Do not Own Fairy tail, Hiro Mashima does and so does some other companies
Chapter 2: Stay
The summer day started like it usually had. With her sitting out in the meadow by her manor watching the blue sky above. Big eyes focused on the white fluffy patches of cotton candy littering the sky's ocean. Her mama called them clouds, but she knew better. She five years old for christ sake. She could tell the difference between Candy and Air.
"Great now i want some cotton candy..." she grumbles miserably, she jumps to her feet glaring at the sky. "I WANT SOME COTTON CANDY YOU STUPID SKY!" she yells out. "SHARE WITH ME!"
"I believe those are known as clouds..." a small voice quips cutting her focus from the sky. she blinks in surprise, not expecting there to be any company. usually she spends her days alone by the manor, or at least until her mother and father get done with business.
She grins turning towards the sound of the voice. A boy with spiky pink hair stalks towards her slowly, his expression plain, his attire black and his eyes as dark as his attire, but she can see a little green. His eyes seems unfocused, sometimes looking at her, other times looking at the ground. There's no life his eyes, and she can surprisingly tell that. Even at her age. Her mother was right when she said she was great at observation.
"HI there Im Lucy Heartfilia!" she grins enthusiatically. "Who are you?"
His dead eyes lift to her form, life forming in them at that second. She loves the way they light from coal to green. A limish-forest green. LIke the color of a goat willow leaf. It was the first type of eyes that she'd seen. but only when they were lit with life.
He continues to stare at her with these deemly lifed eyes. The shades of the Willow tree above pooling over his tan skin as he left the rays of sun. His ever changing eyes darkening in the shady safety. Yet they were as beautiful as they were in the sun. LIke Black gems.
"Are you gonna tell me your Name or am i gonna have to guess?" she grumbles. He had yet to tell her his name or give any indication that he even understood her. Though deep down she had this forboding feeling that he's just playing ignorance with her. Could it be that he spoke in the same language as her or the way his mouth turned to a little smirk when she pouted.
"My name is E.N.D and i've been sent by brother to kill you," A small boy with salmon hair grumbles to a small little blonde haired girl. conbolt/green met deep caramel chocolate. Two five year olds stare at one another with eyes of different backgrounds. One of happiness, one of darkness and hurt.
she tilts her slightly in confusion. "What Kind of name is E.N.D?"
"It's short for Etherious Natsu Dragneel." He grumbles.
"That's not intimidating at all," Lucy mumbles bluntly. "I mean...what kind of killer has the name Natsu,"
"Actually it Etherious-"
"No...it's Natsu...Etherious...it's not a name...so im just gonna call you Natsu..." E.n.d gawked.
"OI! MY NAME IS E.N.D!" Lucy rolls her eyes at the exclaimation.
"No it's etherious natsu dragneel," the blonde mutters.
"HEY DONT CORRECT ME YOU BRAT!"
"Screw you buddy boo! im the same age as you!"
"YOU CANT BE FIVE! I REFUSE TO BELIEVE THAT!" End snarls.
"Oh yeah?! Look at meh chest...does it look like theres anything there,"
Pink exploded upon the boys cheeks. "You vulgar weirdo! how dare you comment on chestal size!"
"WHOSE A WEIRDO?"
E.n.d glares. "You shut up this minute bitch-"
"HEY THATS A BAD WORD YOU PINK HAIRED BASTARD!"
"YOU HYPOCRITE-"
Lucy glares darkly daring him to finish that sentence. Getting sick of the back and forth yelling.
Closing his eyes E.n.d sighs. "Look can i just kill you already, if i dont brother-"
"No." came the immediate response.
"HUH?!"
"I dont wanna die,"
"Since when do you get to decide whether you live or die,"
"Since now!"
Aged Goat illow green eyes opened to the deep blue sky, with cotton candy like cloud swaying the sky. They watched as the airy subtance flowed past him like a river. Reminding him of a day when he met a fiery blonde on a sunny day. The day he changed for the better.
The day he left Tartaros. The day he found a friend. The day where he realized that he didnt need to kill people if he hadn't wanted.
The day his world set on fire. (A/N: yeah yeah...cliche...)
The breeze drifted past him through the Weeping willow's leaves. Just like the day he met her. His obession never ending, because if he didnt think of that day, he'd forget that smile, that face and the way her arms fit around around his waist when she hugged him. He is scared here by himself. He could never forget that day; that day became weeks, then months, then half a year, then a year, then some more months, then years.
All the time he spent with her was the best years of his life. All the smiles, all the hugs, the laugh and...
He closed his eyes, deciding it was best that he leave. He shouldn't be thinking about this in a place like this. He slowly made his way to his feet, glancing at a stone behind him. A gray stone, with words and dates on it. Lucy told him it was a tombstone. It was put up to remember the dead, no matter how old or how young. Thats all he could heard because he usually zoned Lucy out sometimes.
Layla Heartfilia
He didn't bother looking at the date. That didnt matter to him, it only matter what her name was and what she meant to him.
"I'll protect her," He states bluntly to the stone.
He doesn't expect anyone to answer, Nor does he bother to stare any longer. All he knows is, he is on a mission.
A mission to protect and maybe...just maybe
stay with her.