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Prophecy Unguided - Chapter 3

Sooo, it took a long time. I'm really sorry about that, but that's how it is when you have a writer's block. In itself I know where to go and I have already finished writing some scenes. I hope, however, that you will still be happy about this chapter.

And don't worry, this story will definitely end, no matter how long it takes. And for everyone who was looking forward to Jerza, here you definitely get Jerza

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Greets Z <3

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Chapter 3

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Thousands of colourful ribbons decorated the garlands and columns on the large square covered with marble slabs. The corridor between the stone benches was festively decorated with flowers, music filled the warm air and the humming of the conversations and the chirping of the birds of the forest around the temple complex were still audible despite the music. The high witch priestess stood together with the bridesmaids and the witnesses under a magic canopy. Flowers formed a magical dome, butterflies fluttered from blossom to blossom, bees and bumble bees also tumbled around and literally played through the numerous blossoms.

Erza was nervous. And at the same time she was incredibly looking forward to this day. Her day. Finally they would connect, tie the bond of souls, start a family. She stepped out of the shade of the temple building into the sunlight onto the large festival square. The music changed and the conversations of the guests stopped. A tremble ran through her hands, but she closed her eyes for a moment, breathed in deeply. Her shoulders relaxed, she rolled them and the broad radiance on her features grew even wider. Her heartbeat began to race, accelerating with every step she took. Since her parents had fallen more than 200 years ago in the last great battle against the dark god Hades, she would walk this walk to the altar alone. And as much as it hurt her that her two circle sisters Levy and Lucy weren't here, she was happy that they finally held this ceremony. She had so longed for it. Jellal had always been hesitant, uncertain. He had already done many bad things in his life and it had taken her a lot of time and effort to take the old guilt from him. She walked safely along the long corridor decorated with flowers, birds escorting her, flying behind her and carrying the delicate veil of lace.

Her gaze glided over her mate. Her big love. He wore a floor-length white robe whose hem was embroidered with golden, blue and red tendrils, flowers and trees. His fingertips were dyed red, while hers had been dyed blue. Love shimmered in his dark soul mirrors and she stepped beside him, grabbing her dress so as not to stumble over the small stone step. Jellal took her hands as they stood in front of each other. The music finally fell silent and silence lay over the present witch society. Erza and looked up radiantly at Jellal, who returned the broad smile on her face. Then they looked at the high witch priestess who would marry them. She looked at them and waited patiently until she had her attention. She wore a black, floor-length robe, the hem of which was embroidered with countless silver tendrils. The wide trumpet sleeves reached down to the floor. Her skin shimmered golden and radiated pure magic. The white-blond hair and the bright turquoise irides also shimmered with magic.

"We have gathered here today to unite these two witch children, these two soul mates in the holy covenant of soul bonding before the ancient gods. If anyone knows a reason why these two should not be bound to each other, let them speak now, or be silent forever," she began. She held a thick book in her hands, but never looked down on the pages. Silence was spreading over the guests. No one raised any objections and the priestess nodded.

"Well then, since no one wants to separate these two, we'll start with -"

"HELP! HELP! HELP US," an elemental spirit rushed to the square and interrupted the priestess words. Erza's head whirled around, her eyes directed at the spirit that was disturbing the ceremony. Anger was boiling in her. How dare it be? Whispering rose among the guests. But when she saw which elemental spirit had just burst into the bonding ceremony and in what condition it was, she became ice-cold. A tremor ran through her body. A weakly shimmering fox stood trembling and with bleeding fur on the square. Golden and red blood dripped onto the marble plates and the smell of dark, impure magic, death, smoke and burnt flesh rose from his fur. The beast's eyes were wide open in panic and fear. This elemental spirit belonged to the northern temple. The temple where Lucy and Levy lived and practiced. She rushed, without hesitation, to the Elemental Spirit, feeling tears rising in her eyes. Fear crept up in her as she passed the meters to the trembling creature in seconds. With trembling hands, she sat down next to him on the floor, began to weave spells, channel her magic, and stroked through the bloody fur. Wordlessly, she cast healing spells. She was more versed in offensive magic and less in healing magic, so it took her a while and she needed more magic to heal his wounds.

"What Happened", Jellal knelt beside her on the ground, drawing healing runes in the air to support her. The fox sniffed, tears formed in his golden eyes, dripping on the stone floor.

"They ... gods have attacked us," he whimpered and you could see the fear in him. It surrounded him in a slightly black glimmer. Fearful and confused scraps of words penetrated Erza's ears and she felt her throat closing. Her heart beat anxiously against her ribs. If these assholes had done anything to their sisters!

"And then what? How many dead, wounded?" asked Jellal and Erza pressed her lips tightly together. She tried to soothe the spirit by stroking its fur, but her hands trembled even more than before.

"I ... Half of the witches in the temple are dead, the other half kidnapped," he said and his ears sank even deeper. Erza flinched sharply and a deep rumble rolled up Jellal's throat. He knew exactly what that meant and she could feel his magic boil up furiously inside him.

"Please tell me ... Levy and Lucy ... they are ...", her voice failed and the heart beat her painfully fast against the ribs. Fear clasped her heart, her soul, her magic. The elemental spirit leaned against Erza.

"They were alive, they were kidnapped and since Mistress Lucy had just finished meditating, she could not defend herself properly," he said and lowered the gaze shamefully to the floor. Erza understood why. Her fingers dug into his fur and she leaned her forehead against his.

"Shhh. It's not your fault. You rushed here knowing that you would get help here," she said and swallowed easily. A whimpering escaped the creature before it began to cry. Erza felt the fear in her release and was replaced by anger. Anger at the damage done to her family in the north, anger at the injury to this beautiful creature, and anger at the interruption of her marriage ceremony. This also explained why Lucy and Levy hadn't arrived yet. She carefully detached herself from the fox, rose. Her hands clenched to fists. Her gaze glided over the witches and sorcerers present. Silence lay over the company. There were about 500 war witches here. Erza whirled around and marched with rapid steps to the pedestal, where they had stood just a few minutes ago and actually wanted to be connected in love. Magic enveloped her and the floor-length white dress slowly disintegrated. The sweeping wide skirt disappeared. Erza summoned up her armor. A silver armour, which covered almost her entire body, offered ultimate protection, but was as light as a feather due to the numerous spells in the metal.

"My brothers and sisters! Again gods have dared to attack ours! So far we have always remained silent, either because we were too late or because they were outnumbered. But this time they have gone too far! They have Lucy from the house Heartfilia! They have stolen our blessed ones, our chosen ones! They have killed sisters and brothers in the north," she called and with every word the aura of her power continued to grow. The other warriors present rose and magic unfolded. Little by little they summoned up their war armour and rage filled the air. Jellal had also exchanged his festive robe for a deep black armour. Anger and murder were clearly written on his face.

" THEY SHOULD EXPERIENCE WHAT IT MEANS, TO MESS WITH THE PEOPLE OF THE WITCHES," she yelled, pulling out her sword from the scabbard. The air was filled with approving shouts and the sound of war horns. The ground vibrated under the thundering roar of the horns.

"THONA WHAHAR," she shouted and her call to war was answered by hundreds of voices.

Birds rose from the trees in shock. Erza set herself in motion, Jellal at her side. The witches of the south would go to war!

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Lucy leaned against the stone balustrade. Her gaze glided over the wide inner courtyard, over the roughly hewn walls. The roar of low voices as well as the clang from colliding metals. The men of the southern dragon clan trained together. Either directly in close combat, or with weapons and light armour. Wind came up and despite the fact that it was a warm climate in which the dragons lived, cold shivers crept over her skin.

She was now at her dragon's castle for a good three days. Wind plucked her hair and her fingers cramped as she thought of Natsu. Her heartbeat accelerated and she bit her lower lip. Lucy felt her flaming redness creeping into her cheeks. She would lie if she said she didn't find him attractive. Quite the contrary. His nature, his smell, his warmth, these beautiful eyes. Everything attracted her magically. And yet she could not give in to him. Lost in thought she touched her lips and closed her eyes. Heat crept through her body like liquid lava. She sensed how heat clenched in her stomach, felt how everything in her seemed to contract. Feel the treacherous tingling between her thighs.

She swallowed slightly and bit her lower lip, shaking her head as she remembered her mate's hunger and longing for her. She knew perfectly well that dragons were very possessive, caring lovers. But she also knew what her mission was. Lucy wasn't stupid, she knew that Natsu would die if she gave in to him. If she would let her enter into the bond of souls with him. Only very few survived the death of their bonded soul mate. Her father had not recovered from her mother's death and had died of a broken heart. She did not want that for Natsu. And she wanted to spare herself the illusion of a love she was not allowed to have. Even if she longed to get closer to him. Her heart hurt at the thought and she could feel the whimpering of her soul. Lucy took a trembling breath and she felt the treacherous burning of unweeping tears in her eyes.

"Are you feeling all right?" A deep voice penetrated her ears and she jerked up, looking to the side. Ignia stood in the corridor, looking at her with a frowned forehead. Like most of the people here, he wore the typical clothes of the country. Pluder pants, fur-trimmed belts. Natsu often wore a vest, which was open. Ignia simply left that out. Countless magical tattoos adorned his skin. She lowered her eyes again to the warriors in the inner courtyard.

"It's all right," she said. She would certainly not cry in front of another dragon. She didn't even cry in front of Natsu.

"Well ... I smell that you're about to cry," Natsus's older brother grumbled and she stiffend convulsively. She somehow didn't like him. There was something intimidating about him and it always seemed like he was treating her like a little child. Or don't take her very seriously. She didn't know why. Silence spread between the two of them. Under no circumstances would she answer him to his last words.

"Do you still want anything from me, Prince Ignia? Or are you just here to make me feel tiny small?" she asked after a while when she couldn't stand this mood. The silence between them was oppressive, heavy. The smell of hot spices and smoke hung in the air. A smell that clearly came from Natsu's brother. She forced herself to look at him and stared with narrowed eyes at this dragon, which towered over her by a good two heads. Which was no wonder. All the dragons loosely towered over her by at least one head. Natsu was no exception. Even Ignias mate was no exception. Even if the slender, beautiful dragon only exceeded her by half a head.

His deep red soul mirrors lay on her and his eyes narrowed as a threatening growl rolled up his throat. His gaze became gloomy, the air between them seemed to charge with magic. Lucy became even more tense, but she didn't step back from him. He was about to say something, as two narrow arms snaked around his shoulders and two long, slender legs around his waist.

"Igy-chan, my darling", Miyuki, Ignias mate had apparently sneaked up on him again and jumped at him from behind. Lucy had already seen that several times that the dragoness liked to do such a thing. She had braided the long pastel pink hair to several narrow braids and finally tied them together to a high pony. Golden pearls and metal rings shimmered in the sunlight. The ruby red eyes shimmered full of love for Ignia. Lucy's lips twitched slightly as she suppressed the laughter that threatened to roll over her lips.

"What is it, woman?" he asked and his features became a little less threatening. It was always amazing how Miyuki worked on Ignia, or generally how a mate worked on her dragon. Because the dragon warriors here were rough, brutal. If you couldn't avoid them fast enough, you would get hurt. But in the face of their own mate, raging dragon warriors became tender, gentle lambs.

"You know you shouldn't get on Lucy's back. Leave her alone or you will sleep on the floor. Or in the barn by the horses, choose it", Miyuki seemed strict while she looked at her husband and Ignia sighed annoyed, put his head to his neck.

"My goodness, you're all annoying. Women," he growled and Miyuki laughed quietly. And then Lucy felt it. A wave of magic rolled through the land. Her eyes widened and her head jerked in the direction of the source. Her heartbeat speeded up, agitation and restlessness filled her senses. The narrow brows contracted. Could that be? Her breathing accelerated, cold shivers crept over her skin. She closed her eyes and concentrated, blinding the squabbling couple next to her out. She hummed a tone, laid her palms flat on the stone of the balustrade and sucked the air around her deep into her lungs. Magic flared up and she checked every presence within a 10 kilometre radius. Sweat beads stepped on her forehead and for a moment she was confused. She knew the people approaching them.

However, she also knew the kind of beings they were riding on. And they had only been bred for war purposes. Her eyes widdend in panic and Lucy stared in that direction. She swallowed. Erza was approaching. She loved her witch sister, but why was she prepared for war? She bit her lower lip and her gaze glided over the training warriors, over the servants doing their job, over a group of children playing with dogs and cats. She didn't know why Erza was moving equipped to war here, because the time had not yet come. But she knew one thing, if she came here with war intentions, then even the strong dragons would not be able to defend themselves against her. She had felt the anger of Erzas.

"Damned, dirty shit ...", she interrupted herself and anger flared up in her. She could not allow anything to happen to these people here and summoned up a light armour.

"Woa what ...", Ignia and Miyuki seemed startled by her sudden action. Lucy cast a floating spell and rose into the air, flew over to the outermost castle wall. Her heart was beating up to her neck. She knew that she was stronger in herself than Erza but in a long run? She stretched her arms to the side and activated a spell that she had woven into the walls while here. A protective barrier that would stop every spell, every curse. Magic filled the air, she felt how the dragons in the inner courtyard had stopped fighting and looked at her. Magic symbols filled the air and the magic of the barrier made it shimmer golden, forming a truly glowing dome over the castle. Wind came up and swirled her long hair. She could already see the army of the southern temple. And then the thundering roar of Erzas behemoth filled the air. The earth trembled, she heard the fearful screams of the children, the panic screams of the horses in the stables. Warriors rushed to the castle wall, armed, ready to fight.

"Who is that, Lucy?" Natsu's voice reached her ears, but she didn't look at him.

"This is Erza from the house of Belserion," she said. Her witch sister's army was now a good half a kilometre outside the gates of the Dragon Castle. With Erza at her head. She could feel the hatred and anger of the other witches and swallowed lightly. Her sister in spirit sat on a behemoth. A mighty creature that exceeded the 30 meter high castle wall by another 20 meters. It had a thick, hard shell of black scales. Sharp claws, which she estimated to be about 5 meters long. Huge fangs shimmered in the sunlight. Erza stood on the head of her war animal. And although this monster had huge, long horns, she didn't drown in her armour. Two horns bent around behemoth's head to protect it, reaching up to his mouth. Four more protruded backward and bent backward in varying lengths.

"GIVE US OUR CHOSEN ONE BACK, YOUR DEFORMED LIZARDS," Erza yelled.

"What the hell ..." Natsu began and blinked. Lucy scrutinized him out of the corner of his eye. She could feel the dragons around her getting angry at this insult. Dragons were proud persons. Warning growls filled the air as the warriors pulled out their weapons. She had no choice but to act.

"ERZA YOU STUPID TOAD! WHAT THE FUCKING HELL?" Lucy yelled back and silence sank over the impending battle. She floated a little higher, put her hands on her hips and looked at her witch sister.

"Lucy", Erza was confused, you could see her when she recognized her beloved witch sister.

"WHAT THE FUCK? DID ALL OF YOU GONE INSANE, OR WHAT?" Lucy yelled angrily. She summoned up a little ball of light and threw it to the bewildered Erza's head. Which didn't even fight back, got the energy ball to her head and fell on her butt.

"But you ...", began the still very confused Erza.

"WE HAVE AN ALLIANCE WITH THE DRAGONS, YOU STUPID IDIOTS! HOW DO YOU PLEASE COME TO THIS ABSOLUT IDIOTIC IDEA, TO MARCH HERE?" she shouted and her voice became louder and louder through magic.

Erza began "Uh...the gods have," but was immediately interrupted by Lucy.

"AH, THE GODS, YES? OFF YOU SADDLE YOUR IDIOTIC MORONS! EVERYONE, OR YOU LEARN TO KNOW ME FROM AN OTHER SIDE," Lucy screamed and magic pulsated around her. With astonishment all the dragon warriors watched as this small but impressive army of witches and magicians saddled off and how little children stared shamefaced on the ground while a raging Lucy floated in the air. Even the behemoth pressed himself to the ground. He had put his huge paws over his head and trembled slightly.

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Natsu just watched the whole thing confused. He had clearly not expected that. Apart from the potential attack of the witches. Nobody had expected that either. But the fact that his mate, who was destined for him, just put the whole pack down and ended it with words was unbelievable. He felt his brother Zeref step beside him.

"And this is the one for you?" he asked quietly and Natsu nodded, looked to the side. His brother seemed amused and his mouth corners twitched slightly.

"Well then have fun, brother," he laughed and Natsu snorted slightly.

"Yes, thank you, asshole," he growled back. He was filled with admiration and awe as he watched Lucy fold the angry witches together. It was as if she was an angry mother who was scolding children's. That's what she looked like. An amused grin covered his lips.

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between hell and heaven - Chapter 9

So, and here we are with a new chapter. Up into Gajevy :3 Let me know, what you think. Actually it's unchecked, so pls bear with my bad english .

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Greets Z

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Chapter 9

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"Neee... Gajeel," she started, but he didn't say a word. Levy pulled the brows together, pouting because he was still silent. All she wanted to know was where they were going. Was that so bad? Apart from the fact that he woke her up this morning and then just put her in clothes and then took her with him, she missed lectures because of him. She sighed slightly. The blue-haired girl had simply been too tired to defend herself or to protest and in the end he had simply shouldered her, taken her bag and carried her to the station. But what could you expect when she had learned, as always, until the early hours of the morning? Levy lowered her eyes to her hands. Her fingers clawed into the leather of her carrier bag. She always had the most important things with her. Lacrimapad, ticket, identity card and documents to write down important things.

"Gajeel? Come on, talk to me. Neee, Gaaajeeeel," she said and her eyes were fixed on the tall, black-haired student sitting opposite her, silently looking out of the side window. He hadn't said a word yet, had almost crossed his arms in front of his chest. Levy sighed quietly and scrutinized her boyfriend a little more closely. They had been together for a few days. And still she hadn't got used to the thought.

His long hair was tied together in a simple braid. He wore a black shirt, black tight jeans and black jumper boots. Sunlight fell on the metal of his piercings and let the red of his soul mirror shine like rubies. She swallowed lightly and redness spread on her cheeks. His clothes could not hide the muscles and strength of his large body. Levy bit her lower lip and swallowed lightly, feeling her heartbeat speed up. Her senses hummed and she took a deep breath. Then she rose, bridged the small distance between her two seats and pushed the left knee between his legs onto the seat, supporting herself with her hands on the cushion behind him. That seemed to wake him up, for his head twitched towards her and he stared at her a little confused. Levy smiled.

"So? Do I slowly get an answer as to where we're going?" she asked and again silence lay over the compartment as the landscape seemed to race past them. A crooked grin spread across his lips and then his arms snaked around her waist and he pulled her onto his lap. Levy squeaked quietly. She hadn't expected it. Gajeel pulled her towards him, buried his left hand in her hair, wrapped her back of the head and before she could say anything, she felt his rough lips on hers. A moaning fled that same one and heat raced through her body. That was definitely not fair! She felt his hands pulling her closer, pulling them towards his steely body. His tongue prodded against her lower lip, slid over it and he asked for admission, which she gladly granted him. She used to find tongue kisses just disgusting. Sharing saliva with another was something she absolutely could not understand. But with Gajeel it was just heavenly. Her tongues entwined each other, fought for dominion.

" Oh, I beg your pardon!"

They were scared to death and Levy stared with wide open eyes at an elderly lady who was closing the eyes of a little boy. There was disapproval in her features and Levy felt burning blush spread to her cheeks. She rose hastily from his lap, or at least tried, because Gajeel's big, warm hands were firmly on her hips. A challenging grin lay on his lips as he looked at the woman.

"Yes, how can we help you?" His voice was rough and deep and sent thousands of small electric shocks over her skin. Levy swallowed lightly and the woman turned lightly red, scolding and dragging the boy with her in search of another compartment. Levy stroked her hair back and then blew up her cheeks, eyes fixed on her boyfriend.

"That was really not necessary, Gajeel!"

He grinned and by the shrug of his shoulders she recognised that he was about to break out into a loud laughter. She pulled her brows together and he could no longer hold on and his voice roared loudly while he laughed from the bottom of his heart. Her corners of her mouth twitched slightly and she also began to giggle, burying her face on his neck as he pulled her closer again.

Minutes passed as they sat there laughing. Minutes they both needed to calm down again. Levy slowly straightened up again and Gajeel grinned at her. The deep red of his soul mirror shimmered amusedly.

"You will see where you are going, dwarf. Just let yourself be surprised," he said, burying his fingers in her hair and pulling them towards him, conquering her lips. She closed her eyes with a smile and enjoyed the kiss. It tasted like metal and cigarettes. Her heart raced as she snuggled up to him and enjoyed his presence.

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Levy let her gaze wander and frowned. They were in Crocus. The station was full of people arriving or departing. The student looked around with big eyes, absorbing everything like a sponge. Stone stairs led from the tracks up to the entrance and exit. Artfully designed railings made of jade marked them off and provided a better hold. Jade columns supported the high ceiling, connecting it in an arch. Lacrim screens were attached to the columns themselves and indicated the arriving and departing trains. Her heartbeat speeded up as she got closer to one of the columns. Fine patterns were carved into the stone. Historical pictures of Crocus' history. Her heartbeat quickened as she stretched out a hand and stroked over the stone following the patterns. An arm lay down on her head.

"Will you come then, or will you examine the column?"

Levy looked up and stared straight into Gajeel's amused gaze, feeling the blush on her cheeks. So he had taken her to Crocus. She took a look at one of the magic clocks and pulled the eyebrows together slightly. It was just nine o'clock in the morning.

"Now do you tell me why you dragged me here?" she asked and frowned, looked at him waiting, but he just grinned, took her hand and then dragged her with him.

"Nope," he said, and Levy felt frustration rise up into her. Could you believe that? She just wanted to know where he wanted to go with her! She sighed frustratedly. And since she knew that he would throw her over his shoulder if she didn't go along on her own, she followed him without comment. The warmth of his hand led her through the crowds and she knew he would take care of her and not leave her unobserved for a moment. Her heart raced and anticipation spread within her. She was curious to know why he had taken her to Crocus.

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With her eyes wide open, she stood in front of the huge building, which had already been constructed a good hundred years ago in high gothic style. Her heart beat fast and almost painfully against her ribs. She could only stand here and stare. She was simply not able to do more. Her eyes glided again and again over the white stone, over the fine structures in the stone walls, gliding over the rose window, which had been majestically and with absolute perfection worked into the front of the Imperial Library of Fiore. Sunlight made the coloured glass shimmer, although the splendid colours would only emerge inside the building. Birds flew shrieking around the narrow and elaborate towers that adorned the roof. Some buildings of her university had also been built in this style, but the imperial library simply topped everything. Levy was so captivated by the sight that she didn't even dare to blink. She had been dreaming about coming here for so long, but had never actually mentioned it to him. And now she stood here. He had brought her here. Warm hands lay themselves on her shoulders and she jerked together.

"Do you only want to stare at her, or do you also go in?" warm breath stroked over her skin and goose bumps spread on her neck and arms. She blinked hectically and turned to Gajeel. He looked down at her, raising a brow, looking at her waiting.

"But ... from where ... why ..." she brought out and her thoughts speaded up. How did he know that she had wanted to see that library? Was he able to read her mind lately? Gajeel's cheeks turned red, he rubbed his neck and looked to the side. Levy's eyes grew bigger. Was he embarrassed?

"You ... mentioned it back then."

"No I never have", she said again. The redness on his cheeks became deeper.

"Yes. When you were drunk. At the party then," he replied and cleared his throat slightly. Her eyes became even bigger. But that was a good year ago! And they had all been drunk. And as far as she could remember, he had even been stoned. He had remembered something like that? Her eyes were now as big as saucers, while she stared at him in complete amazement. Gajeel now looked at her again and had to laugh quietly. Then he cleared his throat again and pointed to the library in her back.

"Do you now finally want to go in, or do you want to take root here," he asked again and she had to grin. As soon as he became gruff, he was a little uncomfortable. She already knew that from him. She approached him, stood on her toes. Her hands clawed into the fabric of his shirt and stretched out towards him. Gajeel automatically bent down to her and they kissed. Levy closed his eyes enjoyingly and deepened the kiss, released herself from him again and smiled at him.

"You know ... that is a really great surprise, Gajeel," she grinned at him and he laughed quietly.

"That wasn't all, Shrimp," he growled, stroked her right cheek and kissed her gently and lovingly. A prickle feeling crawled through her body. Then he released much too early, took her hand and they walked towards the building together. He held one of the two hinged doors open for her. The old hinges creaked deeply and as she stepped into the shadows the smell of old paper and glue reached her nose. She sighed and went deeper into the library, looking around with big eyes.

The ceiling of the nave was a good fifty metres high. White struts connected the columns in a beautiful cross pattern. Sunlight fell through the tall, slender windows and bathed everything in a warm, soft light. Magic lights hung everywhere, illuminating everything with additional light. The entire library extended a good one hundred and fifty metres into the depths.

A deep silence reigned here, interrupted only by the quiet whispers of the other visitors, the rustling of paper and the occasional click of a pen. The side aisles of the library were barely twenty-five metres high and had been divided into six floors connected by slender spiral staircases. High, slender shelves lined up to the ceiling of each floor, filled with books and knowledge. Her heart raced as she looked around and excitement filled her senses. As in the side aisles, there were numerous high bookshelves in the central aisle, but this area was clearly dominated by long, fine wooden tables, matching chairs and Lacrima computers. Levy swallowed hard and her body trembled. Excitement glided through her senses and she walked into the library as if enchanted. A soft red carpet covered the floor and dampened her footsteps. She felt Gajeel's closeness as he wrapped an arm around her, bringing his lips to her ear.

"Around 3 pm I pick you up again, Shrimp", then he pressed a kiss on her temple, detached himself from her and released her into a world of books. She didn't pay any attention to him anymore, she was to fascinated by the sight of the countless books.

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Gajeel left the library grinning, took a deep breath of air and enjoyed the peace for a moment. Then he pulled out his Lacrimapad and checked his mails and other messages that had come in. So Laxus was on SU? Well, then they would do his work too. They would be able to do that. He grinned, shrugged his shoulders and then set off to prepare everything for the rest of the day with Levy. Because today would be a date. He wanted to make every effort, wanted to be romantic. Just for her, mind you. Even if it was absolutely atypical for him.

He pushed his Lacrimapad back into his back pocket and made his way with his hands in his trouser pockets to the restaurant he had chosen. According to the Lacrimanet, it had the best reviews. Crocus was a strange city, as Gajeel found. History and modernity merged, so that both ancient and modern buildings were found. There seemed to be no real structure and the city was always on the move, living and developing rapidly. He ignored the many people who rushed to work, went to school, or just hung around. No one dared to come near him in a silly manner, let alone look at him obliquely. But that was all right with him. That way he had his peace.

He looked around, turned into a side street and stepped out into a wider street at the other end. Cobblestones, as well as numerous small shops, old cafés gave the whole street an older, but cosy flair. Music came from a few shops, birds flew around, danced around each other. The smell of hot, fresh coffee and fresh rolls, baguettes and croissants was in the air. There were only a few guests at this time of day and most shopkeepers were busy preparing everything for coming guests. Gajeel looked around. Here it seemed so damn quiet and peaceful that he relaxed himself. Which was rarely really the case.

However, he had to look where this stupid restaurant was and had actually been of the opinion that it should be here somewhere. He looked around searching and saw an older gentleman putting up a sign. He stepped closer.

"Hello, could ya answer me a question?" he looked down waiting, the old man looked up and slightly flinched back. What Gajeel could quite understand, because he knew he was dark and also looked very grim most of the time. The older man swallowed slightly, was a little pale around his nose, but nodded.

" Y-yes ... n-n-naturally, m-m-my m-mister," he stuttered out. Gajeel grinned.

"Very good. I'm looking for the restaurant 'Black Heart'. Do you have any idea where that is exactly? I actually thought it should be here in this street," he said and looked at the man waiting. This one frowned and blinked.

"Uh ... "

"I want to take my girlfriend out to dinner tonight. So I should definitely know how to get there," he said, shrugging his shoulders. I felt a slight redness on his cheeks. Now the eyes of the older man became bigger. He had clearly not expected something like this.

"Well ... the 'Black Heart' is down the street and then left hand. But ... are you sure? The food there is completely overpriced and the reputation has suffered greatly in recent weeks."

"And why is that?"

