Nashi stepped off the ship as it docked at Hargeon Port, her heart racing with excitement and a hint of nervousness. The city was vibrant and full of life, with its picturesque harbor, colorful markets, and distant hills framing the skyline. She closed her eyes for a moment, breathing in the salty sea air as the ship slowed to a stop.
Her fingers instinctively fiddled with the necklace around her neck—technically, it was Nasha's. They had switched necklaces before leaving the camp as a playful memento, but the act now brought her a sense of comfort.
Stepping onto the bustling dock, her eyes scanned the lively crowd until they landed on a familiar figure. Natsu Dragneel, standing at 5'7", was impossible to miss with his distinctive salmon-colored hair—just a shade darker than hers. Though now in his mid-30s, he still radiated the same vibrant energy that made him so unmistakably her dad.
"Hey there, kiddo!" Natsu called out, grinning as he raised two fingers in a casual salute.
"Dad!" Nashi beamed, rushing toward him and wrapping her arms around his waist. "I missed you so much!"
"Yeah... I missed you too," Natsu replied, ruffling her hair affectionately. Then he paused, squinting slightly as he looked her over. His hands moved to measure an invisible line above her head, his lips curling into a teasing grin.
"What's wrong?" Nashi asked, tilting her head in curiosity.
"Did you grow taller?" he teased, his tone a mix of amusement and mock disbelief. "You were just this short when you left!"
Nashi let out a nervous laugh, brushing off the comment as she rolled her eyes.
"Go wait in the car, okay?" Natsu said, nodding toward the red Jeep Wrangler parked nearby. "I'll grab your luggage."
With a nod, Nashi made her way to the car, her curiosity bubbling as she climbed into the front seat. As she waited, she gazed out the window, taking in the city's lively streets and charming architecture. It was a beautiful place, alive with sights and sounds that felt so different from Tenrou Island.
Her attention soon shifted to the interior of the car. A rosary hung from the rearview mirror, swaying gently with the breeze, and there was a small photo tucked beside it—a picture of Natsu and Nasha, both grinning brightly. It made her smile to see them together like that.
Opening the glove compartment, she found an assortment of items: some work papers, a handwritten recipe, and... a white glove? She held it up, tilting her head as she inspected it. It was small and delicate, clearly belonging to a woman.
"Probably Aunt Mira's or Aunt Lisanna's," she muttered to herself with a shrug, tossing the glove back inside.
Satisfied with her exploration, she turned to glance at the backseat. It was spotless—almost suspiciously so—but there wasn't anything else of interest to see.
Leaning back in her seat, Nashi let out a soft sigh, her excitement building for whatever adventures awaited her with her dad.
The early morning sunlight bathed the nearly empty road in a warm glow as Natsu focused on the drive back to Magnolia. The peaceful quiet of the morning was only interrupted by the occasional hum of the engine.
"So, how was the camp, kiddo?" Natsu asked, casting a brief glance at his daughter.
Nashi's face lit up, her energy instantly filling the car. "You wouldn't believe it, Dad! The two months were so fun and extraordinary!"
Natsu raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. "'Extraordinary'? Really? That's a big word coming from you."
"Yeah!" Nashi leaned forward slightly, her enthusiasm evident. "And it's all because of my new friend. She was such an amazing person, Dad!"
"Amazing, huh?" Natsu teased, chuckling. "'Extraordinary'? 'Amazing'? Who are you, and what have you done with my kid? Did I send you to camp or some posh boarding school?"
Their laughter echoed in the car, warm and familiar.
"I remember you didn't wanna go to camp at first," Natsu added, grinning. "But I'm guessing you had a lot of fun. And you totally learned a lot."
"It was definitely worth it. Thanks for sending me there, Dad."
Natsu's smile softened. "Why don't you invite your friend over sometime? Does she live nearby?"
Nashi hesitated, her fingers beginning to fidget in her lap. "Well… she's actually from another country. But we already have each other's BookFace accounts, so it'll be easy to stay in touch."
Natsu hummed thoughtfully, his eyes catching her subtle movements. "Still fidgeting, huh? What's got you all nervous?"
Nashi's eyes widened. "You noticed!"
"Of course I did." Natsu grinned, his voice warm with affection. "You've been doing that since you were in the second grade. Also, what's with the 'Dad' in every sentence? You usually call me Pops or Old Man. Did camp knock all your sass out of you?"
Nashi grinned sheepishly, brushing a strand of pink hair behind her ear. "Sorry, Dad. It's just… during those two months, I didn't get to say 'Dad' or 'Pops' or anything like that. And now that I'm back, I realize how much I missed it… how much I missed you."
Her voice softened, and she turned her gaze out the window as if collecting her thoughts. "Some of the kids there didn't have dads. Like… at all. They've never had anyone to call 'Old Man' or to celebrate Father's Day with. They said a dad is irreplaceable in a little girl's life, you know?"
Natsu's grip on the steering wheel relaxed, his expression softening. Reaching over, he ruffled her hair with a familiar gesture. "Yeah, well, I wouldn't know what to do without you either, kiddo."
Nashi smiled up at him, her eyes glistening just a little. "Thanks, Pops."
"See, there's my kid." Natsu chuckled, his chest swelling with pride.
The rest of the drive was filled with Nashi's lively recounting of her camp adventures. Her animated voice painted vivid pictures of the fun she'd had, bringing laughter and awe to Natsu as he marveled at how much she'd grown. Yet, amidst all her tales, one thing remains unsaid. She never mentioned her twin. That part of the story, for now, stayed locked in her heart.
"Oh my gosh! You're back!" A high-pitched squeal greeted Nashi as soon as she stepped out of the car. Before she could even process who it was, she found herself enveloped in a tight hug, her face smushed against something soft. The overwhelming embrace and the view of white hair gave her the answer: Aunt Mira. She remembered her from Nasha's photos.
"A-Aunt Mira! Wait, I can't breathe…" Nashi managed to gasp, her arms flailing slightly.
"Mira, you're suffocating my daughter," Natsu chuckled, casually leaning on the car.
"Oh! I'm so sorry!" Mira immediately released her, placing her hands on Nashi's shoulders. "I just missed my goddaughter so much! Can you blame me?"
