I tried to return to my pre-Lucy discovery life, but the endeavor proved too much, I can't even call it my 'normal' life anymore because a life that was surrounded with her as it's main center had become the new norm after these four weeks, even when she disappeared for half of it, or could only be seen at specific intervals of time during the day at a set location I just happened to learn. The idea of simply just being with my friends everyday after classes screwing off and playing games sounded torturous.

The first day after swearing I had promised stay away I had managed to just get off with staring as she passed me by, but the next day I felt the urge to talk to her, even though I never had the courage to before. With each passing day of seeing her in the halls only during passing time I started to loose my sense of logic. I remembered the warning, I knew that Miss Lucy Heartfilia was a forbidden treasure; but seeing that beautiful blond hair, conservative clothing leaving everything to the imagination, and her mysteriously dead, blank eyes only peeked my curiosity even more. I need to know her and who she is.

When I woke up today I decided that I had had enough. I wasn't going to stay away.

I went up to a classmate of mine who I believed could help me with my goal during my physics class third period. Just because we're mutants doesn't mean we don't learn normal academic subjects as well, some humans were ignorant about that and thought we didn't learn anything when we're sent to this "special school" except how to fight.

Striding over to his lab table during our laboratory session I tapped on his shoulder to get his attention, then waved at Levy, who was his lab partner.

"Hey Freed can I talk to you for a bit? If that's okay with you Levy." I said, turning my attention between the two of them.

"Yeah that's fine." Levy smiled at him. "Just don't take too long."

"Thanks." I nodded to her and took Freed into the hallway to enlist his help.

The darkness of night covered my trail and kept me hidden from prying eyes who would want to stand in my way. Five days had passed since I had come to a bitter agreement with Dr. Marson after she threatened to tear the school apart. Ever since that the watchers had left the premises, well, all except one. Marson's right hand man had refused to leave and instead went into disguise as a regular security guard. I can only imagine that Marson had him do this to continue to keep tabs on me, stopping me from starting up my regular watching session again.

Which brings us to why I'm out of my dorm past curfew in the middle of the night at the direct spot and time gap between guard shifts so no one can see I'm setting up cameras in the hall for no important reason but to watch a certain blond as to try and figure out her schedule and add on to my observation journal dedicated to her. Yeah, nothing too important.

Anyways, I figured if I couldn't watch her directly, I'd have to get more creative in how I see her. That, and I'm also worried for her and curious about her connect to Dr. Marson.

Attached the fourth camera to the wall behind a poster, I finished setting up the equipment at every key path of her known routine class route. Now, whenever Miss Heartfilia passed by one of these cameras, I'll be notified on the control panel disguised as a cell phone. I had a classmate of mine, Freed, a techno-path and mind reader, set this up for me in return for a favor. It wasn't at all crazy.

With my work done, I walked away from the now hidden camera and back down the hallway to head back to my dorm. Outside the large windows, the clouds blanketing the night sky cleared for a moment, thus bringing in the light of the gibbous moon into the hallway. From the corner of my peripheral I saw a shining light. Afraid it was a security guard, I turned around quickly. There was no one there, but the light seemed to dodge behind the hallway corner. From what I could see before it did so, the light looked to be like a reflection through some sort the glass or prism, forming the shape of a body. I wanted to walk over and get a closer look, but the clouds took over the moon, and the sky went dark again. The strange light disappeared and I failed to locate it again with my poor night vision.

Seeing no point in searching for something I can't see, I decided I go back to my dorm and get a few more hours of sleep before tomorrow today.

The first thing I did once the classes of the day were over was check the control panel for footage of the day. I couldn't during the day without raising suspicion so I had to wait until now. Thirteen hours later it was four in the evening, break time before dinner was going on, and I was searching through the camera screens. As I had hoped, each camera had caught footage of her throughout the day. I watched her movements as she went to her lunch, the library, and down a hall in the southeastern hall, which still retained damage from the earthquake. In the footage it showed her walk down the long hall and turn the left, to another hall that led to Marson's office and the restricted area. Marson had called Miss Lucy her subject, but what did that mean? What did Miss Lucy Heartfilia have to do with Marson?

I wanted to place a camera in that hall, but I also know that getting closer to Marson will only raise the alarms. This time my curiosity didn't win out. I had to lay low.

Turning around to go have my dinner in the cafeteria, my eyes found those of another student standing down the hall, heading on their way to the library. Her eyes were dull, oh how I would love to see them softer and full of life. They were the eyes of Miss Lucy Heartfilia herself. I stood there, she stood there. Neither of us moved, nor did we speak or blinked, just stared at each other. She was the first to break that gaze, walking away from me in the opposite direction. I didn't follow after her, it didn't seem right to.

The next day after.

Looking through footage of random students on camera one and two I was able to get a shot of her on camera two in the northeastern hall at 11:50 heading back from her early lunch, somehow camera one in the cafeteria didn't catch her while she was eating, it somehow blanked out for fifteen minutes. Switching to camera three I noticed that no film had been taken all day, same occurrence with camera four. The only camera left untouched by this strange phenomenon was camera number two, which was hidden behind a hallway lamp.

