I tried guys, I really did. I tried coming home and sitting down and NOT writing a new chapter for this story. But, as you are aware, that didn't work. FAIRY'S HOUSE LIVES!

"Lucy Heartphilia, huh?" A portly man chuckled as the soft chimes of a piano filtered in from the speakers of his laptop. "I had feared Jude was simply vying for greater funds when he informed me of her talent. See to it our people get in touch with him immediately. I wish to make a deal."

"Yes sir, right away." Totomaru bowed as he spoke before straightening himself and paced briskly towards the phone on the wall. Punching in the number he lifted the receiver to his ear, listening for the dial tone. When a gruff voice picked up on the other end he began the proposal.

"Mr. Heartphilia, I am pleased to report to you that Maser Jose has taken an interest in your daughter's ailities and would like to discuss with you the details of her future." His voice was steady and persuasive, the same that had convinced many well-known artists to sign on. So the reply was something he was not prepared for.

"I'm sorry, but I have no daughter." Jude's voice held no trace of sadness.

Totomaru pressed on none-the-less. "I'm sorry to hear that sir, I had not heard of her passing. My condolenses. To whom could my Masteer send flowers."

"No need for such a thing," Jude dismissed emotionlessly. "She's still alive. But not to me. If that is all then tell Jose to keep to his own affairs. I am much too busy for his money games. Good day." With that the line wnet dead.

Totomaru placed the reciever back into it's tray gently. Turning back towards Jose he stepped briskly to his desk. "I'm afraid," He said. "That obtaining Ms. Heartphilia's talent may be more difficult to ascertain than originally predicted. Her father claims no relation to her."

Jose thought this over for a moment. "You may be right." He thought a moment more. "Set up searches. We must find her."

"What else can you play, Lucy-san?" Wendy chirped from her seat infront of Lucy. Smiling, Lucy began to count them off.

Lucy thought for a moment before signing, "Fur Elise, Mozart Symphonies, Beethoven Symphonies, Waltzes, you name it. My Mother was a very popular piano player. She taught me most of what I know. Father got me piano lessons when she died, but it wasn't the same. We'd sit on the piano, me on her lap, and play pieces for hours when Father was busy with work."

"Your mother sounds like a wonderful person," Levy signed as she sat beside the other bluenette. "Could you tell us about her?" Levy's face was slightly pinched in hopes she hadn't asked too much. However, Lucy's smile brightened.

"Of course, Levy." She replied with easy motions, "I look alot like her. She was always smiling, even in the later stages of her illness. Her smiles always made me feel better. She was always so warm, kind too. All the servants loved her. She would go to the kitchen and help the cooks with meals whenever she felt up to it. She was not just their Mistress, she was their friend. She taught me so many things. About music and the stars. We'd go outside at night when The sky was clear and just watch the sky in silence, each of us off in our own worlds."

Lucy's lip quivered with the memories as she spoke. She missed her mother.

"Even when she was sick she was the strongest woman I will ever meet. The longest she should've lived was twenty. She lived to thirty five. I admired her so much." She looked up from her hands that hand woven their way into the fabric of her skirt. Levy and Wendy were in tears.

As Wendy spoke her lip quivered. "I'm so sorry, Lucy-san." Levy nodded her agreement with the younger girl. "Sorry I asked, Lu-chan." She signed.

Lucy shook her head as she signed back. "No, Levy-chan, don't be. I just wish she would've been able to meet you all."

"I wish we could've met her, too, Lu-chan." Levy signed. "She sounds like a really fun and nice lady. She had to be, of course, to have such a wonderful daughter. I'm sure she'd be proud of you, Lu-chan."

Lucy smiled. "I think so, too. DO you want to hear one of her favorite songs? She taught me the dance to it when I was younger. I loved to dance while she played."

Levy and Wendy nodded and Lucy stood, walking over to the piano. Setting herself up she began to play a piece with a nice tempo for dancing. The bass line was simple, three notes with an accent on one. After a few measures of this she began to add in melody notes, a soft sound. Lucy began to sway as the main melody entered, her fingers tracing a path they loved to travel, and traveled often.

Out of the corner of her eye she spotted Levy and Wendy begin to sway along with the music and she smiled.

With two quick notes the piece ended.

"What is that called, Lu-chan?" Levy signed.

Lucy smiled. "Waltz number two. Mother and Father danced to it at their wedding. That's why Mother loved it so much."

"It's very pretty." Wendy added, her face beaming.

Lucy couldn't help but smile as well. A visitor tore Wendy and Levy's attention away from the blonde and to them. It was Gray, shirtless.

"Lucy," He said. "You've got a visitor."

Lucy's smile faltered. Loke had just visited the other day, he wouldn't be back so soon would he? And if not Loke...

Then who?

We're playing Waltz no.2 in our band. That song is so pretty, but catchy. Very, very catchy. Ergo annoying.