Natsu smirked, closing the trunk. "Trust me, once Lisanna has kids, you'll spoil them just as much."
"True, but this little girl will always be my favorite," Mira said with a wink, pinching Nashi's cheek playfully.
Nashi stood there for a moment, star-struck. Her aunt was stunning—long curly white hair, ocean-blue eyes, and a radiant smile that could light up a room. She looked like she had just stepped off the cover of a fashion magazine. But as pretty as Mira was, Nashi couldn't help but think her mom was still prettier.
"Don't let her innocent looks fool you. She was called 'She-Demon' for a reason." Her twin's warning echoed in her mind, sending a shiver down her spine.
Mira grabbed some of the bags from the trunk. "Do you want to eat first, or would you like to rest?" she asked, her tone warm and motherly.
"I think I'll take a nap," Nashi replied with a polite smile. "It was a long journey."
"Alright," Mira nodded, ruffling Nashi's hair. "I'll wake you up for lunch. Go get settled in."
As they walked inside, a sleek blue-furred cat darted into view. The moment Nashi saw him, her face lit up. "Happy!" she exclaimed, crouching down and extending her hand.
The Blue Russian cat eyed her cautiously, sniffed her finger briefly, then let out a small hiss before bolting out of sight. Nashi froze, her hand still outstretched, shock etched across her face.
Natsu burst into laughter behind her. "Guess he's not feeling the love today, huh?"
Nashi bit her lip, her mind racing. Animals have better instincts. He probably knows I'm not Nasha… Good thing cats don't talk. She straightened up and dusted herself off, hoping her nerves didn't show.
"Don't take it personally," Mira reassured her, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. "Happy gets moody sometimes. I'm sure he'll warm up to you later."
Nashi nodded with a nervous smile, silently hoping she could keep her secret safe just a little while longer.
The pink-haired girl took a moment to soak in her surroundings. The house wasn't as big as the one in Altair, but it had a warm, welcoming atmosphere that made her feel at ease. She noticed the little details—shoes neatly lined up by the doorway and a couple of luggage bags tucked in one of the rooms she passed. As she moved toward the stairs, her eyes wandered to the photos on the wall.
One picture showed her dad, Natsu, cutting a giant red ribbon—probably from the opening of his restaurant. Another featured Nasha, her twin, proudly holding a third-place trophy from a fencing competition. Nashi giggled softly at the sight, imagining her sister's reaction to not winning first.
When she reached Nasha's room, she wasn't surprised by its interior. The pinkish-red color, their shared favorite, dominated the space—from the bedsheets to the wallpaper. The large window overlooked a well-tended garden where she spotted Happy darting around playfully. A small smile crept onto her face at the peaceful view.
Nashi sank into the bed, her eyes heavy with exhaustion. This place is incredible, she thought, feeling a warmth spread through her as she relaxed. It feels like home. Just as her eyelids began to droop, a soft knock on the door jolted her awake. She sat up groggily, rubbing her eyes, and looked toward the doorway.
A man with jet-black hair, an uncanny resemblance to her father, stood there, holding a stuffed toy in his hand—a snowman.
"Mira told me to ask if this belongs to you?" he asked, his grin widening as he held up the toy.
Nashi's heart skipped a beat from nervousness. She recognized him immediately—her Uncle Zeref, her father's older brother.
"Oh my gosh, Plue!" she gasped, her voice a mix of panic and relief. "I—I'm so sorry, it's not mine. It's... a friend's."
Zeref raised an eyebrow, his lips quirking into a teasing smirk. "That friend from another country your father told me, huh? Well, if that's the case, I guess I'll just toss this 'Plue'—I'm sure she wouldn't miss it."
"You can't!" Nashi shot to her feet, rushing forward to snatch the toy from his hands. "She loves it. It means a lot to her… I'll send it back myself."
Zeref chuckled, crossing his arms and leaning casually against the doorframe. "You know," he began, a mischievous twinkle in his eye, "I've heard that this is a customized toy."
"It is?" Nashi blinked, her hands trembling slightly as she clutched the stuffed snowman to her chest.
Zeref's smile widened. "Yup. And I never forget the things Mavis and I sent to our nieces."
The pink haired girl's heart sank. Her cover was slipping. Panic surged in her chest, and she struggled to steady her breathing. "I... I don't know what you mean," she stammered, but her voice betrayed her, shaking with fear.
Her Uncle's gaze softened. He straightened, his presence gentle but firm. "Look, I don't know exactly what's going on, but I have a pretty good idea. You and your twin are up to something, aren't you?"
Tears welled in Nashi's eyes as she tightened her grip on Plue, her heart racing. "Please, Uncle Zeref," she whispered, voice breaking, "don't tell anyone. I didn't mean for any of this to happen. We just wanted to—" She trailed off, her words lost in a tide of emotions.
Zeref sighed deeply, a fond smile tugging at his lips. He stepped closer, his voice soft but firm. "Of course, I won't tell," he reassured her. "But you should know, we've been keeping an eye on you and Lucy. I know more than you think."
Nashi blinked, looking up at him in surprise. "So... you knew from the start?"
Zeref nodded, settling on the edge of the bed beside her. "It wasn't that hard to figure out. I've got the brains in the family, after all. Your dad got the brawn." He smirked at his own joke before continuing, "Plus, Mavis' friend at the camp mentioned a pair of identical twins causing a stir. Sound familiar?"
Nashi's face turned crimson. She fidgeted with Plue, her embarrassment growing. "You heard about that?" she muttered, wishing she could sink into the floor. Great. I just hope Mom doesn't know about it yet.
Zeref chuckled softly, shaking his head fondly. "Only my wife and I knew what happened at the camp. So your secret's safe with us."
Nashi glanced up at him, relief washing over her, though a flicker of uncertainty still lingered. "So... are you going to tell Mom and Dad?"
The man smiled gently, his hand resting reassuringly on her shoulder. "No, kiddo. This stays between us. But," he added, raising an amused eyebrow, "I am curious. What's the plan? I bet there's more to this whole 'twin swap' I'm hearing."
He leaned back slightly, his gaze playful. "Besides, I heard Natsu grounded Nasha. No phone until the end of the summer, right?"
