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~I do not own Fairy Tail ~
With the sudden freedom granted by running away I didn't now where or how to start my new life. For as long as I've lived I've always wondered it'd be like to have my own say and control in consideration of what I do, but now that it has come I don't know what to do with this power. Was this even the right choice? I sighed.
No time for rationalising my actions, what is done is done.
Panting exhaustedly, I finally found my way out of the maze whilst clinging onto my heavy leather bags and ended up at the massive, square front door. Once outside I laid my back against one of the cherry blossom trees, exhaling contentedly as I was now protected from the blistering sun's grasp, adapting to the barbed edges of the grass.
Suddenly, a growl thundered from my belly. I tried to reminisce the last time I ate something, only realising that since I couldn't even remember it must have been a long while ago. Frantically searching my bags, I realise I didn't bring any food with me. I sighed heavily and tried sinking to the ground, the pain was unbearable and I felt as if I couldn't move I deemed it necessary for me and starve to punish myself for running away from my own father.
What if he thinks those businessmen reached me? Oh god, he wouldn't forgive himself for losing me, but it wasn't your fault father, it's mine! I hope he's ok...
Before I eat, I know what I should do first to commemorate my new beginning by starting fresh in my new room, so I found the dorm key and lifted myself from the ground. Seeking for the dormitory was going to be easy since there are only two: one for girls and one for boys, and they were the small, cube houses on either side of the academy. But which one was the girls' one? They both were similar in design and lacked any sort of name on them, besides the Fairy Tail Academy logo.
Eventually I chose the one on the right of the school and quickly walked up to the considerably large door, I almost ran due to my sudden rush of excitement but I felt the weight of my suitcases defeat me so I slowed to a lingering walk. I opened the heavy door cautiously and entered the building and I could already feel the lack of any human's presence in the dormitory. I guess they're all outside in the sun. "Hello?" I called out from the front room. No answer. Deciding to find a room numbered 33; I chose the left part of the T-section corridor and carefully walked along the never ending boardwalk, checking door-to-door. Even in the inside I couldn't tell which gender this building contained, it had light, golden walls with deep, dark blue tasselled carpets and curtains. Neutral colours, in this case, were no help.
Suddenly, I spotted those two precious numbers on a champagne coloured door. I held my breath as I opened the door without the help of the key. As soon as I popped my head around the door to view my room, an epiphany hit me hard in the stomach. This is the boys' dorm. This is a boys' room. There is a boy right in front of me. From a glance I noticed that he had straight, black hair with jet black arenaceous eyes and pale skin, I especially noticed his bleached skin since he only had his underwear on. My cheeks instantaneously flushed crimson red as I backed to the wall. I screamed and he responded with his own.
"I'm so sorry! I thought this was the girls' dorm!" I apologized, stuttering full of embarrassment and avoided making any eye contact with him by staring at the cream carpet shamefully. "Get out." I only heard two stern words from him however they were so sour I felt like I had bitten through a whole lemon.
"I'm new here, I'm so sorry! My name is Lucy-" I stammered shakily whilst trying to quickly find the doorknob, when I looked up at him his eyes had changed colour. They were now a dark scarlet shade and smouldered with anger.
"GET OUT." He yelled ferociously. I slammed the door behind me, without looking back. I gulped back air which had been knocked out my body, I felt like the room had stolen my ability to breathe so I was more than happy to escape it.
Standing in the middle of the corridor, discontent had overcome my whole body and my mind; I don't want the students using this as a first impression of me so I considered attempting to talk to him... I would have done it, but I don't plan on being mauled to death by that angry teenager, not today anyways. However, something happened which I could not have predicted: the man opened the door and walked up to me, now fully clothed, expressing his stoic but pensive face. His eyes were back to their dusky shade, illuminated in the light.
"Let me see your key." He demanded, holding out his slim but large hand. At first, something told me not to give them to him, yet they ended up in his grip anyways.
"There must be a mistake." He apathetically sighed. "The rooms in the girls' dormitories began at number 41, the boys ending on 40. It seems Makarov might have given you a spare copy of my own key. Hmm..." His eyes wandered everywhere around the room, acting like he was the King of Fiore and I was just some peasant girl, and soon brushed off the return of my growling stomach. "I guess I'm involved in this." He said uninterested, and began to walk slowly down the corridor, his black shirt and jumper with a silver outline shrouded his tall, perfect stature.
"Wait a minute, my key!" I called to him, having to drag my bags along with me once more.
Something about Makarov's expression when the man, who I discovered is called Zeref, confronted him about our room problem, he had a smug smile smacked across his face and I think I already knew the answer before he even spoke.
"Well, Zeref is the only person who hasn't shared a room and since all our girl dorms are full, I thought you two would make lovely roommates." The old man heartily cackled to himself. "There's nothing you can do except try and get along, or get houses for yourselves." And that was it. He shut the door behind our stunned bodies and I began hearing him cheerily hum.
"So," I turned towards him, his eyes were scarlet again and he curled his lips to the sound of my voice. Glaring eyes shook my body to the core and he was now facing me with angry aura, a gloomy shadow arose behind his body and he looked catatonic; this guy was scary. I have only known him for a few minutes but I was already sick and tired of him being so pessimistic, I bet he hasn't even experienced how tough life can be.
"Hey, if we're going to be roommates you can at least pretend to be nice to me!" the words came out before I could think but I don't regret them since he looked as if they rattled some sense into him. His eyes snapped out of their slumberous state and returned to their cold, black circles. Thankfully, that scary shadow dispersed like dust in the wind.
He fell to his hands and knees and began crying. I'm sorry, I'm sorry... He melancholically whispered to me before clenching his fists.
"I am not myself." Rubbing his eyes, he slowly stood up, towering over me, and smiled! He cleared his throat and courteously bowed to me.
"My name is Zeref, I believe yours is Lucy. I hear you're hungry so let's find some food for you, shall we?" my eyes opened widely in shock, a surprise would be understating what I felt.
"Oh, sorry, would you like to put your bags in our room first?" He placed his hands over mine until I let go of my suitcase, then began walking forward without me again. I stood still in total shock. In just a few seconds he skipped from one personality to another; beastly and obnoxious to caring and adorable.
This guy is weird.
He turned around and chuckled lightly, "Hurry up, or will you just stand there with your mouth wide open?" I shook my head to clear my thoughts, and then hurried to his side and we began finding our way back to the dorm.
The door opened as he nudged it with his shoulders, he forgot to close it properly when he had a diva fit, and showed me into our room. The navy blue walls eclipsed the room to an extent where my eyes had to adjust to the dark. Also, there was a soft, cream carpet and two double beds at either side of the living room, with neat, wooden bookshelves covering the perimeter. Next to it was an open room with milky white tiles instead of carpet, and elegantly arranged cutlery and clean counters. Neighbouring the kitchen was a bright, petite bathroom, gratefully supplied with a door and a lock.
I could definitely get used to this, especially since that everything in this room was spotless and orderly, it hinted that Zeref was a neat-freak, which is good because I never liked keeping my room tidy.
Zeref gracefully turned around and heavenly announced, "Welcome to my humble abode."