Hello my friends! Welcome back to "First Kiss". I hope you all enjoyed the previous chapter (aka the prologue) and are excited to read this one. Thanks to everyone who followed and favorited, and extra special thanks to JacJac-Arie for reviewing. :)

I used a random selector that I found online to choose the first couple. Without further ado, I give you Happy x Charle. (I apologize in advance for this being mostly in Charle's POV. That's what my muse instructed, so that's what I did.)

Disclaimer: Alas, Fairy Tail is not mine. I own nothing but the plot. And I don't even entirely own that.

Happy x Charle

Happy couldn't help but gape at the cute white-haired girl that stood in front of him. This was partially because she was cute, but the main reason was… "No way!" he exclaimed. "You like to wear cat ears, too?" He gestured to the silver ears resting on her head. I get to kiss a girl who likes cats as much as me! This is awesome!

Charle blushed slightly at his sudden proclamation, but instead of admitting to her embarrassment, she chose to scowl at the blue-haired boy. Who did he think he was?! "You shouldn't jump to conclusions like that, you know. Some people are not as kind as I am. They might lash out at you for such a thing."

He frowned. Didn't she just lash out at me? "Why? It's a compliment."

She rolled her eyes. Just how dense was he? Dense as all men, I suppose. "Because not everyone would think it to be a compliment, of course."

"Oh," he said, nodding. "I understand."

She sniffed, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear. "Also, just so you know, I do not necessarily like cat ears. I have no preference towards them at all, actually. They are simply a fashion trend that I am choosing to follow. I could just as easily be wearing ribbons in my hair." Though I hate ribbons. They get tangled up and are painful to remove. They don't belong in hair at all.

The blue-haired boy made an odd expression, scrunching up his nose as if he'd smelled something funny. "Ew! Ribbons are so weird. They belong on presents. And fish. But not a person's head."

She made a 'hmph' noise before turning away from him, refusing to acknowledge that he had just voiced her opinion perfectly – with the exception of his irrational fish theory. He's as dense as they come.

Happy sweatdropped as the pretty girl turned away from him. Oh no! She's looking away! I did something wrong, I just know it! Maybe she really likes ribbons? "W-Wait!" he sputtered without thinking. "P-Please don't ignore me! That would make things really really awkward when we have to kiss!"

Charle felt her face redden. He's bringing that up?! It hasn't even been but two minutes. To hide her nervousness at his sudden declaration, she simply sighed.

Happy cringed upon hearing the exasperation laced within it. Now she hates me. What am I supposed to do now? Natsu would know if he were here!

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*Flashback begins*

"Natsu! Natsu!" Happy exclaimed, well, happily. "Guess what?!"

His pink-haired friend grinned at him. "What? I can already tell it's something awesome!"

"I met a really cute girl today!"

Natsu yawned. "Oh, is that all?"

"Natsuuuuuuuuuuuuuu! Don't be mean!"

"What? How's that mean?"

Happy pouted at his best friend. "Because girls are important."

"Nah."

"I'm gonna tell Erza!"

Natsu blanched, sweatdropping. "No! Anyone but Erza!"

*Flashback ends*

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Happy reconsidered his previous statement. Actually, Natsu wouldn't know at all. Never mind. He mentally slapped himself. Gah! Happy! Stop talking to yourself and apologize to her! "I – I don't know what exactly I did, but I'm sorry! I'll make it up to you somehow!"

Charle's blush deepened at the honesty in his voice. I don't understand him. How does he just assume he's the one who should take the blame? Any other man would try to say I was being selfish and anti-social. She sighed again, but this time exhaustion was evident in it. "Look, tomcat," she said, turning around to face him, "you didn't do anything wrong. Okay? So don't bother yourself over it."

He blinked in surprise at her statement. Wait, so it wasn't me? "Well, if I didn't do anything, who's got you so down? And why 'tomcat'?"

She rolled her eyes. Give men an inch, and they take a mile. Or try to, anyways. She pointed at the cat ears resting on his head as if that explained everything.

His jaw dropped. "My ears did something?!"

Charle resisted the urge to shout in frustration. She took a deep breath to calm herself. There is no reason for you to lose your temper right now, she told herself, as much of an idiot he may be. "No," she said tightly. "I was trying to explain that I called you 'tomcat' because of your cat ears, and the fact that you're a boy."