"Well ... the best cook has quit and since then ... the quality of the food has dropped," explained the elder and swallowed lightly.

"That ... is impractical. Is there an alternative you can recommend to me," Gajeel asked and crossed his arms in front of his chest. That was discreetly crappy. Good thing he hadn't reserved a table yet.

"There would be the 'Red Heaven'. It's only about three shops from here and is one of the best restaurants in town. They offer southern cuisine there."

"Thank you, old man. Ya helped me a lot", Gajeel grinned broadly.

"Jo Nakajima", a man's voice suddenly penetrated his ears and by the sound alone he could smell the anger. The old man next to him flinched violently and began to tremble. Sweat beads kicked his forehead and Gajeel frowned, turned to the voice and looked at the man. He looked like a classic snob. A sycophant, as he had seen them too often and often enough already beaten up. The black hair he had hairstyled with gel to the back and he wore a white suit. The pink fabric of a shirt flashed from underneath. The man had a greasy grin and a twisted mustache. Behind him were four guys who clearly looked like a bunch of thugs. Gajeel tightened his grip. He felt the tension, could smell the fear in the fresh morning air.

"Norokuma-san," the elderly gentleman next to him said, not just nervous as he had been with him, but rather afraid. And Gajeel didn't like that. He pulled out his Lacrimapad and wrote a message to his guild master.

Gajeel, 09:50: Jo, Master. I'm in Crocus right now. Some guy named Norokuma sneaks around and scares old shopkeepers.

While waiting for an answer, he scrutinized the guys, assessing their strengths and weaknesses. The Lacrimapad in his hand vibrated and announced a new message. He lowered his gaze to this and a broad grin covered his lips.

Master, 09:50: Put him on. Criminal, rank B. 400,000 jewel reward.

"Nakajima-san. I heard some strange things there," the varnish monkey started. Gajeel meanwhile put his Lacrimapad in his pocket, loosened his shoulders. The old man who had helped him, although he obviously made him nervous, seemed scared, but did not back down.

"I ... ", he began, but Gajeel did not want to wait for an argument to come. He let his ankles crack, released his magic, bridged the few metres to this Norokuma and rammed his fist into his face without further ado. At the same time he grabbed him by the collar so that he would not simply fall over and hit him again. The man collapsed backwards by the force of his blows. He grinned while the thugs retreated in shock.

"Jo ... I take your boss with me. Get a good bounty for him. If you make problems, then I tear your ass up to the ears, only that this is clear. Did we understand each other?" he asked and the guys nodded hastily. They were pale as a ghost and he giggled quietly. Then he waved with one hand.

"Then shoo, shoo," he said, giving them permission to run away. None of the four hesistated. They took off, running for their lifes. Gajeel looked after them with a frowned forehead, but still had to grin. Then he pulled out handcuffs, put them on this Norokuma and shouldered him wordlessly. He already wanted to turn away when old, rough hands held him up. He looked to the side, straight into the old man's eyes.

"Thank you."

"Oh, no problem. I am in a legal guild and immediately smelled the anger," Gajeel grinned at the old man. He was still trembling, but you could clearly see his gratitude.

"W-which ... "

"Fairy Tail. I wish you a nice day and thank you for the tip with the restaurant," he said. The man thanked him repeatedly as Gajeel made his way to the next police station. He had only lifted his left hand to say goodbye and walked on.

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"Are you still not finished, Levy?" he asked and looked down at his reading girlfriend who had a book on her lap. Which was three times as thick as her thigh and she was almost through the damn thing. Levy didn't even answer, just humming restlessly. Gajeel sighed annoyed, pulled a chair from the table and dropped on it. He had been waiting a good 2 hours for her to finish. Actually he had wanted to go for a romantic walk in the park, but no. Madame still wanted to read. He took a look at his Lacrimapad. He had reserved the table for 18 o'clock and they had it already 17 o'clock 30.

"Levy ... " he began. She sighed annoyed and raised her eyes.

"What," she asked growling. He raised a brow, grinned and bent forward, put one hand on the pages of the book.

"We leave now. I'm hungry," he said decisively, pulling the book out of her hand, slamming it shut. Then he got up, pulled her up on her feet, and before she could protest, he threw her over his shoulder. Levy gasped in shock, but she didn't protest, because she didn't want to risk being banned from the Imperial Library. He knew that, so he hadn't expected a really big protest. He felt the confused and sometimes horrified looks of the other bookworms, marched past a shocked and an amused librarian, grinned at the two ladies and left the building. Humming, he walked through the streets of Crocus while Levy was still hanging on his shoulder like a bag of potatoes.

"I can walk myself," she informed him after a while and he laughed.

"So that I'll lose you here, or you'll go and leave me? Forget it, Shrimp," he said, turning into this one side street as he did in the morning. But before he left it again, he set her down on the floor. But only so that he could push one arm under her back and one into the hollow of her knees. Cleverly he lifted her up. She screamed in horror and automatically clung to his neck.

"GAJEEL," she screamed and detached herself a bit from him. He laughed out loud, carried her out of the alley and stepped onto the now much more lively street with the old cobblestone pavement.

"Just let yourself be carried, dwarf, and enjoy the view," he said grinning. She blew her cheeks open, but when she let her gaze wander, she couldn't get enough of her sight. He grinned, because he knew exactly that she liked this flair. That she liked such buildings and streets.

Without comment he carried her through the crowds, ignored the glances of passers-by and carried her to Red Heaven.

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The restaurant was an absolute dream. Everything was decorated in the old, rustic style. A live band played music, waiters scurried between the numerous tables and took care of the guests. The smell of delicious food rose into her nose and made her stomach growl loudly and clearly. So far she hadn't even noticed how hungry she was. She had been too busy with her books. Gajeel and she had been taken to a table for two and she felt happier than she had in a long time. She hadn't noticed at first that this was some kind of date today, but now that he had taken her to a restaurant, she had become clearly aware of it. She smiled at Gajeel as they ate their appetizer and enjoyed the relaxed atmosphere.

Suddenly Gajeel growled, pulled out his Lacrimapad and stared angrily at the device. Apologising, he looked at her.

"I just have to take it. It won't take long either", he said and she nodded, smiling. She knew he was a member of Fairy Tail. Probably it had something to do with a job. Anyway, she assumed that and she wouldn't want to consider anything else. Gajeel mumbled another excuse as he rose, answered his lacrimapad and left the restaurant. Levy smiled slightly, skewered a small tomato and shoved it into her mouth, chewed on it. The starter alone was heavenly. Her gaze slid out the window and she saw Gajeel's figure. His broad back.

She wouldn't admit it, but she was worried about what this call might mean. The minutes passed and the waiter brought the main course, seemed clearly confused that her partner was no longer there. She explained to him that he had just been on the lacrimapad and was coming right back. The waiter nodded, but frowned as if doubting her words. Hours seemed to have passed, but then Gajeel came back to her table and let himself fall onto the chair clearly annoyed. Levy picked up the knife and fork and began to cut the turkey breast. The meat was incredibly tender and light.

"Gajeel? Is everything all right?" she asked carefully and dunked the meat in the cream sauce. He sighed and then looked at her, smiling. However, this smile seemed rather tortured.

"After this we have to go back to Magnolia. Although I would much rather have stayed here with you for another two or three days," he noticed and shrugged his shoulders. Levy frowned.

"A job," she asked and bit her lower lip. He nodded. Then he picked up the cutlery.

"But I don't intend to go now. We ate in peace. Don't worry," he said and grinned at her. Levy blinked and felt warmth creeping through her body. Her heart raced and she returned the smile, nodded.

"All right", she agreed with him. Levy wouldn't worry. At least she wouldn't let him know.

[crazyzaika]

Prophecy Unguided - Chapter 2

And here we are. Second chapter. I'm sorry, that it had taken so long. And I really hope, you enjoy it. Let me know what you think.

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Chapter 2

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Pain jerked through her scalp as he tore her hair again, shaking her. The gold shackles weighed heavily on her wrists and ankles and she felt as if the collar was strangling her. Tears stood in her eyes and her throat tightened. She tried to defend herself tried to get away from him, but he shook her again and then pain struck her cheek.

"Don't even think about it, witch", Zancrow laughed meanly and the men around him joined in. And then she felt a wave of magic sloshing across the room. Her heart stopped for a beat, only to return faster. Her gaze fell on a tall, well-trained man. He wore dark red pants held by a black belt on his hips. A gold plate armour enclosed his broad chest, ending just below his pectoral muscles, protecting his vital organs. Leather straps held plate shoulders in place and his feet were stuck in plate boots. Warriors from different clans stared at him in horror as she watched how deep red scales pushed through his skin. Black smoke rose from his nostrils into the air and as his eyes changed into golden dragon eyes, Lucy's eyes widened. She didn't move a millimeter, just stared at him. He was still covered with scratches, mud and dried blood, his clothes were soaked with it and she realized that his actual clothes could hardly have these colors. The candlelight shimmered on his scarred, tanned skin, in his salmon-coloured hair, standing wild in all directions.

And then he set himself in motion. Men and women panicked as he approached and their hearts began to beat faster and faster. She knew this magic, had felt it all these years ago as a child. Her lower lip began to tremble as she saw the determination and anger in his dragon eyes as she noticed his muscles getting harder, more and more scales sliding through his skin as his hands turned into dark red dragon claws. And she knew this was a dragon just making its way to Zancrow and her. Hope sprouted in her and she trembled and breathed. Zancrow paid absolutely no attention to the sudden silence in the gigantic hall and again he shook her lightly and she didn't even notice him swinging again. Her gaze lay on the warrior and she just couldn't turn away from him. Only when she felt the movement in the air as he grabbed Zancrow's wrist did she realize that he had tried to hit her again and Lucy swallowed. The God looked confused from his hand to Natsu and his eyes narrowed. Magic surged around him and icy shivers glided over her back.

"Natsu what's this?" asked the man who had kidnapped her and the one addressed moved closer to Zancrow. They were almost nose to nose and a deep, threatening growl rolled from Natsu's lips.

"Let her go immediately", his voice was deep, distorted and seemed to have a double reverberation. Lucy's little hairs stood up and heat flowed through her body, her heartbeat accelerating even more and she stared at him with her eyes getting bigger. The blonde snorted and pulled up an eyebrow.

"And if not," he asked and she heard the challenge. It was dead silent and probably you could have heard a needle fall. And then it crunched. Zancrow growled in pain and Lucy realized that the Dragon Warrior had apparently crushed his wrist.

"Then I will skin you slowly and painfully. You and your family."

Nobody said a word and then Lucy felt the grip loosen in her hair. The pain subsided and she stumbled slightly forward, stepping backwards away from Zancrow. She didn't want him in her back anymore. Her heart was beating up to her neck and a whiff of fear was waving in her as her gaze wandered from man to man. Suddenly she was grabbed by her upper arms from behind and, before she could react properly, she was pushed behind a wall of broad backs. She blinked and confusion gripped her senses.

"Uh...," she began and then Zancrow's voice sounded again.

"What is your problem, huh? I captured her."

She swallowed and again icy shivers glided over her skin. Just the way he said that, as if she had no rights at all. Lucy bit her lower lip. And then everything went very fast. The loud penetrating roar of a clearly angry dragon echoed through the building. The earth shook and she saw the men standing in front of her tense up. She felt the quake of magic and her eyes widened in horror as she saw black and red flames filling the air. The cries of men and women filled the air. Children began to cry and scream in panic, dogs panicked and ran away. And she realized that these two warriors were fighting.

"Uh...", she began again and tried to step past the men, but was immediately pushed back behind the wall of men by a tall black-haired man with a wild mane.

"Stay right behind us, Bunnygirl," he said and she flinched slightly. Did he just call her a rabbit? Her eyes narrowed and magic surged inside her. Meanwhile her reserves were partly recharged. Then Levy's anxious screaming reached her ears and without hesitation Lucy climbed onto the table. If these guys wouldn't let her pass, she had to look where Levy was. She wanted to protect her friend. Fear reached for her heart. She let her eyes slide and stayed with Natsu and Zancrow for a moment. They fought each other, their bodies burned, flames raged around them. Natsu's skin was covered with red scales, big wings protruding from his back and horns had slid through the salmon pink hair. She stared at him with big eyes. He had been impressive before, but now?

The dragon avoided every blow, kick or fire salvo of the god. When her brown soul mirrors briefly stapled themselves on him, she flinched slightly. His skin had turned deep black, as if it had been burned. His cheeks seemed hollow, emaciated. Long claws were sticking out of his fingers and huge fangs were sticking out of his lower jaw. Pointed, deformed bones protruded from his back. Nausea rose in her as she realized this was a chaos fire god. Anyway, that would explain his appearance.

There was a panic scream reaching her ears and her head flew around. Just like of another dragon. Her gaze flew over the anxious faces as she saw Levy. One of Zancrow's men had grabbed Levy, who fought hard. When he struck, hot rage rushed through Lucy's body.

She clearly had enough that day. At first they were kidnapped by idiotic gods, they had been humiliated, beaten and Lucy clearly had enough. She loved her friends. They helped her, supported her and she didn't want to miss any of them. Her magic flickered and another quake rolled through the room. Lucy's gaze was fixed on Levy. Her magic lay in words and even though she was strong, Lucy knew others from her circle were stronger. The stranger God threw Levy on one of the tables, she saw Levy's panic, she could feel it. When he wanted to reach for the sparse slave clothes she had been forced to wear, Lucy released her magic. White light exploded.

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A tremendous pressure wave raced through the room and time itself seemed to flow more slowly. Magic captivated everyone present in the room, holding women, children and men in place. Natsu twisted his face as he spasmodically turned his head. His heart raced, his muscles tense to tear. When his dragon eyes lay down on his mate, his breath stopped. She seemed to float in the air and shone in a bright golden light. Her hair and clothes swirled around her, even though no real wind swept through the room. And then his gaze fell on golden tendrils that seemed to wind around her head.

"I will not tolerate you continuing to enslave and abuse mine", her words had a double reverberation and were deafeningly loud. She stretched out her hand in a certain direction, pointing to a god who had just tried to attack a narrow little witch. He was ripped into the air, nailed to the wall, and as she bent her spread fingers a little, he screamed in pain.

That seemed like a starting shot for all the witches. Countless women and girls in slave clothes jumped up, tore themselves away from their masters and hurried to his mate. Natsu stared at her in awe and swallowed slightly. Then her gaze turned to Dimaria, who was flinching back slightly. She seemed to be able to move better than the others here under the magical pressure of the magic of this mighty witch.

"And you. You know better than anyone how all this feels. And if you weren't playing another important role against Hades, I would release you from your power here and now. If I ever hear again that a sorrow was inflicted on a witch, then you will learn why I am the chosen one. Is that clear?" she shone brighter in every word and to the horror and astonishment of all, the goddess sank to her knees and bowed her head before the blond witch without any further hesitation. In the meantime, countless witches had gathered at her feet and wept, laughed or worshiped her. Natsu was not stupid. He felt the tremendous power of his mate. She tickled him, lured him and he swallowed again.

She lowered her eyes to the witches at her feet and a warm smile full of love and kindness spread over her lips. Then an insecure voice rose from the praises of the witches.

"Mistress, mercy. Please. I-I...", she bent down to a sobbing witch and Natsu smelled that she was pregnant. Nausea rose in him as he smelled the smell of one of the more brutal gods sticking to her.

Lucy looked down at the witch she had spoken to, sank down to her and gently put her hands around her face.

"Don't be afraid. Tell me your wish", her voice was still full of power, but the witches were not constrained. The witch who had spoken was narrow, had a golden tanned skin, hip-length green shimmering hair and big purple eyes. Tears were stuck on her skin and she put one hand on the bulge of a little baby's stomach. Her lower lip trembled and she shivered all over her body. Lucy could feel her pain and rage was building in her.

"Speak, Bisca. Don't be afraid," Lucy said and wiped away the tears, stroking through the long, silky hair.

"He has... has A-A-Alzack on the day of our connection ceremony..." her voice failed and sobs shook her. Lucy pulled Bisca to herself. Dead silence lay over the hall and nobody dared to make a sound. Everyone knew what had happened to Bisca and any demon, dragon or witch could feel the pain about it. The pain of loss.

"Shhh, nothing can happen to you anymore. Speak, sweet witch child", Lucy's magic twitched around her and as one of the gods dared to flee, a breath of her magic blew through the air, grabbed him and rammed him so hard into the wall that the ancient, robust wood panelling burst under the pressure. A frightened whisper rose in the hall, but fell silent again. Bisca breathed deeply and swallowed easily.

"He... he killed Alzack on the day of our connection. He said... he... he wanted to possess me", more tears ran down her cheeks and pain wavered around her. Natsu's eyes widened and as his gaze wandered through the room, he noticed all those present punishing this one god with disrespectful looks. No one approved of such a thing. No ribbon of the soul should be torn. That was simply something no one dared to do. Something that simply did not deserve to be done.

Lucy put her forehead against Bisca's and pulled her a little tighter. The other witches also came a little closer, as if to comfort the crying Bisca.

"What is your wish, sister?"

"I carry the child of this monster ... I ...please ... I don't want it", she whispered and the air seemed so thick and heavy as if it could be cut. Lucy nodded slightly.

"You know, I can't kill a witch child. But I can change the father's soul. His ancestry," she said, and significant whispers rose from the others present. Magic began to become stronger.

"Do you want that? I can reach for his soul and then this god would no longer be the father of this child, but Alzack will," Lucy said and Bisca stared at her with big eyes. New tears bubbled up in her eyes and then she nodded. A light smile lay on Lucy's lips as she rose. The witches looked up at her in awe. The dragons and demons were not yet sure what to make of it and the gods were full of fear and stank of it.

"We draw a circle. Incense and the Relanthic Ritual," said Lucy, while her skin was still glowing, her power was still pouring out of her. Her gaze glided through the great hall.

"You can watch for all I care, but if you disturb, you get to know me properly. Dimaria. You were once one of us, help us with the ritual," her words were cool, with a threatening undertone that made the warriors swallow. Normally witches did not allow curious eyes at a ritual. That Lucy allowed, demonstrated power. Power over the other races present and power over fate. Natsu briefly looked over to his family, his clan and found that the dragons of his clan looked at his mate with respectful eyes. Dimaria rose immediately from her crouched posture and the other witches rose and began to clear tables and chairs out of the way.

"What do you need," she asked, and again a frightened murmur rose. Which didn't surprise Natsu. Dimaria was an arrogant goddess and hearing that she had been a witch, hearing how she submissively asked a younger witch what she needed really shocked everyone here.

"Incense, sacred chalk. We must draw a circle. An Arenthali," said Lucy and Dimaria bowed and set about the task of getting the said things. Which shocked the people here even more than it did anyway. Lucy joined Bisca again, changing her slave clothes with the waving of her hand into a white, floor-length robe of coarse linen.

And then Dimaria came back with chalk and herbs and the witches began to draw symbols on the last table that stood in the middle of the hall and on the floor. Herbs were burned in fire bowls and the scent of incense, thyme and lavender filled the air. And with every second Natsu could feel the power of magic rising in the air. It was as if it was electrically charged. While the witches were working, they hummed a melody he had never heard before, but he instinctively felt it was full of power. Sweat beads stepped on his forehead. The dragon in him didn't know whether to flee or stay from this mighty power to be with his mate. Natsu had the feeling as if he could not breathe properly.

On a wordless order, the witches began to line up, standing within the circle, which was not yet complete. A narrow, blue-haired witch kneeled with a piece of chalk next to the unfinished outer ring and seemed to be waiting for something. Lucy took Bisca's hand and led her to the table, helped her get on the tabletop, and Biska lay there on the tabletop. Lucy stood behind her head and then the blue-haired witch drew the last line. A shock wave raced through the room, and the witches fell silent. Magic waved through the air, became visible. And then Lucy spread her narrow arms and began to sing a deep, ancient song.

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Lucy sang the spell they needed for this difficult and daunting ritual. The Relanthic Ritual was a ritual of change. One that needed a lot of energy, a lot of power. The witches had stepped into a gigantic ritual circle, which had a diameter of 10 meters. She felt the power of every single witch. Sweat beads stepped on her forehead as she stretched her power and her heartbeat began to beat faster and faster. She felt the souls of those around her and turned her eyes, shimmering golden with power, to Bisca, who had laid herself in the center of the circle. When she saw the breath of Alzack's old soul on her, she was filled with relief. Lucy stretched out her hand to the rest of his soul, stroking along the still existing ribbon of the two loved ones. Because even though Alzack had been killed, the bond of love still existed.

The other witches also joined in the spell, sang the words and more power flowed into the circle. She bent over Bisca and stroked her abdomen. A touch of magic surged and she could see the presence of the actual father surging. That was what she had been waiting for. She grabbed this presence and pulled. Bisca reared up, screaming in pain. And Lucy could understand it. It was a painful procedure. The witches around the table grabbed Bisca and held her as her body instinctively began to resist. This wouldn't hurt her child, not if she was fast enough. She pulled again, ripping the presence of the god out of the child. At the same time, she stroked over the remains of Alzack's soul, pulled his presence down to the child, and within seconds exchanged these two. Sweat streamed down her body and the dress she had given Bisca also stuck to the trembling body of the pregnant witch.

Lucy pulled magic around her, waving the spell faster and tighter. She sensed that she had to close the magic wound quickly. Her limbs hurt. She had maintained her full power for far too long. But she would do this here. So much was certain. She put a blessing on the still unborn child and felt Alzack's presence lay around it. The child accepted it.

"LHEDNAR!" she shouted and a suction like a whirlpool flowed towards Bisca and the child. Lucy watched the wound that had struck by her closing and then she smashed her palms together. The spell ended, the magic dried up. Silence lay over the room, no one spoke a word. Only when Bisca rose very slowly, sweaty, exhausted but with a broad radiance grin on her lips did Lucy let her magic rest. The shimmer that had been lying on her body the whole time ebbed away. The other witches beamed, smiled. Lucy lifted her eyes and met the dragon's one. She didn't know his name yet, but he had helped her. Dimaria cleared her throat. Gods rose and the witches around Lucy immediately seemed more tense again, going into a defensive position.

"I am sorry for what my younger race did to my old one. I forgot what my vote was. I'll make sure it never happens again," said the ashblonde goddess, bowing to Lucy. Whispers rose and a light smile covered her lips. Then the dragons and the demons moved in. A broad-shouldered dragon with long, red hair and a well-made armour of leather and gold bowed slightly to Lucy, who sat next to Bisca on the tabletop.

"Good evening, mistress. You probably don't know me. I am Igneel, king of the fire dragons. It was my son who helped you. Allow us to bring you and yours home," he said and she scrutinized him, her eyes narrowed. Levy approached her, touching her hand.

Lu-chan, the dragons helped us in the old war and this one helped you. But do you think we can trust them? Levy's voice reverberated in her head and Lucy looked at Levy waiting, thinking. The others looked at her waiting. Witches as well as dragons and demons. And she knew the witches would bow to her judgment. They had automatically recognized her for who she was. The role they would take once would be recognized and accepted immediately.

I am honest, I don't know. They didn't necessarily do anything to stop these kidnappings, it seems to me, gave Lucy back and her gaze fixed on Igneel.

"Why are you offering us your help now? Forgive me for not trusting you, but before you did not seem to have done anything to stop these kidnappings. We witches are not known to be the strongest fighters," she said and her eyes became lurking. She had little strength left, but she wouldn't admit it. If she showed weakness now, it would immediately destroy the respect she had gained and she wanted to avoid that at all costs. Igneel lowered his head and she swallowed. Dragons were arrogant creatures. Always very convinced of themselves and that a king bowed to her was something you didn't see every day.

"I am extremely sorry for this circumstance. Until tonight we knew nothing about it. Even if this does not diminish the inactivity", he had raised himself again and threw a glance over to the demons. A tall man in a dark, shaggy armour looked at the whole thing. His lips turned to a grim smile. The candlelight shimmered in the breastplate, in the deep dark hair.

"Gray, see to it that a group of our men accompany the witches back to the temple," he said, and a demon of slender, muscular form detached himself from the group of warriors. He wore black clothes, the black hair fell messy into his eyes, and a reddish sheen shimmered in the deep, dark eyes. Lucy didn't know why, but somehow he looked familiar to her. She was absolutely sure that she had never seen Gray before.

" Of course father."

Lucy pulled her eyebrows together slightly. She wouldn't just leave her sisters to someone she didn't know. That thought did not please her at all. Then her eyes widened in knowledge. Gray. This name! She blinked slightly and she looked a little closer at Gray.

"You wouldn't happen to know Juvia from the Lockser house," she asked and silence spread. She could watch Gray's redness creep into his cheeks and he cleared his throat slightly, looked to the side as his father raised his eyebrows, crossed his arms and then a wicked grin spread across his lips.

"Gray, looks like ya didn't told me something important, could that be?" His words didn't sound particularly enthusiastic, but the gloating grin on his face revealed that Gray would definitely only be allowed to listen to stupid sayings.

"I know Juvia, yes. She's my mate," he grumbled and rubbed his neck uncomfortably. The witches around Lucy giggled and she suppressed a grin.

"All right, I think under these circumstances I can entrust you with the company of my sisters. But rest assured that I will not tolerate should I hear that one of them has not arrived well," she muttered and magic flickered threateningly in her eyes.

"Girl, I like you. By the way, I'm Silver from Fullbuster. Clan leader of the demons of the north and one of the big nine," he said and introduced himself formally. She nodded slightly.

"Lucyanna from Heartfilia," she said politely. Then a threatening rumble rolled through the room and as she turned her gaze to the direction from which that rumble had just come, this one dragon caught her gaze again. He shoved his way through the collection of witches, dragons and demons and stopped in front of Silver.

"She's my mate, Silver. You have Mika," he growled and shivers ran down Lucy's back. Silver laughed slightly, grinned broadly.

"And? We only introduced ourselves. I knew her mother for a change. She comes all after her," he said and Lucy's eyes widened. She stared at the demon with big eyes. He knew her mother? Her heartbeat began to accelerate and she swallowed lightly. She could learn things about her mother! Anxiety surged inside her as she thought about this. Her mother had died shortly after her birth and she had never had the opportunity to get to know her. And yet even after more than 200 years she still felt the loss of it. And then her eyes twitched to the dragon. Wait a minute. Did he just ...?

"I am what?" she asked and her heartbeat accelerated again. Her throat was slightly tied together, the panic crept up in her, and as his gaze staked on her, she could see the devotion and possessive feelings of this dragon towards her in his eyes. It literally took her breath away. And without any hesitation he overcame the few steps that lay between them. A warm, rough hand lay on her left cheek as he bent over her and pressed a kiss on her lips. It was only a short, almost chaste kiss, but Lucy was frozen. She couldn't get a sound out, could only stare at him while desire, devotion and a deep, honest promise lay in his dark, almost black eyes.

"You are the mate chosen by fate for me," he said and she just stared at him.

[crazyzaika]

Love on Detours Chapter 10

Guys. So here we are with Chapter 10.

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It took a while, I know. However, a big block had me firmly under control and then there was stress in my private life. Reallife *shrug*

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At the request of my german readers, I mix this chapter with two of the four pairings. Actually, I was planning to add Miraxus as well, but the two didn't want to do like I wanted. AND after this chapter I will make a time jump with you ;) Let's see what you think about this.

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Chapter 10

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She was incredibly sad. Her heart hurt only at the thought of him, of his behaviour towards her. But she simply couldn't change it. And she did not want to change her behaviour. She loved him, and she couldn't and wouldn't change that. Even if it killed her. Because she knew that he could not hate her. Before it came out how her family relations were, he had liked her, even presumably loved her. He had introduced her to his family. And if his father hadn' t told him that she was the daughter of an Oyabun, they would probably still be a couple. Gray had been so angry four years ago. And he had thrown a lot of insults at her head. But only if she really dared to approach him. Otherwise he had always ignored her, punished her with icy cold.

Juvia straightened up. Tiredness hung in her limbs and she lowered her gaze, looking out the window. Outside it was cloudy, rainy. Matching her mood. Everything seemed so much bleaker since he had told her about a month ago that he had a fiancée. She felt so lifeless, impassive. These words had destroyed so much in her, had ruined her. Another tear ran down her sore skin. She didn't even have to look in the mirror to know what she looked like. She knew that too. Her skin would be red from all the crying and irritation from the tears, her eyes swollen and bloated, stuck with tears. Her skin pale and sickly. She seemed ill and for a good month she had barely made it out of bed two days in a row. Juvia felt headaches throbbing behind her forehead and her throat laced up. Her heart was aching, burning and her body began to tremble.