Nashi's eyes widened as the realization hit her. Right! Nasha had mentioned the grounding, but they hadn't thought it through as a potential problem. How am I supposed to contact her now?
Her grip on Plue tightened, the soft toy cradled against her chest as her mind raced. Almost vibrating with anxiety, she finally blurted out, "Can I borrow yours, Uncle? Just to message Nasha, of course."
Zeref's chuckle was warm and indulgent. "Definitely."
Her face broke into a wide, relieved grin. "Thank you, thank you, Uncle Zeref!" she squealed, throwing her arms around him in an impulsive hug.
Zeref chuckled and patted her back. "You're welcome, kiddo. But you owe me one now. Don't leave me completely in the dark. What's the plan?"
Nashi pulled back slightly, a sheepish smile tugging at her lips as she rested her chin on her knees. "I can't tell you the plan yet. Not until I've talked it over with Nasha. But…" Her eyes sparkled, her excitement palpable. "I can tell you how we met."
Zeref raised an intrigued eyebrow. "Alright, I'm all ears."
Nashi sat cross-legged beside him, clutching Plue like a lifeline as she began her story. "It's a long story, but trust me—it's worth it!" She launched into the tale of how she and Nasha discovered each other, her voice bubbling with enthusiasm.
Zeref watched her, his expression softening. He could see how much this meant to her—how deeply she cared for the sister she had only just found. As she spoke, he felt a deep warmth for his niece, knowing that no matter what, she had the strength to carry out whatever plan she and Nasha had devised. And, as always, they'd be there if she or Lucy needed them.
Around lunchtime, Nashi was called downstairs to eat. Zeref had left hours earlier, summoned by his wife for an urgent meeting with investors. Before leaving, he'd promised to help her message Nasha later that evening when he returned. After taking a refreshing shower—using the guest bathroom next to her room as a precaution—she descended to the kitchen.
The aroma of grilled fish and spiced vegetables greeted her, mingled with the faint clatter of utensils. Mira was setting the table, her movements brisk and efficient, but her expression betrayed irritation. Nashi's dad, already seated, seemed entirely at ease. What caught her attention, though, was the unfamiliar voice—a light, airy tone laced with an exaggerated sweetness.
Rounding the corner, Nashi froze. Beside her dad sat a blonde woman in a sleek purple dress, her ensemble accessorized with a matching headband adorned with a feather motif. Red lipstick—so vivid it resembled blood—highlighted her lips. Yet what struck Nashi most wasn't her appearance but the way she clung to her dad's arm, her manicured fingers draped possessively over his bicep.
And her dad… he didn't seem to mind. In fact, he was smiling—flirting.
"Dad?" Nashi's voice cut through the scene like a blade.
Natsu turned toward her with a grin, as if he hadn't noticed her stunned expression. "Oh, Nasha! Perfect timing." He gestured to the woman at his side, whose hand remained firmly on his arm. Mira, catching Nashi's bewildered gaze, smirked before slipping away to the sink, leaving the trio alone.
"I want you to meet Kyra Sterling," Natsu continued, his tone almost too casual. "She's the Coordinator for my new restaurant expansion project. And…" He paused for effect, as if delivering the punchline of a joke. "…she's my girlfriend."
Nashi's world tilted. Her jaw tightened as the words sank in. Girlfriend? Her mind reeled, trying to reconcile this revelation with the man she thought she knew. Her fingers curled around the edge of the table, her knuckles white.
Kyra turned her attention to Nashi, flashing a dazzling smile that didn't reach her eyes. "Hi! I've heard so much about you from your father." Her tone was syrupy sweet, but something about it set Nashi's teeth on edge.
Forcing a smile, Nashi reached for the food on the table, her movements stiff. "I'll just grab some wine," her dad announced, rising from his chair. "Be right back, baby."
Kyra's gaze followed him, her voice dripping with honey. "Don't take too long."
As soon as Natsu disappeared into the kitchen, Kyra leaned forward, her expression shifting. The polite façade slipped, revealing something sharper underneath. "I know we just met, but I thought I'd let you know—your dad let me borrow KemoKemo. I hope that's okay."
Nashi's smile turned brittle. "It's fine," she said coolly. "You're not the first one, anyway."
Kyra's brows knitted. "What do you mean?"
"Oh, you know," Nashi began, her voice casual, though there was a hint of sarcasm beneath it. She leaned slightly forward, her fingers tapping the edge of her plate. "Horseback riding? Picnics under the Rainbow Sakura Tree? Stargazing? You're not the first woman Dad's dated. You're just… number twenty, I think." She pretended to count on her fingers, an exaggerated look of concentration on her face. When she looked up, she flashed an innocent smile. "And they all ended up… poof!" She spread her hands wide, mimicking an explosion.
She had learned about the Rainbow Sakura Tree from Nasha—her twin often mentioned it during their talks about their dad's failed relationships. The stargazing part? Well, that was just a guess. Nashi hoped she wasn't caught bluffing, but she couldn't help but feel a rush of satisfaction at seeing Kyra's smirk falter slightly.
To her surprise, Kyra didn't flinch. Instead, she smirked, as if accepting a challenge. "Well, sweetie," she said, her voice soft but pointed, "you might want to prepare yourself. Because this time, you'll be calling me Mom soon."
Nashi's stomach churned. Mom? The word felt like a slap.
Suppressing her frustration, Nashi grabbed the bottle of spicy sauce. As she shook it vigorously, nothing came out. Her irritation flared, and she squeezed harder. The bottle finally yielded—but not onto her plate.
The thick red sauce splattered across Kyra's pristine dress.
"AHHH!" Kyra's shriek pierced the air, and within seconds, Natsu rushed back, the wine bottle forgotten. His eyes darted between Kyra's stained dress and Nashi's wide-eyed expression.
"It was an accident!" Nashi declared, hands raised in mock innocence.
Kyra's face contorted with distress as she dabbed futilely at the stain. "This is my favorite dress!" she whined.
Natsu grabbed a towel, his movements flustered. "I'll buy you a new one," he promised, his tone apologetic.
