I've got a puppy face on my knee and a puppy butt on my foot. Yep. It's good to be home.

Natsu watched, or at least tried to, anyway, as Lucy's older brother walked away. Turning back to the blonde whom he had little doubt was currently sporting a pout and whom he had no doubt was sulking, he sighed. She was truly something else, now as to why she got mad at him whenever he decided to point that little factoid out, he hadn't the slightest clue.

Women... or so had been Gray's comment on the matter.

"Natsu," She called after a moment. He heard a flop and assumed she now lay sprawled across the floor on her back in a position she claimed helped her think. Being not one for thinking, Natsu was dubious. None the less he didn't question it. This merely led to a lond discussion that usually ended with the blonde storming away in a fit of mental frustration and his own head hurting for a week at least.

"Natsu," She called again, her voice holding something he couldn't place, something very un-Lucy. "Do you think I'm being," She paused, trying to think of the right words. When she came up empty and stayed that way for a bit, Natsu volunteered a few he found fitting.

Childish? Silly? Stubborn? Wierd? A woman, even? How about-"

"I'm going to pretend I didn't heaar that." She grumbled darkly, cutting him off. Natsu himself grinned stupidly.

"My dear, sweet, delused Lucy." Natsu cooed. "You didn't."

Lucy then took the opportunity to slap that stupid, condescendingly smirk-y grin off of his equally stupid - although cute - face. Glancing at her clock she groaned, bringing her fingertips to her temples to rub away the ever present headache that had begun to grow over the last few minutes. She lifted the blankets from the bed and slid underneath the fluffy, pink down comforter.

"It's midnight, Natsu." She mumbled as she did this, her face smushed into the pillow for the latter part of the statement. "I'm going to bed. There are some things I need to sleep on."

"Yeah," Natsu agreed as he slid beneath the blanket as well, lifting the blonde's head on to his chest. "Like me."

"Idiot." THe blonde responded as she slowly drifted off to sleep and Natsu watched as her eyes slid closed. "You know you love me," he chuckled as he nuzzled into the mattress, not expecting a reply from the slumbering blnde that lay on his chest.

He drifted into blissful sleep.

Mira stayed in Laxus's arms for another hour or so and seeing that the two may need some time alone Lisanna had seperated herself a while back. She now patrolled the elder Strauss's office, slowly taking in the atmosphere and sutle touches that enveloped the room in a comforting aura. An entire wall was hung with photos, the same small group of people scattered around the frames.

A red-haired girl sat smiling innocently in one photo while she raged war on a shirtless male in another. Although that same boy was in countless photos he was always in some way nude, in one being scolded for that very action as panic and embarrasment flashed over his otherwise cool face. A brunette posed hapharardly as she laughed at him, her cheeks slightly flushed as they were in every photo. A small bluenette blushed slightly, the dark-haired man so often by her side snorting snidely. Another, darker bluenette was slightly behind them, waving an article of clothing that no doubt belonged to the shirtless man.

A blonde laughed.

Lisanna's eyes froze. That was the blonde with Natsu. That was her. That was Lucy. Quickly the younger Strauss flicked her eyesaround, searching for the same blonde. She found her with ease; smiling, laughing, playing a large piano while the half-naked man and the darker bluenette sang. She froze once more as her eyes landed on another photo of the blonde.

She lay asleep, hopefully, with an also asleep Natsu. His arms wrapped around her back, holding the blonde to his chest as his nose lay buried in her mass of splayed blonde locks. Her arms lay loosely folded onto his chest, her head tucked near his.

Lisanna fumed. her eyes trailed with a vengence now, searching for coinciding frames of pink and blonde. And she found them. Lots of them. A few more of them cuddling, one of Natsu watching as Lucy played a melody on the piano, in a few the latter struggled beneath the wieght of the former's arm around her shoulder.

Lisana closed her eyes, and breathed. She was a good girl, she told herself as she often had before. A nice girl. A girl who didn't get jealous. What had she to get jealous of, anyway? She'd had the number to contact Natsu for all of a year and a half now. She'd never tried to contact him before, of course he'd thought she'd left him.

She was stupid, really, to think he would have thought otherwise. And yet...

Lucy yawned as she shuffled down the hallway. Not two hours into her sleep she was hastened awake and shoved out the door with commands to, and she quotes, 'get some food'.

She threw her hands in frustration, not daring to let the growl and ranting rage escape, lest she wake someone. She really didn't want to go through the whole 'Natsu sent me to the cafeteria at three in the morning for food again, because he didn't want to get up and thought I had nothing better to do' speal. Although the second the words Natsu, food, and three in the morning, were uttered the doors were closed and their inhabitants returned to bed.

Something she wished so much to do. She could just go back and say the cafeteria was locked, but she wouldn't. Natsu knew the cafeteria ladies' numbers; had them on speed dial. And the last thing she wanted was to deal with him then. Knocking him out came to mind, but that would take an explanation. And he knew full well she had a key.

Sighing once more she continued her groggy trek to the lunch room, this was not going to look well on her in the morning. Where was her concealor again? Dark circles were such a pain, and there was no doubt in her mind she would have them. So concealor... Her make up box, perhaps? Most likely.

Mindlessly she turned down another hallway, her soft robe swishing behind her as she went. She soon realised she took a wrong turn as the room she came upon was not the lunch room, but Mira's.

And the light was on.

Nyahahahahaha!

Lisanna's character is so bipolar. I'm just so confused with her. I made her like a bomb, an unpredictable bomb. Even I'm not sure what the heck she's gunna do next.