Happy nodded, a look on his face that said, I am incredibly wise.

Charle wasn't sure how that expression related to the topic at hand.

"Anyways," he said, suddenly beaming again, "you didn't answer my first question: who's making you act so down?"

"None of your business," she snapped, turning away from again.

Happy panicked. Nooooooooooooooo! She's mad again! This is time it was definitely my fault! "I did something this time, didn't?! I know I did! I'm sorry! I'll do anything – I'll-I'll even give you my fish if that's what you want!"

Despite her frustration, Charle couldn't stop the corners of her mouth from turning up slightly at his comment. Honestly, what is with him and fish? But she couldn't let him see that. She coughed, allowing a frown to fall over her pretty features once again. "Why would I want a fish, may I ask?"

He gave her a toothy grin. "Because fish are cool, of course."

She still had no idea where his logic came from. "You're ridiculous," she grumbled. And then she remembered her vision from earlier.

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*Flashback begins*

"But I have a question for you girls: how would you like to take part in a social experiment?"

Bisca frowned at the stranger's question. "I'm afraid that –"

Evergreen put her hand over the green-haired cowgirl's mouth, silencing her. "What type of social experiment?" she said sweetly.

The person chuckled. "I'm afraid the details can't be explained unless you decide to do it, but I can summarize it for you, if you'd like."

"Please do."

"We're going to be testing the differences between the first and last impressions two people have on another."

"Hmm…" Evergreen tapped her lips with a fan that had suddenly appeared out of nowhere. "What do you think, Charle?"

The white-haired girl wasn't listening. She was staring off into a space, wearing a slightly horrified expression.

"What's wrong with her?!"

Bisca shoved the brunette's hand off of her face. "This is why you should have been listening when Gajeel threatened – I mean explained – this to us. You'd know why she does that."

Evergreen pouted. "Well, I didn't listen. So can you explain it to me now?"

Bisca sighed in exasperation. "Fine. Basically, Charle's clairvoyant. If she's spacing out like this, she's having one of her visions."

"Huh. Do you think she could tell me who I'm marrying?"

The green-haired girl had had it. "My God, Ever! I don't know! If you say another word I swear I will slap you so hard your glasses will break."

"You'd better not. These are designer."

Bisca was about to retort when Charle spoke.

"We need to do the experiment."

"Why?" Evergreen asked curiously. "What did you see?"

Charle winced, as if trying to remember was painful. "To be honest, I'm not entirely certain what I saw. But there was a lot of blue, and I could hear myself saying that someone was an idiot."

Bisca smirked. "Sure you weren't talking about Ever over here?"

Evergreen opened her mouth to protest, but Charle spoke again.

"I did consider that – no offense, Evergreen – but she's not wearing any blue. We have to do the experiment."

The person grinned. "That's lovely, ladies. Follow me and I'll take you."

*Flashback ends*

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Charle cringed at the memory of the prediction and the conversation that followed. "I foresaw that this experiment wouldn't be fun," she muttered, "but I wanted to do it anyway. What is wrong with me?"

Happy frowned. "There's nothing wrong with you! I might have only just met you, but I can tell that you're a really good person."

She blushed. "Than–"

His eyes widened. "Wait!" he exclaimed, interrupting her.

She glowered angrily at him – or glowered as much as she could, seeing as she was still facing away from him. He has no sense of timing.

"Did you say that you foresaw this?"

"Yes, and your point is?"

Happy beamed. "Whoa! You're psychic!" He watched as the white-haired girl rolled her eyes at his remark.

"No," she said crossly, "I am not psychic. I despise it when people make that mistake."

He desperately shook his head. "I-I'm sorry! I didn't know!"

"Yes, that was made quite clear to me."

"Well," he said shrugging his shoulders, "if you aren't psychic, what are you? I don't know, so educate me on this."

Charle sighed but turned around to face him, though she didn't look into his eyes. "'Psychic' is when a person has the supposed ability to read minds," she explained. "I am clairvoyant."

"Clam voyage what?"

"I said clairvoyant."

"Clairvoyant?"