A muffled knock on her door made her flinch violently, but still her gaze hung on the flowers on her windowsill. Back then, about 5 years ago, Gray had given her a flower for her birthday and she had cared for it all the time. The blue blossoms of the gentian never seemed to want to wither properly and never let themselves be withered. At that time it had only been a single flower. For five years a whole flower box had been growing cheerfully. Juvia bent slightly forward and inhaled the scent of the flowers and a sad smile plucked on her lips.

"Juvia-sama?", Acnologia's voice muffled through the door and sighed softly. Should she answer him? She didn't know. However, she also knew exactly how he would react if he saw her. The otherwise quite polite and mostly emotionless, good house spirit of the family would be angry. He would be furious and she wanted to avoid that. Nevertheless, she slowly rose. The soft fabric of the knee-length nightgown gently played around her skin and the white fabric almost adapted to her pale skin. She slowly opened the door and looked up at the servant of her family, blinking slightly. For a moment he stared at her and she saw the rage flashing in his dark eyes as he took a closer look at her appearance. Then he sighed softly.

"Ojou-sama," he said and sadness resonated in his voice as she looked at him wordlessly and waited. She knew what he was thinking, even without him saying it. She knew what everyone was thinking. Her clan thought she should finally forget Gray. That he was not worthy of her love at all. But she didn't think so and she just couldn't let him go.

"Breakfast is ready, do you want to take it with the others at the table, or in your room?", surprise briefly drove through her body as he did not address the subject, as usual, but simply continued. But she didn't go into it. That wasn't necessary in itself. She lowered her eyes slightly and shrugged her shoulders. She had not spoken for almost a month. Did she want to eat with the others? Did she want to eat at all? Dullness lay over her senses and she blinked slightly, then she braced back to her bed, crawled silently back under the blanket and buried herself in the warmth of the soft fabric. Tiredness spread throughout her body and dragged her down into a deaf, bleak sleep.

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" Morning," he growled and dropped his bag on the bench next to Ultear. She looked up from the book in her hands and smiled coolly at him. Just like always. His cousin wasn't exactly the warmest person, so this reaction didn't really surprise him. Restlessness filled his senses and aggression surged in him. But he couldn't really put the whole thing together, didn't know why he had been permanently irritated for almost a month.

"Wow, still such a sunshine, mhm?" she asked and sarcasm seemed to drip from her words. Gray snorted and clenched his teeth so tightly that his jaw crunched. Icy rage crept up in him and he didn't even really know why. He hadn't been at peace with himself the whole time, had lost his balance. His inner peace and that worms him animalistically. But he also didn't know why and he didn't want to make a fool of anyone or get into a constant argument. Or in fights, but that was exactly the case. Gray let himself fall next to his cousin and drove with his hands irritated through his hair.

"Again so extremely aggro", his brother Lyon's voice penetrated his ears and he raised his gaze to him. A dark growl rolled up his throat. He knew what Lyon was alluding to, but he refused to believe it. It couldn't be Juvia's absence. Since he treated her so coldly, since he had rejected her, he hadn't been so aggressive after all. Cool yes and he admitted that for the last four years he had laughed less than before. It couldn't be because he had told that lie. Nor was it because Juvia hadn't come to university for a month, had it? He pulled his eyebrows so tightly that they were a single stroke. Thinking of their shattered facial expression, his heart contracted painfully for a moment. But the fact was: she was the daughter of criminals. Of scum. His father had said at the time that such a person was not tolerated in his house. He was a policeman and as such avoided scum like the Dragneels. He let his head hang, rubbed his neck and stared at the patterns of the stone slabs.

"Yes, but he won't believe us that this is connected with his nonsensical dislike of someone very special," Ultear said, shrugging her shoulders. She herself didn't mind in the least spending her time with the social scum. Ultear did her thing and sometimes Gray envied her for it. His aunt Ul's daughter wouldn't let herself be pushed around, not even by her own mother. Even though sometimes he didn't quite understand what she found in such criminal scum. On the one hand, he still loved Juvia. That had never changed over that long time. But Gray didn't want to disgrace his family either. Whereby his father had nothing against Meredy, Lyons girlfriend. Sometimes he just didn't understand his father's reasons.

"He just doesn't want to admit it. I know that he even has a secret picture folder of Juvia on his computer and on his cell phone," Lyon said, and Gray literally froze. His heartbeat speeded up and slowly he raised his gaze, staring angrily at his brother. How did he get his data? Apart from that ... why did he tell it around, please? He felt the strong urge to smash the white-haired man's face in. His muscles tightened, but Lyon simply didn't pay him any attention, otherwise he would have noticed that he was staring at him as if he wanted to kill him. His heartbeat quickened more, rage made his blood boil, and the urge to beat Lyon grew stronger with every second. Gray's hands clenched to fists, he grabbed his bag and rose jerkily.

"I'm not in the mood for your bullshit, I'm going home," he rumbled and marched off with stiff steps. He didn't want to harm his family. Why was he so angry?

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Levy sighed as she stared at her cell phone. Juvia's behavior was to tussle hair. Not only was she currently the Dragneel clan's problem child, Lucy also worried and she worried herself. Juvia and Gajeel were friends and each of them watched with growing concern as she sank deeper and deeper into this depression. She barely ate properly, rarely came out of bed for several days in a row, let alone out of her room, and she basically cried all the time. Apart from the fact that she hadn't said a word the whole time. That worried everyone and the only thing that kept the Dragneel clan men from filleting Gray was Juvia's heart that would break even more. She turned to her side and sighed deeply. It was Monday afternoon and she wondered how to make Juvia a little happier again. It was already summer and she had opened the balcony door so some wind could blow through the apartment. The soft ringing of the wind chime that Gajeel had hung up was almost meditative and she closed her eyes for a moment, the smartphone in her hand on her forehead. Maybe they should have a picnic?

For Lucy that would be quite good again. She was mothered by everyone all the time and Levy knew she felt like a glass doll. Because that's how she was treated. Like a raw egg on a battlefield. Levy knew that her best friend was working very hard. She was now in her 13th week of pregnancy and in the meantime you could already see a light belly that wasn't there otherwise. The school did not necessarily react to pregnancies. Makarov was a very tolerant headmaster. However, Levy had encouraged Natsu and Lucy to talk to him on their own. In the end Lucy was allowed to finish the school, but he had taken Natsu to prayer for a long time. Then her cell phone vibrated again and she lifted herself up, stood up and went over to the fridge, took out some cooled Sencha and sat down on the sofa again. She opened Line and scrolled to the end of the group chat, frowning.

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Lucy, 14:45: We clearly have to distract her.

Gajeel, 14:50: Yes, we all know that, Bunnygirl.

Lucy, 14:50: DO NOT CALL ME BUNNYGIRL!

Gajeel, 14:52: Stop crying.

Natsu, 1452: Metal face, if you call Lucy that again, I'll sink you in Tokyo Bay!

Gajeel, 14:53: Of course. Calm down again, Salamander.

Lucy, 14:53: Naaaatssuuuuuu *sniff* Cuddling

Natsu, 14:53: Wait a minute, I'll be right there. Give me a second, okay? Won't be long.

Gajeel, 14:55: HAHAHA, you are such a slipper hero.

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Levy sighed and snorted slightly. Then she started typing. It couldn't be that they couldn't all get it together to calm Juvia down and bring her to other thoughts.

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Levy, 14:57: Guys ... let's please concentrate on the actual topic again. Juvia suffers under Gray and I don't want a friend to break down like she does. Accordingly, I suggest a picnic. This is good for her, then she comes out and Lucy also comes with her. You don't have any right to have a say, Natsu.

Natsu, 14:57: Please what?

Lucy, 14:58: That's a wonderful idea, Levy!

Natsu, 14:59: Honey! I'll be right there, let's discuss it!

Lucy, 14:59: There's nothing to discuss, I'm not a raw egg. I'm just pregnant!

Natsu, 15:00: With ma twins!

Lucy, 15:01: The one I carry, not you. By the way, where are you?

Gajeel, 15:01: As imma say, yer full under the slipper

Natsu, 15:02: Shut up, metal face!

Lucy, 15:03: NATSU DRAGNEEL! IF YOU'RE NOT HERE RIGHT NOW, YOU'RE GONNA GET SOMETHING!

Natsu, 15:04: Almost there, darling. Only a few steps left! Wait, Luuuuceeeee

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Levy sighed and shook her head. She laid her head slightly on her neck. Her friends were sometimes really exhausting, but she loved them all. Despite their strange quirks. The bluenette girl rose from the couch with another sigh, went straight into her bedroom and dug out a big cooler bag and a blanket carrier bag from her closet. Then she went into the kitchen and picked out ingredients.

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Soft sunlight fell through the dense canopy of leaves, the tree under which the small group had settled. The chirping sound of cicadas filled the hot summer air. Everyone seemed to be looser than usual. Only Juvia was sitting in a simple blue dress that reached down to her knees, not saying a word, not even pulling a face. Levy had the impression that Natsu had forced her to come along. And she wouldn't be surprised. Juvia's otherwise soft, shimmering blue curls seemed dull and lackluster, and her deep blue eyes also had a cool emptiness in them. She would never admit it, but Levy was afraid for Juvia. Could she ever make it out of this depression?

She knew what words could do. Her own father had always kept her small until she met Gajeel. Restlessness surged and sorrow surfaced. Had Juvia eaten anything at all? She had not yet touched the sandwich Levy had given her.

"Juvia?," she asked carefully and looked at her waiting. Her heartbeat accelerated as the other bluenette one slowly turned her gaze, looking at her with that empty gaze. Levy smiled uncertainly.

"I hope you like it," she asked and knew perfectly well that Juvia couldn't really answer that question. After all, she hadn't taken a bite yet. For a moment her eyes wandered over to Lucy and Natsu sitting on the other side of the cloak. Natsu had drawn his girlfriend to him. She sat leaning against him on a soft cushion between his legs while he held her plate and fed her all the time. Something the blonde kept complaining about. And Levy knew that was simply because her best friend felt like she was being fattened. Because not only Natsu fed her constantly. Everyone stuffed food into Lucy's mouth all the time. And even now Lucy had to force Natsu not to put something in her mouth all the time so that she wouldn't fall off his meat. Levy turned her attention from the quietly squabbling couple back to Juvia. She stared at the paper plate on her lap. Then she looked back at Levy and nodded. The corners of her mouth twitched slightly, the beginning of a smile. Levy's heart made a jump. That alone was a rare reaction from her. And yet Levy was careful, she didn't want to frighten Juvia, didn't want her to retreat back into her cold, impenetrable shell of sadness and silence.

Because even if it was only the twitching of her mouth corners, it was a fact that it had been the hint of a smile. And that was progress in the right direction, as the bluenette found. Juvia slowly took a tiny bite, and for a few seconds Levy saw the touch of a glimmer in her blue eyes. Since Gray's harsh words, they seemed empty and desolate, like two endlessly deep tunnels of blue. But now a tiny spark of life had shimmered in them. Levy's heartbeat accelerated and she beamed at Juvia as she continued to eat. The others didn't hide it either, but nobody said anything. They secretly kept an eye on Juvia for fear that she would stop immediately when she realized she was being watched. A warm summer breeze came up and plucked her blue hair. She immediately seemed more alive. Then Juvia handed Levy her paper plate and Levy looked at her questioningly. The breath of an invitation was in her eyes and Levy's eyes widened.

"W-would you like some more?" she asked cautiously and to the delight of the others, Juvia nodded after a short hesitation. Levy beamed at her friend and immediately nodded enthusiastically.

"Of course, Juvs. Another sandwich or some sushi?" she looked at her waiting and Juvia pointed at the sandwiches with a lowered gaze and shimmering pink cheeks. Levy immediately put two on her plate and handed it back to her. Then Gajeel leaned forward. He had leaned against the tree all the time behind Levy.

"You see, it's slowly getting better again, Shrimp", he hummed softly into her ear and Levy nodded slightly. Juvia ate little and only in small bites, but slowly a touch of colour seemed to come into her pale cheeks again. And that made her incredibly happy.

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"See you tomorrow", Levy beamed a big smile at the others. Gajeel looked as grim as ever while carrying the cooler and the carrier bag with the second blanket. Lucy smiled while Natsu had an arm wrapped around her waist. Juvia stood next to the two, but said nothing. She indicated a slight bow.

"Yes, see you tomorrow, Levy. Come home well and write if you're home okay," concern shimmered in Lucy's chocolate brown eyes and Levy nodded, grinned broadly.

"Don't worry, nothing will happen to us," she replied. Then they got on their socks and left the Dragneels' property. The air was a bit humid, it was still hot and the chirping of the cicadas filled the evening air. Music came muffled from some houses and in the distance you could hear the sounds of trains and cars.

"Do you think she can do it," Levy asked and worry lay in her features, her posture and her voice. Gajeel sighed deeply. Slowly it annoyed him. He knew that Juvia felt like shit, but he knew that she was stronger than that and got back on her feet. Of course it would take time to get over Gray, but she would make it. He knew that.

"Will be, believe me. She'll be fine," he returned and Levy looked up at him as he gave her a smirking grin. Redness spread in her cheeks and she giggled, then she nodded approvingly.

"Yes, I think so, too. And she still has her family," she agreed. Then Gajeel pushed himself in her way, bent down to her and kissed her. She leaned towards him, returned the kiss and heat crept through her body. His scent rose into her nose, filled her senses and both slowly separated again.

"And you have my old man and me, don't forget that," he said and his voice was deeper. The smile on her lips widened and she kissed him again as a consenting hum left her lips.

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Juvia knew everyone was worried. And she understood it too. But she still needed some distance. It just couldn't be any other way. She couldn't pretend that she didn't care any more. That didn't work like that. She simply loved Gray too much for that. Natsu and Lucy had already gone inside and she pulled the brows together as she walked through the long corridors. The dark wood and the paneled walls were as always well maintained, shimmering softly in the light of the lamps. She stepped into the entrance area and to the telephone desk, writing down a short note that she was taking a little walk to clear her head. Then she slipped into her wedge heel sandals and left the property. Both Acnologia and his foster son Zeref would notice that she had left a message. Probably the latter rather than Acnologia, because she knew that Zeref was always keeping an eye on her. If she ever left the house. She followed the narrow side streets, listening to the chirping of crickets and cicadas, the muffled music, the laughter of families. Like a hushed shadow she walked almost silently through the poorly lit streets. But she had absolutely no fear. No one here would hurt her. They all knew her too well as a daughter of the Dragneel clan. Even though she had been adopted all these years ago.

She didn't have her phone with her, but she wouldn't have really paid attention to the time and so she just kept wandering around. She stepped into the light of a lantern and her gaze glided over the entrance of a smaller park. She didn't know how long she had been walking around, but she was less familiar with the area. Her gaze glided over a wide square. Moths danced in the lantern light and then grunting noises, dull moaning and the sounds of blows penetrated her ears. Confusion gripped her senses. She knew these kinds of noises and knew there was a fight going on.

A touch of curiosity surged inside her and her heartbeat accelerated slightly. The sand crunched quietly under her soles as she walked further into the park. She saw a modern toilet house, saw park benches and then she saw darkly dressed figures fighting each other.

Her eyes widened as she recognized who was messing with a group of thugs. Her heartbeat speeded up and fear painfully hit the claws in her stomach. She saw him skilfully dodging, handing out and seldom taking a blow. Time on Fairy Tail had made him harder.

She swallowed, felt a thick lump in her throat and again tears came to her eyes. Deep dark anger paired with an intense, concentrated look lay on his face. Blood was stuck on his right cheek because of a laceration and his lip was chapped. She saw in the dim light of the lanterns the blood on his hands, saw his injured ankles. Her heartbeat accelerated as he took a kick in the side. She heard the deep, painful grunt and her vision blurred. Her heart felt like it was made of shattered glass. She could barely breathe so much it hurt.

I shouldn't be here, she thought, swallowed and wanted to turn away when she saw something flashing. Her eyes widened and her body reacted all by itself. She sprinted to the beating adults and threw herself before Gray's unprotected back. The smacking sound of flesh and blood filled the air and pain roared in her body. Her vision blurred and as the attacker pulled out the knife she growled and struck. An animalistic screech came loose from her lips as she moved on to attack. Her instincts ordered her to protect him, defend him and eliminate any enemy who stood in her way. Roaring, hot rage roared through her body, burning with adrenaline through her veins. She jumped on the stranger and beat him up. Then she turned away from the unconscious one and turned to the next enemy. Even as she stood up and turned around, her vision blurred for a few seconds and Gray's horrified cry reached her ears. Everything began to spin and she blinked slightly.

Someone grabbed her by her upper arms and as she felt pain and warm wetness, she blinked violently, looking down. Blood colored the long blue dress continuously red and slowly she felt the pain through the adrenaline. Gray held her upright on her arms and for a moment stared only at the wound on her stomach. Then she slumped down.

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Gray whirled around, one of those stupid idiots in the mangle, saw blue hair, a long blue dress. His eyes widened and he simply beat the guy unconscious, dropped him. The others started the retreat and he didn't quite know why, perceived it only marginally. He saw her go at one of the guys angrily like a fury, beating him into unconsciousness. His heartbeat speeded up and as she swirled around looking for her next opponent, his eyes widened in shock. Not because of her murderous facial expression, but because his gaze was magically drawn to the ever-increasing bloodstain.

"JUVIA", her name left his lips without him being able to prevent it and he passed the few meters. He saw her wobble slightly and grabbed her by the arms, holding her as she realized she had a wound. His heart pounded painfully loudly against his ribs and icy anxiety surged inside him as she collapsed. She had acted in adrenaline.

"No ... Ju ... oh fuck," he cursed, bringing out only vague words while his thoughts rested. Where was the nearest hospital? He went down on his knees slightly, shoved one hand under her knees and lifted her up skilfully. She weighed almost nothing. He swallowed and his panicked gaze flew across the side streets that bordered the park entrance. He didn't have a mobile phone with him and didn't take any money either. So he couldn't call a taxi, let alone call an ambulance. Gray gritted his teeth firmly together, tightened his grip around Juvias narrow figure and set himself in motion. He had been an asshole, he knew that, but he wouldn't let her die like that. And with this thought, he started running.

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His body hurt, sweat stuck to his skin, his breathing was panting and although Juvia clearly weighed too little, it seemed to him that she was getting heavier with every step. Sweat was burning in his eyes as he came half jogging half stumbling through the automatic sliding doors of the hospital. He looked around hectically. His clothes were soaked with her blood and the panic crushed him. The roar of his heart drowned out the bustle of some nurses and a few doctors and other patients in the entrance area. But even if he had noticed these other people, he would not have really paid attention to them.

"HELP! FAST! SHE NEEDS A DOCTOR NOW," he roared like a madman. For a moment, time seemed to stand still. He felt the eyes of the strangers on him, felt the immediate silence, but his behavior and appearance, desperate, sweaty and bloody, set some of the nurses in motion immediately. A few seconds later, two emergency doctors came running up with a couch and helped him to gently place Juvia on it. He was pushed aside while Juvia was taken away and a doctor examined him, asked him questions, but he didn't listened to any of them. His gaze was fixed on the door behind which the doctors and nurses with Juvia had disappeared. Everything around him turned slightly, but he ignored the swindle. Dull, he heard someone talking to him, but his gaze was fixed on the door. Then a violent pain struck his cheek and his head flew to the side. He stared with big eyes at a doctor.

"I'm sorry, but you were too fixed and barely responsive. What is your name, how do you feel?", the doctor was smaller than him, but scrutinized him with a firm gaze, examining and conscientious. He blinked violently and swallowed, felt the burning in his throat.

"I ... Gray Fullbuster," he then said, "my name is Gray Fullbuster."

"Mr. Fullbuster, please sit down."

"No," he shook his head slightly and swayed slightly, but looked back at the door.

"It wasn't a request," the sound in her voice pulled his eyes back on her, and Gray saw the slender doctor's hard, stern gaze in front of him and swallowing lightly. Cold shivers crept up his back and he let her push him to a seating group. He examined her a little more closely. She had cyan hair, deep blue eyes and her skin was quite pale. The wide white gown and the sky blue doctor's clothes did not hide her female figure, though. His eyes briefly scurried to the name tag on her clothes. Dr. Aquarius Star. Then his eyes turned back to hers.

"So ... ", she began and pulled out a pen, made a note, " You' re Gray Fullbuster. Age?

"19," he said and rubbed his chest. He felt an unpleasant pulling in his heart and knew it was because Juvia was hurt. It was all his fault. His lips pressed into a tight line.

"And the young woman you brought us?"

"Juv-Juvia Dragneel, 18 years old," he said and his voice seemed shakier than it should. His hands clenched into fists and his gaze fell on the linoleum floor.

"Mhm ...," she grumbled and when he raised his gaze, he saw her eagerly writing down what he said.

"You wouldn't happen to know the phone number of her family?"

"I-I ...," he began and swallowed. Dr. Star looked at him with a waiting, cool look. Gray drove his trembling fingers through his hair, spreading some slowly dried blood on his face. He felt the exhaustion in his bones.

"I do ..." he said and did not dare to look at her. His gaze fell on his shoes and he gave her the number and address of Juvia's family. They would kill him. He somehow hoped so. He didn't deserve anything else. Feelings of guilt literally crushed him and pain pervaded his heart with every beat that it did. He was to blame for this accident. The doctor said she would send him a nurse to treat his wounds, but he didn't hear it. Then she rose to inform the family. She already felt sorry for Gray because she had also asked how it had happened and he had said it was his fault. She didn't necessarily believe that, but she recognized feelings of guilt when she saw them and he seemed to be literally crushed by his. Still, she clearly had more important things to do than look after a young adult. Sighing, she leaned against the reception desk and grabbed the phone without even looking at the sister in charge. Her eyebrows shrunk slightly as she typed in the number. It only rang twice when her call was answered.

"Dragneel."

"Good evening, this is Dr Star from Komazawa Hospital. Does a Juvia Dragneel live with you?" she asked, and there was a moment of silence.

"BOSS!", Aquarius held the phone a bit away from her ear as the stranger who had taken the call yelled for someone. And then it wasn't long before she heard the rustle of cloth at the other end and someone called again. Apparently the stranger had passed on the phone.

"Yes?"

"Good evening, this is Dr. Star from Komazawa Hospital. Does a Juvia Dragneel live with you?" she asked again and felt impatience rising inside her. She wasn't exactly the most patient person.

"Yes, she is my daughter."

"Ah, all right. I'm sorry to have to tell you, but she was brought in a few minutes ago. My colleagues have already started treatment. When can-"

"We're coming," Mr. Dragneel interrupted her with a deep growl and hung up. The only thing she could hear from the receiver was the sound of a broken connection and her eyes narrowed. She growled quietly and hung up. The nurse behind the reception area moved back a little.

"Rude pack," she growled and started to move again to take care of Juvia as well.

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Hours seemed to have passed while Gray was sitting here. He had refused any treatment and could not be forced. His senses were numb, and when he had agreed to wash his hands and face, he had been allowed to wait in front of the room where Juvia had been placed. She was connected to machines that controlled her heartbeat and breathing. Gray didn't even notice that his hands were still shaking and whenever he stared at his now clean hands, he could still see her blood on them.

Steps resounded, reverberating quietly on the linoleum floor. He swallowed lightly and cautiously raised his gaze, staring at the angry face of Natsu Dragneel, her brother. A thick lump formed in his throat and his hands began to tremble even more. Pain burned through his chest and he barely managed to breathe properly.

"What.happened?" his voice was full of suppressed anger as Natsu choked those words out. Gray took a trembling breath. She seemed so fragile as she lay in that big bed and his heart seemed to break. He had never wanted to hurt her so badly. He had only wanted her to stay away from him. Gray had tried to protect her from his father's hatred, had lied about his feelings and had pretended something to everyone. He had also wanted to fulfill his father's expectations, but something like that happened that he hadn't wanted.

"I-I-I ...J-Juv- ...s-she ..." he stuttered and his voice broke away. Uncryed tears were burning in his eyes and his whole body was tense as his hands dug into his dark hair and clung to it. He should have prevented this.

"I-I... I'm sorry," hot tears rolled down his cheeks and dripped to the floor, his body began to tremble. He didn't know what to say to make it better. Everything he did was wrong. Then someone grabbed him by the collar, he was pulled to his feet and pain raced through his chin. Someone then rammed him against the wall in his back. Natsu's normally dark green eyes looked deep black with rage as he pressed Gray against the wall.

"Yes, it's your fault because all you're doing is hurting her. It would be better if you didn't exist at all. And believe me, the only reason you're still alive is that Juvia loves you too much, asshole," he growled.

"Natsu", a soft voice reached both their ears and when Gray slowly released the gaze and looked in that direction, there was a girl standing there. She was incredibly beautiful. She had hip-length, golden blonde hair, chocolate brown big eyes over high, majestic cheekbones, framed by a dense fine eyelash wreath, a pale, honey-gold skin, a female figure others only dreamed of. Even the simple, pink strap dress didn't change anything and didn't like to hide her beauty. But in his eyes she could hardly take on Juvia. Not even now. She seemed to be radiant while standing in the electric ceiling light. Natsu let Gray go immediately and hurried to her side. His knees gave way and he let himself slide down the wall, his hands still trembled and then further steps sounded. Without looking up, he knew the Dragneel clan had arrived. Gray looked up and a doctor came down the aisle, holding a clipboard and a coffee in the other. He looked tired, but most doctors looked tired in that department. While sipping the coffee, he read the papers he had in his hand. He stopped at Juvia's room, looked up, blinked and stared at the many people for a moment. And then Igneel Dragneel stormed towards the poor doctor.

"WHAT IS WITH MY DAUGHTER?" he yelled and before the frightened doctor could escape, the Oyabun of the Dragneel clan grabbed him by the collar. He stood well over the man's head and it was easy for him to lift him up and shake him. Gray stared stunned at the scene. Anger seemed to come out of him in waves. Anger and concern for his daughter lying in that room. Unconscious and connected to machines. Gray again lowered his guilty gaze to the ground, pulling his legs to his upper body. He wanted to sit here until she woke up so he could ask her forgiveness. No matter whether it killed him or not.

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Prophecy unguided  Chapter 1

Yes I know, I haven't finished the other things yet, but this is going to be short, so I thought I'd come around the corner, give a sign of life from me and see how the idea goes down.

Well then. Chapter 1. Tell me what you think.

Content: Lucy is a sacred witch. Already since her birth this very special prophecy exists. A fight she has to win and an enemy she has to defeat. But then fate intervenes and overturns all plans.

Rating: M

Genre: Romance, Drama, Violence, War

Pairings: NaLu(mainly), Hints on: Gajevy, Gruvia, Jerza, Bixanna, Annalogia

Have fun ♥

Greetings Z ♥

Chapter 1

Magic filled the air, letting her senses humming. Lucy sat up high in an empty temple hall. Frankincense and lavender filled the air, joined with her magic. Countless candles stood in the room, filled the air with their gentle scent, warming the room. She wore nothing but a white, floor-length robe. Coarsely woven fabric of linen. The long blond hair she wore open. She breathed deeply, felt the plucking of magic, felt the power of the ley lines. She stretched her mind and further impressions filled her senses. She could hear the soft scraping of the insects in the ground, heard worms eating their way through the earth. The tickle of the air on her skin as someone at the other end of the temple walked through the wide portal. Sweat beads stepped on her forehead as she stretched her mind even further.

Quiet voices reached her ears, the whispering of mice, the croaking of ravens. Then she heard the laughter of the people in the village, which was about 100 kilometres away. Her heartbeat quickened and she sank deeper into herself not to lose control. Smells reached her nose. The stench of alcohol, the smell of fatty fried meat, the seductive smell of fresh bread and fresh fruit and vegetables. The crying of children, the laughter of men and women. People who argued, laughed together or enjoyed each other. Slight heat rose into her cheeks, but Lucy concentrated a little more, expanded her senses further, stretched them further, extending her magic. Her body trembled under the strain of maintaining control, strengthening and expanding her magical abilities. Her heartbeat quickened under the physical strain. Sweat lay on her skin and her breathing increased, but she refused to stop.

