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WHEN WE WERE KIDS

CHAPTER NINETEEN

After school, we walked home, in silence, Cana was once again, nowhere to be seen. I knew we were both thinking aout the same thing, tonight, the journey, and tomorrow. The train took a day to get there, so it would be perfect timing.

"Are you sure you're alright to come?" I asked him again. He nodded.

"I told you, miss Orlando gave me some medcine that should keep my sickness at bay for a while." He said, rattling the pot of pills.

"Okay..." I said. "Have you told Gramps?"

"No, he won't know I'm going, he's still away. Have you told obba?"

"Yes. She went to go and find Gramps." I lied.

"Should I wear black?" He asked. I smiled.

"That would be co-operative, thanks."

We parted ways, and made arrangments to meet each other at the station, at nine p.m, just as the sun set. When I got home, I found a parcel, with the purple seal, waiting for me on the doormat. I sighed, and picked it up. I went into the kitchen, and got the previous letter still unopened. I opened that one first.

Miss Heartfilia,

Here is our first requirement, we would like you to befriend Sting Eucliffe. That is all, good day.

And it ended there. My suspicion of Sting grew, he seemed like the type of person who would force someone to befriend him. I then opened the parcel. It contained a letter, and something wrapped in more paper.

Miss Heartfilia,

Please do not ignore our letters. Because you ignored it, we are only allowing you one month to stay in Magnolia. We are aware of your plans to go and visit your mother. We may be blackmailers, but we are not monsters, so you have our permission. Enclosed, is something we wish you to wear when you visit her grave.

I put the letter down, and unwrapped the paper. It was a dress, a black chiffon dress, and black fingerless gloves. I tried not to feel gratefull, but my mother had always told me that people deserved to be thanked, so I said, under my breath, "Thank you.", and bought the dress into my room. I heard a sound at the door, the letterbox, so I went to see what was causing it. On the doormat, was a little bit of paper, I picked it up.

You're welcome.

I gasped, and dropped it. I opened the door, and ran out onto the streets, but saw no one. I sighed, and walked back in. 'So they know my every move, every word I speak...'.

After I had packed the dress and some money, I left, for the station. The sun was setting, throwing it's orange light over Magnolia, I was going to miss it, a lot, along with all my friends. It was imperitive that I told Natsu, before the one month ended.

Meanwhile

"Mokarov, have you got the tears?" Polyuchka asked. They were sitting at a table, in an inn. Rob, Yajima, Mokarov and Polyuchka.

"I do, Natsu sent them to me. Poor boy, he said it was horrible..." Mokarov said, as he pulled out a vile of clear liquid from his pocket.

"Well, if your theory is right, of course he would find it horrible." Polyuchka replied. "But all those feelings are made up, so who cares."

"I care!" Mokarov said back.

"Come on, Mocky, let's put them on the blade." Yajima said, picking up a dagger, with a handle that looked like it was made completely of amber. Mokarov nodded, and opened the vile. He poured the drops on, and they all waited in silence for something to happen.

"Well, I guess she doesn't have the-ah." Rob started saying, before he saw the blade glowing. Everyone sighed.

"I guess we were right. So it confirmes our suspicions?" Polyuchka asked.

"Yes, unfortanately. But we need to double check that the blade is a Lorce, if she is to, then she should have scars somewhere, and they should be glowing like this knife. But it will only work at close proximity, because the knife made those scars. Come on, we need to get back as soon as possible." Mokarov said.

"So who's fault is this again?" Yajima asked.

"A jealous father, and an angry adoptive father."

"But you're Natsu's adoptive father?"

"He had one before me, so I guess that makes two jealous adoptive fathers, one a giant, and one a dragon, and then there's Lucy. She'll probably be equivalent to both when she finds out..." he said.

Mokarov went back up to his room to pack his stuff up, when he heard a small beeping sound. He opened his duffel bag, and found the globe made of lacrima shining red, meaning he had a call. He set it on the desk, and tapped it with his finger.

"Gramps! How's it goin'?" Natsu said, as he saw his father figure.

"Natsu, good, and you?" He asked, smiling at his son's ever joyfull face.

"Fine."

"Any particular reason for calling?"

"Not really, I was just wondering..."

"Uh oh..."

"How do you tell a girl you love her?" He asked, blushing and embarassed.

"My, my. Natsu? Are you in love?" Mokarov asked, chuckling.

"No! I never said I was! I was just wondering-"

"Who is she?"

"Hey! I didn't mean that! You interupted me! Forget everything! I didn't say anything about L- No one!" Natsu shouted, becoming redder and redder.

"Oh, so her name starts with 'L'?"

"No! There is no one!" He protested. Mokarov laughed more.

"Okay. There isn't anyway in particular to tell a girl you love her, if you know her, you'll know how to say it." Gramps said. Natsu looked puzzled.

"I still don't understand."

"You will when it's time. So have you actually even kissed a girl?"

"Yeah! Of course, if Gray can, then I can, I gave a girl a love bite." He said, crossing his arms proudly.

"Well done, I was actually starting to get worried you took no interest in relationships what so ever."

"Okay, well thanks for your information."

"Natsu, I'll be back in about four days."

"Alright, I'll see you then."

"Oh, and brat?"

"Yeah?"

"Any more of those bad dreams of yours?" Gramps asked.

"Sometimes. Lucy's been having bad dreams to, maybe it's an illness?" Natsu asked.

"How do you know she's been having bad dreams?"

"She told me."

"Does she tell you straight after she's had them?"

"The morning after."

"Are they on the same nights as yours?"

"Let me think..." Natsu said, counting on his fingers. "Yes, I think so."

"Okay. We might make it back in three days. I'll see you soon. Don't do anything I wouldn't do." He said, as he stopped the call. Natsu smiled to himself, as he went back to his packing. He was doing something Gramps wouldn't do, and he definitely wasn't going to stop. If Lucy needed him, he'd be there. He folded a black shirt, and put it in his bag.

As you red, this one was a little plot revealing third person chapter. Next chapter, tears, dramatic sunsets, and the return of the elders. BISOUS FROM ROJI :*