Kyra's mood shifted instantly, her pout replaced by a radiant grin. She flung her arms around his shoulders, planting a kiss on his cheek. Natsu stood there awkwardly, gently disentangling her arms. "Let's eat," he mumbled, clearly uncomfortable.
As they sat back down, Kyra dominated the conversation, her voice a steady stream of self-centered anecdotes. Nashi barely listened, her mind racing with frustration. Every time Natsu tried to engage her, Kyra cut in, steering the discussion back to herself.
Nashi sighed heavily, stabbing her fork into her food. This was going to be a long meal.
After lunch, Nashi excused herself, claiming she had things to do in her room. Her steps were brisk, her chest tight with frustration as she climbed the stairs. Once inside, she closed the door with a soft click and let out a breath she didn't realize she was holding.
Her eyes scanned the room until they landed on her binoculars. Grabbing them, she positioned herself by the window, carefully angling to get a clear view of the garden. Earlier, she overheard Kyra mention a visit to the greenhouse in the backyard. Now, curiosity—and suspicion—spurred her to spy.
Nashi crouched by the sill, adjusting the binoculars until the scene outside came into focus. There they were, her dad and that woman, walking hand in hand along the winding garden path. Kyra's blonde hair shimmered in the sunlight, her large sunhat casting a shadow over her face.
The sight made the little girl's stomach churn. Who does she think she is, acting all cozy with Dad?
The door creaked open behind her. Nashi jumped slightly, spinning around to see Mira standing there, a basket of freshly folded clothes in her arms. The white haired woman raised a brow at the sight of Nashi crouched by the window, binoculars in hand.
"Are you spying?" Mira asked, her tone amused as she stepped further into the room.
Nashi huffed, turning back to the window. "Did you know Dad has a girlfriend?"
Mira set the basket on the bed and crossed her arms, leaning against the dresser. "Oh, her?" she said, feigning interest. "Yeah, they met months ago. Natsu was working on that big overseas expansion project, remember? My sister said they made it official the day you left for camp." Mira's voice dripped with sarcasm as she added, "Isn't she lovely?"
Through the binoculars, Nashi saw the blonde stop in the middle of the path, rounding her arms around her Dad's shoulders. Kyra leaned in, her hat obscuring their faces, but it wasn't hard to guess what was happening. Nashi cringed, pulling the binoculars away as if they burned her.
"Ugh," she muttered, her expression twisting in disgust. "That's so gross."
Mira chuckled softly as she continued folding Nashi's clothes, the quiet sound filling the room. "Well, it's his choice," she said lightly, though her voice carried a subtle edge. "Such a shame, though."
Nashi frowned, her eyes narrowing slightly as she glanced up from the window. "What do you mean, 'a shame'?" Her voice held a note of confusion, tinged with a touch of suspicion.
Mira straightened up, placing a neatly folded shirt on the bed with a soft thud. "You should probably start getting used to it," she said, her tone breezy but carrying an unspoken weight. "I know it's fast, but things are about to get very real soon."
Nashi lowered the binoculars completely, her unease deepening as she turned to face her aunt. "What do you mean?" she asked, her voice quiet, almost hesitant.
Mira sighed, placing her hands on her hips, her expression a mixture of exasperation and pity. "Hasn't your idiot father told you?"
Nashi shook her head, the knot of dread in her chest tightening. Her heart pounded in her chest, and she braced herself for what was to come.
"Well," Mira began, her tone heavy with reluctance, "he's planning to propose to her. And it's going to be soon."
The words landed like a punch to Nashi's gut. She stared at Mira, her mind racing, unable to process the shock. Her dad, proposing? To Kyra? It didn't make sense.
"No way," Nashi muttered under her breath, her grip tightening around the binoculars. Her pulse raced, and a bitter mix of disbelief and anger bubbled up within her chest.
Mira shrugged, her gaze distant. "Though, in my opinion, I don't think that woman's in it for love."
Nashi's brows furrowed, trying to digest the weight of the information. "You mean... she only wants Dad for money?"
Mira's lips curled slightly. "You see women in her age clawing their way to rich old bachelors nowadays. Wouldn't be surprised if she's one of them."
Nashi let out a low hum in response, her thoughts swirling. The words felt cold, but Mira had a point. It was hard to shake the suspicion that Kyra wasn't genuine.
Her Aunt sighed, her shoulders slumping slightly as she spoke. "But who am I to judge? I'm not the type to assume, but Kyra just doesn't sit well with me. Even Zeref and Mavis had their suspicions, too, but they wouldn't tell Natsu. It's not their place." She shrugged again, as if dismissing the matter entirely. "And it's not like I try to interact with your father's women."
Nashi absorbed the words, her mind spinning. The sense of unease she had been harboring about Kyra felt more justified now, but the idea that even Zeref and Mavis shared the same doubts made her gut twist with worry. Was she the only one who felt like something wasn't right?
Looking back out the window, Nashi's eyes were glued to her dad and Kyra, who were still in the garden, lost in their own world. The way Kyra leaned into Natsu, the way she laughed a little too loudly at his jokes—it all felt too... staged, too convenient.
"Is it really that obvious?" Nashi asked quietly, the question slipping from her lips before she could stop it.
Mira paused, her hands stilling for a moment as she turned to face Nashi. "Your father's a good man," she said softly, a hint of sadness in her voice. "But sometimes, he doesn't see things as clearly as he should. Kyra's got a way of wrapping him around her finger." She paused, looking at Nashi with a knowing expression. "It's not just you who sees it, Nasha. But it's his choice, and all we can do is watch and hope it doesn't end the way it always does."
Nashi bit her lip, her thoughts churning like a storm inside her. Every fiber of her being wanted to march downstairs, drag her dad away from Kyra, and tell him everything she suspected. She wanted to yell at him —that Kyra was nothing but trouble, that this would end the same way all the others had, and he should just go back to her Mom.
But as her grip tightened on the binoculars, she knew she couldn't act on impulse. Not yet. Her plan had to be executed smoothly, carefully. She couldn't afford to mess it up now, not when she was so close.
She exhaled slowly, trying to calm the storm inside. Her dad had to see it for himself, but she needed to make sure he had no other option but to realize what was really going on. The last thing she wanted was for Kyra to sink her claws deeper before Natsu could get a clear picture.