This was so incredibly important. She had to be strong. Because if she wasn't, if she didn't take her task, her mission seriously, then they would be doomed. She knew that and without enough magic, without control she would be nothing. And so she stretched her senses even further, pushing herself to the limits of her physical strain. She woven magic into it and when she opened her inner gaze, it seemed as if she was looking down on the land. Infinite fields, small villages, big cities, magnificent, wide forests stretched into the horizon. Fine, luminous lines of pure, white magic permeated the land. She hummed a spell, the light around her sank and tiny dots flared up everywhere. Some stronger or weaker. They all had a different presence and she knew these were the people she had to protect. These were the people she would protect from destruction. That is what she was born for. A smile plucked at her lips and then an unknown smell entered her nose. Confusion gripped her senses and as she turned in that direction she felt a pull. Her heart made a bounce, began to beat faster than it already had, and then she raced across fields, forests, cities, until her journey suddenly ended abruptly.

A mighty magic filled the air, stretched out towards her. Confused, she pulled her eyebrows together, floated closer, wanted to pursue it. It felt as if someone was calling for her. As if she came home. And without knowing why, tears came to her eyes. She heard a deep, rough voice that dug deep into her heart, her soul. Her breath faltered, her throat tied together and she swallowed slightly.

Lucyanna.

She opened her eyes and slammed the back of her head on hard stone. Her breathing was hectic, almost panicking, and she felt her body twitching, cramping. The coarse linen stuck to her body like a second skin and her hair stuck to her head. She blinked hectically as she tried to stand up, but didn't really make it. Her body protested painfully, her arms trembled with exhaust. Then she felt the grip of strong hands that helped her up. She swallowed slightly, felt how dry her throat was and breathed in trembling. Her vision was clouded and her eyes were burning. Tears ran down her cheeks. Only vaguely did she hear someone call her name and slowly her senses returned. She blinked hectically again and she took Erza who was kneeling before her on the floor. She was also the one who called her name.

"Lucy ... are you all right? Jesus, you scared us", her voice was still unclear and dull, but Lucy finally understood what Erza said. Or rather screamed at her. She forced a smile on her lips although every muscle in her body protested. A rough, unfriendly throat rang out and as Lucy raised her eyes to the side, her eyes met those of her teachers. Grandmaster Makarov and the high witch Porlyusica. Both were about 500 years old. With time Makarov had become smaller, his once blonde hair had turned white and apart from the wild, unruly hair on his sides, his skull was bald. He wore a white, floor-length robe and a coat lined with fur, which made clear his high standing in the witch community. Porlyusica, on the other hand, was still tall and slender. Age seemed to have done little harm to her beauty. Her long hair was still a strong pink and only a few wrinkles indicated her old age. She wore a long dark blue dress, its hems lined with elaborate protective runes. A black belt on her hip held several bags in place and the candlelight made a delicate gold chain shimmer in her hair. But while Makarov's gaze seemed worried, her master's ruby eyes were angry and cold.

"Child! How many times have we told you not to go beyond your physical limits? Your body is still too young! You are still too young", that the older witch was angry, one clearly noticed to her. Her voice was louder than usual, anger swelling in her eyes and magic wafting around her. Lucy swallowed and gritted her teeth. Feelings of guilt surged inside her and she lowered her gaze. She just wanted to get stronger! She had to be strong, had to train to increase her strength.

"Porly, you know how she is," Makarov turned and a dark growl rolled from the witch's lips. She snorted.

"She is only 8 years old! She has a few years left. It's not like she doesn't do this every day. And I also acknowledge her willingness to learn and her determination, but it is no good to anyone if she overtakes herself and dies because of it. Erza, Juvia, Levy. Bring this stubborn brat into her room and force her to eat and rest if necessary. No more training for today. Is that clear?", the voice of the pinquette was unyielding and demanded absolute obedience. Lucy knew that she would not tolerate any contradiction and a rule break would be out of the question. She knew that, even if she would have preferred to continue. But she knew her limits and probably she would not even be able to get on her feet alone and without help. Accordingly she would do the devil and contradict her teacher or train behind her back. No matter how restless she felt herself.

"Yes ma'am", said the girls in the choir, ready to follow the very clear order. Silence descended across the room.

"Lucyanna Leila from Heartfilia! Do you understand me?"

She raised her eyes and blinked again, then nodded and felt the exhaustion and tiredness spread through her. She swallowed slightly. She didn't want to anger her master. Because she was the only one she still had. The only person who came closest to a mother. Sadness surged up in her, but she pushed these feelings and the dark thoughts away from her and nodded.

"Yes, ma'am”, the young girl said dutifully and smiled. Her friends helped her on her feet, as ordered, and Porlyusica dismissed the girls with a wave of her hand. Together they wandered through endless corridors, illuminated by magical flames, burning in large stone bowls and providing just enough light to find their way. Erza had put her left arm over her shoulder and Juvia her right arm over her shoulder and Lucy felt how much they supported her. Her knees felt like pudding and the young witch knew that she couldn't have taken a step without her friends. Levy followed the three and kept casting worried looks at Lucy. She also knew why. She knew that everyone here was worried about her, but she just couldn't help herself. How could she not? She didn't want humanity to be at the mercy of a murderous god. Not if it was her job to stop it. Not if she had the abilities.

The steps of the girls on the stone floor and Lucy's wheezing breath were the only sound that filled the air. Although the way to their chamber wasn't particularly far, it seemed to take an eternity for them to arrive right there. Guilt spread through the narrow blonde as Erza and Juvia helped her onto the bed, smiling but slightly sweaty. She bit her lower lip and felt the tingling of tears in her eyes. Her lower lip began to tremble and Lucy pulled her shoulders up.

"I-i-i'm sorry" she brought up falteringly and the other three stared at her with big eyes. They hadn't expected that. Lucy sniffed quietly and then the first tears rolled down her cheeks. Her body began to tremble.

"I-i-i a-am s-s-such a ... a burden", her words were only half understandable by the sniffing and her insecurity let her stutter. Fear and shame filled her senses and she didn't even dare to look into the eyes of her friends. Then many arms snaked around her and by the swing she was thrown backwards on the bed. Blue and red hair were in her field of vision while her friends hugged her.

"Lu-chan, we love you anyway, you fool," Levy said with tears in her brown eyes smiling with a trembling lower lip. Erza and Juvia also had tears in their eyes and nodded eagerly. Lucy sniffed harder and really started to cry, but returned the hug, which turned into a group snuggle. The girls lay tightly embraced in the bed, which was actually much too small for that.

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"Nat-nii", the tender voice of his sister reached his ears and he turned towards her, pulled up both eyebrows, while a little girl with dark blue hair stumbled towards him. She was just four years old and reached barely to his knees. She wore a light blue dress that reached down to her knees and was fastened around her neck with a gold chain. She was barefoot and the soft clapping of skin on cool rock echoed from the walls. A broad grin spread on his lips and the light of the torches shimmered on his canines.

"Wendy", he squatted down to be at eye level with her. She beamed at him and embraced him clumsily. A deep laugh rumbled through his chest as he put his arms around the narrow body of his little sister. He was a good 130 years older than Wendy, but that didn't bother either of them. His big brothers Zeref and Ignia were 200 and 350 years older than him. And if he wasn't completely wrong, then his father Igneel was about 870 and his mother Grandeeney about 800 years old. But he never thought much about numbers, so he did not know that with absolute certainty. Wendy was the youngest and still a hatchling. She was so sweet, so innocent and always seemed quite clumsy. And even Zeref and Ignia, who were both rather coarse and often rather grim, became gentle with Wendy. No one could knock off her big chocolate brown eyes. He detached himself from her again, grinned at her broadly and fluffed through her blue hair.

"And, how was your day today?

"Igni-nii and Ze-nii played with me," she said and beamed at him with big eyes. The grin on his lips grew wide. Probably they had trained magic with her and made it look like a game. Because he could hardly imagine a real game. He knew that his brothers wanted to educate her to become a strong dragon. His parents hadn't said anything about it yet, especially since they had done the same to him and Natsu hadn't really been harmed so far.

"It was more training", the deep voice of his brother Ignia penetrated his ears and Natsu raised his eyes, the grin on his lips didn't go away for a second. He nodded slightly, as he had already thought. Wendy's quiet yawning attracted his attention and he pulled her in, wrapped an arm around her and rose with her, sat her on his hip. The little girl instinctively held on to him and leaned against him, a soft purr rolling up her throat as his body heat enveloped her. Natsu stroked her narrow neck, gently massaging the muscles before turning his gaze back to his eldest brother. He was one head taller than himself, had wild blonde hair tamed back in light curls. The ash-blonde hair shimmered slightly in the flames. His hair tips, however, were of a deep red. As if someone had dipped his hair in blood. Like Natsu, he had tanned skin. His features were hard, clear-cut and angular. Blood red cool eyes lay over high cheekbones, framed by thick blonde eyelashes and isolated strands framed his face, reaching down to his chin. Ignia wore simple harem pants because of the weather, held by a wide red belt. In addition he had put on a fur, on which the family crest was imprinted. You could tell from his well-trained body that he trained a lot, that he was experienced in fighting.  Countless black lines covered the hard muscles of his body, ritual symbols and signs of her clan.

"And how far are you?"

"She's not bad for her age, but she clearly needs a lot of Magic Enhancing Units," Ignia shrugged his shoulders slightly, "but she's much more eager to learn and capable than you ever were."

This last tip against Natsu was typical of Ignia. He was the oldest, but Natsu could almost be called Igneel's favourite son. At least that's how it usually came across. Even if Ignia was actually the heir. A soft rumble rolled Natsu's throat up and for a short moment his pupils turned into narrow slits and golden streaks flickered in the deep green soul mirrors. Hot rage crept up in him, his body getting hotter.

"You threatened to throw me into a volcano if I didn't learn to fly," he rumbled. Ignia was almost bored when he pulled up a blond eyebrow. Then his lips turned to a mean grin. It was as if the air was getting thicker, as if someone was charging it with electricity. Both brothers were tense and even Wendy felt the restlessness between them.

"What can I say? Pink hair doesn't fit into this family", the light of the torches shimmered on Ignia's longer fangs. He had a tendency to let his dragon out more often. Something that had only weakened in the last hundred years.

"My hair is salmon colored and they are like that because Mom has white hair and Dad has red hair," growled Natsu and black smoke fled from his nostrils, rising to the ceiling. Ignia wanted to say something in return, narrow arms snaked around the broad chest and stroked almost tenderly over the visible skin. It was as if someone would just let the thick air out between them. A quiet giggle danced through the air and then a narrow woman stepped out of the shade into the light of the torches. She was pale, almost corpse pale and two heads smaller than Ignia himself. She had long hair of pale pink color reaching down to her knees. She seemed tender and fragile next to him, and the delicate green fabric of the dress that enclosed her figure only reinforced the impression. Deep lines stretched across every visible part of her skin, leaving only her face free. It looked as if flames were licking over her skin. And that was exactly what it represented. She leaned against Ignia and smiled at him. Only the strength in her deep, red eyes clearly said that she was more than just a tender little woman.

"Be sweet, darling," she kissed his left pectoral muscle, then looked at Natsu.

"I'm sorry he's such a nasty guy. I'm already working on it," she giggled and a deep growl rolled over his brother's lips. Natsu laughed quietly and waved his left hand as he held Wendy with his right arm.

"Husch leave already. I don't want to bother you any more," he said and Miyuki wobbled her eyebrows with a grin. Ignias gaze became darker with every second that his mate didn't give him attention. He wrapped one arm around her waist and shouldered her without further ado, gave her a strong slap on the ass, turned around and then disappeared, following the long corridor. Miyuki laughed quietly and waved at Natsu. She seemed extremely relaxed for having to appease an annoyed, grumpy Ignia again. But so it was among mates. He would never intentionally hurt her and she knew that.

Natsu looked down at his little sister, who was clearly struggling not to fall asleep on his arm. Her eyelids hung at half-mast, her eyes almost closed, and she clung to the simple black linen shirt he was wearing. He set himself in motion and put his sister to bed. His footsteps reverberated from the high stone walls and they came on a wider corridor. On the left side, large windowless frames had been installed and the cool night air greeted them. Soft moonlight illuminated the hallway and put a silvery shimmer on the large stones and the rough wood of the doors. He opened one of them, stepped into the large room, walked straight up to a wide child's bed and gently bedded Wendy in the soft furs, covering her with another. She blinked tiredly and snuggled up. The quiet mazing of a cat reached his ears and Natsu lowered his gaze. A delicate white kitten grazed his legs. His lips turned to a wide grin and he lifted the tender creature up and put it on the furs so Carla could get to Wendy. Then he rose and smiled down at his sister, while her cat pushed herself under the furs and snuggled up without hesitation. He turned away, left his sister's room on quiet soles and stepped back into the moonlit hallway.

Suddenly he felt a touch of magic, of foreign magic. His body was tense and his eyes widened. A fine, sweet scent entered his nose and he felt his very own dragon magic coming out. His heartbeat speeded up, hammering wildly against his ribs. His gaze turned to the wide starry sky above him, his nostrils stretched wide and his throat tightened. He clasped the stone parapet, not even noticing how his fingers deformed into dragon claws and dug fine grooves into the rock. His eyes had transformed and he felt this unfamiliar magic approaching. It smelled airy, tender and pure. He could feel everything in him calling to welcome this magic. Mine. The dragon in him instinctively wanted to possess what approached him and Natsu agreed with his inner dragon.

"Lucyanna," he growled. A name he couldn't know, but instinctively he knew that was her name. And then, as if someone had broken a mirror, the magic had disappeared, vanishing as quickly as smoke in the wind. A deep rumble rolled up his throat and a juicy curse lay on his lips.

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200 years later

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"Lucy," Levy's panicked cry reached their ears as they stormed into the main hall. Lucy whirled around, her eyes wide open, her breathing hectic. She clasped an athame and fear surged inside her. Men invaded the sacred prayer hall. A malicious laughter echoed from the high walls. She stepped back a few steps. She was exhausted, had trained. She blinked violently as incense and sweat burned in her eyes, her breathing speeding up. She didn't know who these men were. They wore armor of fur and leather, had long wild hair and were armed to the teeth. Each equipped with a one-and-a-half, a one-handed and a long battle dagger. She sensed the magic that was coming from them and tried to weave protective spells, but she was simply too exhausted, she noticed it immediately. Her magic reared up, but she only made sparks.

Fear raged through her veins as a man with long, shaggy, blond hair approached. He wore less fur than most of them. His clothes were red and black and looked like a tunic. His right arm and chest were exposed and a crest stood out from his pale skin. Her eyes widened, flying to his. Magic swelled inside them, coloring them in a deep, glowing red and she raised the Athame trembling. Which elicited a gloating laugh from him. Black flames licked on his skin and fear laced Lucy's throat. She whirled around and ran off as fast as her wobbly legs could carry her. She knew exactly what he was. He belonged to the clan of the gods. A brutal bunch and she also knew why they were here. So far they had always avoided this temple, but in the last 200 years, it had happened more often that there had been attacks by gods on witches. And she was not ready to be made a slave. While she tried to escape from the hall in her gathered linen dress, her limbs hurt from exhaustion, her heart raced as if she were running a marathon.

And yet she was too slow. Everything seemed to work against her when she felt a big, coarse hand digging into her hair and pulling her back violently. Pain shot through her scalp, tears rose to her eyes.

"Well well, where are we going?", goose bumps spread on her skin at the sound of his voice and fear stretched out his poisonous claws to her heart and mind. She clasped his wrists to relieve the pain on her scalp. Her muscles were aching and trembling with every movement, tears burning in her eyes and clouding her vision. The smell of ashes, blood and burnt flesh rose to her nose. Nausea rose in her. She gave out an unwilling growl as he sniffed at her and tried to detach himself from him, tried to kick after him, but he held her firmly. And then she felt him wrap a strong arm around her waist, let go of her hair and he just threw her over his shoulder.

"I like you, it will be fun to break your will, witch," he growled and a mean laugh escaped his lips. Lucy wriggled in his grip and panic threatened to overwhelm her. She didn't want to be around him a second longer. And yet she couldn't get out of his firm grip. She hit his back, but more than a painful blow to her butt and rough laughter didn't bring it. Tears ran down her cheeks. She couldn't use her magic because she had been overdone. In general, however, Lucy was not someone who was physically very strong. She was a witch. Magic was her thing. He set himself in motion and some of the men followed him.

"Lucy," Levy's panic-stricken and painful voice reached her ears and she hectically searched for her best friend. Juvia and Erza were not here, were currently in another temple. Only Levy and four other witches had been here. The rough laughter of men penetrated her ears again, and she trembled and breathed as he carried her away through the corridors. She wanted to see Levy.

"Please, do nothing to her," she brought out and her voice trembled, wavered. Then he stopped and for a moment silence lay over the men. Her heart raced.

"Lord?

"For all I care, it can't hurt to have another slave," the blonde growled and two men nodded and started moving, disappeared back into the now desecrated prayer hall to fetch Levy. That was what Lucy hoped. She held her breath, her heart pounding almost painfully fast against her ribs, while she stared with weeping eyes wide open in the direction in which the men had disappeared. And then she heard the footsteps. She bit her lower lip as they carried a narrow witch. Her clothes were torn and she had scratches everywhere and her pale skin began to turn blue. Tears flowed down her cheeks and pain and anger spread into Lucy. They had hurt Levy. They would pay for that. Levy's brown eyes found hers and she saw the fear in them. Lucy gave her a trembling smile to encourage her.

"So, all this and happy? Good," growled the god, who carried her around like a sack of potatoes and they started to move again.

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The hall was warm and the sweat of men, women and children, the smell of greasy meat, fresh bread, excrement and the smell of wine and mead almost overloaded his nose. Natsu slightly twisted his lips, pulled his brows together. Laughter and voices intertwined to a hum and the noise was almost too much for his sensitive dragon ears. The rhythmic music of the musicians, who played, lay over everything. The dull rumbling of the drums, the whistling of the bagpipes and the hurdy-gurdy. And this celebration almost annoyed him. But only almost. The atmosphere after a battle was always boisterous. So also this one here.

He let his gaze glide over the numerous men and women in leather, fur and metal, but nobody really attracted his attention. For him they were like a sea of warm bodies. Nothing more. Natsu followed his father, his brothers and cousins. They had all fought together, had defeated a mighty enemy and the smell of blood, ashes and death was still subliminal in the air. They searched for a suitable place and Natsu hoped that they would avoid the demons. He really didn't want to hear any stupid remarks from Gray today. They headed for a wide table that was almost completely free, a clear sign that it had been set free for the dragons. They all sat down and a high, full voice was heard.

"Ah, our beloved dragons. Welcome. Nice that you still came," Natsus looked at a beautiful blonde with short hair. Velvety golden skin, ash blonde wild curls, golden eyes. She had a dreamlike body, slender, female curves, full breasts. The armor she wore shimmered in the numerous candles of the hall, underlining her body. She smiled broadly and Natsu suppressed a yawn. His muscles were tense, tired and he knew he wouldn't stay long. In itself he was here only at the request of his father.

"Dimaria, good you have survived the battle", Igneel rose again, pulled the goddess briefly into a friendly embrace, which she replied. A malicious laughter penetrated Natsus' ears and a fine, pure scent entered his nose. His nostrils widened and his heart stopped for a moment. His gaze searched and found, stapling itself on a beautiful figure. Zancrow dragged a narrow little blonde in slave's clothes with him, his right hand firmly dug into her golden strands. Tears stood in the deep brown eyes. It was as if time stood still and he dared not to breathe. He didn't notice how he rose, didn't notice how a deep, warning rumble rolled up his throat and left his lips. His gaze was directed at this tender, feminine figure. Her velvety skin was scarred and bruised. A heavy gold collar had been put around her neck and her breasts almost poured out of the red top, which just as concealed the most important parts. Artful patterns of gold lined the dark fabric and she wore pluder trousers of transparent red fabric hemmed into a heavy gold border. Her wrists and ankles were also bound with heavy gold shackles.

His heartbeat speeded up, his pupils contracted into long narrow slits, and the gold of his dragon eyes stepped out, displacing the deep forest green. Zancrow laughed and as she tried to detach herself from him, he shook her and punched her in the face. The men around him laughed maliciously. Anger burned up in Natsu, scales stepped through his skin and his fingers deformed into long, deadly claws. The dragon pushed to the surface and it was as if boiling lava was burning through his veins. Magic rolled in waves from him through the room and dark, deep rage burned in his eyes.

"Mine", he rumbled in a deep, inhuman voice and set himself in motion.

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Love on Detours - Chapter 9

Hey guys. And we're up to the next chapter. I hope you like it, let me know what you think. Still unchecked.

Greets Z

Chapter 9

Natsu sighed and drove through his salom hair and stepped out of his room, closing the door behind him. Juvia had finally stopped crying. He had comforted her all night long. Since she had been home again, she had been crying like a castle dog and mentally he broke Gray's neck. How could this scumbag dare to deal with his sister like that? Juvia was a friendly and loving person. She wasn't the vicious monster Gray wanted to see, because she was kept out of the family business like Wendy.

But that this stupid stripper actually dared to dump the handmade cookies over her, that he dared to make her down, to humiliate her. The urge to go out and make real shit was strong, almost overwhelming. But he wasn't allowed to go out and kill him. On the one side Juvia would never forgive him and on the other side Lucy was still there. His Luce, who was pregnant from him. She had told him that she had a check. Today to be exact and he wanted to be there.

He yawned, stretched slightly and made his way to the kitchen. He needed a cup of coffee now. Otherwise he would probably fall asleep in the practice in front of Porlyusica and that was definitely not the intention. Because even if they were related, the old woman would not hesitate to pull the fur over his ears if she felt that he was disrespectful to Lucy. In the kitchen he met Weißlogia and Acnologia.

"Ah, Ouji-sama, I wish you a good morning," said Acnologia and stirred in the pan. He was standing at the stove, making breakfast, and according to the smell it was scrambled eggs. Natsu's stomach rumbled loudly and clearly and briefly there was silence. Weißlogia drank a sip of coffee, said nothing about it. Natsu felt redness on his cheeks and cleared his throat softly.

" Morning," he replied and rubbed his neck. Then he walked over to the cupboard to take a cup.

"How's Juvia-sama?"

"She's finally asleep."

"And Lucy-sama?"

"She's still here, but she took care that I helped Juvia through the night," Natsu replied and took a cup out of the closet.

"Shall we skin Gray?"

"Or fillet him?"

"Uh... no, don't."

"We can also cut him very slowly into slices."

"How about we cut him everywhere, give him adrenaline, pour salt water over his body, and then let some goats loose on him?"

Natsu saw from the cooking Acnologia to the coffee drinking Weißlogia. He sighed and stepped to the coffee machine. He urgently needed caffeine. Right now!

"I still think we should skin him."

"And where do you want to put the skin?

"We'll send them to his parents."

"Yes, of course, so that they can get on us too, right?"

" Guys ... ", Natsu began and felt as it began to thump behind his forehead. He had absolutely no nerve for these quarrels. Not early in the morning and certainly not without a cup of coffee.

"We ..."

"Shut up both of you," Natsu cried and took a sip of the hot, black liquid, leaned against the sideboard and closed his eyes. The bitter drink flowed pleasantly hot down his throat and he sighed softly.

"Ah ... caffeine," he whispered and smiled enjoying. Both men looked at him wordlessly, but before one of them could say anything, a lively Lucy stepped into the kitchen. His heartbeat speeded up.

"Good morning", she lit up all three men and Natsu pulled his brows together. It wasn't that he wasn't happy to see her. It was rather that he was a morning grouch and she was just in a disgustingly good mood.

"Why are you already in such a good mood? It's early in the morning," he grumbled, pulling his eyebrows together slightly. Lucy beamed at him broadly, came closer and wrapped her arms around his belly. Natsu grinned, feeling redness on his cheeks. She looked up at him.

"But there's an ultrasound examination today," she said, and the chocolate brown of her eyes glowed. His lips automatically turned to a grin and he wrapped an arm around her.

"Let me finish the coffee first, then we can go, okay?"

"Okay," she said, standing on her toes. Natsu bent down to her, buried a hand in her soft blonde hair and kissed her timidly, almost shyly. His heartbeat raced and his whole body seemed to tingle.

Buzzing, Lucy sat next to him, obviously excited. Natsu tried to stay absolutely calm. If he freaked out now, it wouldn't do them any good. Hysteria was absolutely out of place and yet he felt a deep fear in his bones. Yes, Natsu Dragneel was afraid. He was scared shitless because he became a father.

Can I even be a good father? he thought and his gaze wandered through the waiting room. Pregnant women and not pregnant women sat around and some looked at him either curiously or with obvious disgust. Lucy was sitting next to him, holding his hand, and that was probably something that was indicator enough that he had knocked her up even though you couldn't see anything yet. But why else would he sit next to his girlfriend as a guy and hold her hand? Especially when she stroked her lower abdomen next to him again and again. But it was still flat.

They look at me as if they wanted to kill me ... damn it ... if they cut me in four if I say something wrong or get up or something like that, he asked himself and swallowed slightly, pulled the brows together. He breathed deeply and loosened his shoulders a little. They had put on extra normal clothes. It would be even worse if they sat here in school uniform. Natsu was sure he would have been beheaded if he had come through that door. He had absolutely no desire to, if he was honest. He scratched the back of his head and pulled his lips, but said nothing else.

"Miss Lucy Heartfilia and Mister Natsu Dragneel please, consulting room 4," the nurse called them both up and as Lucy jumped up and pulled him with her, he felt the mourning, accusing looks of all the women in the room. As if he had raped Lucy or something. But he didn't say anything, just followed his girl in the right direction. He had never been here before and somehow it was strange. But well, he was a guy, what was he doing at the gynaecologist?

They followed a bright hallway to the treatment room. Lucy knocked and a voice asked her to come in. His heartbeat raced and beads of sweat gathered on his forehead. His hands became sweaty with nervousness. But even when she noticed it, Lucy simply dragged him on mercilessly. And the fear in him grew. His heartbeat speeded up. He had hardly had to take any responsibility for anything so far. Sure, he would protect Lucy with his life if it mattered. But there were twins he would raise with her. For whom he was responsible. For whom he had to be a father, a role model!

"Ah, Lucy and the stupid brat", the growling voice of Porlyusica welcomed him and he stared at the elderly lady. He forced himself to a broad grin, but still stood stiff as a stick in the room. Lucy blinked slightly, looking at Natsu waiting.

"Natsu?"

"Uh... "

"Would you please close the door behind you, boy?" The voice of his relatives reached his ears and pulled him out of his rigor. Hastily he closed the door behind him and rubbed his neck nervously. Lucy frowned.

"Well then, Lucy. We're doing an ultrasound," Porlyusica said, and Natsus's eyes grew a little bigger as Lucy obediently nodded. She then followed her doctor behind the room divider.

"Don't you want to watch?" asked his great-aunt 4th grade there and he swallowed lightly. His body started to move. His heartbeat was booming in his ears and all the sounds seemed to be blurred as he slid beside Lucy. She was sitting in a strange chair he had never seen before and had already pushed the soft sweater up under her lush chest and also pushed the waistband of the black leggings down so that her stomach and abdomen were exposed. She beamed at him and stretched out a hand towards him.

Natsu followed the wordless invitation, grabbed her hand and clung to it. Lucy giggled and smiled at him. Porlyusica just snorted at his behavior, applied gel and turned on the ultrasound. She began to circle over Lucy's abdomen with a device. Natsu stared at the black and white screen with his eyes wide open. That would be the first time he would see his children. Sweat beads dripped from his temples. His children. His heartbeat speeded up further and he felt his whole body begin to tremble.

He had never been afraid of anything before. Well, his mother was frightening as shit, but he knew she would never do anything serious to him. She loved him too much for that. No matter how often she cursed and threatened murder, torture and pain. And then he saw the slowly forming fetuses. His eyes widened more. He heard nothing, perceived absolutely nothing. His heart stopped, his breath stopped. Those were his children there. His twins. Warm humidity ran over his cheeks and then he felt Lucy pull his hand. Slowly, as if in a trance, he lowered his gaze to her and she shone at him, grinning broadly.

