notes: i saw a trailer to something similiar to this and i have decided that i need to step up my game so i'm making a new story dedicated to this plot. so enjoy. :)

"Honestly, Levy, it's been so long and I haven't gotten one call back from anyone! Except for that one place but the manager was so creepy that I couldn't accept it!" A blonde woman complained into her cellphone as she stared at the newspaper in front of her. "I think it's time for me to actually become a stripper."

"Lu," she could hear her best friend's annoyed tone of voice behind the phone. "you can't just resort to that! I'm sure somebody will call you back. Just keep looking and I bet you will get lucky!" She tried to sound enthusiastic but Lucy only rolled her eyes. "I have to go, now, but continue to look and I'm sure something will come to you! You're a bright girl, someone will be lucky to have somebody like you."

"Yeah, that's why I haven't gotten a call back, yet." The blonde muttered out. "Anyways, I'll see you later." She said before ending the phone call.

Lucy groaned out loud and pressed her face into the cool table, the smell of newspaper filling her nostrils as she laid her head nearby.

Getting a job was not easy and she was becoming frustrated by the lack of calls from the jobs she all applied for. After being laid off by her other work, she had trouble finding another one and she was running very low on cash resulting a quest to find a new job. But alas, it's been almost two months and she's been jobless making her cry about it almost every night. Thank god her apartment was paid for before she got laid off, she was bound to be homeless by now if she didn't.

Grabbing the newspaper that laid in front of her, Lucy angrily stared at the small printed jobs as she knew that this was all bull to her.

Only if she could magically get herself a job...

"Ah, whatever!" The blonde threw the newspaper across her kitchen. "I'll stay jobless forever!" She watched how the papers scattered everywhere making her stare at the mess before she got up to go clean it.

If there was on thing she couldn't handle, it was living in a messy household. She was a clean freak that couldn't even bare letting a drop of water remain on her table.

Angrily picking up the scattered paper, Lucy suddenly stopped when she read an ad that popped out to her.

Picking up the piece of paper, Lucy stared at the ad before she rushed to get her phone. Once she had obtained her cellphone, she quickly dialed the number on the sheet as she felt her heart race in her chest.

—X—

"I got a job!" Lucy cried out into the phone making Levy gasp from the other end. "I'm going to be a care-taker from starting tomorrow!"

"A care-taker?" Levy sounded uneasy. "Are you sure that is something you want to do? Do you even know what it's going to be like? Who the person is? What you have to do?"

"Err, not really." Lucy said a bit sheepishly. "But they pay well and all I have to do is go to the house and take care of this guy with a mental illness. He's twenty-six, Levy, he's two years older than me! I'm sure he knows how to feed himself and such so how hard can this be?"

"Mental illness? Lu, you don't know what you're putting yourself on!"

"Oh, please, stop worrying! They're paying me thirty an hour!"

"Lu—"

"I have to go, Levy. I'll call you tomorrow!"

"Wait, Lu—!"

And then the line went dead.

There was something Lucy always hated besides messy rooms and that was the wilderness. Lucy did not go well with the great outdoors because quite frankly, she was terrifyed of snakes, bugs, and whatever lived in the forest. She was born and raised in the city and that is how she would like to be—not in the middle of nowhere where it was easy for her to be murdered by a bear or even mugged by some stranger because honestly, she is in the middle of nowhere!

And that was where she was. In the outskirts of town in this huge house where nothing but trees surronded the place.

The person didn't even have a single neighbor! What was this person going to do when they get hurt? Have somebody rob them? Have a heart attack? Gets murdered?

Lucy felt a shiver run down her spine as she stared up at the house that seemed way too empty. She felt uneasy as she walked up to the door where leaves piled by the doorway.

She immediately started to scan the area for a broom as she felt nervous to just keep the leaves piling up and making a mess everywhere. Once she found one, she put down her purse and started to sweep the piles onto the ground where she was going to pick them up, later, if she could find a rake.

There was so much dirt and mold growing, Lucy just wanted to find a nice sunny day and do the entire house.

If the house looked like this on the outside, Lucy couldn't imagine what it might look like in the inside.

"Are you finished cleaning?" A voice from behind made her jump and turn around in alarm.

Sitting on the swing-couch that was right by the wall was a male dressed in black with dark hair, a cup of some-sort in his hand. He looked amused as he sipped on his hot drink.

"I—I'm sorry, I was just—"

"Cleaning. My house." He finished for her, a slight smile on his pale face. "You must be Lucy, the one that called me yesterday asking for the job."