And for the first time in a long time, Nashi felt the full weight of her feelings.
She hated it.
Nashi felt like her head might explode. It was only her first day home, yet the weight of everything she'd learned already felt crushing. Her dad had a girlfriend, and he was planning to propose? She gritted her teeth, her resolve hardening. I have to tell Nasha. We need to switch before Dad makes a mistake he can't take back.
By evening, Kyra was gone. When Nashi asked Mira about her whereabouts, her aunt casually mentioned that Kyra had left shortly after their greenhouse visit. Nashi sighed in relief, her tension easing for the first time all day.
Her dad, however, had been called away for work, leaving Nashi with hours of solitude—and plenty of time to think.
Alone in her room, she sat cross-legged on her bed, her gaze fixed on the window. The pink hues of the setting sun cast long shadows, but her mind was too busy to appreciate the beauty outside.
Fists clenched, she scowled. Mom is way better for Dad than that woman. Kyra's nothing but a snake. Her thoughts spiraled, building up a storm of determination. There was no way she'd let Kyra take her mom's place. Whatever it took, Nashi knew she had to act—and soon.
Natsu then found her in the living room, a sheepish look on his face. "Hey, kiddo," he said, scratching the back of his neck.
"Yeah?" she replied, glancing at him from where she sat.
"I'm sorry I couldn't spend time with you today. Work got in the way," he admitted, guilt evident in his tone.
Nashi shrugged, hiding her disappointment. "It's fine, Dad. I get it."
"No, it's not fine," he said, determination sparking in his eyes. "I promise I'll make it up to you tomorrow. Just you and me, okay?"
Her lips curled into a smile, soft but genuine. "Okay."
When Zeref and Mavis arrived just before dinner, Nashi's mood lightened. Mavis engulfed her in a hug the moment she walked in, her small frame trembling slightly.
"I've missed you so much! Look at you, all grown up!" Mavis exclaimed, her voice trembling with emotion as she enveloped Nashi in a warm embrace. The petite woman's arms were surprisingly strong for someone so delicate-looking, and her radiant smile made it clear she was genuinely overjoyed.
"Hello, Aunt Mavis," Nashi replied, her tone a mix of politeness and hesitation. She returned the hug, albeit a little awkwardly. It wasn't that she didn't appreciate the affection—it was just... a lot.
This was her first time meeting some of her relatives, and their enthusiasm was both touching and overwhelming. Nashi wasn't sure what she'd expected, but being at the center of so much attention felt like stepping onto a stage without a script. Still, she managed a small, genuine smile.
Dinner was lively at first. Zeref and Mavis asked about her camp experiences, and the conversation flowed easily. But then, Mavis accidentally mentioned her mom's name.
The mood shifted instantly. Natsu's expression darkened, his cheerful demeanor giving way to something far more subdued. He poked at his food in silence, the weight of unspoken memories settling over him.
"I'm sorry," Mavis whispered, her voice tinged with regret.
"It's fine," Natsu said, forcing a small smile. "Those were good days… memorable ones."
Nashi glanced at her dad, her heart sinking. She wanted to ask more about her parents' stories, but the look in his eyes stopped her. Not now, she decided. Later.
Sensing the tension, Natsu cleared his throat and turned to her with a brighter tone. "So, kiddo, what do you want to do tomorrow?"
"Anything!" Nashi said eagerly. "As long as it's just us."
After dinner, Zeref and Mavis handled the dishes while Natsu announced he was heading outside for some fresh air.
"Go check on him," Zeref encouraged, nudging her gently.
Nashi didn't need to be told twice. She found her dad sitting on a bench in the garden, bathed in soft moonlight. The stars above sparkled brilliantly, casting a serene glow over the space.
"Dad?" she called, her voice softer than usual.
He turned and smiled. "Hey, Nasha. Come sit."
She slid onto the bench beside him, following his gaze upward. The sky was breathtaking, stars scattered like diamonds across a deep, endless canvas.
"This spot," Natsu began, his voice carrying a quiet reverence, "your mom loved it. She said the view of the stars here was the best." He chuckled softly, a wistful sound. "I know I don't talk much about her, but she'd spend hours talking about constellations and zodiac signs. I never understood half of it, but she was so passionate. It was… contagious."
Nashi swung her legs idly, her gaze fixed on the stars. 'I love them too,' she thought, 'because of Mom.'
"Do you… miss her?" Nashi asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Always," he said without hesitation, chuckling helplessly. "It's not fair to Kyra, but… a first love like that? You don't forget."
Nashi nodded slowly, not entirely understanding but sensing the depth of his words. Still, his answer gave her hope. Maybe there's still a chance, she thought.
"Then why…" she started but trailed off, unsure how to finish.
It took a moment before her Dad answered, "Kyra's… a lot," Natsu admitted with a chuckle. "But she's a good person. Someday, when you're older, you'll understand things differently." He ruffled her hair playfully, his tone growing lighter. "Now, off to bed. We've got a big day tomorrow, just the two of us."
"Goodnight, Dad," Nashi said, sliding off the bench.
"Goodnight, kiddo."
As she walked back to the house, the stars twinkling above her, Nashi's resolve strengthened. Tomorrow was another chance, and she wouldn't let her dad make a mistake he'd regret.
Nashi stared at her uncle's phone as the screen flickered to life. "Nashi?" a slightly blurred face appeared, bouncing around as the camera jostled with movement. Her twin was clearly in a rush, fumbling to get settled.
The shaky image made Nashi squint, her annoyance bubbling just beneath the surface. Finally, the screen steadied, revealing Nasha's face in the dim glow of a flashlight. Her wide grin nearly startled Nashi.
"Nashi!" Nasha's voice was a loud whisper, brimming with excitement.
"Are you settled?" Nashi asked, impatience lacing her tone as she kept an ear out for any sounds from the hallway.
"Give me a few seconds!" Nasha's face disappeared from the screen, replaced by the blur of the phone being set down. "Sorry, I used your new phone. Grandfather gave it to me during lunch."
"It doesn't matter. Perfect timing, anyway," Nashi replied, pacing her room's balcony like a caged tiger.