"Natsu ... we become parents", she laughed quietly and he blinked. His knees became soft and he took a hasty breath, bent over Lucy and kissed her stormy, pulling her into his arms. His heart raced, butterflies threw a party in his stomach. They became parents. His Luce would give him two children.

"Well, there seems to be absolutely nothing wrong with these two. We'll see each other again in a month. I'll print you the picture."

He only noticed the voice of his great-aunt on the edge, broke away from Lucy, who stroked his cheeks.

"You don't have to cry because of it", her words were quiet and Natsu blinked confused. He ... cried? Confused he stroked over his cheeks and stared at the tears on his fingers. A quiet laugh dissolved in him and he pulled Lucy again into a firm embrace, burying the face in her hair. His heart raced, beating painfully fast against his ribs and he felt as if he could move mountains.

"I love you, Luce. I love you so much", he whispered. She laughed quietly, stroking his hair. He stroked his lips across her throat, kissed her soft, fragrant skin and elicited a beautiful sigh from her. He detached himself a little from her, bent over her and kissed her again, buried his fingers in her blond, velvety hair.

"Did you know this is a treatment room," Porlyusica's stern voice tore them apart. Redness burned on his cheeks and he swallowed slightly, but grinned his typical grin.

"Sorry, aunt," he said, laughing slightly nervously. She snorted, twisted her eyes and handed Lucy a wet cloth to wipe the gel off. Natsu felt his whole body tingling and his heart racing. It was a strange feeling and he swallowed. He couldn't explain why he felt like that. Darkly he remembered that he had felt that way when he met Lucy and redness spread to his cheeks.

"Luce ...", he began and she looked at him waiting.

"Yes?

"Somehow ... I feel funny," he confessed, as she got off the examination chair, straightening her clothes. She pulled her brows together, looked at him waiting.

"In what way?"

"Somehow ... my heart doesn't want to calm down and ... it's tingling everywhere," he confessed and his aunt's laughter reached his ears. The redness on his cheeks became deeper. Heat burned on his cheeks.

"Why are you laughing?"

"You are in love you idiot. But don't worry, I guess you've fallen in love with your children. Happens more often here," Porlyusica said and shrugged her shoulders. Natsu raised his eyebrows. So ... had he always loved Lucy? Was she serious? Lucy giggled and he felt her putting her hand on his cheek, turning his gaze towards her. Her chocolate brown eyes glowed, amber colors shimmered with love.

"Come, let's go home, my darling," she said and he nodded without a word. His heartbeat quickened again and he felt as if he could embrace the whole world. He became a father! Suddenly the whole thing didn't seem so frightening anymore.

[crazyzaika]

Love on Detours - Chapter 8

And we are in the next chapter. At first I have to say, that in the first part are some creepy things which could trigger you. Torture and child abuse. I mark it, so if you don't want to read it, pls just don't. And to all wo love Lisanna, this isn't a 'Shame-on-Lisanna'-FF. Yes I don't like her, because I think she isn't needed in FT, but in this ff she is broken and a bit insane. But it would explained why. Like everytime, let my know what you think. And still not checked.

Greets Z

Chapter 8

Anger filled her senses, raged inside her and crawled like burning lava through her veins. Her body trembled, was tense and it felt as if she was constantly under electric power. Her heart raced and she gritted her teeth so tightly that they grinded and her jaw had become tense in the meantime. He was together with her. With her. That slut! Lisanna had lowered her eyes to the tatami mats in her room as she felt the burning in her eyes. Her throat tightened and pain burned in her heart. She felt abysmal hatred. Hate for Lucy. How could she do that? How could she dare to be knocked up by Natsu? He was not to blame, which in her opinion only hit Lucy, that disgusting, abnormal woman. Her heartbeat was racing, blood was rushing in her ears and she took a step toward her dresser. She looked up and her vision blurred as she looked at the pictures standing on it. They were family photos.

Her gaze glided over the smiling faces of her siblings, the cool, almost emotionless faces of her parents. And then her gaze fell on an old photograph where she stood next to her cousin Lucy. They both wore a white dress and smiled into the camera. Hot fiery anger surged in her, she passed the bare meter and rammed her fist unchecked into the picture. Glass splintered, pain twitched through her skin as the splinters dug into her skin, but she didn't even feel it all. She took the picture and threw it on the floor, stepping on it again and again with her foot.

Her breathing went wheezing, rattling. Tears came into her eyes, veiled her vision and distorted everything. But she couldn't stop stepping on that picture. She wanted to kill her, put her fingers around Lucy's slender, pale neck and squeeze until she heard the crack of her neck. She wanted to feel her cousin's blood running over her hands, she wanted to feel her dying by her hand. An insane, cruel smile distorted her lips, and as tears ran down her cheeks, a crazy giggle broke from her lips.

"This is not appropriate."

She flinched as if she had been beaten, pulled up the gaze from the picture and swirled around her room with a searching look. But there was only her bed, the desk, the closet and her commode. She blinked and stared searchingly, a tremor seized her senses. She knew this voice. It was her mother's voice. Her nostrils widened and then she swallowed lightly, trying to get rid of the lump in her throat. Her heart was still burning, her soul screamed and waved bleeding and squirming on the floor. And it was as if she could hear her mother's voice again.

"You will never be as beautiful as Lucy. Your behaviour is not appropriate for a lady of the house Strauss. How many times do I have to tell you that?"

Her breathing accelerated and she moved away from the destroyed picture and her dresser, fleeing into a corner of her room over to her bed. Fear crept up into her, clutching her stomach with ice-cold claws, and she felt nausea surge inside her. She knew she wasn't here. She would never set foot in that temple. And yet she heard her mother's voice.

Lisanna swallowed in panic, crawled further into the corner of the room, pulled her legs close to her body and felt that she could no longer breathe. Hot tears were still dripping from her cheeks. Her body trembled and her heart pounded in panic, hurting with every beat and she felt the pull of memories. The dark, disgusting maelstrom of events she never wanted to experience again, that she had repressed.

"You are unworthy!"

The words were like poison. Poison that devoured her thoughts, her soul and destroyed her. She whimpered and pressed her hands to her ears. A malicious laughter penetrated her ears. Laughter that actually could not be real. Because that woman was not here. She did not want to. Lisanna wanted to fight, but the pull of her own memories was too strong. A whimper fled from her lips before these memories sloshed over her, overwhelming her.

AN: And know comes the ugly side of this ff. Or more one of the reason, why Lisanna is broken in soul and mind. So the torture and abuse stuff I told you on the beginning. I'm marking this, because you don't have to read it, if you would not.

"Lisanna!" Her father's cold and stern voice cut the cool air and she flinched, cautiously raising her gaze. And she met dark, black eyes. She swallowed easily as she smiled cautiously.

"What did I tell you? You shouldn't grin at me so stupidly, disgusting scum!" her father rebuked her, overcame the distance to her and pain twitched through her face when he hit her. Her head flew aside and tears formed in her eyes as her trembling hand raised to her reddening cheek. Her lower lip trembled, but she knew that if she started crying now it would only make things worse. Fear seized her heart and she felt the trembling of her knees. She heard the sharp click of his tongue and raised her gaze again. Timidly. The hate and disgust in his dark eyes made her flinch. His lips warped contemptuously.

"Why can't you be like Lucy? She is a true image of noble descent. But no, you have to be like that," his voice dripped with blatant disgust. Icy cold reached for her senses and carefully she took a step back.

"Where is your answer, ungrateful brat?"

"I ... i i i i'm s-s-s-sorr-sorry...", she brought out stuttering and her voice was thin, trembling.

"What are you sorry for?"

"T-that ... t-that i-i'm n-n-not l-l-like L-Lucy, f-father," she just stuttered the answer and then felt another hit. Pain struck her skull. She whimpered up and wanted to retreat, but a big hand reached for her left upper arm, grabbed her and dragged her relentlessly. She whimpered again and the grip strengthened.

"P-Papa ..." she whimpered and tears ran down her cheeks. She was dragged along so fast that her short legs didn't come along and she stumbled, but he didn't give her time to get up, just dragged her along. Her vision was blurred and bottomless fear made her narrow body tremble. She was afraid because she knew what he would do. A world of pain awaited her. Her throat tightened and she wheezed chopped off panicked and couldn't breathe. And then she was thrown into a dark room. Pain jerked through her body as she hit the cold stone floor. Air was pressed out of her lungs and she whimpered again. Tears streamed down her cheeks and she lifted herself up, looking around trembling. Fear made her heart race, she took a rattling breath. And then she was grabbed by a big, coarse man's hand in her neck. She whimpered and lost the floor under her feet, felt someone grab her arms and the next moment she felt cold metal on her wrists. Pain flashed through her shoulders as she was let go and her body weight hung on her arms. She was too small and couldn't touch the floor, looked around in panic, but it was too dark. She couldn't see anything. And then she felt someone cut her clothes. Hearing the tearing of fabric and fear made her really freeze. Her eyes were wide open in panic and she dared not to breathe. She felt the cold air on her pale, tender child skin, heard the creaking of leather. She heard a hiss and then a burning, hot pain shot over her back. Lisanna screamed.

She felt the burning on her back as if she had been punished today for things she could not influence. Things she just couldn't change. Her fingernails dug into her scalp as she shivered between her pillows and her rumpled duvet. The memory burned like acid in her body. She whimpered as hot tears ran down her cheeks, bouncing back and forth.

At that time she had tried everything, had let her hair grow, had even dyed it blond. She had worn brown contact lenses, dressed like Lucy, talked like her and moved like her. Until Lucy told her she thought it was strange and creepy and didn't want her to copy it from her. Lucy had cried because she didn't want to be replaced had angered her parents and Lucy's and this had led to further punishments from her parents. Punishments that she did not endure physically in the long run.

It had been her grandfather who had taken Lisanna in. He had saved her and taken her in. Her brother and sister had already stayed with him before, because they were older and went to schools nearby. But Lisanna had been too young and everyone had said that she should stay with her parents. That this was a mistake only turned out later. Hours passed during which the high school student sat crying on her bed. At some point the exhaustion won and she finally fell asleep.

Juvia hummed quietly as she baked cookies. She wanted to give it to someone very special and her heart raced with excitement when she thought only of him. A gentle smile lay on her lips and a happy gleam lay in her eyes. He was unique, smart, sexy and strong. Gray Fullbuster. Son of a police officer and a state prosecutor. He went to her university and attended the same courses as her.

The ringing of the clock in the oven ripped her out of her mind and she flinched slightly, then opened the glazed door, pulled out the tin with a glove, on which steaming cookies were lying, and laid it down on the marble worktop so the tin could cool out. Then she pranced through the kitchen, turned off the oven, and picked out the colorful icing she wanted to use to decorate the cookies. A soft, happy smile lay on her lips.

"Jo, Nee-chan", Natsu came yawning into the kitchen. Juvia raised her eyes and smiled at her younger brother. He yawned heartily, scratched the back of his head and rubbed his belly. He wore only boxer shorts and Juvia clicked her tongue. She thought he shouldn't walk around like that. That just wasn't right. He could also get sick. But he just grinned broadly and laughed quietly. She didn't even have to say anything and he knew what she meant. Then he sniffed and a glow stepped into his dark eyes as he approached.

"Ah! Not for you, Natsu," Juvia exclaimed protestingly before he could even say anything and pulled a kitchen knife against him. Natsu raised his hands defensively, but still had to grin.

"Wow ... Nee-chan. Calm down. For Gray, that troll, right?"

"Don't call him that," she growled and pulled her brows together.

"Does he actually notice what he has in you?"

His words made her swallow and she bit her lower lip. She put the knife aside and turned her eyes away.

"So no ... "

"Natsu I ... "

"Nee-chan. Listen. I see how in love you are, okay? And I know him. He was at my school after all, even if I don't understand why, because he's supposed to have sooo good grades. He is not good for you. He ignores you since the first year of high school. Since he knows that you come from a yakuza family, he treats you cool and pejorative," Natsu said and looked down on his older sister, who was one head smaller than him. She bit her lower lip and he saw the treacherous shimmer in her eyes. He felt her tense under his hands, how cramped she was and knew she was suffering. She suffered more than she should. She deserved a happy future, but she only wanted it with Gray, who had rejected her several times. Natsu smiled sadly, wrapped one arm around Juvia and pulled her to him, stroking with his fingers through the soft blue hair.

And that was enough to break her dams. Her shoulders began to tremble and he felt the tears running down his chest as she cried silently, clinging to him. Natsu wasn't particularly good at comforting. Juvia sniffed and her heart hurt, burning, while the tears wouldn't stop flowing. She couldn't stop while tears ran down her cheeks and snot from her nose. She clung to the warm body of her brother, who always felt 6° warmer than everyone else. A thick lump was stuck in her throat and she could barely breathe.

At some point she managed to detacht herself from him, still sniffing. Natsu laughed quietly, then got her a kitchen roll so she could wipe her nose and tears while he freed himself from snot and tears. Juvia smiled weakly at her brother.

"I'm actually the big sister. I should comfort you and the other way round," she said in a scratchy voice. Natsu just grinned, fluffed through her long hair and left the kitchen laughing. She smiled, then turned back to her cookies, decorated them, wrapped them carefully. Then she put them in her bag, washed her face, put on some makeup and then left her parents' house.

She still wouldn't give up. Not because it might have been difficult between Gray and her. She had never fallen in love so much as with him and just wouldn't let him go. Because she knew he wasn't so cold. Before he knew what her family circumstances were like, they had even been on a date. He had been incredibly friendly and courteous towards her. However, she had made the mistake of introducing herself to his parents with her real name. Of course, his father had immediately known who he had in front of him and had complimented Juvia out. The next day at school, Gray had ignored her and when she asked, he had made it clear to her that he wanted nothing more to do with her. With a criminal. She had assured him that she was not a criminal and that her family was not as bad as they seemed. The whole thing was 4 years ago now and she was still circling him. She hadn't really paid much attention to the way, knew it by heart and waited until the bus, which would take her to her university, arrived.

She got on the bus, showed her ticket and sat down on a window seat, looked out dreamily without really seeing anything. Her thoughts were totally fixed on Gray. Her Gray-sama, as she liked to call him. Her heart was beating hectically with excitement. Would he accept the cookies this time? She chewed indecisively on her lower lip. The cheerful murmur of the other passengers only came to her ear as a hiss. The thought of Gray distracted her too much.

Only when the bus stopped in front of her university did she blink slightly, rose and followed the others out. Nervousness clawed into her stomach and fear clasped her racing heart, making her restless. Her gaze glided around, searching as she continued to chew on her lower lip. The university grounds were of normal size. Nothing overly pompous. A building, a sports field, as well as a gymnasium and a normal-sized courtyard, where you could spend your free time. She walked with insecure steps towards the building, which had been built in the modern architectural style, and the gaze of her deep blue soul mirror gliding around, found the wild, black hair shimmering velvety in the daylight. Juvia pulled her shoulders up and walked exactly in this direction, swallowing slightly as her heart began to race. Her stomach contracted painfully. She had got up a good three hours earlier to bake these cookies, as she had let the mixture steep for an hour.

He was in a group of friends, including his brother Lyon and his girlfriend Meredy. Among them were Yukino, Sorano and Ultear. She wasn't very good friends with the others and swallowed slightly as she approached. She knew no one hated her, but you couldn't say they even really liked her. Her eyes lay on Gray. He was wearing a black Jean, Sneackers, a black shirt, a leather jacket and a bag over his shoulder. Her hands clasped the straps of her bag and her knuckles stood out white. She began to tremble slightly, but still put a smile on her lips as she approached the group.

"G ... Good morning, Gray-sama," she said with a soft voice and the quiet conversations in the group itself fell silent. Glances stared at her and she felt her cheeks getting hot. His dark gaze lay on her and she swallowed briefly, then dragged out the narrow box hastily and looked up at him with an unsteady smile.

"Gray-sama ... Juvia has ... "

"I don't need it. Leave me alone," he growled and pain twitched through her heart. Her hands began to tremble and her throat tightened. She felt the treacherous burning in her eyes. He didn't even let her finish. The smile on her lips began to waver, but she swallowed the pain and tears, stepped one step closer and then continued to hold the box to him.

"Please... Juvia baked the cookies, Gray-sama," she said and looked at him with big eyes. He sighed annoyed and twisted his eyes, driving himself irritated through his hair. Lyon grinned. The others seemed a little embarrassed. They knew Juvia and nobody could really handle her. None of the girls understood how Juvia could still run after him. Lyon gave him a slight elbow stab in the rib.

"Go on, accept it," he said quietly and Gray growled reluctantly, then he accepted the box and looked at Juvia with a cold look. A glow stepped into her eyes and the cold in his eyes became stronger. He opened the can and looked down at the homemade cookies, saw the fine patterns she had made with colorful icing. In the colours he liked. He looked at the sweets and then he looked at her face, saw the look of love in her eyes. His lips turned to a scornful smile and he stepped towards her, getting closer and closer and pushing her. Juvia stumbled back, bent slightly and fell on her ass. Shocked, she looked up at Gray, who looked down at her with disgust and contempt. He pulled a bottle of water out of his pocket, dumped the water into the box, closed it to shake it and then dumped the contents of water, sugar and biscuits over her. Juvia stared at him with big eyes wide open. Horrified whispers penetrated her ears and she began to tremble. Gray snorted.

"Now pay attention, yakuza bitch. I don't want anything to do with a criminal creature like you, is that clear? You are nothing, scum of society. I don't have time for someone like you. Besides ... ", his lips turned to a scornful grin, "... I already have a fiancée. So finally leave me alone."

His words gave her one blow after the other and she couldn't breathe, was as if frozen. It was as if her heart had stopped beating, as if time had stopped. All the noises turned into a hiss and everything around her lost its color, became bleak and gray.

Gray turned around and just let her sit on the floor. His heart hurt and he rubbed his chest unconsciously as he returned to his shocked friends.

"Let's go, then," he said cool as ever.

"Gray, what was that all about?"

"What was what," he asked and watched Meredy wait and see. She blinked and pulled her narrow pink eyebrows together, then pointed at Juvia. She was still sitting on the stone floor as if frozen.

"I showed her that I no longer wanted her near me. What's wrong with showing scum what he is," he asked and felt his heart contract painfully. Meredy pressed her lips together and Lyon growled angrily at him.

"Dude, do you hear yourself talking? Just because her parents are yakuza doesn't mean she can't get out," Lyon replied and slung an arm tightly around his girlfriend. The girlfriend looked at Gray angrily. Her body trembled slightly and Gray knew why. Meredy's parents had been subordinates of a local clan in the USA and had paid for their resignation with their lives. Only her big sister and little sister had survived.

"Well ... but she is still with her scum family. No matter how much she supposedly loves me. That doesn't change anything. Besides, our parents were very clear back then, Lyon," Gray said and snorted slightly. Then he turned away and marched towards the building. It hurt to be like that to her, but it was right. He had learned to hate her, had locked his love for Juvia deep away. Because she would never change. She would always remain the daughter of a yakuza.

[crazyzaika]

Love on Detours - Chapter 7

Hey guys, and here comes the next chapter. It's still unchecked, but I hope it's not to bad. I hope you like it. Let me know what you think.

Greets Z

Chapter 7

He stroked with his fingers through the long blond hair that spread over the pillow and looked smilingly at the ceiling, had his other arm tightly wrapped around her, while Lucy nestled to him and slept. The wedding dinner had been over for hours and he still felt this joy in his heart. After the confession and the kiss they had gone back and Natsu had called Michelle and Mirajane and informed them about everything so that Lisanna could not run and squeal to her grandfather. He didn't want Lucy's parents to come in here in the next few days and destroy everything. Because finally Lucy was His. His girlfriend, his woman. She belonged to him and he belonged to her and that would not change, he would take care of that himself.

A slight grin was spreading on his features. He became a father, damn it! Apparently his mother had been right. But did it bother him? Not really. She had proudly shown him the picture of the ultrasound and when he learned that there would be twins, the party had been even more lively. A big grin lay on his lips and warmth spread in his chest.

"Why are you smiling like that," Lucy asked quietly and her voice was drowsy. Apparently she had just woken up. He turned to his side and looked down at her with a smile, grinning even wider.

"I'm just happy, that's all," he replied and stroked his fingertips over her pale, soft skin. Lucy's eyes got bigger and she blinked. Then she giggled and snuggled closer to him. He pulled her closer to his chest, stroked her neck and enjoyed the feeling of her soft body against his.

"I'm sorry I've been silent so far," she said. He pulled her a little closer and buried the face in her hair. She smelled wonderfully of strawberries and vanilla and he grumbled contentedly.

"Luce ... stop apologizing," he purred and kissed her neck. She gasped and he felt her fingernails clawing into his chest. His lips wandered over her skin, stroked over her ear and he bit hesitantly into it what made her wheeze again. He grinned. She was sensitive and he would lie if that didn't turn him on. He felt a pull in his groin and she gasped again, this time a little frightened. Natsu detached himself a little from her and met her gaze from big brown eyes.

"But ... "

"No buts. You were afraid I'd understand... but Luce?"

"Yes?"

"Don't ever do that again, you hear? You know me, I hate lies," he said and his voice was colder than he wanted. Lucy's eyes widened and she swallowed, then she nodded. Redness spread on her cheeks. He smiled and pressed a kiss on her forehead, pulling her closer again. She was so damn soft and fragile at the same time. How did that work?

"Uh ... do you think you can wait with the sex?" she asked then and Natsu froze in his movement. Silence lay over the room and his cheeks glowed as he cleared his throat.

"Um ... "

"I mean ... I love you and everything and ... uh ... your body is absolutely hot", she started and he had to grin, "but ... I don't feel comfortable having sex right now. Is that okay?" she seemed so insecure and it stabbed him in the heart. Nevertheless he smiled and stroked through her hair.

"Sure. We've been a couple since last night. Don't worry about that," he said quietly and grinned at her. She sighed and smiled broadly at him, nodded and snuggled up to him a little more. He closed his eyes and played thoughtlessly with her silky hair. His heart beat fast and strong against his ribs.

"Twins, huh?" he asked and she giggled softly.

"Yep."

"I'm surprised that mother hasn't beheaded me yet," Natsu replied and felt Lucy giggle softly again, which made him grin. Even if it worried him somehow that the possibility still existed. But it was a fact that no one who was still in his right mind voluntarily exposed himself to the wrath of Grandeeney Dragneel. She wasn't the Oyabun's wife without a reason. Everyone here had the greatest respect for her, some people were more afraid of her than their father and that meant something. Even Zeref, Acnologia's foster son, who really didn't have all the cups in his cupboard, obeyed her instructions. And normally he only listened to Acnologia or to him.

"She got drunk when I came back from the first examination," Lucy whispered quietly and Natsu's eyes widened. He swallowed.

"And your father cried in joy and kissed the ultrasound image," she giggled quietly and with disbelief he looked at Lucy.

"Are ya serious?"

"Absolutely. Your mother was about to strangle him," she said and he laughed. That his old man reacted in such a way that something he never would have thought of.

The vibration of his cell phone woke him up and annoyed he turned to the side, detached himself from her sweet, soft body and pulled the smartphone to him, answering the call.

"Mhm," he growled into the receiver.

"We have an assignment, Laxus. Come out of your bed, I'll wait for you on the ground floor," the female but harsh voice reached his ears and he sighed annoyed.

"Erza?" he asked confused. She had woken him from deep sleep. But that wasn't a trick, because he had an absolutely light sleep. Nevertheless the words reached him slowly and he sighed deeply.

"Yes, you flat pliers. Who do you think is speaking here? Santa Claus? Your father, or what? Come on down here, or I'll come and get you," she said, and with every second he wasted waiting, her bad mood seemed to grow. Cold shivers glided down his back.

" Yeah it' s good, I'm coming down. Give me a break," he said, snorting annoyed. She growled again, but hung up. For him the sign that he was dismissed for the time being. But definitely only for the next five minutes. As long as he wasn't down then. The young woman next to him stirred easily and grumbled reluctantly. He bent over her and gave her a quick kiss, then he swung his legs out of bed, overcame the small distance to the table on the wall where his clothes hung over a chair and slipped in.

"Where are you going?" her soft voice quietly reached his ears and he sighed. So he had woken her up after all. Great. What he couldn't use now was an affectionate girlfriend. That's why he snorted annoyed, turned to her while he put on a vest and locked it and then put on a black shirt over it. He avoided her gaze. Shunned the gaze from those big blue eyes that now looked at him reproachfully. He swallowed slightly, his throat tightening.

"You are going ... to work?" she asked and alone she the way how she emphasized the word work, clearly showed him what Mira thought of his job. She came from a rich family. Quite in contrast to him. He had grown up in the gutter before Igneel had found him and taken him in, before he had met his grandfather. Accordingly, he had joined his clan at that time. Igneel was his great role model. He sighed and drove irritated through the blond short hair he had from his mother, as he knew.

"Listen ... ", he began and paused, his gaze lay on her, but he did not know what he should say. Mira swallowed and turned the gaze away, pulled the slender legs close to her upper body, wrapped her arms around it. Her luscious breasts were pushed up and he wished he could stay and hold her in his arms. Wish he could calm her down, pull her over and make her forget the world out there.

"Mira... sweetie," he began and his voice was husky and rough. He swallowed. How could he make her understand it? That he had duties? He was not allowed to talk about his work, that was a fact. But he wanted her to know that he wasn't doing dirty things. He did not want her to hate him. His lips pressed together, his hands clenching into fists. But she shook her head. The white pony fell into her forehead and the white curls fell like a veil around her, enveloping her body.

"Just go, asshole. Then do your job. But don't come to me when you get shot," she growled and he heard the pain clearly in her voice. He knew she was afraid that one day he wouldn't come back. He knew it, but Laxus couldn't change that. Everyone in this world had a role to play in doing a job and his role was to kick the ass of the really bad guys. Because that was what the clan actually did. They all had the image of a yakuza clan, but they actually dig out terror cells and organizations when the government demanded it. Sure, the clan also had two three brothels in the red light district, but the girls there were well treated and if they didn't want to, they weren't forced to do anything. But those were things he wasn't allowed to tell her, he couldn't tell her.

It hurt him and he would love to change this world for her, but he was just a small cogwheel on the whole. The fact that she was talking to him made him incredibly happy. His cell phone was vibrating, but he ignored his phone.

"I love you, you know that," he said and his voice trembled slightly. He swallowed and took a deep breath, drove over his neck and then grabbed his gun holster, put it on and strapped two knives to his thigh.

Mira watched him do it and it simply killed her that he was going. That he would hurt people again. She wasn't stupid, she knew he was a yakuza. Scum of society. She had already known that in high school and yet it hadn't stopped her from falling in love with him. She bit her lower lip, felt the burning in her eyes. Her heart cramped. She knew that he loved her and yet it hurt that she couldn't stop him from the violence. Again the phone vibrated and she felt as if she could feel the anger of the caller. Angrily, she looked at the smartphone, pressed her lips together and crawled resolutely across the wide bed, reaching for the device. And before Laxus could stop her, she answered the call.

"What?" she hissed. For a moment there was silence.

"Where is Laxus?" came the cold, irritable counter-question. Mira's eyes became narrow. She knew his voice. Erza. A dark rumble rolled up her throat and hot rage gathered in her belly. Poisonous dripping jealousy stretched her claws out to her heart.

"Listen carefully, you red-haired slut. He's about to put on protective clothing and weapons! If anything happens to him, I'll skin you and your darling. Only that this is clear," she hissed furiously into the device and silence spread both in the room and on the other side of the listener.

"Are you serious? If you think you can defeat me in a duel, Strauss. You're just a ridiculous little doll and don't deserve him at all, you snipe," came the cool answer. Mira felt the inevitable urge to drag Erza through the phone and rip her head off. Or to cut her into strips. Whichever fitted better.

"I mean it, Scarlett! If I don't get him back in one piece and intact, you'll lose more than one eye, understand? Then you will suffer so much that you wish you had never been born," she nagged and then the mobile phone was taken away from her. She hissed furiously, straightened up and wanted to grab it, but then she was pulled against his hard body and he kissed her possessively, plundered her mouth. Mira slapped his shoulders to let her go, but at the same time returned the kiss. She was so unspeakably angry. Then Laxus detached himself from the kiss, grinned at her dirty and she gasped softly. Her chest raised and lowered hectically and a deep blush lay on her high cheekbones.

