. I have some stuff to do," Lucy explained. She stood up from the table, fixing her clothing a little bit.

"Ret'sh go on a mish-on tomowow, Roosh!" Natsu exclaimed, his mouth full of fire chicken.

"It's too early, Natsu! And don't talk with your mouth full.." Lucy sweat-dropped at his stupidity.

Natsu gulped down the food in his mouth and asked, "Waddaya mean?"

It's disgusting, you idiot. "We just got back from Tenrou, and partied for three days straight."

"So? I said 'tomorrow' anyway so you can rest up tonight," Natsu grinned.

Lucy didn't feel like spending her time arguing with this idiot, so she grunted in defeat and stormed out the building.

"..Lucy's such a weirdo, isn't she?"

"Aye!" Happy chirped, muffled by his fish.

"You really are an idiot, aren't you?"

"What was that, ice princess?!"

That was the moment the guild began an all-out brawl, the Fairy Tail way.

Meanwhile, Lucy meandered through the city of Magnolia, taking in how much of the once-familiar sights have changed. She wandered through the stores, new and old, stalling the moment she faces the wrath of her landlady. She searched through bookstores and clothes shops, mentally calculating how many Jewels she'll need to save in order to purchase everything that she wanted, on top of her rent debt.

She decided to face her fears when the sky illuminated orange. Out of habit, Lucy walked along the stone edge of the canal running through Strawberry Street, looking up at the clouds and Plue trying not to step on the cracks just behind her. This was a daily routine for her, so she didn't worry about tripping and falling into the water. She listened to the sounds around her; the whistles of the wind, the chatter of other people walking across Strawberry Street, the jingles of her keys and the gentle flow of the water beside her. Two men in a delivery boat resembling a wooden gondola passed by in the opposite direction from where Lucy was one guiding the boat down the water was wearing a white shirt, dark brown pants and a cork-coloured bandana around his head. The other was taking a nap against the covered crates, his black newsboy cap titled down over his closed eyes. He wore black pants and a grey business shirt with its sleeves folded up to his upper arms.

The one in the bandana saw a young girl staring up at the sky while walking along the canal's edge and called out to her, worried about a beauty such as herself falling into the water, "Be careful, Miss!", not only getting the girl's attention, but also stirred awake his partner.

Lucy was taken back from her daydreams. She stopped walking and saw the men in the gondola. "I'll be fine!" Lucy waved them off with a grin.

"Lucy-chan?" the man with the cap whispered more to himself than to anyone else.

"Huh?" The first deliveryman turned back to face the young girl, but the stone bridge they just went under blocked his view.

"We haven't been home in a while, huh Plue?"

"Pun-puun!"

A few minutes later, Lucy found herself standing with her feet together in front of her apartment house and Plue resting in her arms. The familiar red-orange walls, sloping roof and the two chimneys were refreshed in her memory. She took a deep breath, and opened the door of the house to find the landlady just stepping down from the bottom step of the stairs carrying a dustpan and brush in one hand and a feather duster in the other. Although, she still wore revealing clothes which many would agree are too young for her looks.

She looked at her tenant at the door, and processed what she saw. "So it's true, you HAVE returned. I'm glad that you're safe."

"Um.. M-my rent?"

"Taken care of. Your father cares a lot about you."

Papa?

"And just so you know, the rent was raised to 80,000J five years ago in August," the landlady advised. She placed what she was carrying on the corner of the bottom step of the stairs and started heading back up the stairs, with Lucy following close behind. She opened the door to Lucy's apartment, and stepped aside, allowing her tenant to walk in first. "I cleaned it every week. Although, some of your outfits went to the moths," she said, and then returned to her business.

Lucy was stunned at first. But she recovered quickly and ran into the hall to see her landlady carrying her cleaning tools into the storage room. "Wait. Thanks."

She swore she saw a glimpse of a sincere smile playing on the old lady's face. Before Lucy could prove it, though, the door was shut from the wind blowing from an unknown direction.

Lucy headed back into her apartment, looking around and realising nothing has changed, except for seeing smaller stack of clothes in her wardrobe. There were six wrapped boxes of presents piled on her main table, with an envelope attached to each. She hesitantly reached for any one of the letters, carefully untangling it from the golden ribbon that accentuated the wrapping of the present. The front spelled 'Lucy' in beautiful calligraphy-like handwriting. The year 'X795' was written on the bottom right. Lucy flipped the envelope over, taking out the page inside.

To my dearest Lucy,

Happy Birthday!
It has been some months since word about your and your friends' disappearance.
Love and Lucky is treating me well. I've made some friends and they
all help me whenever I need it.
I've been thinking.
My past wealth had caused much darkness to you, your mother and your friends.

Come home safely.

Love, Papa

After finishing the letter, she naturally read the other letters in order, forgetting about the presents. Just as Lucy finished reading the last letter, she heard yells from outside.

"LUCY! We're going to do a job!"

"Aye! We'll buy you some white tsume dango!"

Lucy stopped, then dropped the letters on her bed and ran outside, almost trampling her landlady just outside the door. Natsu and Happy had already taken off towards the train station and they were far ahead. She sprinted and called out to them, "Wait for me! I'm coming too!"

The boys stopped and waited for Lucy to catch up. She bent over, panting.

Happy was the first to comment. "You're slow, Lucy."

"Shut up, I'm wearing heels."

They stood there, giving Lucy some time to catch her breath from her sprint.

"Hey Luce?"

"Yes?"

"Why are you crying?"

"Huh?" Lucy stood up straight and brought her hand to her cheek. Her fingertips met with cool liquid under her eye. She smiled as she wiped the fresh tears away with her sleeve. She giggled at Natsu, much to his confusion. "It's nothing, Natsu," she simply said, knowing full well it was tears of joy rather than sorrow. It only took a few years for her father to change back to what he was originally like from a vicious, power-hungry man. She felt like laughing.

Natsu and Happy looked at each other, then back at Lucy. "Well, if you say so, Luce. Come on, we'll miss the train!" With that, he grinned and set off again towards the train station.

Happy flew after Natsu, mumbling something like, "Lucy sure is weird."

Lucy just ran after them, starting a race between the trio to Magnolia's train station.

A/N: So, thanks for reading. :)

And the ending is crappy because we're both busy today. I'll fix that the next time I upload.

Btw, sorry to go on a break so soon! I'm going on vacation next month and the next chapter would suck shit if I try to make it by then. But I will TRY to make it up to you for having to wait a long time by posting a double (maybe triple, if I have the time) upload sometime soon.
(Keyword: TRY) :s

Happy Holidays!

18/11/12