"Yes," she said, nodding. "It means I have the theoretical ability to see into the future. My predications are not always exact, of course. The events I foresee do not always come to pass. But I am rather proud to say that I have a 76% accuracy rate, which is quite good when it comes to clairvoyance."

Happy was certain that his dark-colored eyes had to have been positively gleaming with pure joy and excitement. "That's so amazing! Can you predict something for me?!"

She gave him an icy stare. "You must be joking."

"Nope! I'd love know to when the next time I get to eat fish is! Particularly salmon. I haven't had salmon in a while."

Charle resisted the urge to slap the blue-haired boy. "I'm sorry to disappoint you, but I cannot just predict something for you. My clairvoyance is not something I can control. It simply comes and goes, and occasionally at the worst of times. It is not a blessing, like many people say. It is merely a gift that I can't give back."

He nodded quickly. "I see, I see. That makes sense."

She chose not to comment, even though she doubted the truth behind his statement.

Happy awkwardly fixed his cat ears. "Well… Do you want to tell me now?"

The white-haired girl frowned. "What are you –?"

"I mean, you know, you still haven't told me who it was that upset you so much," he hastily added. "You said it wasn't me, but you haven't told me who it was, and I want to know because I like you and want you to talk to me, plus studies show that talking to someone can –"

"Enough, tomcat," she snapped, holding up a hand to silence him. "I don't care about what research does or does not say, and how I feel about you does not have any relation to the fact that it is my personal business and I am not obligated in the slightest to tell it to anyone!" Charle hadn't noticed that was getting louder with each word until she saw the look of fear on the boy's face. She immediately turned away, horrified with herself. "I-I'm so sorry! I can't believe I just – I didn't mean to lose control of my temper like that. It won't –"

"Wait," Happy said, interrupting her. "Can you say that again?"

"– happen again, I assure you." She stopped, seeming to realize he'd spoken. "Wait, what?"

He laughed at her surprised expression. Then he became serious again. "Can you repeat that?"

"Pardon me? Repeat what, exactly?"

"Just apologize again. I'm trying to figure something out."

She blinked in surprise at this, obviously unsure of what to do. "Why?"

"Trust me."

Charle blushed at this proclamation.

Trust me.

If anyone else had told her that with just minutes of meeting her, she probably would have slapped them. But him… She laughed silently at herself. This blue-haired boy was knocking down her walls as if they weren't even there. "Fine. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to lose control of my temper like that." She paused before adding, "Is that all?"

Happy nodded, beaming at the white-haired girl in front of him. "That was perfect!"

"O-Okay… That's good, then. Why did I have to repeat myself?"

"Because now I know something about you." He looked around to see if anyone was listening in on their conversation before leaning in towards her. "You're from Edolas, aren't you?"

Charle felt the color drain from her face. "I'm – what do you think you're going on about?!" she demanded. "I've lived in Fiore my whole life!"

He held up a hand to stop her. "No use denying it. I can hear the accent in your voice, clear as day, especially now that I'm listening for it."

"I don't know what –!"

"But don't worry," he said, winking at her. "I'm from Edolas, too!"

Her jaw dropped. Here he was, a complete stranger, admitting to her that he was from Edolas – considered by many to be the worst country in the world. It had a cruel dictatorship, where only a select few were treated well. Everyone else that was unfortunate enough to live there was hunted by the military and-slash-or living in utter destitution. Yet this blue-haired boy was telling her flat out that he was from there. "Y-You are?" She then cursed herself internally. If that had been a trap so he'd have an excuse to make fun of her, she'd walked right into it.

But instead of laughing at her and calling her a loser, he simply nodded eagerly. "Yup! But I didn't live there for long before my parents sent me over the border. I think it was only three years." He shuddered. "Three years I know I'll never forget."

"I was… Sent here when I was young, as well…" Charle said slowly, staring at him in shock.

His eyes met hers. "You won't ever forget it, either, will you?"

She shook her head, trying to swallow the lump forming in her throat. "No. I won't. Not ever."

Happy suddenly grinned. "So now we're alike in another way! First we both like to wear cat ears, and now we're both from Edolas."

"Yes…" she said, eyeing him suspiciously. "What's your point?"

"We're connected!"