I scratched my head in puzzlement, it wasn't like any of Freed's creations to malfunction. The only possible explanation for what's happening to the cameras is that an outside party is hijacking my cameras. Scrolling back through the film I noted that camera three and four had been turned off shortly after midnight. No footage could point to what could have turned them off. If I wanted to find out what was doing this I'd have to wait for the cover of night to check the cameras, too many prying eyes could be alive during the day, but I kept this occurrence fresh in my mind all day so when it came to curfew, I would remember to sneak out.

Later that night, when I went to check the malfunctioning cameras, avoiding both watchers and security alike, I found something truly peculiar. All the camera had been turned to stone. Indeed, the tech Freed had made for me had been rendered completely useless, not by system failure, a faulty memory card, or a broken lens, but because of something completely out of the ordinary. Which means it had to have been done by a mutant.

"Who could've turned my cameras into stone?"

"I did." A voice, soft as bricks, sounded from behind me. I spun around, fearing I had been caught, but was left dumbfounded when I was met with no body to match the voice. But through the darkness I could see a shimmer, the look of a reflective light hovering in the space of the hallway, accompanying me.

"Who are you?" I asked the strange floating light, the same light I had seen multiple times from the corner of my eyes. Suddenly the light began to morph and take shape, no longer glowing, instead the shimmer was replaced with a human form. My eyes became locked with two beautiful and enchanting irises. My breath failed me and my lungs could find no more to replace the air that had left, as I, in this timeless moment, forgot about the need to breath, as all I could see was her. Oh how I wanted to voice my thoughts, to talk to her in the most unknowingly forbidden conversation ever. To just simply exchange pleasantries, nothing else could compare to me then hearing her long silenced voice. So entranced in her presence was I that I failed to noticed I was staring at her oddly, until she pointed it out.

"Please don't stare at me like that." She spoke again. Even if she was telling me off, her words was like a magical symphony in my ears. I managed to snap those thought out of my head and pulled myself together and respond to her.

"Sorry…" I said breathlessly, that one word being the only thing I could manage at this moment. The surprise had been too great.

Miss Lucy Heartfilia then went over to the camera that was mounted on the wall, this had caused her to come closer to me, making me freeze up and turn stiff, not knowing what to do. Yet she ignored me and took the now stone camera into the palms of her gloved hands. Wrapping her fingers around the device she enclosed it with her hands, then opened her hands, revealing something truly amazing. The camera was no longer stone, but was back to normal.

"How did you do that?" I asked in amazement. Miss Heartfilia did answer, nor did she meet my eyes, instead she just stared at her own hands.

"I will give this back to you, but only if you say you'll break all ties to me." She stated, holding the camera out to me as if it were a treaty I needed to sign. I looked up from the camera to her face, holding her cold, serious gaze I found myself smiling. I finally found my courage to speak.

"No can do." I told, my voice light with a twinge of joy. Miss Heartfilia narrowed her eyes at me, but not in a critical way.

"And why is that?"

I chuckled, she raised an eyebrow. I couldn't help but feel giddy- we're having a conversation! Like, actually talking to one another! If it wasn't for me not wanting to gain undesirable attention I'd shout for joy.

"Because I wanna know you." I told her.

"You don't want to." She said back, almost like a command.

"Yes I do-"

"Trust me." She interjected. "You don't." For the first time since our first official meeting right before The Burst, her eyes showed emotion. Last time it was fear, this time it was sadness. Those gorgeous eyes that were usually left a brown void only seemed to know the existence of negative emotions. I was wondrous to why that is. What had caused her this pain? That's what I wanted to find out, so I could help her heal. I wanted to help her, know her, and be near her. I wanted to be her friend.

"I do." I declared in a momentous tone. Miss Lucy Heartfilia looked up at me, that sadness still there, but also fear. Her silence spoke louder than the Seattle Seahawk's home stadium filled to the brim with fans at the XLVIII Super bowl, so many emotions were crossing through her eyes that it put the emotion of death of Boromir to shame, and yet she looked as emotionless as a serial killer. She said nothing else and turned away, shifting and becoming invisible except for a faint light.

"If you will not stay away, then I will." She voiced as her unseen form went away from where I was standing. I watched the light go, a small grin on my face despite the fact that she just said she was now avoiding me.

"Challenge accepted."

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For some reason this chapter was really tedious to write. It just seems too plain but I don't know how to make it better, oh well. Yes, Natsu is a creep.

Just so you know, I estimate this story to be about 12 chapters long, maybe 14, just because the main plot takes place over the span of a little more than two months, and one month has already passed. I have nothing else to say but the fact that both Natsu and Lucy will be very OOC (ha, when are they not in my stories?) So I apologize if some of you guys don't like that about this story.

((The Seahawks fans are the loudest in the U.S.(they actually created a earthquake))

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