Unable to form words, Lucy just nodded as she clutched the broom stick close to her, ready to attack if this man was prepared to attack as well.

"You'll be perfect for this job, then. Do you like cleaning?"

"P—pardon?"

"Do you like cleaning?" He repeated once more. "Since, I mean, you practically started sweeping my porch without even knocking on the door to see who is home or who the person is."

"Well..." Lucy flushed in embarrassment. "It's not like I love cleaning or anything it's just that I'm... a clean freak." She cringed as it sounded so odd coming out of her mouth. "I just can't stand it when there is a mess around."

"Huh," he took a pause to sip on his drink again. "then you're going to be perfect for this job." He stood up, Lucy noticing that he was much taller than he looked. He probably almost a foot taller than her as his long legs and torso stood high and proud. "Come with me."

"Y—yes sir." Lucy scurried to get her bag and follow him inside.

She eyed the swing-couch he was sitting on earlier as she passed by, the blonde waiting for the man in the dark clothing to open the door.

"Oh, yeah," he turned around to look at her making Lucy look up at him in worry. "I'm Zeref Dragneel," he paused to look at her reaction. "nice to meet you."

"L—Lucy Heartfillia," she returned the gesture. "pleasure is mine."

"Alright, I'm going to have to warn you... my house is not that pretty to look at. Especially since you told me you're some kind of clean freak—you might have a heart attack."

"I mean, it can't be that bad—"she laughed but when Zeref opened the door and swung it open, Lucy stopped whatever she was doing to gawk at the place.

There were empty pizza boxes in piles in the corner, clothing thrown here and there, the trash-can was so full to the point where trash was laying on the floor with flies flying around them, and Lucy swore she just saw some kind of pig run across the place.

All she could do was stand there in complete horror as she's never seen such a place so... messy. She was baffled and somewhat disgusted because the smell wasn't so pleasant, either.

"Told ya," he smiled as he walked ahead. "watch out for that," he pointed at the pile of dirty shoes as Lucy was about to step in. "be careful."

"Dear lord," Lucy muttered under her breath as she stepped inside the dirty place. "this place is... it's..."

"It's a dump, I know."

"Well, I wouldn't call it a dump—"

"Don't need to lie, Lucy," he chuckled. "I know it's a dump and I know you know it's a dump. I don't bother doing any sorts of cleaning nor does my brother so that's why I had to put that ad out for a care-taker job."

"Am I taking care of this house? Is that why you put it as a care-taker job?"

"Oh no," Zeref shook his head. "my brother, is upstairs or so. I actually need somebody to take care of him and do some house work since I'm getting very busy. I believe he is around your age?"

"He is two years older than me." Lucy informed making him nod his head.

"Oh, well, let me get you started." Zeref pulled the blonde to another room, where she assumed was the living room. "Natsu is not a baby, you don't have to feed him or bathe him because he's capable of doing that. He's a very nice guy once you get to know him but he cannot cook for life. Or do laundry. Or any household things for that matter so this is why this house is such a dump." He pointed at the mess around him. "So, this is where you come in. You cook for him and clean the house and just... take care of him because he can be a little... too much sometimes."

"Too much? What do you mean?"

"Well—"

"What the fuck, Zeref!" A shout of anger echoed through the house making Lucy jump in her spot as she looked over at where the voice came from. She noticed a male with pink hair standing down the hall, sporting grey sweat-pants and a dirty white t-shirt, the look of anger plastered on his tan face. "I told you I don't need a goddamn babysitter! Why the fuck are you treating me like a fucking baby?! I'm twenty-six you asshole! I can take care of myself!"

Suddenly something came flying right at them making Zeref quickly step in front of Lucy and catch the vase that was thrown at them.

"Now, Natsu—"

"Get her the hell out of here!" He shouted. "Before I make the both of you regret stepping into this house!"

And with that, he stomped away making Lucy quiver in her spot as she heard Zeref let out a sigh.

Turning back around, the black-haired Dragneel gave Lucy a sheepish smile as the blonde's eyes started to widen.

"You see, my dear Natsu has a serious anger problem."

notes: honestly, i had no idea what to portray nastu as bc i didn't want him to have a serious condition so i thought of something that could be fixed and that someone couldn't be really be able to tell so ta-da! anger issues.
notes2: so, uh, yeah. this is going to be a new story and i promise it'll be more interesting bc the first chap is always a little sneek peek and yeah.
notes3: review and tell me if you like it or not? should i continue?