"You could say that…" What is he trying accomplish with this?

He got a mischievous glint in his dark-colored eyes. "So… Now you can definitely tell me what's got you so unhappy, right?" He grinned at her.

Charle blinked. Had he just… Caught her in a verbal trap? No one – man or woman – had ever bested her in a battle of words before. She shook her head. "D*** him..." she muttered under her breath before sighing. Then she spoke to him. "Fine. If you insist."

Happy pumped his fist, cheering. "Yeah!"

She rolled her eyes. "I don't see why you're so interested in my affairs, you know. It's not as if this affects you in any way."

Immediately, the happy expression dropped from his face. He started into the white-haired girl's eyes, dead serious. "Someone made you sad. I don't like seeing you sad."

She felt her cheeks heat up from embarrassment, though she was secretly a bit flattered by his statement. "Tha-That's quite kind of you."

The serious expression on his face vanished and was replaced once again by yet another of his goofy grins. "Now tell me everything!"

She gave him a small smile. "Fine."

Happy's grin grew by a hundredfold. Yes! She smiled at me!

"It's not a terribly complicated situation," she continued, "but just ask me if you don't understand something."

He nodded.

"Okay." She blew her bangs out of her face before continuing. "Basically, for all of today, I am not allowed to go anywhere near my closest friend. I understand the situation, so I understand why they don't want me near her for today, but…" She sighed. "Ever since I met her, we haven't been apart for an entire day. Maybe I'm being silly, but I can't help it. I care about her. Sometimes I feel like her mother." She laughed quietly. "So that's that."

His continued to smile at her.

She frowned. "I appreciate your sympathy," she said sarcastically before rolling her eyes. "You see, this is why I wasn't interested in telling you."

He shrugged. "But you did." He winked at her. "Besides, it looks like we're in the same boat!"

"What are you talking about?"

"Well, I'm not allowed to hang out with my best friend for all of today, either!"

"Why?" she said inquiringly.

He shrugged. "I'm not totally sure. He said something about wanting things to be perfect for Wendy, and that I'd distract him or whatever." He pouted. "I'm not distracting, am I?"

Charle froze. No way. It was impossible. "Did you just say Wendy? As in, Wendy Marvell?" she demanded, ignoring his query.

The blue-haired boy nodded, paying no attention to her angry tone. "Yup! She's Natsu's cousin. I've only met her a few times, though."

This was becoming too much for her too comprehend.

"Why?" he asked her curiously. "Do you know Wendy?"

She almost laughed out loud. "Do I know her?! Of course! Wendy and I have known each other practically since birth, and we've been best friends for as long as I can remember! We lived in a foster home together for years until her cousins Natsu and Gajeel took her in. We're in separate homes now, but we visit each other every day, though she usually comes to my house because I'm still technically in a foster home."

Happy's jaw dropped. "Natsu Dragneel?!"

She rolled her eyes. "Yes, unless you know another."

He grinned wildly. "Natsu is my best friend! He helped take care of me after my parents sent me here from Edolas, and we've been friends ever since!" He stopped smiling and looked the white-haired girl up and down. "Hmm… If you're Wendy's best friend… Then you must be Charle, right?!" He was beaming at her again.

She sighed but nodded. "And if you're Natsu's best friend… Then you're either Gray Fullbuster or Happy."

Happy scowled at her. "Hey! Gray is not Natsu's best friend! I am!"

"So you're Happy, then."

"Yes! That's my name, too."

"That's what I was talking about."

"Oh." His cheesy smile reappeared on his face. "Okay then!" Then he smirked. "Hey, Charle…"

"What?" she groaned. She was still trying to process that Wendy was friends with this idiot, and therefore she'd probably have to talk to him more in the future. She'd wanted to kiss him once and never see him again. Or, even better, not kiss him at all. Nothing personal, Happy.

"You realize we're connected in yet another way?!"

Realized but refused to admit, she thought, smiling to herself. "Yes, it seems we are related in every way possible – friends, land of birth, accessories – excepting our personalities. And interests," she added, thinking of his obsession with fish. "What's your point? I'm not spilling any of my secrets to you, if that's what you want."

Happy rolled his eyes. "Don't be silly. We're connected, but we did just meet."

