Lisanna kept her gaze even with the photos as she traced them with her eyes. Natsu and Lucy laughing at shirtless boy; Lucy and small bluenette reading while small bluenette glared at large black haired boy; large black haired boy, Natsu, and shirtless boy fighting, while angry red-head tryed to ignore them in the background; Lucy playing piano for small bluenette and a younger, dark blue haired girl; Natsu and Lucy; Natsu and Lucy; Natsu and Lucy.
There seemed to be a pattern of sorts emerging.
She swallowed as her eyes stilled over an older photo. The date in the corner came to mind, the first night Natsu was admitted here. She removed the photo from the wall and tryed her best to ignore the two on the front, Natsu and Lucy slept facing each other, their only intimate contact being Lucy's hand placed softly on Natsu's cheek, as if to sweep a tear away - something Lisanna thought, rather smugly she might add, she could have done herself.
Pushing that thought from mind she flipped the frame over in her hands. There were words on the back in a script she recognised as her own sister's small, but elegant writing. I was scared Lucy would react badly to Natsu being here, with her connections to him and all. Boy was I surprised.
Lisanna snuck a look behind her to where Mira and Laxus sat chatting in the side room, away from the office and out of ear range. She returned her gaze to the photo and hung it back. Noting now that it was the first in a row of photos that showcased the pairing as they progressed, according to the dates at the bottom.
One such photo towards the middle framed the blonde as she napped on a plush couch, books spread around her. Natsu sat on the floor, his back againt the couch and his head resting back against her stomach. One of Lucy's hands were frozen in a tangle of his pink tresses mid weave as the other held limply onto the book that lay openly sprawled across her opposite shoulder.
A patter against the door caught her attention, though she didn't turn.
"Mira," A voice called quietly, she couldn't place why but the voice was fogged for some reason and the sound it made, although still musical and lovely, sounded foriegn. Lisanna shook her head for she had just confused herself and turned to face the source.
There stood Lucy. Her hair was messy though barely so and her eyes were still heavy with small traces of sleep. She wore an off white tank top with a flame-like stitching at the bottom hem and pyjama pants of the same color and design to match. Over her she wore a light pink robe that billowed to her mid-arm and just bellow her knee. Her eyes, though bleary, seemed surprised.
"Oh, Lisanna," She said, correcting herself. "I'm sorry for interrupting..." She gestured tiredly around. "Whatever this is. I was just on my way to the lunch room and took a wrong turn. For a second there I thought Mira got a haircut but you're obviously not her. Too short and stuff. Sorry, I'm rambling. I tend to do that when I'm tired." She smiled and for a second Lisanna smiled back, finding her grin, though tired, contagious.
"It's okay." Lisanna responded easily, "I was just looking at these photos here. There are alot of you." Lisanna had turned away from the blonde in favor of not showing her conflicted emotions, though her snide and hauty tone was a dead giveaway. She waited for the tired blonde to blunder or blush but instead she merely called out easily to the white haired girl.
"I'm sorry, I didn't quite, um, hear that. Could you face me?" Her voice sounded timid, almost embarrased.
Lisanna turned back to the girl and repeated herself. "I said there were alot of photo's here of you and Nat-"
"Oh," Lucy suddenly exclaimed. "I'm sorry, Lisanna." She said hurriedly despite her still present drowsiness. "I have to go. Natsu's waiting for me and if I don't get those stupid, whatever it was he wanted, he'll call Bridgett again. Ugh, an angry latina lunch lady is not something I want to deal with at three in the morning. See you later!" Stumbling she rushed from the room.
Lisanna, curious as she was, nothing more she assured herself, rushed after her.
The girl before her showed no sign of knowing she was pursued and slowed after a bit, turning into a door that she found to be locked. Lisanna watched as she swore and fished into her pocket, pulling out a cute chibi dragon key chain from which the key dangled easily. She pushed it into the lock and opened the door swiftly, marching in right after, leaving the door open behind her.
Lucy stomped right up to the reserve refrigderator that the nice ladies left stocked and unlocked for Natsu. Opening the door she swiftly grabbed the first thing that touched her hands and closed it behind her. She stormed from the room shortly after, locking the door behind her. The white haired girl hot on her trail evaded her notice as this transpired.
None the wiser she continued towards the tempermental blindman that no doubtedly awaited her.
"Lucy," He whined right on cue as her footsteps filled the room. "What took you so long?"
Lucy groaned as she threw the bag of something at the boy's head. "I got lost." She answered. "There's your stupid food."
"What is it?" He asked as he shook the packaging, feeling as the mattress dipped with her weight. "How should I know?" She said slowly as her breathing evened and deepened, a sure sign that she was asleep. He growled to himself and then shrugged. Tearing open the package he tossed a fistful in his mouth, only one way to find out, right?
He munched happily on the spicy chips as the blonde slumbered beside him. Right before he could stuff another fistful of chips in his mouth a new pair of feet entered the room. "Natsu?" A girl called. He almost dropped the chips.
"Lisanna?" He whispered harshly, worried he would wake the heavy sleeping blonde. And then he almost slapped himself. Lucy was deaf, duh. But back to the new arrival in Lucy's room.
What was she doing here?
Sigh, I spent four hours watching anime today. And yet, I still feel it was time well spent. Earl & Fairy. Pretty good.
I'm too lazzy to fix the italics so this AN is italicized. That's a fun word. Italicized.