"You're incredibly sexy, Mira," he snarled, pressed a quick kiss on her lips, loosened and bit her neck still teasingly, then licked her skin apologetically. She moaned. He was mean! Her body tingling and rage turned to excitement. But she knew he wouldn't go to bed with her.

"Erza, calm down, I'll be right there," he growled into his cell phone and hung up. He pressed another firm kiss on her lips, stroked her back and sucked the scent of her hair, her body deep into his lungs.

"I'll come back to you, don't worry. Nothing and nobody can stop me from ever coming back to you," he said and his voice was rough. Mira smiled slightly, nodded and her gaze followed him until he left the bedroom, walked down the hall. Her throat tightened and she felt the treacherous burning of her eyes. She swallowed when she heard the crack of the door and gritted her teeth tightly. And then the tears came.

He drove the 10 floors down to the underground garage with the elevator. With a quiet ping, the technician announced that he was on the desired floor and while the door slid to the side, the view of his light grey soul mirror slid through the poorly lit underground car park. He immediately saw the bright red head of hair and set himself in motion.

And he had clearly not been mistaken. She was furious. But that didn't really interest him. He walked the remaining meters while she, wearing clothes as black as he, crossed her arms in front of her chest. Her weapons were hidden under leather clothes and she fixed her eyes on him.

"What?"

"It took too long, Dreyar," she hissed angrily and sighed annoyed, twisting her eyes.

"Put a stain on your shirt, Scarlett. Mira is more important to me than the shit here," he growled and stepped to the passenger seat, because he knew that she would drive. He knew her too well then. Erza Scarlett, undercover agent by profession, would never let anyone else drive her beloved car. Not even Jellal was allowed to drive the car and that should mean something. He was usually allowed to do pretty much anything with Erza. She growled at him angrily and for a moment he was afraid that she might jump over her car and go to his throat, but then she seemed to have calmed down, because she got in without comment, but threw the car door too loud. He turned his eyes again, then got into the car with her. She just got so annoyed that it wasn't funny anymore. But she was also his partner on the job.

Whereby that was something that was chosen according to abilities and not inclinations. If he could decide, he would never have made Erza his partner. He just couldn't stand her enough for that. She was annoying, always had a different view and opinion than him and argued with him far too often. And in her opinion, he should just send Mira into the desert. He buckled on because the crazy woman next to him drove like a sow and pulled out his smartphone to check the data on the job.

Razzia in the docks, he thought and pulled the eyebrows together. There was clearly too little information left for him. But he knew that the terrible thing next to him would clearly have more information. So it was time to engage in a conversation with her, even if he didn't like it at all.

"So ... a raid?" he asked growling and she grumbled in agreement.

"Erza ... "

"Don't talk to me stupidly from the side, I'll drive," she snarled at him and he frowned. That was not her way. So ... somewhere already, but normally she didn't hold any information from him.

"Okay ... Raven Tail or Tartaros?" he asked and she stiffened. Which confused him even more, but it also made him slightly aggressive that she didn't speak out.

"I need to know what we're going to dig up," he said and she sighed quietly, turning with squeaking tires. It was a miracle that the car had not overturned at this speed. But he wouldn't make the mistake of commenting on her driving style. He was attached to his life.

"Both. Mard Geer lets Jackal buy drugs," she said, and he hated it when he had to pull everything out of her nose.

"And who is the buyer? According to your information?"

"Flare Corona," she said quietly, and he sighed annoyed. He knew her, had grown up with her on the street. She hadn't been as lucky as he had been. On the contrary. She had really slipped into the shit. Sold drugs, weapons and if the rumors were true, then Raven Tail also got into human trading. So it was time to get this yakuza clan out. Whereby they were not a real clan. They tried to become one, to join the big ones. He knew that, because none other than his own dirtbag of his biological father was the boss of Raven Tail.

"And that was so hard now?" he asked into the silence. He took a look at the integrated navigation device and frowned. They were almost there. Only 5 minutes left. Erza sighed again. Something seemed to oppress her, but the way he knew her, she wouldn't just give it up.

"Go on, talk. I don't feel like thinking about it during our job, all right? That's just distracting," he growled and stared out of the side window.

"Flare ... you know her. That makes it problematic."

" Yeah is clear. I am an adult, Erza."

"You're 25."

"Yes, jesus. I am grown up. I can handle it. She didn't pay attention and keeps riding herself into crime. So I will nail her down and hand her over. Just like this bomb junkie Jackal," he said and crossed his arms in front of his chest. Erza's gaze seemed thoughtful as she stopped in a side street and turned off the engine, parked her car. Then she looked at him with a serious look.

"Let's hope so."

Laxus grinned, unbuckled himself.

" Will go wrong alright", he said and got out. He loosened his shoulders.

Then let's go, he thought, and his gaze was grim as Erza followed him. He pushed all his thoughts away as they walked through the darkness, pulling their weapons.

[crazyzaika]

Love on Detours - Chapter 6

I know, the end of the chapter is a bit rushy, but it's a turn in the story. And no, the story doesn't end there. I hope you like this chapter. Pls let me know what you think.

Greets Z

Chapter 6

Her heart raced and she trembled, feeling the nervousness and fear deep in her bones. Lucy swallowed slightly while Mira and Michelle sat in front of her and looked at her waiting. She had asked them to talk in confidence and so they were in Levy's apartment because here you could be sure that the walls had no ears.

She kneaded her hands, swallowed again. Carefully she lifted the gaze from her hands and looked first at her sister and then at her cousin. She hoped the two would help her. For without the help of both she would not be able to do all this. Sure, she had the support of Natsu's parents, but that wasn't enough. Both Michelle and Mirajane could run to their parents and rat her out. And that would be her downfall.

"So? What do you want to tell us?" Michelle asked and the bright, clear blue eyes of her big sister looked at her waiting. Lucy swallowed and her gaze scurried to Mira, who took only a sip of her tea and didn't say a word. She waited. Her heartbeat accelerated a little and she closed her eyes. She wanted to keep the twins. She wanted to raise them, give them a good life. Free from constraints and pressure from the family. Tears formed in her eyes and ran down her cheeks as she looked up and smiled slightly.

"I know ... you don't like Natsu", she said quietly and a laughing snort escaped Michelle's lips.

"That is still softly said. He is not good for you", replied the older one and crossed her arms under her opulent breasts, she looked unusually hard. She had contracted her eyebrows and a long fold was pulled over her otherwise so smooth forehead. Lucy pressed her lips together and for a moment doubts rolled up in her. Then Mira put the cup down.

"Are you pregnant from him," she asked. Her voice was calm and controlled, free of any feelings. Lucy widened her eyes and Michelle also stared at Mira with big eyes. Silence lay over the room and the blonde student swallowed, then she nodded timidly.

"From where..."

"I noticed it in your behavior. And your words about Natsu were clear," Mira said quietly and smiled gently. A tremor ran through Lucy and her eyes started burning again. Her throat tightened and her lower lip trembled.

"I...I want to keep them," she brought out and swallowed, taking a trembling breath. Mira looked at her waiting while Michelle looked frightened from one to the other.

"Does Natsu know?"

"No, not yet, but his parents do. They have already promised me their support," she whispered quietly and Mira nodded slightly again.

"How long has it been?"

"I'm in the seventh week," she said quietly and then pulled out a photo from the initial examination and pushed it over the glass table. Mirajane leaned forward without a word, grabbed it and looked at the photo. Then she smiled, stroked her fingertips over the life that was beginning and nodded. She put the picture back on the low glass table and nodded again.

"All right ... but you have to tell Natsu that is important," she said. Lucy's eyes widened and then tears ran down her cheeks. Michelle looked stunned between Lucy and her cousin Mira.

"Hold on, wait a minute. You just accept that, Mira? Are you serious?"

"Yes."

"Why? I don't want my sweet little sister giving birth to such an idiot's children. She deserves something far better," Michelle exclaimed, and anger stood in her usually so gentle traits. Lucy flinched slightly and swallowed, driving over her cheeks.

"Mi-nee-chan", Lucy began carefully, but was interrupted.

"No! You shut up now, Lucy! You are 17! How will you raise children? How do you want to finish school? You do not want to tell me that you want to stay alone voluntarily? Natsu is with Lisanna. He has a girlfriend", her sister kept talking herself into rage, raging with anger. She couldn't understand how her sweet sister just threw away her whole life.

"Michelle!"

"No Mira! She throws her life away!"

"I ...", Lucy began and her heart beat loudly and painfully against her ribs. She bit her lower lip and her fingers dug into the soft wool dress she was wearing. She pulled her shoulders slightly up, then tightened them. Her hands lay protectively over her abdomen.

"Michelle ... I understand your concern, but I will bear the twins. Whether you want to help me or not. I am not alone. His parents, my friends and also Mira stand by me," she said, and in the brown soul mirrors there was a determination that made Michelle pause. There was no hesitation in her sister's voice. She swallowed easily, then sighing she lowered her gaze. Again silence lay over the living room. Michelle didn't want to lose her sister and she knew that this pregnancy would be anything but easy. She knew it because one thing was certain. The parents were not allowed to know anything about it. Both her father and mother would set heaven and hell in motion to have these children removed. Even when the three months were over.

She looked up and looked at her sister. Lucy had tears in her eyes and she saw the fear in her features, but she also saw the absolute determination to protect these children and raise them alone if necessary. Her heartbeat speeded up and then she lowered her eyes to the ultrasoundpicture, pulled it towards her and sighed. She would become an aunt. In absolute surrender Michelle raised her hands and smiled.

"All right, you idiot. I hadn't planned to be an aunt now, but ... your happiness is important to me. The main thing is that they have as little of this idiot as possible," she said, assuring her sister of her approval and support. Lucy's eyes widened, then absolute joy spread on her features. And that alone was enough for Michelle. She would protect her sister even if she had to get her parents out of the way.

one week later

She still hadn't managed to tell him. But she didn't know how to do that either. Honestly, how did you tell your best friend that you were pregnant from him? When he thought that you were still a virgin and especially when he was together with your own cousin? Lucy nibbled on her lower lip. She had proudly shown the photo to Igneel and Grandeeney and both were stunned. Igneel was happy to get two progenitors and Grandeeney was just finished. With the words: great, another two monsters in the family she had grabbed a 5 liter bottle of sake and drunk it. Lucy had been shocked and Igneel? He was about to cry for joy. That had been a sight for the gods. The great Oyabun of the Dragneel clan had cried of joy.

And today she had been invited to dinner at the Dragneels. She looked forward to it, even though she didn't know how Natsus' parents wanted to explain her presence. Next to Lisanna. Fortunately Natsu had still not noticed anything. Three weeks had passed since her initial examination and her mood swings and morning vomiting had not improved at all. Only Michelle and Mirajane knew about it in the meantime. They had been shocked, but were happy for her. Even if they weren't thrilled that Lucy didn't say a word and preferred to remain silent. But she didn't know how to tell him. He was always with Lisanna and it hurt her to see him like that.

She ran after them because Natsu had picked up both Lisanna and Lucy on his father's orders and her cousin giggled exaggeratedly in love as she hung on Natsu's arm. Lucy always felt a sharp sting in her heart. But she said nothing. What could she even say?

Then they arrived at the main entrance of the estate and his father's men bowed, dutifully greeting first Natsu and then Lisanna and then her. Lucy knew that the men didn't really like Lisanna. She saw it at them. But that was something that was mutual. Lisanna detested the yakuza and she only endured her presence because she loved Natsu. That was clear to everyone. Lucy smiled politely and nodded as she followed to the front door in a simple knee-length black dress, jacket and knee-high boots and thick socks.

Lucy sat down on the wooden floor in the entrance area, took off her boots and was immediately handed slippers by Metalicana. He smiled grimly at her and she thanked him quietly. Then she followed them through the long hallway that led past a courtyard. The sliding doors were closed, but she saw the good care Acnologia had given to this house and small gardens. Everything was polished to a high gloss and the dark wood shimmered slightly. Old lamps shimmered and gave everything a golden shine. Then they stepped into a large room.

The floor was covered with tatami mats. Elegant old lanterns hung on short chains from the roof braces and bathed everything in a golden, romantic light. On the left side stood an old samurai armour and a weapon stand on which an old, noble katana, a wakizashi and a long dagger rested. Lucy's gaze glided over the dark brown lacquered tables, which had been arranged in a U-shape. The individual tables were two metres long and one metre wide.

At the head she saw five tables standing and in the room 12 tables were stretched down. Lucy blinked with big eyes as she saw the masses of men dressed in black. Everyone looked bloody creepy. Many had scars on their faces and all were looking at the new arrivals. She chewed on her lower lip. Was that the whole clan? She swallowed slightly and looked at Natsu. Nervousness surged up in her. The tables were richly set with all sorts of delicacies and the company was already quite cheerful. They hadn't started eating yet, but you could see that the mood was relaxed.

Igneel and his wife sat in the middle at the head of the room, the armour and weapons directly behind them. To the left of Grandeeney sat Juvia, Wendy and a boy with dark hair, who seemed a bit tense and stared strained at the polished wood. Next to him was another square and Lucy frowned. To Igneel's right, Cobra was sitting with an elegantly dressed young woman wearing a wedding kimono. She smiled in love. Next to Cobra there were two places available. Natsu let herself fall into the place next to the unknown one and Lisanna was about to sit next to him, but Igneel interrupted her.

"Lisanna, your seat is next to Romeo, Wendy's friend," silence spread throughout the room and everyone stared at the head, who was carrying a bowl of sake to his lips. Lucy's eyes widened. Had he gone completely mad? Shouldn't she be sitting there? Her heartbeat accelerated and her cousin straightened up. She frowned confused and Acnologia pushed her in the right direction. She distorted her face, but didn't say a word. Metalicana took Lucy by the elbow and just placed her next to Natsu. Burning redness lay on her cheeks and you would have heard a pin fall. Natsu was also confused and looked from Lucy to his father.

"Uh... Too-sama," he said and sounded amazingly polite. But no wonder either. Lucy understood that this was his brother's wedding dinner that she had understood the second she saw the wedding kimono. And swallowed. Had Igneel just ranked her above Lisanna? The girl Natsu was with? Her throat tightened. How was she supposed to explain that?

"Yes?"

"Why are you putting my girlfriend on the other side of the table?" he asked, confused. Everyone else was also confused. Igneel was an absolutely admired man and everyone in the clan loved him, but sometimes some could not quite follow his actions in mind. He drank the sake, put the bowl down, leaned forward relaxed and grinned.

"Lucy stands higher in rank. After all, she's pregnant from you, you foolish son," he said and you could only tell thanks to the sound of his voice, that he had clearly already had more intus than he should. Lucys eyes widend and her breathing stopped. Was he fucking serious? It was as if her heart had stopped for a moment and now it resumed its work twice as fast. She swallowed lightly and cramped. Natsus head flew around to her and he stared at her with widened eyes. Grandeeney growled, but did nothing else to reprimand her husband or refute his words. Here before all eyes she would never do that.

"Luce," he asked confusedly and she stared at him. Everything around her began to spin and she couldn't breathe.

"Tell me ... that this is a joke," Natsu said, laughing uncertainly and swallowing. He became pale and pulled his brows together. All the yakuza members listened to them and they were all perplexed. Lucy felt the burning in her eyes and turned away with burning cheeks as the first tears glided down her cheeks. Inside she cursed herself as she took a rattling breath. Natsu's eyes became even bigger as he understood. When he recognized the lie.

"Lucy," he growled and stood up jerkily, staring down at her. She had lied to him! His body trembled with suppressed anger.

"You lied to me," he hissed angrily and she trembled to raise her eyes. Raging fear surged in her, reaching icy for her heart and when she saw the suppressed anger in his gaze. She pressed her lips tightly together. Then she took a trembling breath and rose staggering. She retreated from him, but was grabbed from behind and raised her gaze, almost twisted. Who stopped her? Atlas looked down at her with a smile.

"You shouldn't run away," he said quietly and she clenched her hands to fists. She gritted her teeth tightly and tore herself away from the redhead. Then her gaze fixed on Natsu. She wouldn't make a scene here. She was too proud for that. Her heartbeat raced, Natsu approached her, raised his hand and slapped her. It clapped loudly and her head flew to the side. Shocked, she opened her eyes and held her burning right cheek.

"You lied to me, Lucy Heartfilia," he growled angrily. She stared at him and anger surged up into her. She pulled her shoulders up, then took a step forward and rammed her knee between his legs. All the men in the room flinched. He gasped and sank to his knees, keeping his pace.

"If you ever hit me again, Natsu Dragneel, Igneel Dragneel's second son, believe me you won't find mercy," she hissed angrily. Then her angry gaze turned to Igneel and growled at him viciously. He pulled up both eyebrows.

"And you!" she hissed, "I thought we had a deal? That I'd tell him when the OCCASION IS FAVOURABLE? BUT NO! YOU DRINK ONE OVER YOUR THIRST AND TALK IT OUT IN FRONT OF YOUR WHOLE CLAN? I' M HAVING ENOUGH! I'M GOING," she roared and yelled at a yakuza boss in front of the assembled crew. She was so angry, had eaten all her worries into her for so long, that now everything burst out. If these men thought she was afraid of Igneel just because he was the head of a yakuza clan, they were wrong. Her father was much worse and far more ruthless. She whirled around staring at Metalicana and Atlas.

"Out of the way," she hissed and the two men were smart enough to immediately avoid a pregnant, angry woman. She rushed out of the room, turned left and stomped away furiously.

"Goddamn men! Brainless monkey asses! If only one of them steps under my fucking eyes again, I'll tear you all to pieces! ALL OF THEM, DO YOU HEAR? THEN YOU LEARN YOU TO KNOW ME FROM ANOTHER SIDE, YOUR SOAPED CAPSPSPATS", she was getting louder and louder shouting herself into rage. She was angry yes, but there was also a good portion of pregnancy hormones in it. But still. What occurred to him to slap her? Sure, she had lied to him, but she had been waiting for the right moment all along. Tears ran down her face. Then she took a deep breath, closed her eyes and tried to calm down, sat down in the entrance area and put on her boots. She would go home. Natsu could be stolen from her in the near future.

"Wow... Natsu, are you stupid or something?" Metalicana asked and laughed darkly. He stood there and all the yakuza members had listened to Lucys roar with big eyes. They all knew her since Natsu first brought her along and they all liked her back then. She had always been open and friendly. In the beginning she had been afraid of the creepy men in black, the scars and the weapons, but she had lost this fear quite fast. The salmon haired one straightened up. His crotch hurt like hell and he distorted his face into a grimace. He was shocked and hurt. She had lied to him! She had lied to him for two months and had not deemed it necessary to tell him the truth. The betrayal of this lie burned like fire in his heart and he felt the senseless urge to destroy something. When Metalicana asked him, he angrily raised his gaze.

"Please what?"

"I asked if you were stupid."

"No."

"Then why do you let such a awesome girl slip away?" asked Weisslogia and Natsu fixed his gaze on the man. He was tall, well trained and had shoulder-length white blonde hair. Scars were running over the dark skin. He seemed more relaxed than most of the others here. Natsu crossed his arms in front of his chest.

"She lied to me! She said that we weren't ... you know. And then my father knows before me that she is pregnant? She hasn't said a word for two fucking months," he hissed and you could hear that his pride and ego were clearly scratched. But that didn't really interest anyone here.

"Don't be such a pussy. She was probably afraid. Think about how illegitimate children are treated in our society," Cobra said and snorted. He reached for the hand of Kinana, who smiled radiantly and stroked the slight bulge of her belly. Natsu growled angrily.

"She betrayed me!"

"You could have just drunk less, too."

"My good is the junior dull-minded," said Acnologia and snorted. Igneel laughed quietly. He reached for the sack cup, but Grandeeney growled so deeply and angrily that he swallowed and quickly pulled his hand back.

"Lucy loves you, just by the way," Grandeeney said and sighed annoyed.

" Besides ... your great-aunt Porlyusica has her in treatment and said that she asked her not to tell anyone so that her father wouldn't force her to have an abortion. She asked for it to be kept secret until it was no longer possible. Natsu ... you know what Jude Heartfilia is like. He would kick her out of the house just because it's your brood she volunteers," his mother said dryly, took a cup of green tea and drank it unmoved without cooling it. She was so direct and honest that the others looked at her wordlessly in the room. The faces of all the members reflected anger and horror.

"Ab... abortion?" Natsu asked, and he felt like his heart was pausing for a moment. He swallowed. She wanted his children? His heartbeat speeded up and he bit his lower lip. She had said she had been waiting for the right moment. And when would that have been? Then Lisanna rose and looked at Natsu with big eyes. And Natsu it hit him. He had never really given Lucy the chance, even if he had, because Lisanna had always been near him. And now he understood it. She had asked him for forgiveness in tears. She had cried when she asked him for forgiveness and had said that she couldn't tell him. Fear was building up in him. He would lose her. His heart raced and icy fear grabbed it, he felt the lump in his throat and swallowed hard. And he became aware of something. He loved her. He loved Lucy and didn't want her to leave her. He swallowed and felt shame blush on his cheeks as he jumped up. He had to tell her that. Absolutely!

"Start without me," he exclaimed and sprinted down the hall.

"Finally", Grandeeney growled and took another sip of the hot tea. Then she snapped her fingers.

"Acnologia."

"Anego-sama," he said and bowed. She smiled cool and condescending and pointed towards Lisanna.

"Take the garbage away," she said and took another sip of tea. Lisanna ripped open her eyes in panic, "but keep the garbage alive."

"Yes," he said and a cold smile lay on his lips as he walked towards Lisanna. She swallowed panically and retreated. But Acnologia did not let himself be stopped. He grabbed her by the upper arm and mercilessly dragged the thin girl out of the room, down the hall and to the entrance. Natsu just put on his shoes and cursed about annoying leather shoes. Apparently he liked his jumper boots better.

"You don't have to show up here again, Lisanna Strauss," Acnologia said, and the narrow white-haired one stared stunned at the man who looked back emotionlessly. Natsu didn't even care. He jumped up and ran out. While running, he pulled out his cell phone and called Gajeel, whom he had saved on speed dial. He wouldn't call Lucy now because she wouldn't answer anyway. She was too angry at him. His heart clenched as he accelerated his steps and ran the way to the temple. He wanted to catch her up, intercept her so she wouldn't do anything stupid like talking to her father. After a short tune it clicked on the line.

"Damn fucker what do ya want?", Gajeel growled irritatedly. Natsu grinned broadly. Obviously he had just disturbed him during sex with Levy. Or while sleeping, but he didn't sound tired, so it was sex.

"I'm going to be a father," Natsu exclaimed, and for a moment there was silence at the other end of the line.

"Yeah, we know, you bird", it came untouched by Gajeel and Natsu growled. Gajeel and Levy had known it before him? Who knew it before him too? The whole fucking world? That made him angry, but somehow it showed that Lucy was afraid to tell him and that hurt.

"Did she call ya? She just went off after threatening my father and the whole clan," he explained and Gajeel laughed.

"I am telling ya. Like a rabbit on drugs, the woman. No, she did not call here", Gajeel said and sounded serious.

"She's in her second month, so move yer ass, all right? I'll finally become a godfather," came the answer, "and if something happens to one of them, I'll rip ya ass open up to ya ears, understood?"

And Gajeel hung up with that. Natsu closed the phone and let it slide into his trouser pocket. He put another speed in, came around a street corner and saw her. His Lucy! He made a jump, wrapped his arms around her and pulled her away from the street. She screamed in horror and he crashed against a house wall in his back. His heart pounded against his ribs as she kicked him, or at least tried.

"Wow, keep calm, Luce," Natsu said laughing and held her tight. Not too hard, but so she couldn't escape from him. She paused immediately when she recognized him.

"Natsu? What... what should that?" she asked and he heard how irritated she was. That made him grin and he pulled her a little tighter, stroked with the tip of his nose along her neck and then bit her in the ear.

"I have realized what is more important to me," he then growled darkly, turned her over in his arms so that she could look at him and had to and grinned at her. She growled and glared at him. She was smaller than him and he held her arms. She couldn't beat him that way. Another growl fled her full lips. He smiled down at her. His throat was tightened, his heart beating up to his neck. He felt insecurity and heat rising into his cheeks. But he would do this now. He didn't want to waste another second.

"Luce ... I ... I am sorry. It went through with me. Okay? But ... doesn't want ya to be gone. I want ya to stay with me," he said and his words were honest, she saw it in his eyes and stared at him, swallowed and tears formed in her eyes. At the sight of her tears his stomach contracted.

"Is ... is this a joke? First you hit me and now suddenly it occurs to you that you do want me", she asked and her lower lip trembled. He grinned broadly and bent down a bit.

"I ... Luce I love ya. To be honest, I was just too scared to say that," he confessed and his heart hammered loudly and so fast as if he had run a marathon. Her eyes widened and she stared at him with big eyes. Her heart raced and her thoughts stopped. Only tears ran down her cheeks and he swallowed slightly, could feel her clinging to him. He pulled his eyebrows together.

"Hey, don't cry."

"But ... ", she began and sniffed. He laughed quietly, loosened one arm and then stroked her tears with his right thumb.

"May I take that as yes?"

"What? I ... I ... "

"Do ya love me, Luce?" he asked and was so close to her face with his that her nose tips almost touched. She stared at him and sniffed again. Then she leaned against him, stood on her toes.

"I love you, Natsu" she whispered and he passed the few inches and kissed her. He released the clasp and wrapped his arms around her waist as she wrapped hers around his neck and pressed herself against him. She felt so happy. Her heart was racing and she knew everything was going to be fine. Absolutely everything.

[crazyzaika]

Love on detours - Chapter 5

And here we are with the next chapter. Let me know what you think. Still unchecked.

Greets Z

Chapter 5

She was nervous, jittery and so she sat next to Levy and Gajeel. She had her first examination at her gynaecologist. She knew that Porlyusica Edo-Sensei would fall from all the clouds. She was afraid of what this otherwise so rough woman would do and swallowed. Her heart raced and she bit her lower lip. Three more weeks had passed since she had taken this test, since she was so freaked out. She hadn't wanted to give a reason why she had been registered for a routine checkup, and Levy had almost gone to the secretary's throat.

Levy and Gajeel understood her fear, although Gajeel didn't like the fact that Lucy didn't open her mouth and remained silent. He thought she had to say it because Natsu was the father and he had also told her that the longer she was silent, she made it worse. But how was she going to get on with it now? It was tricky. She had managed again and again to bypass the subject, to act. Even if it was damn hard with the morning sickness. And the absolute horror was the mood swings. One second she was the happiest person in the world, the next second she cried and then she raged worser than Natsu. Her grandfather was extremely annoyed by her and crept away as soon as he saw her, her sister and Mirajane had already made jokes about a pregnancy. Her classmates treated her all the time as if she was made of glass.

Three weeks ago, when Natsu found her and brought her home, she had talked to Igneel and Grandeeney. In confidence, mind you. She had confessed to them in tears that she had slept with Natsu, but had been too scared what would happen if he found out. When Igneel wanted to know if she was pregnant and was happy that he was going to be Grandpa, Grandeeney almost strangled him. Lucy had cried like a castle dog and didn't know what to do, and his mother had an understanding with her, took her in her arms and was more understanding than everyone else.

And now she sat here for her first examination. She was panic-stricken, because what if Porlyusica scolded her, if she didn't help her? It was still the right of medical secrecy and everything, but illegitimate children were considered misfortune and a social taboo. She didn't feel tears in her eyes until her vision blurred and Levy, sitting right beside her, took her hand, looked up, sniffed and wiped the tears away.

"Heartfilia-san!" the sister called her name, she flinched and jumped up hastily, "Room 4 is free."

Lucy nodded slightly, then she ran to the corresponding room. She glanced back at the waiting room. Levy smiled encouragingly at her. She and Gajeel would wait for her. She swallowed, then tightened her shoulders. She had to be strong. She could not become a mental wreck! The blonde reached for the door handle, then opened the door and entered. Her doctor already sat there and looked at her waiting, examined her and then smiled a little. Lucy stepped further into the bright room. The walls were painted beige and pictures of landscapes adorned the walls. The wall opposite Lucy was completely glassed and sunlight illuminated the room, making everything more harmonious. The left wall was dominated by bookshelves and in front of the window there was a modern desk with a computer screen, a picture and some books. A movable partition on the left hand bordered an area of the room so that it wasn't immediately visible, but Lucy knew there was a treatment chair.