If only he had realized that a minute ago, she thought wistfully.

"However…" he said, grinning. "Since we're so connected, then it must be true."

"What must be true?"

"Our love is fated to be!"

"What?!" she shrieked, going red in the face again. "What are you talking about, 'our lo – mph'!"

She was cut off by the blue-haired boy pressing his lips against hers, gently cupping her face in his hands. She must have stood there for a minute, not understanding what was going on before she let herself fall into the kiss, grabbing his shirt in her palms as she kissed him back. It was the most blissful thing she'd ever experienced, his lips against hers.

And to think, she mused quietly to herself as she pulled away from him, blushing, in just these twenty minutes, a person I'd never met got me to kiss them willingly. She giggled to herself. Somewhat.

He gave her an embarrassed grin, scratching the back of his head nervously. "Eh heh… Sorry?"

She shook her head. Just an hour ago… I'd have claimed it to be impossible. "Don't be." That no one would ever get under my skin again.

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*Flashback begins*

"Charle!" a cheerful voice said as they walked into a white-walled bedroom. "I'm here!"

Charle looked up from the book she was reading. "Oh, hi Wendy. I'd forgotten you were coming over today."

Wendy giggled. "You're not normally so forgetful, Charle. Did something happen today?" She winked playfully at her white-haired friend. "A boy, perhaps?"

She folded the page in her book before closing it and setting it down on the bed beside her. "Yes, but not in the way you think."

The bluenette immediately sat next to her friend and held her hand. "What happened?"

Charle sighed. "A girl was crying because she'd failed a test. I told her to toughen up and stop acting like a baby. She'd just have to make sure she did better on the next one. A boy told me I wasn't helping the situation. I said she didn't need comfort because it was her own fault. He called me heartless. I left after that."

Wendy frowned. "Hmm… That's a tough scenario, isn't it?"

"Not really. She was being too sensitive. A person can't let stuff as silly as that get to them."

"I suppose, but you were being a bit harsh, Charle."

"There's a difference between harsh and the truth, Wendy." She stared coldly at her friend. "I learned that you can't let anything get under your skin, because it'll only hurt you and the people around you in the end. You should always face the truth."

Wendy gave her friend a small smile. "One day, Charle, I think you'll meet someone who's going to completely change how you feel about that."

Charle snorted softly. "I'll make sure to foresee that so I can avoid them for the rest of my life."

Wendy giggled. "You're so silly, Charle!"

*Flashback ends*

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But now… She smiled. Wendy was right. Maybe it was high time I let someone else understand me and 'get under my skin'.

Happy blushed as the pretty girl smiled at him. "So… Are you my girlfriend now?"

Her smile vanished. "Certainly not!"

"But –"

She held up a hand to silence him. "We kissed, yes. But it can't be denied that I just met you today. So I want you to pick me up from 3145 East Laurel St. at six o' clock, got it? You can decide where we'll go after that."

"Pick you up? What do you – oh." His cheeks reddened even more. Then he smirked. "Wherever I want?"

She sighed. "I am sure I'll regret this, but yes. Wherever you want."

He beamed. "Yay! I know a great sushi place!"

I should have known he'd want to get fish, she thought, shaking her head. "That's fine with me."

"Why wait till six?!" he exclaimed. "Let's go now!" He grabbed her wrist and started to drag the white-haired girl out of the room.

She turned an adorable shade of pink, but allowed herself to be pulled along. And, suddenly, in her mind's eye, she saw an older version of herself dressed in all white, kissing a man with… Blue hair. Her cheeks proceeded to turn a flaming red. But she smiled. Well… We'll see.

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You know, I like this one a lot. I wasn't exactly sure what to do with it at first, but sometimes you just have to put that pencil on paper and everything will just come to you. I hope you guys enjoyed it as much as I did. I'm not sure when the next update is going to be, because I do need to update my other fics, too, but I'll try to update before the end of the month. Please leave what you thought in a review, as well as what couple you want to see next. No promises on me uploading the couple you want next, though. I might not have it written yet. XD Hopefully I'll see you all at the next update!

Fun Fact #1. I toyed with the idea of having them be illegal immigrants from Edolas, but that's a separate fanfic in itself.