"People: You're really quiet.
Me: No one plans a murder out loud."
-Teenager post # 9260
CHAPTER 2: FOUND
1st day of classes; 11:02 AM
School Clinic, Building C, Fairy Tail High, Fiore
"Clear the path! Can't you see we have a life or death situation here?!" the flock of students parted like the red sea when they saw and heard a certain Erza Scarlet; who cast a levitation spell on the reporter. Using swords.
All in all, the scene consisted of a serious scarlet-haired lady who had her right arm out, about ten swords in front of her which served as a stretcher for poor Jason while her left hand was enclosed on the motion-sickened Natsu Dragneel's dress shirt collar, forcefully dragging him on the floor. Sprinting right beside said motion-sickened Natsu Dragneel was his 'accomplice' in bringing half of Building A down, though she could not, for the life of her, figure out why his shirt is missing; Erza thought.
The scarlet-haired girl opened the clinic door with a loud kick, all the while shouting "There's an injured mortal here!"
"Oh my, what is it this time? A poked eye? A cracked skull? Internal bleeding?" the nurse had a bright, big smile while she led the students inside, them taking random chairs, and Erza practically shoving the groaning journalist on the clinic bed.
"Hang in there, sir! You can't give up! Not yet!" Erza's voice was full of emotion while her hand gripped the journalist's left hand.
"You know he's still alive, right?" The scarlet-haired girl tried to ignore the speaker behind her in vain.
"Don't give up! You've got a beautiful writing career ahead of you!" she continued while the black-haired transferee rolled his eyes heavenwards at the overreacting redhead.
"You're crushing his hand." Erza Scarlet finally turned towards the speaker; an unfamiliar student with jet-black hair and matching deep, pitch-black eyes. She then released her death grip.
'I didn't grip that hard, did I?'
"You're new here, aren't you? You should leave and proceed to your respectful classes; unless you want everyone's bad first impression on you to last. I'll handle the matter from here." Erza Scarlet stated conclusively, but the black-haired boy stood his ground.
"This matter was entirely our fault. So it's our responsibility to handle the matter from here. And who are you, anyway?" he asked, black orbs staring directly at the girl.
A minute of staring later, "Who are you? And why are you half-naked?" she asked.
"Ah! My clothes!" he realized, but then went back to the subject at hand.
'This girl is seriously hell bent on ignoring me,' the new student thought.
After getting no answer, Erza Scarlet repeated her question.
"I said, who are you?" it was a simple question, but the way she uttered the phrase with extreme assertiveness that it was overbearingly pushy annoyed him.
"Gray Fullbuster. Ice-maker mage. And you are?" he asked, eyeing the girl as she crossed her arms defiantly and held her chin up.
"You cannot claim the name of being an ice mage until you have officially graduated from this school." She retorted as the black-haired boy clenched his fist in exasperation.
"I asked you question." He bit back,
"And I chose to ignore said question. I see no reason why I would waste energy introducing myself to a destructive, disastrous, catastrophic, cataclysmi-"
"Okay, I'm violent; I get it already. Geez." By now, the two had commenced a glaring contest, while the nurse tended to the journalist and Natsu still sick on the nearby chair.
Gray Fullbuster had never, in his eighteen years of existence, met a person as stubborn as she was; she was a girl, for crying out loud; girls are supposed to be cute, friendly, and shyly blushing, not… not like her.
"If you have nothing more to say then I suggest you go back to class." Her voice boomed in authority, never once breaking the glare on the ice mage. Then he snapped his finger as if in realization.
"Oh, I get it. You're on your period, aren't you?"
Crickets were heard. Followed by two, bomb-like magic blasts.
The ice mage begrudgingly left the clinic with two, stinging circular bumps on his head, keeping in mind to never bother girls on their period.
'What numbskull has infiltrated Fairy Tail?' The scarlet-haired girl's fist was clenched in definite irritation at the ice mage's attitude.But the temperature of the room drastically rose; she noticed.
The journalist began stirring in his state of unconsciousness.
"Luka," the nurse gently called out, catching the redhead off-guard.
'Luka? Is that a spell? Do we have a traitor in Fairy Tail who has chosen to show her true colors now, in front of me?' her double katanas were requipped in her hands in a millisecond. 'In that case…'
But then the curtain to the other half of the clinic opened, revealing a blonde whose forehead was tightly gauzed.
'She was here the whole time? I have to admit; she's got no presence.' Erza Scarlet thought, returning the katanas to her dimension.
"It's Lucy, ma'am." The blonde replied to the nurse indifferently.
"Ahh, yes, Lacy," the blonde-haired girl remained expressionless, "You're probably A-okay now, so would you kindly inform the master about this matter while you head back to cla-" before the nurse could complete her sentence, Jason fully awoke and began with a loud, clear-
"COOOOOOOL! I've been personally hit by the Natsu Dragneel!" the blonde-haired girl blinked repeatedly, her gaze drawn to the nurse and Erza with question.
"Half of Building A was melted and frozen and the journalist from Sorcerer Weekly took pictures of the fight and Natsu Dragneel accidentally elbowed the journalist in the face and he screamed 'cool!' before fainting." Erza informed the girl with a serious expression, while the journalist continued his shouts of 'cool!', and not bothering to get up from the bed.
Lucy sweat-dropped.
"Lucky," the blonde-haired girl's eyebrow twitched. "Tell the master that Jason, from Sorcerer Weekly, won't stop shouting 'cool', 'kay? Oh, and that half of Building A is destroyed." The nurse's voice was a high, cheery falsetto and the girl nodded, stepping outside.
1st day of classes; 11:11 AM
Corridor outside the clinic, Building C, Fairy Tail High, Fiore
"I'm sorry." The blonde-haired girl bumped into someone while on her way to the master's office. She bowed low, never bothering to look at the person she bumped into, and continued on her way. That was, until said person grabbed her arm and she turned unexpectedly. Brown eyes met shaded ones, and the girl stood shocked.
"I haven't seen you in a long time, Lucy." The grip on her arm tightened, and Lucy shivered as she felt the sense of danger.
For a couple of minutes, she stared and remained speechless. 'Must… control… emotions…' she chanted in her head, but her eyes betrayed her. Her captor noticed this and he smirked.
"What happened to your head?" he asked, and the girl finally gained her voice.
"Loke. What-"
"Am I doing here?" he laughed a bitter laugh, "what do you think I'm doing here?" his eyes held an odd, unknown glint that sent shivers down her spine.
"A meteor struck down the mansion so dad had to unfortunately send you here to learn magic to recover the house." She replied with a deadpan expression.
He smiled. "Very close. But no."
She hid her left hand behind her back, forcefully trying to conjure up ice, fire, air, earth, metal, anything. But he drew her hand from behind her back.
"I'm disappointed. You spent three years in this place and still can't use magic to save you."
She then forcefully pushed him away.
"What are you doing here?" she asked once more, and she tried to control the quaking in her voice, "D-does dad know?"
"Know what? That his princess rejected fame, power, wealth and ran away to learn magic?" he laughed, pushing his shades with his index finger. The blonde could do nothing but stare.
"You've finally been found; Lucky Lucy Heartfilia." He walked forwards, stopping to barely whisper, "And I'm not going to lose you a second time around." He passed by her.
"See you around." Her fists clenched and she turned around, biting the inside of her cheek, but he was gone.
The blonde tried to calm her wildly beating heart down and conceal her emotions but to no avail. That was the first time Lucy Heartfilia panicked in a very, very long time.