When the camera finally focused, it showed Nasha's half-body propped up in her dark wardrobe, wearing pink pajamas covered in chibi dragons from their shared favorite manga, Dead Rock. Nashi almost rolled her eyes at how comfortable her twin looked.
"There! I'm all set," Nasha exclaimed, flashing a victorious smile. "Nashi! You won't believe it!"
Nashi's pacing stopped as she let out a dry laugh. "Oh, trust me, I can't believe it either."
Nasha, completely oblivious, launched into her story, practically glowing. "Mom is so amazing, Nashi! She's pretty, she's smart, she's—"
"I know, Nasha," Nashi interrupted, her voice strained with urgency, "but we've got bigger pro—"
"And we went all over Altair today! We went café hopping. Oh my gosh, the food here is so good—"
"Nasha, listen to me!" Nashi snapped, gripping the phone tighter. Her voice was hushed but firm, trying not to draw attention.
"I can't believe I spent my whole life without her! And—"
"Dad has a girlfriend!" Nashi finally blurted, her words tumbling out like an avalanche.
"What?" Nasha froze on the screen, her earlier excitement dimming into shock. "Seriously?"
"Yes!" Nashi groaned, running a hand through her hair as she resumed pacing. "That's why I need your help."
Nasha's expression twisted into skepticism. "Don't worry about it too much. Pop's relationships never last more than a few months."
"That's the thing, Nasha," Nashi hissed, stopping to glare at the phone. "He's planning on marrying her. You have to bring Mom here immediately."
Nasha's jaw dropped, but she didn't respond right away. After a moment, she crossed her arms and frowned. "No way! I only had one day with Mom. Just sabotage it. Please, buy us more time. I want to spend more time with her."
Nashi groaned in frustration. "It's not just that. Uncle Zeref and Aunt Mavis already know we switched."
"What?! Since when?" Nasha's voice pitched higher, her expression a mix of shock and panic.
"Since the beginning," Nashi replied with a sigh, her pacing slowing. "Uncle Zeref is helping me out because, apparently, you're banned from using your own phone."
"Oh, right," Nasha mumbled sheepishly, glancing away from the camera. "Well, you can trust them. Let them help you with the problem. I promise to tell Mom as soon as possible."
"Nashi, are you in here?" A muffled voice called from Nasha's end. Nashi's heart skipped as she heard the distinct baritone of Uncle Laxus.
"Who are you talking to?" Laxus asked, his voice closer now.
"My friend! You know, the one from the other country!" Nasha replied hastily, her head swiveling toward the door. "I'll be right there!"
She turned back to the camera, her movements hurried. "Sorry, Nashi, I gotta go! I'll call you very soon. Bye!"
"Nasha, wait—" The call ended abruptly, leaving Nashi staring at the blank screen. She let out a long, exasperated sigh, dropping her arms to her sides.
Everything felt like it was spiraling out of control. Her twin was off having the time of her life, their mom still unaware of the situation, and her dad teetering on the brink of a huge mistake.
And now, it was up to Nashi to hold everything together. Exhaustion settled over her like a heavy weight, but she straightened her back, determination blazing in her eyes.
There was no time to waste.
The bright and cheerful call of Mira's voice echoed through the house. "Breakfast!" she announced, her tone lively and inviting.
The clock was inching toward noon, but Nashi had only just woken up, dragging herself to the dining room after staying up far too late. She rubbed her eyes, her pink hair a mess, and shuffled toward the table. The spread was impressive: fluffy pancakes stacked high, crispy bacon arranged perfectly, golden toast, and a pitcher of freshly squeezed orange juice glowing in the sunlight streaming through the windows.
It was a feast fit to cure any morning blues, but Nashi barely glanced at it. Her stomach churned with nerves, anxiety knotting her insides. She slumped into her chair, her hands resting idly in her lap as she avoided Mira's questioning gaze.
The white-haired beauty didn't miss a thing. Noticing the lack of appetite, she leaned over and cupped Nashi's cheeks between her hands, giving them a playful squish. "What's wrong? You're not hungry?" Mira asked, her chirpy voice softening with concern. "I can make you something else if you'd like. Can't have you skipping meals—you'll waste away if you keep this up."
"I'm fine, Aunt Mira," Nashi muttered, her voice quiet. She forced a small smile but avoided making eye contact. "Where's Dad, anyway? And Uncle Zeref and Aunt Mavis?"
Mira straightened up, brushing her hands on her apron as she answered. "Your father left early this morning for Dragons and Stars. A politician is hosting a celebration there, so they needed all hands on deck. As for Mavis and Zeref, they had another meeting with investors—also an early start."
Nashi's heart sank a little further. It felt like her dad was always caught up in work lately. She fidgeted with the hem of her shirt, her nerves making her restless. "Oh…"
"You overslept," Mira added, giving her a teasing smile. "Natsu didn't want to wake you, and honestly, neither did I. Especially since someone was talking loudly on their balcony at three in the morning."
Nashi froze, her face heating up as she realized she'd been caught. She stammered, her hands flailing slightly as she tried to explain. "I—I was talking to my friend! You know, Ashley. The one I told you about? She lives… uh, on the other side of the planet."
Mira arched a skeptical brow, her arms crossing over her chest. "Ashley, huh? The one you met at camp?"
"Y-Yes! Ashley! Time difference and all that," Nashi said quickly, her words tumbling out in a rush. "She's in Alvarez, so… morning here is night there."
"Uh-huh," Mira replied, the disbelief clear in her tone. She tapped her chin thoughtfully. "So it just so happens it was morning in Alvarez, and you just had to call her at three in the morning here?"
"That's right!" Nashi nodded fervently, though her voice cracked slightly under the weight of Mira's scrutiny.
Mira gave her a long, measured look before sighing. "Alright… if you say so." She didn't seem entirely convinced but decided to drop it for now.
Noticing the change in Nashi's demeanor, Mira softened her tone. "Don't worry," she said gently, "your dad mentioned he'd meet you at the greenhouse for lunch."
Nashi's face lit up instantly, her earlier gloom vanishing. "Really? I'll head there now! Thanks, Aunt Mira!" She darted out of her chair so quickly she almost knocked it over, leaving the table untouched.