Lucy closed the door behind her and stepped up to the two visitor chairs standing in front of the desk. She bowed slightly to her doctor, who returned the greeting.

"Ah, Heartfilia-san. Please, sit down," Edo-Sensei requested. She was older, but experienced. She was slender and the few wrinkles on her face only made her look friendlier. She had put the long pink hair together to a firm, strict knot and fixed it with a crescent-shaped clasp in gold look. Lucy immediately followed and kneaded her hands restlessly.

"So ... what brings you here", asked her doctor and looked at Lucy waiting. She swallowed slightly.

"I ... I did not give my true reason for this examination", whispered Lucy and her shoulders cramped. She stared at her hands, refusing to look at her doctor. Her heart raced and she swallowed nervously.

"And that would be?"

"I am ... am pregnant", she brought up falteringly. Silence lay over the room. Only the ticking of the clock on the right wall broke the silence. It seemed to be minutes when her doctor sighed.

"Lucy ... look at me," growled Porlyusica then. Lucy flinched. She knew her doctor well, having been a patient here since her first bleeding. Her hands trembled as she forced herself to follow her doctor's call. She stared at her with a strict gaze.

"Do you want to joke with me, young lady?" she asked. She had her elbows resting on the table, her hands crossed in front of her face and ruby eyes staring at her. Icy shivers were running down Lucys back. Her doctor looked at her as if she wanted to kill her. She shook her head and her shoulders trembled as tears came to her eyes again. The woman sighed in front of her and seemed tense.

"All right. Are you sure?"

"I did four tests three weeks ago ... and ... it was already two weeks ago ...", Lucy brought out and a brow rose jerkily in the air.

"Does the father know?" she asked now and Lucy swallowed hard. Again she shook her head and her lips trembled.

"N ... no. Natsu knows nothing", she confessed and knew herself how stupid she behaved. But she was a rabbit's foot. She was afraid to tell him and he was currently with Lisanna. What had broken her heart. He seemed happy with her, and her cousin? She rubbed it in her nose every time. Lucy didn't know how Lisanna knew, but ... her cousin knew that Lucy was in love with Natsu and she had a lot of fun making her suffer. Porlyusica pulled her lips. She knew who Natsu was. How could she not? She was the fourth degree aunt of Natsu's mother.

"Are you serious? That brat?," her doctor asked and seemed upset. Lucy swallowed hard and then nodded timidly. The woman moaned annoyed, hit her hand on the table top and rose. Lucy was almost expecting to be thrown out because her doctor could get pretty grumpy.

"Then go ahead, free your abdomen and lie down on the examination chair. I'll do an ultrasound. When you're in your fifth week, you should be able to see something," the pinquette growled. Lucy stared at her doctor as if she came from the moon. She fixed the blonde with a stern look.

"Will you soon?"

"Yes Ma'am," Lucy jumped up involuntarily and saluted. Then she took off the sweater of her uniform, opened the zipper of the red and white checkered pleated skirt, took off her tights and panties and put everything neatly together on the other visitor's chair, then she lay down on the examination chair behind the partition and pulled the shirt up so high that her abdomen was exposed. Redness lay on her cheeks. She was embarrassed to lie here so freely, even though Edo-Sensei was her doctor. She had pulled up an ultrasound device with a monitor. She pulled out a narrow device and the blush on Lucys' cheeks became deeper at the shape. The pinquette drew a condom over the stick, applied lubricant and inserted the device. Lucy stared at the monitor. Her heart was beating up to her neck. She didn't know if she should keep the child and carry it. She really didn't know.

"Ah ... here we have it. His fucking brood," growled Porlyusica. Lucy saw two little dots on the black noise and her eyes widened. She felt as if her heart was stopping. She unavoidably held her breath and stared only at those two dots.

"Oh and congratulations. They are twins."

Words that brought tears to her eyes. She trembled and then the tears overflowed. She sobbed and rubbed her eyes. Happiness flooded her heart. Those were her children. With Natsu.

"Yes, I would cry there too," Porlyusica grumbled.

"Do you want a picture of it? Even if I hope that in your case you do the right thing and abort?"

Lucy's head jerked to her doctor and stared at her with big eyes. Then she pressed her lips together. She was afraid, yes, but ... to destroy two lives because of that? Just so she had it easier?

"I ... I want to keep them", she said then and Edo-Sensei twisted annoyed the eyes, then she pressed a button and it hummed. Then Edo-Sensei did more research. She took a swab to rule out abdominal infection. Then she took her blood, while Lucy stood up, the first picture of her two children had already been printed. Lucy stood up a little shakily and then stood on the scales according to instructions to be able to note down the initial weight. Lucy was restless as she put her clothes back on. Porlyusica then handed her a small black and white picture, which took Lucy trembling and again with tears in her eyes. She smiled.

"When will you tell him," she asked and Lucy sniffed slightly.

"He's with Lisanna and he doesn't even know that ... that we ... "

"If you've fucked with him, then you must be able to pronounce it," said her gynaecologist dryly and Lucy almost dropped the picture out of her hand. She felt a burning blush on her cheeks, then she stroked the black and white picture with the fingertips of her right hand.

"I acted in panic and he thinks we were just asleep. He thinks I am still a virgin. I didn't think I'd get pregnant the first time," Lucy said and her voice was occupied.

"And you still want to give birth to two children at the age of 17? I think even Natsu isn't so stupid that he doesn't grasp what really happened when you run around with a big belly," Porlyusica replied and leaned against the edge of the table. Lucy looked up and smiled sadly.

"I know, but I have to go through that", then she shrugged her shoulders and bowed slightly.

"His parents know, but ... I ask you. Edo-Sensei. Please keep that to yourself. I don't want my parents to force me to have an abortion. I'd rather be expelled from my family than give these two up."

Sweat broke on Lucy's forehead. She was nervous and her heart was beating up to her neck. She had fallen in love with her children when she saw these two dots on the monitor. Happiness filled her and she knew it would be difficult. She knew it all, but she also knew she could do it. She firmly believed in it and refused to give up her children. If necessary she would emigrate to the states where it was not a social taboo to be a single mother.

"Well... then we'd be done here. The best thing is to put the picture in your pocket and don't run around grinning. Not that another one will kill you. In four weeks I want to see you here again, understand?", her doctor had her firmly in view and Lucy grinned at her broadly.

"Yes, Edo-Sensei," she said and put the picture in her wallet. Her heart raced and she felt so incredibly happy. She rose, took her bag and then left the consulting room. She almost seemed to jump as she entered the waiting room. A quick glance at the clock made her cut short. She had been here an hour or so? Awesome. Gajeel sat at the table with a few children and painted with them what was somehow sweet and Levy read in business journals. She wandered to the lady in the antechamber and beamed at her.

"In four weeks I'll be back at Edo-Sensei," she said and the woman stared at her as if she were from the moon. A hard, contemptible trait lay around her lips, but she said nothing else, just nodded and made her an appointment. Lucy knew the lady knew what was wrong with her, but she didn't have the right to shout it out loud and insult her or anything like that.

"There you are finally, we've waited forever," Gajeel rose and snorted slightly and Levy also ripped herself off her reading, putting back the magazine into the rack and then rose as well.

"Can we then," Levy asked and Lucy nodded with a broad smile. Nothing could ruin her life right now. She took a thin jacket from Levy, put it on, shouldered her bag and the two followed her. Lucy almost jumped along the path and cheerfully hummed a song.

"So ... you are now ...", Gajeel began and looked quite confused. Lucy was really ... annoying. Even if he liked her somewhere, but to hell with the women. She had almost collapsed mentally the last few weeks and now she was beaming with the sun? Had she thrown anything in or something? Levy was also confused. Lucy turned around on her own axis and grinned broadly, then she nodded, pulled out her wallet and proudly showed them the ultrasound picture. The two stared first at the picture and then at Lucy wordlessly.

"Are those ... "

"Yes. I'm going to be a mom," Lucy squealed with a wide smile, wrapping up the photo again and keeping her wallet safely in her pocket. There were no other passers-by who had noticed. Levy looked around uncertainly.

"Say ... are two dots in one ... normal or ... ", Gajeel began and looked a little pale around the nose. Lucy grinned even wider and unconsciously stroked her abdomen. She giggled as if she was in love.

" Dude ... you will about ... ", he began and his eyes became bigger and bigger. A Natsu Dragneel was exhausting but two children of him? Who looked the same? He looked at Levy, who stared at Lucy with big eyes.

"So ... do you want to keep them?" she asked the question of questions and when Lucy nodded radiantly, turned around again and jumped away singing Gajeel laughed in disbelief.

"Honey ... as much as I love you but ... your best friend isn't right in her mind", he growled, "like a damn rabbit on drugs."

"I can only agree with you," Levy said, confused. Even she couldn't think of anything more. She was ... confused? Shocked? She didnt know. Honestly. She had really thought that Lucy would have an abortion but apparently ... she was ready to get twins from a guy she loved but who didn't know that and who believed that she was still a virgin. How would you explain that? Either a surrogate father had to come, or Lucy pinched her ass together and finally confessed to him. But Levy also knew that it wasn't so easy at the moment. Because Natsu had come together with Lisanna to everyone's surprise.

They went after Lucy so that they could be sure that she arrived safely at home. Not knowing that someone had been watching her. Someone who had seen everything.

She clenched her hands to fists and raged inside her. She had lied to him! She knew! A broad, diabolical grin spread on her lips. Oh she would make that bitch suffer for it. A nasty giggle slipped over her lips.

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Love on Detours - Chapter 4

And to the next chapter. Hope you like it. Let me know, what you think. And you all are soo damn sweet. Really. Thank you all for the support ♥

Greets Z ♥

Chapter 4

Natsu frowned as his cell phone beeped. He detached himself a little from Lisanna. They had been together for over a week. Somehow he had to distract himself from Lucy. He believed her that they hadn't had sex. After all, he had no reason to doubt it. However, he slowly realized that he liked her more than just being his best friend and that scared him. And knowing that Lisanna had a crush on him and was always adoring him anyway, he had gotten involved with her even if he only liked her as a friend. She was pretty and could be really nice to him, even though he knew that she was really manipulative. She grumbled mercilessly about the interference and he pushed her away a little more so that he could get to his damn cell phone. He unfolded it and answered.

"Yes?"

"Natsu ... finally. Lucy ran away. We don't know the reason, but she must have panicked and fled Levy's apartment without shoes and we're all looking for her," Erza sounded rushed. He heard the noise of cars in the background and frowned. His heartbeat had accelerated when Erza mentioned Lucy. A pale hand slid over his chest and Lisanna demanded attention again, but he pushed her away. Other things were much more important right now. Because he knew that if Lucy walked around without shoes, it was bad. She loved shoes and without them she would never leave the house. That didn't allow her pride as a girl as he knew.

"Where are you? Where have you been looking for her?"

"We search everywhere in Setagaya, but so far ...", Erza came out wheezing and his eyes widened a bit. Erza was out of breath? His left hand clenched into a fist and fear clasped his heart. Had anything happened to Lucy? He didn't hope. He jumped up and Lisanna grumbled again.

"I'll help you search," he said, because he had a rough idea of where she might be. He grabbed his jacket, ran off, sprinted through the corridors of the estate and put on the jacket as he walked.

"Let me know when you have found it. I'm looking in Kinuta Park," he said and Erza gave her permission, then he closed the cell phone, jumped into worn out jumper boots, tied them hastily.

"Ouji-sama, where are you going?" Atlas had appeared in the entrance area. Natsu didn't stop when he tied his boots.

"Lucy is running around somewhere outside. Something must have happened, the others are looking for her," he said rushed and swallowed. The red-haired man nodded and smiled slightly. And with that Natsu sprinted off to look for his best friend. His heart panicked in his chest as he ran to the park. The part was damn big and who knew how long the others were looking for her.

Luce ... , he thought and speeded up his steps.

"Did you find her?" His breath went panting and he looked around like a lunatic. The gaze of his dark soul mirror glided over the well-kept green, over the finely delineated paths. He had almost crossed the entire park, but still hadn't found her. Fear clasped his heart. If something had happened to her, he wouldn't be able to forgive himself. What had she thrown off track for?

"No, not yet. We've all run around twice," Levy said and seemed close to tears and anger surged up in him. He jogged off again, although his legs were aching and his lungs were burning. He was clearly supposed to smoke less. Sweat beads stood on his forehead and a drop fell on his forehead. Angrily he stared up into the sky as more drops fell. It had contracted darkly and began to rain. Super ... he had no umbrella with him, so that he could protect her from the rain, if he should find her. But could he be sure that he would find her? Or that he would get an answer? He wasn't even sure about it and growled up annoyed. The urge to destroy something was just too overwhelming and only very slowly did he get himself under control to such an extent that he remained clear-headed. He couldn't afford the cops right now.

"Okay ... keep looking," he growled into the phone, then hung up, put it in his pocket and slowly looked around in despair. He ran across the beige stone path as the rain grew heavier. He didn't feel the cold, but Lucy would feel it and that was his concern. She froze quickly and generally cooled down quickly.

"LUCE," he shouted and whirled once around in circles, but he got no answer. He suppressed a violent curse as he drove through his thick salmon hair and his gaze flew around. And then ... he saw her. He would have recognized her everywhere. She sat with lowered head under a tree, had pulled the legs close to the body and wrapped the narrow arms around these. His heart almost stopped in relief and he bridged the few meters. It had taken him about 10 minutes to get to the park and he had already searched for half an hour. However, she was so well hidden here that he had almost overlooked her.

Natsu fell to his knees in front of her and stretched out his trembling hands to Lucy. He swallowed and bit his lower lip. She stared into nothingness with an empty look. Her eyes were reddened, her cheeks looked sore from crying. His gaze glided over her legs. Her stockings were torn and her feet bloody. Carefully not to scare her, he stroked her left cheek with his fingertips. His heart hammered against his ribs. What had happened to his Luce? What had happened to her sitting here like that? So depressed? She flinched violently under the touch, backed away, but he was faster, reached for her and pulled her at him. He would not allow her to flee again and put herself in danger. She whimpered in shock and he felt her resistance, but he mercilessly pulled her into a firm embrace. And he was right, she was all cold. How long had she been sitting here?

Natsu buried his face in her hair. She stopped defending herself and he felt her crying and now clinging to him. Like a drowning woman.

"I am sorry ... ", she whimpered and at the sound of her voice it scared himself. She seemed so rough and so thin, trembling and broken. Over and over again these words were rushing over her lips and it tore his heart apart that she apologised to him, although he didn't even know why. But he would not ask her. He was just happy that he had found her, that she was with him and that she didn't seem to be missing anything except that she was hypothermic. That was all he was asking.

Holding her with one hand, he pulled out his cell phone and wrote a circular mail to her friends that he had found her and would bring her home to his house. Then he wrote a message about Line to Acnologia, the good spirit of his family, that he should please prepare a bath for Lucy. His heart pounded in his chest and swallowed again, then he pushed his phone back into his pocket, tightened his grip, reached under her knees and rose with her. For a moment he swayed. His legs were about to give way, but that wasn't because she might have been too heavy. He clearly had to do more sport, that's for sure. He pushed her a little higher on his arms and his grip got a little tighter, then he marched off. He would bring her home, that much was certain. She clung to him in tears and always produced apologies. That hurt him endlessly, but he would keep quiet about it and not say anything.

He stepped through the main entrance. Lucy was now unconscious. She was simply exhausted. Acnologia, Atlas, Skiadrum and Metalicana greeted him and bowed as he walked between them.

"Welcome back, Ouji-sama," they politely said and then followed him. Everyone here liked Lucy and somehow surprised and hurt his father's men that something had panicked Lucy Heartfilia so much that the youngest Kobun of Igneel brought her home unconscious. Natsu seemed unusually serious and visibly angry. He carried her through the estate, hadn't even bothered to take his boots off. That would have meant he had to drop Lucy off and he wasn't ready to do that.

"Ouji-sama, I prepared the big bathroom," Acnologia said quickly and followed him. Natsu just nodded. He carried her to the large bathroom in the back of the old Japanese estate and Acnologia, quickly pushed the sliding door aside.

The room was large, measured about 20m². The floor was tiled with grey stone slabs. The walls were covered up to the ceiling with white tiles and countless shower heads protruded from the wall. In front of each was a stool and a small wooden tub. In the middle of the room was a large basin. The water shimmered slightly green and Natsu knew that Acnologia must have added medicinal herbs to the water. Steam clouds rose. Natsu went in and kneeled down on the stone slabs and gently laid Lucy on the floor. Then he got up, took off his jumper boots and gave them wordlessly to the servant and yakuza member Acnologia. He bowed and immediately disappeared again, closing the wooden sliding door behind him.

Natsu turned to Lucy. She wore one of his sweaters and seemed so vulnerable in her wide clothes. Carefully he took off her wet clothes and concentrated on putting her in warm water. Not that she was so damn sexy. When he threw the wet black fabric aside, he saw that she had worn shorts under the sweater and relief filled his senses. For a moment he had been afraid that she had been raped. He took off her shorts, followed by the thights, then lifted her up again, climbed into the pool, sat down and gently let her slide into the hot water. He made sure she didn't sink her head into the water, bathed her carefully and stroked her cheek.

Pain raged in his chest. She was so fragile. Because even though she had such a damn bust size that made every guy in the fucking school drool, she was only 1.55 tall and she was so thin. He swallowed lightly and forced himself under no circumstances to lower his gaze to her breasts, even though it was difficult for him because he held her tight. She was unconscious right now and it just wouldn't be right to attack her now.

"Luce ... what kind of things are you doing", he whispered quietly and noticed how rough his voice sounded. Redness spread to his cheeks and he pushed it back, staring at the ceiling as she rested with her head on his shoulder.

It was warm, so pleasant, but also... wet? Lucy blinked and perceived her surroundings blurred. Then she blinked again and slowly everything cleared up, became clear and so razor sharp that it was almost unpleasant again. She frowned as she looked at green water and white tiles. Then she looked slightly to the side and stared at Natsu. Her eyes widened and she realized that he was squatting in the water with clothes on and holding her in his arms. She felt the coarse fabric and very carefully she looked down. Reddish shot into her cheeks. She was wearing only her damn underwear! She wanted to tear herself away to get away from Natsu and cover her bareness, which startled him. He had put his head back and his eyes closed, now he looked at her.

"Luce, you are awake," he said and was obviously happy about it. She blushed even more and now tore herself free, retreated. Her heart was racing and this was so damn embarrassing.

"W ... what ... Natsu ... " she stuttered and did not know what to say. Now he turned red, but grinned slightly.

"I only bathed you. You were completely cold, Luce," he said and shrugged his shoulders. But then he got serious and the grin disappeared from his face.

"Why did you run around outside like that? Levy said you fled from her apartment," he said and frowned as he leaned back. Obviously it didn't bother him at all that he was sitting in the water with his clothes on. And then it all came back to her. She shuddered briefly and tense up, looked to the side. Her throat tightened. Should she tell him now? She bit her lower lip. But she had lied to him and now she was pregnant. Tears came into her eyes again.

"I cannot ... ", she brought out, there she heard water splashing and saw Natsu pushing himself towards her. Hastily she wanted to go back, but he was faster, grabbed her by the left wrist and pulled her, hugged her.

"I'm so glad nothing bad seems to have happened to you. But Luce ... do you ... do you really not want to tell me what happened?" he asked and she shook her head as tears ran down her cheeks. She couldn't tell him, it would destroy everything! Trembling she took a breath. He had been worried and had come looking for her. She cried even harder and felt him stroking her head. She was such a bad friend. He searched for her, found her and helped her, brought her home safely and comforted her and what did she do? She lied to him. She was pregnant from him and lied to him. Over and over again. Her heart screamed tormented as she clung to Natsu and she would have liked to have told him, but the fear that he would reject her, that he would never talk to her again, was too great.

I love you, she thought and buried the face in his neck.

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Love on Detours - Chapter 3

Hey guys,

and here we have chapter 3. I hope you like it. Let me know what you think. And until now, its unchecked, but it will be checked.

Greets Z

Chapter 3

Lucy giggled when Levy showed her the pictures. The sex debacle had been about two weeks ago and she was doing great. Halfway anyway. Natsu hadn't asked her any more about it, because she had played believably that she was still a virgin. Since she took the pill, everything was really great. She thought anyway.

"Lu-chan ...", Levy started suddenly and Lucy pulled her eyebrows together. What now? Did she want to give her another lecture? Lucy sighed slightly, drove through the long blond hair and leaned back. They sat at the low table in her room. Lucy didn't know how many times she could talk Levy out of it, or handle the whole thing. So she raised her hands. A sign of her surrender.

"What do you want to know," Lucy asked and looked at Levy. This one turned red.

"Do you really not remember it," the other asked and Lucy sighed again.

" Yes ... of everything. "

"But ... then ... "

"I'm on the pill, and I don't want to destroy our friendship at any cost, okay? So what's so bad about it? He ... Levy I ... I ", Lucy began, but then she became nauseous. She put her hand in front of her mouth and her eyebrows pulled together. Her stomach rumbled and then she jumped up and sprinted towards the toilet, opened the door, lifted the lid and vomited noisily. She hadn't eaten for the last few hours and didn't know what it was either, but ... tears came to her eyes as the stomach acid in her gullet and throat burned and she choked again. Levy held back her hair in the meantime. Lucy gasped and she was held a piece of toilet paper. Tears rolled down her cheeks and she sniffed quietly as she wiped her mouth, stood up wobbly and then flushed. She was currently snuffed out and she really hoped it was just that and nothing else. They hadn't used contraception but she was sure she had taken the pill that evening, hadn't she? Well, her period didn't come and was a week overdue. Doubts were there and she felt so insecure. What if she did ... ?

"Lu-chan," Levy whispered and Lucy looked at her friend, wiping away the tears.

"I ... I can't ... I ... have I-i-ihm ... said that we did not have sex and I am still a virgin ... "

"Let's just do a test. Then we definitely know, okay?" Levy gently stroked Lucy's back and she swallowed lightly. Then they went back to Lucy's room. It was already 5 o'clock in the morning and they should have slept but they had spent so much time chatting. Morning sickness? Could she even be sure that it was? Especially in the morning she got sick, but only since the last three days. Was that so fast? She didn't know. In her room she drank water and sat down again on the floor, leaning against her bed. She was afraid.

What if ... if I really ... , she thought and was not even able to think this word. She was simply afraid. After all, she was only 17 and was in her final year. But she knew that she needed certainty and so she nodded in surrender. Should she have talked to him? Even at the risk that her friendship would break? Her throat tightened and tears rose to her eyes. Levy pushed herself next to Lucy and hugged the blonde. She sniffed open and her body began to tremble as she returned the hug.

"Levy ... I ... I am afraid," she brought out between sobs. And Levy understood that. She hadn't been able to do anything else then. Whereby she had not been pregnant. She had only been ill and had caught an infection. But she could understand it. Gently her fingers stroked Lucy's head and Levy smiled.

She whispered softly and in a soothing voice, "Everything will be fine again, we'll get it right". Even though she knew it wasn't like that.

Levy pushed her way through the rows of the Conbini with Lucy and put four of Check One's tests in the basket. She seemed quite relaxed as she walked past the rows of shelves. Lucy was right behind her, looking down at the floor. She felt bad, scared and restless like never before. Her heart was beating up to her neck. What if she was really pregnant? Her parents would kill her. Her grandfather would expel her from the house. And Natsu? She had lied to him because she was afraid because she didn't want to destroy her friendship.

They came to the cash register where Levy put down the basket and looked at the salesman with an almost carefree smile. He looked at the pregnancy test for a moment, but then pulled it over the scanner without a comment. Lucy broke out a cold sweat. Her heartbeat accelerated and she had the feeling she couldn't breathe. Sweat beads stood on her forehead. She felt miserable. Not only that she had lied to Natsu, there was a danger of pregnancy ... and what would she do then? He thought they hadn't had sex.

"That makes 2580 yen," said the salesman. He was the calm in person, just like Levy. Lucy trembled and was a nervous wreck and about to burst into tears. Her fingers clawed into her forearms in the wide sweater, but the man paid no attention to her. She felt so ... so dirty. So bad. Levy nodded, picked out the money and paid. Lucy blinked violently as tears gathered in her eyes and she pulled her shoulders up. Fear and panic reached for her heart. What if someone saw her here? When the man behind the counter recognized her and told Natsu?

"Thank you for shopping, come back soon," the man indicated a slight bow and handed the white plastic bag over to Levy. She smiled and nodded, then pulled Lucy out of the store. Lucy didn't see where she was going, was dragged along by Levy. She just followed her as her heart pounded to her neck, her throat tightened, and she simply couldn't breathe. Or at least had the feeling.

They stopped at a block of flats and Levy moved them on. She didn't want Lucy to do these tests at her home. Someone could find out and Levy wanted neither her grandfather Hades nor her cousin Lisanna to know. Those two would be absolute horrors. The others would probably have less of a problem with that, but the two of them? End of the world. And so Levy took Lucy with her. She lived in a relatively old apartment block. Gajeel and Metalicana, Gajeel's father, had helped her to get her own apartment. The walls looked old, but it was still well maintained and clean. There was no rubbish lying around here and it did not stink either, as was usually the case.

They took the elevator to the 16th floor. Levy greeted her two neighbours who had just left the apartment and were going to work. Lucy didn't really notice them, it was obvious. And so Levy pulled her best friend behind her, unlocked the apartment door and pushed Lucy in. The apartment was small, but tidy and clean. She and Lucy took off their shoes and slowly Lucy seemed to start thawing again as she shuffled across the old wooden floorboards of the short hall and walked into the adjoining living room. Where Gajeel was already waiting. Levy smiled gently.

The walls were unadorned. Only a few pictures of Gajeel and her and a family photo of Metalicana, Gajeel and Levy were hanging on the wall. Two doors went away from the hall. One led to the bedroom, one to the bathroom. The living room had an open cut to the kitchen. Her gaze glided over the clean but old worktop of the kitchen, over the kitchen cupboards on the wall, the old refrigerator. The stove stood on the outer wall under the window and the room was separated by the counter. The dining table was connected to it. Next to it was a couch, a glass coffee table and on the wall opposite the couch was an old television set. Sunlight fell through the two glass doors leading to the narrow balcony. Gajeel was sitting on the couch reading a lesson book. Levy grinned while Lucy looked at him as if he were an appearance. He was not disturbed by either of them. Levy looked at the book. Ah, chemistry. So he followed her advice and learned the way he should.

"Lu-chan, please go to the bathroom," Levy instructed her and the blonde shrugged violently, then she nodded and hurried to the bathroom. It was as if she had fled from him. Only then did Gajeel look up, looked at Levy. His eyes fell on the plastic bag in his hand and he frowned. He pulled the pierced eyebrows together.

"Levy ... ", he began and she giggled slightly, stroking her lower abdomen and his eyes grew big. He still knew exactly what she meant and became deathly pale. But his girlfriend giggled again and pointed towards the bathroom. Relieved he slipped deeper into the couch. Which really amazed her, because he was so damn big and there wasn't so much room.

"Do I have to talk to Natsu?" he asked when Levy had tried to get a cup from one of the kitchen cupboards and froze.

"What?

"Cobra will be the next and Natsu will be his deputy, don't forget that. He's also a gang leader, Levy. If she is pregnant, Natsu should know that," Gajeel asked and looked at his girlfriend waiting. She sighed and looked at the door, then she came to her boyfriend on quiet soles.

"You keep your mouth shut. Natsu does not know that they actually had sex, okay? I told you this in confidence because I wanted your advice. Not that you'll hang it on the big bell right away, okay?" she looked at him with contracted brows and Gajeel snorted slightly, then he pulled her down at her neck because she had bent down a little to him and lovingly kissed her.

"If he beat me to the hospital, you may take care of me", Gajeel grinned dirty and Levy giggled. She knew exactly what kind of care he wanted. She pressed another kiss on his lips, then she detached herself from him, took the required cup from the cupboard and disappeared into the bathroom. It was modern and contrary to tradition, it was not a separate bathroom from the toilet. That was absolutely untypical and at first she was a little disgusted because she found it unhygienic, but at some point she got used to it. The white electric light gave something cold and clinical to the white tiles that stretched across the floor and walls. To the right of the door was the sink with a small bathroom cupboard where she kept toiletries, cleaning supplies and toilet paper. Opposite the sink was the toilet and opposite the door the floor was a little deeper. One step had been let in. There was a narrow bathtub on the left wall and a shower on the right. That way the water would not run into the apartment.