As she dashed to the doorway, Happy came bounding into the kitchen, his fur bristling. He hissed loudly as he passed by Nashi, his claws swiping the air near her leg. She yelped and stumbled back, her eyes wide. "Happy! What's gotten into you?" she exclaimed, her bewilderment turning into a questioning look at Mira.
The white-haired woman waved her off. "Go on now. I'll see what's wrong with him."
Nashi nodded hesitantly, then bolted toward the garden doors, eager to see her dad.
Mira watched her goddaughter disappear through the doorway, her brows furrowing. Something wasn't adding up. Ever since Nasha returned from camp, she'd been acting off—shifty, nervous, and secretive. Mira sighed, her sharp instincts kicking in.
"Hmmmm," she hummed, lost in thought then glanced down at Happy, who sat glaring at the doorway as though he shared her suspicions.
Nashi had only seen pictures of the greenhouse from her twin's stories during the camp, but stepping inside it for the first time felt like entering a different world. The air was fresh and earthy, carrying a faint floral aroma that made her breathe deeply. Rows of vibrant plants stretched as far as the eye could see, with gardeners bustling about, trimming leaves and watering pots. The sunlight filtered through the glass ceiling, creating dancing patterns on the tiled floor.
Despite the beauty of it all, her attention wasn't on the plants. Her gaze immediately zeroed in on her dad. He stood a little way off, talking animatedly with Kyra and a sharp-looking man she didn't recognize. A flicker of annoyance crossed her face. Great. She had hoped it would just be the two of them.
Feeling a shift in the room, Natsu turned toward the entrance. His pink hair stood out even in the sea of green, and his face lit up with a wide, warm smile as he spotted her. He waved, and Nashi couldn't help but grin back, sprinting toward him.
"Hello, Nasha! I'd like you to meet my assistant, Gapri." Kyra's voice was smooth and practiced as she gestured toward the man beside her. "Gapri, this is my darling's little girl, Nasha."
Nashi offered a polite smile, raising her hand in a small wave. "Hi," she said softly, her tone neutral but polite.
Gapri studied her for a moment. His short, spiky gray hair gave him a rugged look, and his narrowed, dark eyes suggested a sharpness that couldn't be ignored. The red scarf tied around his head added a casual air to his otherwise formal gray suit. There was something about him that seemed both charming and vaguely unsettling.
Nashi caught a whisper from Kyra to her dad. "Did you tell her?"
Natsu hesitated before answering quietly, "Not yet. Don't worry, we'll get to it."
Kyra quickly pivoted, her polished smile back in place. "So, now that you're here, why don't we all have lunch together?"
"Sorry, Ky," Natsu said, pulling his daughter closer with one arm. "I promised my little girl today would be a father-daughter bonding day."
Nashi beamed triumphantly, wrapping her arms around her dad's arm around her as if staking her claim. Kyra's expression faltered for the briefest moment before she recovered. "That's fine! I'll just speak with the sponsors. I'll make sure to tell them great things about you, babe!" She blew him a flirtatious kiss before striding off, her heels clicking sharply against the greenhouse floor.
As soon as she was out of sight, Kyra's pleasant mask slipped. "The first thing I'll do once I'm officially a Dragneel is send that little brat to a boarding school in Elentier," she sneered.
"Ooh, planning to hog the sugar daddy, huh?" Gapri teased, his grin devilish.
"Of course. What else?" Kyra laughed, her tone dripping with malice as they shared a conspiratorial smirk.
"Hey, how was your sleep?" Natsu asked as they walked toward the greenhouse's exit.
"It was fine," Nashi replied, keeping her tone light.
"Are you ready for today?"
"Yeah! Let's go!"
The two set off into Magnolia, spending the day enjoying each other's company. At the river, Nashi laughed as she reeled in small fish while Natsu teased her mercilessly. "You're catching snacks, not dinner!" he joked, earning a playful splash of water in return.
At the arcade, she gleefully destroyed him in Just Dance and basketball shooting, her giggles echoing in the lively room as Natsu feigned despair. "How are you this bad?!" she teased, clutching her sides from laughing too hard.
"Hey! I'm trying my best here!" Natsu protested, flailing his arms in a dramatic attempt to match the dance moves on screen. His movements were so out of sync that Nashi doubled over, tears forming at the corners of her eyes.
"You've got two left feet, Dad!" she exclaimed between bursts of laughter. Watching him stumble and fumble through the choreography was pure comedy gold.
As she wiped away a stray tear, a thought crossed her mind. "Wait… how did you and Mom dance at your wedding?" she asked, looking at him with genuine curiosity.
Natsu froze mid-move, scratching the back of his head sheepishly. "Well… let's just say your mom made me practice. A lot." He chuckled, his grin a little crooked.
Nashi tilted her head, picturing her parents on the dance floor. The idea of her elegant mom trying to guide her clumsy dad through their wedding dance made her smile, but it also tugged at her heart. She couldn't help but wonder what other stories about her mom she'd never heard.
They played Tekken, their competitive streaks in full swing, laughter echoing between them as they took playful jabs at each other. Afterward, they squeezed into a photobooth, their smiles captured on the little strips of film, each picture showing a slice of their pure, carefree fun.
The late afternoon sun cast a warm, golden glow over the cliffside where they sat, the gentle light wrapping around them like a soft embrace. The expansive garden below was bathed in shades of amber and green, as the breeze carried the rustling whispers of leaves and the occasional chirp of crickets. It was a quiet moment of peace, the kind where time felt like it could stretch on forever.
Beyond the cliff's edge, Magnolia spread out beneath them, its rooftops shimmering in the fading light, and the sky above painted with soft pink hues as the evening quietly made its entrance.
The cliff was just a few meters away from the greenhouse. It was the perfect place to get a wind of fresh air.
"Did you have fun?" Natsu asked, leaning back against the sturdy oak tree behind him, its branches swaying lazily overhead.
"Definitely." Nashi smiled, her expression soft and genuine. She hugged her knees to her chest, savoring the peaceful moment. "We should do this more often."
"Well, we still have the camping trip," Natsu reminded her, shifting slightly to face her.
"What trip?" she asked, tilting her head in curiosity.
"The one we always do before school starts—at the Mt. Hakobe Settlements." His brow quirked, as if surprised she needed reminding.
"Oh, right! That one." She nodded quickly, though her tone betrayed her distraction. Her twin had mentioned the camping trips before, but they felt like someone else's memory, not hers.
Natsu straightened, the playful air around him dimming as his expression grew serious. "Anyway, I have something to tell you."
Nashi perked up slightly. "Really? I have something to tell you too."
"It's about Kyra," Natsu began carefully.
"It's about Mom," she blurted at the same time. The simultaneous admissions hung in the air like a popped balloon.
"Wait, what about your mom?" Natsu asked, his brow furrowing as he leaned forward.
"Well…" Nashi hesitated, suddenly aware of the weight of her words. "You never told me how you two met. And I'm old enough now to know that a stork didn't just drop me off from the sky."
Natsu blinked, visibly caught off guard. "We talk about your mom. I told you about her last night."
"But not entirely." Nashi's frustration began to seep through. "That was just a quick story, and a half-crumpled picture isn't enough. I…" She gestured helplessly, trying to piece her feelings into words. "I need a mom too."
Natsu sighed, his hand raking through his hair in a familiar gesture of frustration. The look in his eyes softened as he nodded. "That's what I was thinking, actually."
"Yeah?" Nashi asked, her tone a mix of hope and suspicion.
"That's why I want to know what you think of Kyra."
Her smile froze, and her shoulders stiffened. "Um… she's nice, I guess?"
"You guess?" Natsu smirked, his tone laced with humor, but his eyes betrayed a hint of concern.
"She's… young," Nashi muttered after a pause. Her gaze drifted to the horizon, avoiding his probing eyes. "Why do you want my opinion, Dad?"
"Well, I was thinking of—" He didn't get to finish. Nashi's instincts kicked in. She knew exactly where this conversation was heading, and she was not ready to hear it—not now, not ever. She needed to buy time.
"I need to go to the bathroom!" she interrupted suddenly, springing to her feet with an urgency that startled Natsu.
"What? Nasha, wait! I'm trying to tell you something!" he called after her, his voice tinged with exasperation.
But Nashi was already running, her pink hair bouncing behind her as she darted toward the house. Her chest felt tight, and her thoughts swirled chaotically. She couldn't face this—not yet. Not after the day they'd just shared. The joy of the arcade, the warmth of their picnic… it was all too perfect to let it be ruined by something so overwhelming.
Reaching the house, she burst into the living room, her thoughts spilling out in frantic whispers. "This can't be happening. This is just too much. Too much at once—"
"Too much of what?" a calm voice interrupted.
Nashi froze mid-step, turning to see Mira leaning against the doorway, her arms folded and a knowing look on her face. "Aunt Mira! You frightened me!" she exclaimed, her hand clutching her chest.
"I 'frightened' you?" Mira echoed, raising an eyebrow. "Well, you're the one acting like you've seen a ghost."
Nashi shifted uncomfortably, her gaze darting to the floor as she tried to steady her nerves. "I didn't notice you were here, that's all," she stammered, her voice unconvincing and fraught with unease.
Mira's sharp eyes narrowed, her penetrating stare slicing through Nashi's feeble attempt at casualness. She crossed her arms, her tone low but pointed as she began to circle the girl like a hawk narrowing in on its prey. "Let me get this straight. Ever since you came back from camp, you've been acting… off."
Her words lingered in the air like an accusation, and Nashi felt her chest tighten as she stood frozen, unsure whether to defend herself or run. Mira lifted a finger, ticking off her observations one by one. "Happy's always hissing when you're around like you're a total stranger. You've been eating like a bird, barely touching your meals. And now," she said, her brow arching in disbelief, "you're tossing around words like 'frightened' and acting all prim and proper."
The room grew suffocatingly silent as Mira stopped, her piercing gaze boring into Nashi.
Nashi opened her mouth, her mind scrambling for an excuse, a plausible explanation—anything that could divert Mira's suspicion. But the weight of it all—the secrets, the guilt, the exhaustion—pressed down on her shoulders. Her breathing quickened, and for a moment, she felt she might crumble right there in front of her aunt.
Finally, she forced herself to meet Mira's eyes, her voice quiet but steady. "Aunt Mira, the camp just… made me think a lot. It made me realize some things." She hesitated, as if testing the waters. "It changed me."
Mira didn't flinch, her skepticism as solid as stone. "Uh-huh." She tilted her head, her calculating gaze sweeping over Nashi from head to toe as if she could peel away the layers and find the truth hidden underneath.
Nashi held her breath as Mira's lips twisted into a faint frown. The older woman murmured under her breath, almost as if speaking to herself, "If I didn't know better, I'd say you're like…" Her voice trailed off, the unfinished thought hanging ominously between them.
"Like who, Aunt Mira?" Nashi finally managed to ask, her tone careful, her heart thudding painfully in her chest. She clasped her hands behind her back, hoping to still their trembling.
Mira's expression remained unreadable for a beat too long. Then, with a strained smile, she shook her head and waved her hand dismissively. "It's nothing. Just me overthinking, that's all."
Mira turned as if to leave, but her footsteps halted at the sound of Nashi's voice, quieter this time yet weighted with meaning.
"Like Nashi?"
Mira froze mid-step, her back straightening in an instant. Slowly, almost unwillingly, she turned to face the girl again, her eyes sharp with disbelief. "How did you…?"
Nashi took a steadying breath, her resolve hardening even as her voice wavered. "Would you believe me," she began, her words carrying the fragility of a porcelain doll, "if I told you I am Nashi?"
The room felt impossibly still, every second stretching into an eternity as Mira's face shifted from confusion to shock. Nashi stood there, her heart pounding in her chest, waiting for her aunt's response and knowing there was no turning back now.
I actually forgot some scenes, so I had to rewatch it. However, by the time I rewatched it, I had already written the story, so I just tweaked it a little to match the plot line.
Also, Kyra Sterling is Coordinator from Fairy Tail Phoenix Priestess. She's the blonde soldier that fought Erza. Gapri is also from the movie. They're both Soldiers of Stella Kingdom.
I hope this was good.