Lucy sat undecidedly on the folded down toilet lid, had clawed herself into the wide black sweater. Levy frowned briefly as she scrutinized the garment. It clearly didn't belong to Lucy. It was too big for that, because one got the impression that she was wearing nothing but the black tights underneath. And Levy realized that Lucy apparently had a sweater from Natsu. She decided not to say anything. If that helped Lucy, it was a good thing. She put the bag and the colorless plastic cup on the small cupboard and the plastic rustled. It was like a starting shot in silence and Lucy raised her head jerkily, bit her lower lip and breathed deeply once.

She seemed so panic-stricken, so anxious, as Levy had rarely seen her before. Normally the blonde beauty was a picture of absolute self-confidence. She had an absolute hammer body. Busty, which was due to the British-Japanese descent of her great-great-grandmother, blond and slim. It was not unusual for Natsu to mess with one of the older students who wanted Lucy as a toy. Levy started unpacking the four pregnancy tests and lined them up neatly. Then she handed the cup to her best friend who turned red. Levy sighed.

"Believe me, that makes it easier," she replied, then turned away to give Lucy some privacy. After she peed in the cup, Levy put the cup on the cupboard. She had completely unpacked the tests, pulled the cap off each of the tests. Then she set the timer of her cell phone and dipped the test strip into the urine, then she put the cap back on the test and did the same on all the other three tests, then she set her cell phone to one minute and now it was time to wait. She turned to Lucy, who had washed her hands in the meantime and was now staring at the tests nervously and with big doe eyes. Levy also washed her hands and then hugged Lucy. She trembled and clung to her best friend.

And so the seconds passed. Silence lay sluggish and heavy over the room. Lucy had the feeling that it took hours, although she stood here for only a minute and waited for the result. She prayed that it was a mistake, that she was not pregnant. Her heart was beating up to her neck and the smell of Natsu's sweater she was wearing didn't make it any better. The beeping of the phone timer tore the silence apart and Lucy flinched as if she had just been beaten. Levy detached herself from her, pushed Lucy onto the closed toilet lid and checked the tests. And there were two strokes on each one. She swallowed. Lucy would collapse. That was something that should never have happened. Levy held a deep breath, took all four tests in her hand and turned a little stiffly to Lucy, who squatted on the toilet just before a seizure and trembled like aspen leaves.

"Lu-chan," Levy beeped quietly and Lucy stared at her best friend with her eyes wide open. Levy approached her and held out the tests. Levy's heart was pounding and she felt as nervous as when she did the tests herself. The probability that Lucy was pregnant was 99%.

With trembling hands, Lucy grabbed the plastic they were holding out to her and her eyes fell on the stripes. A whimper escaped her lips and then hot tears dripped on her hands, on the dark fabric of the sweater. She became dizzy and everything turned. She couldn't breathe and tried to breathe, started hyperventilating. Her thoughts rested. How would she explain this to Natsu? How would she explain that to her family? She was 17 and pregnant. She was not married and she had lied to Natsu. The four tests fell out of her hands and she jumped up jerkily, escaped from the bathroom. She had to get out of here, she couldn't breathe. Blind with tears she crashed against the wall and shook her head, staggered along the wall. Away, just away.

"Lucy," Levy shouted and the blonde started running again, fleeing out of the apartment.

Levy didn't react soon enough. She knew what a horror it had to be. She swallowed as Lucy fled the bathroom and crashed against the wall in her panic. She followed her, trying to stop her. In that state, anything could happen to her. Gajeel looked up confused as Lucy staggered along the wall. Levy hurt to see her best friend like that. Illegitimate children were considered misfortunes and she swallowed again. Then she called for her best friend, wanted to reach for her, but it was like a starting shot and Lucy escaped from the apartment, sprinted in a lightning speed down the hall and almost ripped the door off its hinges. Gajeel cursed and jumped up as well. Levy had tears in her eyes.

"Levy something to ... "

"She's pregnant ...", Levy brought out and swallowed easily. Then she looked at her boyfriend and knew that he would act. He almost jumped over the glass table, which stood in the way to go after Lucy. He didn't admit it, but everyone liked her and in this state the danger where she was blinded by panic and tears and ran in front of a car or train just too big.

"Okay, we look for her. The others too?" he asked and with every second that passed he became more restless. Levy just nodded hastily. It didn't matter if someone found out now. If something happened to Lucy, it was much worse than anything else.

She sprinted to the door, followed by Gajeel, who started the telephone chain for such things. He left out why Lucy ran away in panic. She slipped into her shoes, took Lucy's with her. She was walking barefoot. In spring. She bit her lower lip, then she ran off. Gajeel followed her, but at the elevator he still gave her her mobile phone and her house key, which she had forgotten. Levy herself was on the edge of losing her mind.

Please not Lu-chan. Not my Lucy ..., she thought desperately while the elevator appeared. Then they got in and Levy prayed that she was just downstairs, but the odds were slim.

[crazyzaika]

Love on Detours - Chapter 2

Hey guys,

and here we have chapter 2. I hope you like it. Let me know what you think. And until now, its unchecked, but it will be checked.

Greets Z

Chapter 2

She was afraid of going back to class. Noise came out of the classroom and she heard the loud crash, heard the splintering of wood. They were fighting again. She didn't know it any different and it didn't surprise her either. Shortly she swallowed and bit her lower lip. It was a real miracle that nobody at home had noticed that she had come home Saturday morning at 5. That had been almost too easy. However, she had absolute panic, the message on Line that he had sent her ... did he remember? It was more normal for her to remember and not for him.

It scared her. So much that she could barely breathe. Redness spread to her cheeks as she remembered his message. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, swallowed lightly and felt the nervousness in her rise.

Luce … we have to talk.

And suddenly an arm wrapped around her shoulders and she froze. Her eyes widened as the scent of his after shave rose into her nose and enveloped her. Her heart was beating up to her neck and a deep blush was burning on her cheeks, but she didn't dare turn her head to look at him.

"Hey Luce," he said quietly and she could hear his insecurity. Carefully she lifted her eyes and looked into those dark eyes, swallowing lightly. He grinned at her embarrassedly.

"I have to talk to you, Luce", he said and she saw the blush on his cheeks. Natsu was embarrassed and apparently he seemed to have thought seriously. She wanted to detach herself from him, but the grip only tightened when he realized her intention and he simply pulled her with him.

"No excuse, let's go. The ones in there are only fighting each other, you can't learn anyway. I don't know how Levy always manages that," he said and she stumbled after him, followed him through the dirty and garbage-strewn corridors of the school. She looked at the floor. The linoleum seemed to be much more interesting than anything else. Natsu dragged her up to the school roof and couldn't be stopped by the locked door to the attic either, he just kicked the door open.

Warm summer air welcomed them as they stepped out. She looked up as he pushed her further onto the roof and then closed the door. Lucy clung to the hem of her skirt and didn't know what to say or what to do.

"So... we...", Natsu started and pushed around. Lucy slowly raised her eyes and looked at him. He stood in front of her and was a bit insecure. His gaze was on the floor and she swallowed. A slight breeze plucked at the confused salmonhaired boy and at the red and white striped tie He had buttoned the white shirt with the emblem of the school messy and it was crumpled. He had rolled up his sleeves to his elbow and she could see the narrow scars on his tanned skin. Her heartbeat became faster and faster and her throat tightened. She had the feeling she couldn't breathe.

"It was..." he began again and she looked at him. Apparently he didn't know what to say. Lucy bit his lower lip. She didn't know what to say herself. Did she love him? Yes. But they were best friends and she had always held back, never wanted to risk it. She swallowed easily and bit her lower lip. Did he think she was expecting something like a relationship now? She had said something like that before. That she only wanted to go to bed with someone she loved. And she swallowed. Obviously he remembered it well. And he didn't want her to suffer. She looked at him, but she knew that he did not love her. That he only saw her as his best friend. Pain burned in her heart. She would make the decision for him.

"Natsu ... I can't remember anything", she said and lied to his face cold as ice. She smiled and had put on a wrong mask. She was good at that, but she had never lied to him before. Because he was her safe haven, where she could be herself. Her heart was beating up to her neck and she felt insane. Natsu looked at her and blinked confused.

"Uh... really?" he asked carefully. He seemed confused. Lucy laughed quietly and stepped closer to him, grinning like she always did.

"Yes ... sure, it was a real shock ... waking up next to you, but ... we are best friends or not? And we were really drunk. That's when it happens. Besides ... I looked ... and I'm still a virgin, don't worry. We didn't have sex, if that's what you think," she said, and now he seemed honestly confused. Blinked. Pain burned in her heart. She lied to him so boldly in the face and she knew she betrayed him with it somewhere and knew if he got to know the trouth ... then she would be on the ass, then this friendship would be they both so long joined no longer. Even if she lied out of pure fear. She did not want him to force himself into a relationship because they had had sex. Lucy smiled broadly. She didn't know if he remembered anything, but so far ... it had always been so that he couldn't remember anything when he had drunk so much alcohol.

"Natsu ... come on. Don't look so droopy. It's not the end of the world. We'll be best friends after all, won't we?" she asked and leaned forward a bit and looked at him waiting. He swallowed and then nodded as he looked down at her. She beamed at him, turned around and then hopped to the door leading down from the roof.

"Super", Lucy looked at him again, then she grinned broadly, "I'll go ahead and Natsu, don't make such a face. I won't twist a rope out of it," she said, opened the door and left the roof. The heavy door crashed into the lock behind her and her face distorted, becoming a mask of pain. Tears came to her eyes and she sniffed as she walked down the stairs. She had lied to Natsu. She had decided for both of them that nothing had happened and had given him the opportunity to pretend that nothing had happened and that they had just slept. Naked. But they were best friends and she wanted to keep that. She didn't want him to force a relationship on him with her just because he felt he had to make her happy. And so ... so they could act as if nothing had ever happened. Her heart whimpered and she felt her throat shrink. It was so wrong to lie to him, but ... she couldn't catch him like that, could she? Not like that. If she started something with him, then because he loved her too.

Hastily she wiped away the tears and ran to the girls toilet to wash her face. She did not want him to know that she had cried. Sniffing she stepped in front of one of the mirrors and looked at herself. Somehow she looked up ready. Her skin was pale and her eyes red and you could see that she had cried a little. Deep dark circles were under her eyes as she hadn't slept much all weekend. She looked at her hair. They were a mess of hair.

Quickly she rummaged out her pocket for eye drops and concealer and her brush. She would give him no reason to doubt. Nothing had happened after all. She put a few drops in her eyes, blinked violently and then dabbed concealer over the redness and dark circles. She quickly combed through the hip-length hair so that it looked at least halfway reasonable. Then she threw everything back into her pocket and ran to her classroom, opened the door and silence lay over the raging class. Everyone stared at her and she stared back.

Lucy tightened her shoulders, walked through the rows of tables to her seat, dropped her bag and sat down. The others ignored her and the usual turmoil continued. Levy, sitting a row in front of her, had turned to her and moved her chair a little closer to her table.

"Lu-chan ...", she began and Lucy let her head fall on the table top.

"What?"

"I can only remember darkly, but... didn't you make out with Natsu at the party?"

Lucy moaned annoyed. Did the topic really come up now? She had hoped that nobody had noticed, but apparently she was wrong. She sighed slightly, then lifted her head and looked at Levy. She was narrowly built, dainty and no one really knew how a smart girl like her had ended up in a school like this. But Lucy knew. Levy had run away from home and fled to her boyfriend, with whom she had gone to the same middle school. She knew that Levy's father had beaten her, that things had got worse and worse because he was an alcohol and gambling addict. And now, thanks to Gajeel and his father, she had her own apartment and had come to this school with him. If she had good grades, then nothing else mattered. Her best friend looked at her waiting, the big brown eyes innocently big. No one here touched her, because no one willingly messes with Gajeel. Lucy sighed.

"Yes ... ", she grumbled at Levy's question and Levy turned red, but giggled and leaned a little further forward.

"And how far did you get?

"We did it ... ", Lucy whispered and burning redness spread over her cheeks. Levy beamed and you could see that she was happy for Lucy, she knew how much Lucy loved Natsu. But then she saw the sadness on her best friend's face. She saw the pain on her face and concern lay in the features of her narrow blue-haired girlfriend.

"Lucy," she asked and then the sliding door of the classroom was opened again and Natsu entered the classroom. He was surprisingly quiet, came into the classroom and then sat down next to Lucy. She immediately stood up and put on a carefree smile. The smell of tobacco penetrated her nose and she blew up her cheeks briefly.

"Naaatssuuuu," she said, pulling her brows together as she turned to him and gave him a headbutt. He flinched and stared angrily at Lucy.

"Luce, what are you doing?"

"You shouldn't smoke! That's not healthy for you," said the blonde and put her hands on her hips. He snorted and turned his eyes to the side, while blush spread to his cheeks. She had a guilty conscience towards him, but she didn't want to lock him up. That just didn't suit him.

"Leave me alone with that," he growled and she blinked. Was he in a bad mood? She sighed slightly. She grabbed her chair, turned it to him with the backrest and sat down on the chair with her legs apart so that she could lay her forearms on the backrest. Then she stabbed him in the cheek with her finger.

"Naaatsuuuu," she said and pulled a light pout. Something that always worked normally, but he just grumbled and she kept stinging. She saw his muscles tense after four more minutes and knew she was teasing him. She knew he didn't like that. But she wanted to tease him a little, to ease the tension between them, to dispel his doubts and to behave as usual.

"Neee ... Naaatssuuuuuuuu," she said and grinned broadly. It was fun to annoy him because he was always so easily annoyed by her. Anyone else would probably not annoy a yakuza's child and find it funny, but Lucy knew him from elementary school and he wouldn't hurt her. So she kept poking him in the cheek. Then he growled irritably and snatched after her finger, which made her jump back in shock. What the ... ? Did he just try to bite her fingers?

"What do you want?", he asked irritatedly and obviously angry. Her heartbeat accelerated and she looked at him waiting.

"Are you mad at me," she asked after a short hesitation and he snorted. Redness spread to his cheeks. He didn't tell the truth, she noticed, but he didn't lie either.

"No," he growled and then yawned. She blinked and pulled up her eyebrows.

"Ah ... you are tired?" she asked with a grin and he put his head to his neck.

"Yeah ... ", he grumbled and his voice sounded rough. Lucy smiled. Goddess how she loved this idiot. Then she rose, grabbed his right arm and pulled on him. Or at least tried, because Natsu wouldn't move if he didn't want to.

"Come on, you get your chocolate milk, then it's to the infirmary," Lucy said and giggled. After a rumbling Natsu rose sluggishly and followed her reluctantly. Then the front door of the classroom opened and a tall man with light brown longer hair came in. He had an angular face, clear features and even the shirt could not hide the muscles. Suddenly calm returned to the class. But that wouldn't stop Lucy from taking Natsu to the infirmary so he could go to sleep.

"Hey, where are you two idiots going again?" her class teacher yelled and Lucy looked at him cool.

"Leave us alone, Gildarts-Sensei," Lucy hissed, snorted and then pulled Natsu out of the classroom with her. He was tired, so she would make sure he could sleep. And she had her tricks there. One of them was to supply him with his beloved chocolate milk first, then he was more peaceful after waking up. She knew exactly how to deal with the beast in him and acted accordingly. Given his mood, it wouldn't be surprising if he beat someone else in the classroom to the nearest hospital. It was funny in itself when he was irritable or sulking, but when he freaked out, the fun was over for her. Because then she could often hear that he was a monster and that she should end the friendship with him. Something she had absolutely no desire for. They went to one of the vending machines and she pulled a pack of chocolate milk. While he was drinking it his mood seemed to improve and she almost dragged him to the infirmary.

" Morning Dragneel-Sensei", she greeted the school nurseGrandeeney, who was among others Natsu's mother. The slender, cool beauty turned to them and sighed annoyed when she saw her son. She had hip-length white hair, blue eyes and her skin was as white as milk. She was an absolute beauty who was usually very gentle, but she was worse than the men in her family and they were all afraid of her. Lucy saw Grandeeney's left eye twitch.

"Lucy, what is my ungrateful brat doing here again," she growled irritatedly. The blonde smiled and swallowed. Then she pointed to the chocolate milk and the woman sighed. She rubbed the bridge of her nose and then snarled. Obviously she was not in a good mood and Lucy wondered if Igneel had talked to her. She did not hope. She liked Grandeeney, but this woman had a way about her that you couldn't refuse. And without saying anything else, Lucy pushed Natsu to one of the beds direction.

"Sleep for a while ... I'll come back to sports and wake you up," she said, smiled and closed the curtains so that he had his privacy. Then she smiled at his mother, who returned that smile only slightly and she made her way out of the room. Her heart was beating up to her neck and when she closed the door of the infirmary behind her again, she sighed in relief. Good, that was done.

"Have you talked to her?" she asked and pushed the white curtain aside again and looked down on her mistaken son. Her eyes were as cold as ice. Natsu slurped out the rest of the chocolate milk and crushed the drink pack. He sighed annoyed and let himself fall backwards.

"I tried ... but she said we only slept and did nothing", whispered into the silence of the room. You could hear that he wasn't enthusiastic and for a moment a face was pulled out. He didn't want to hurt her and had come to terms with it, had made friends with the thought that they could have a relationship. He loved Lucy, without question, but ... so far he had never perceived her as a girl. Never seen her as a woman. She had always been just Lucy. Burning redness spread to his cheeks and he heard his mother's annoyed sigh.

"Like your father", she growled and sat down beside him on the bed. He laughed quietly. For everyone else it always seemed as if his mother didn't like him, but he knew that she loved him. Otherwise she would have strangled him long ago.

"Did you at least use contraception?" she asked then and her voice was lurking. Natsu swallowed easily and bit her lower lip. He only remembered the party vaguely. It had clearly been too much alcohol. But what he definitely knew was that they had been too drunk for contraception. Although he wasn't sure if they had actually had sex. Lucy had denied it and actually she had never lied to him.

"No ... but ... Lucy takes the pill as far as I know," he said and his mother laughed slightly.

"That means nothing at all, with the devil's semen of this family," she growled and Natsu straightened up jerkily and stared at his mother with big eyes.

"What ... "

"Your father and I weren't married when I got pregnant with Cobra, you idiot. We even used contraception. But look at your family. Igneel's sperm obviously made it through the condom," she growled and Natsu turned flaming red. That was obviously unpleasant for him.

"Kaa-chan", he said and rubbed his nose, looked tense and embarrassed to the side. His mother snorted, then she punched the edge of her hand on his head. Pain twitched through his skull and he rubbed his head.

"You are all idiots. I should have you all reversibly sterilized. And I think Wendy and Juvia will get a chastity belt soon," she said and nodded slightly. Natsu swallowed and shook his head.

"I swear I'll never do it again, okay?" he crawled a bit towards the wall. His mother growled irritably.

"Cobra got another girl pregnant. Some slut like that. Kinana or whatever her name is. And Juvia? She keeps running after this Fullbuster boy. If they weren't in the bed yet, I don't know either. I don't want to be a grandmother yet, all right? You're all underage and the place is already full of idiots. Idiots with brats on their necks would be even worse," she hissed and Natsu swallowed again. He nodded and goose bumps had spread all over his body.

"You will talk to her, all right? If necessary get on her nerves!"

"But ... Mom!"

"Don't come with me But Mom," Grandeeney hissed and rose jerkily. Natsu flinched and nodded slightly.

"But if she doesn't remember and I'm just not sure if we really had sex or not! Normal ... Lucy is quite drinkable and ... ", he replied, chewed on his lower lip and stopped, "she said she was still a virgin. She never lies to me, Kaa-chan. After all, she has no reason to. And ... if she does then ... "

Grandeeney sighed and felt a headache and massaged her temples. She loved her children, her family and even her stupid husband. But sometimes she just wanted to lock the whole damn gang up or sink them in the next river. And Natsu was so damn careless that it already hurt. Her eyes were on her son again. But that Lucy and her son hadn't slept together surprised her. They had heard the two loud and clear. Hadn't been to be overheard either. Did Lucy lie? And if so, why? Grandeeney had known the blonde girl for a long time. She knew exactly that she had no reason to lie to Natsu.

"When she arrives and tells you that she is pregnant, you will have your ass in your pants and take care of her, right?", she asked and he nodded violently. Now he might have promised her that, but did he know what it all meant? He would have to do everything for Lucy. And if that meant he had to buy ice cream or chocolate in the middle of the night, then so it was. She remembered how she was almost freaked out every time she was pregnant. Except for the fact, that Lucy had lied to him then. But ... what if Lucy did it out of fear? She knew how much Lucy loved her Natsu. She had seen it in her eyes. And the fact that Lucy went to this school because of Natsu was obvious. That her son hadn't made it yet, while all the others were betting on when the two came together, was a real phenomenon anyway. She knew Natsu wasn't an innocent lamb. It wasn't anyone in this stupid pile. Grandeeney sighed again and dropped onto the swivel chair, then pulled out her papers and started working.

[crazyzaika]

Love on Detours - Chapter 1

So my dears,

I'm translating this and hope you like it. I know, this sort of story isn't really new. But I never had read a good story with this and so … yeah. Tell me your thoughts. Oh and some terms. And it's not checked, but it will be. So pls be nice on false words and stuff.

Oyabun = the head of a yakuzaclan

Kobun = the biological or adopted sons of the Oyabun.

Summary: Lucy Heartfilia lives with her sister Michelle, her cousins Mirajane and Lisanna with her grandfather. Together they all have a quite peaceful life in the temple. If only there wasn't her friendship with Natsu. Nobody from her family likes him, everyone hates him and thinks that he has a bad influence on her as Kobun, the son of Oyabun Igneel Dragneel. Until now she always thought that this was simply a hair-raiser, but then a harmless party ends with fatal consequences.

Rating: M - Smut, Violence, Bad Language

Pairings: Nalu, Gajevy, Gruvia, Miraxus, Hints on NaLi, IgGran, WenRo, Jerza

RL-AU

Greets Z ♥

Chapter 1

She heard the drone in her ears, distorted her lips and buried herself deeper in the warmth that enveloped her, rubbed her nose against warm skin and sucked the bitter scent of aftershave into her lungs. It was so comfortable here. She clearly didn't want to get up. And then ... slowly it came through to her what she felt.

Naked skin?, thought Lucy and opened carefully an eyelid. Her heartbeat accelerated as she stared directly at a well-trained chest. She blinked and stopped breathing. Was that a joke? As carefully as possible she looked up and at the sight she saw, her heart almost stopped in shock. He slept deeply and firmly, absolutely peacefully and definitely deeply relaxed. The first rays of sunshine pushed through the dark curtains and made the pink hair shimmer. She swallowed, feeling her dry throat. She felt like she had a furry animal on her tongue and knew she had definitely drunk too much yesterday. Redness spread across her cheeks as she carefully lifted the blanket and pressed her hand in front of her mouth to suppress a panic squeak. They were naked. Burning redness lay on her cheeks and she panicked. How much to the fucking ass of heaven had they drunk yesterday that a One Night Stand between them ... a buzz penetrated her ears and then she was pulled by two slightly scarred arms to a warm, naked body. She pulled in the air sharply and did not dare to move. Her heart hammered painfully against her ribs and she felt him moving again. He pushed one leg over hers and pulled her closer to himself. The redness on her cheeks became stronger and she felt his best piece ready and clearly pressing against her stomach with a morning boner. Lucy's eyes widened in panic and very carefully she raised her head. He was still asleep.

Okay ... just don't panic ... it's not even sure if we ... really ... too. Gaaaarrrr, come on, calm down. You just have to wiggle out of his embrace and get out of bed. And act as if nothing happened. He certainly doesn't know anything more about yesterday ..., she thought and swallowed lightly. Natsu was strong and she had already slept over a few times. He had the habit of cuddling and especially when he had been drinking he became affectionate. They had never been naked in bed before, but with best friends it wasn't surprising, was it? They were just best friends, understood each other without words and ... Sex was actually no option. She didn't find Natsu bad in itself, really not, but this friendship was simply too important to her. It was too important to her to want to risk it with sex. Lucy gently loosened the grip of his arms and carefully pulled her legs out between his. Her heart pounded to her neck as she slowly crawled to the edge of the bed, trying not to make a sound or wake him up.

She looked around and saw one of the large pillows lying on the floor, then shuddered, and before he could wrap his arms around her again, she pressed that pillow into his arms. Just in time, because his arms closed around the pillow like a reflex. He frowned and growled softly and Lucy froze. However, he didn't wake up and she climbed out of bed as quietly as if she had committed a crime and now had to flee. Hastily she picked up her clothes and put on her uniform again. She saw her bag, checked if everything was there, then she tiptoed to the room door. At the door she looked at him again and pain burned in her heart as he lay there and embraced a pillow. The light almost made his hair shine and fine dust fluff flew around, shining through the morning sun. She bit her lower lip, then she pushed herself through the door, closed it quietly again and swallowed, breathed deeply, then she walked quietly through the hallway, across the polished floor, past the living room.

If she was very quiet, no one would know she had been here. Then perhaps they could just ...

"Morning, Lucy."

She literally froze in the movement. Goosebumps spread over her body and her heart had stopped for a moment, only to return twice as fast. Very slowly she turned her head and looked tense in the direction from which this deep voice had come. The deep dark eyes of him hit hers and she swallowed easily.

"As I see you are already awake? Very beautiful. The next time you come by to send my son to heaven, please be quieter," Ingeel Dragneel sat at the table, drank a cup of coffee and then took a pull from his cigarette. Lucy blinked and then swallowed. Igneel pulled the newspaper towards him and smiled slightly as he blew smoke towards the ceiling.

"I don't suppose you were using contraception as drunk as you two were yesterday," he asked when she still hadn't said a word. She stood there stiff as a stick and her lips turned to a panic-stricken grin.

"G-g-g-good morning, Igneel-san," she brought out, and you could see her tension. He pulled a narrow dark red brow up, then sighed deeply, put the cup down, put the cigarette out in an ashtray and rose from his seat. His gaze was cool and controlled. He wore a simple black kimono and a Haori in red. The cloth gaped open and she saw the color of his tattoos, swallowed easily and then looked up slightly frightened. Igneel was the Oyabun* of his clan, the boss, and he towered over her well by 2 heads. Fear reached for her heart. He wasn't a bad person in himself, but he had an extreme protective instinct. Something Natsu clearly had from him. He stared at her and Lucy swallowed nervously.

"I... I don't know," she whispered and her voice sounded thin and trembling, not as strong and self-confident as usual. Actually she was used to that. Why did this frighten her so much? Her nerves were simply shattered. That was a fact. A grin spread on Igneel's lips and the hardness and cold disappeared from his features and made way for a shit eating grin.

"If you should be pregnant, then you come immediately to us, only that this is clear, yes?", he had bent slightly forward and she nodded mechanically. Her knees felt like jelly.

"Well, then shoo off. I think, you want to escape the embarrassing morning afterwards, don't you?", the grin broadened as she looked shamefaced to the ground and nodded. Igneel hit her shoulder and laughed quietly.

"Then let's go," he replied and dismissed her. Lucy didn't let herself be told twice and fled the old Japanese estate in a breakneck speed. She dodged clan members, sprinted to the entrance, slipped into her brown leather shoes, then ran on. A few of the clan members had followed her to the door in amazement and looked after her Kobun**'s best friend. They had never seen Lucy so panicked.

" Well if he did anything wrong," Metalicana grinned wide and dirty. Atlas stood next to him and laughed quietly. They looked at each other, then both frowned.

"So ... your son would do something like that but the little one?"

"What's going on here?" Skiadrum joined the two clan members and seemed quite bored and sleepy. Metalicana growled quietly. He and the black haired one didn't like each other, even if they were brothers.

"Lucy just escaped," Atlas said, scratching his back of his head, disarranging the long red hair even more than before. Skiadrum pulled a black brow up and his red eyes glided to his older brother.

"And you believe that the two ... ", he began, but interrupted himself. Reddish spread on his cheeks and Metalicana grinned broadly, laughed softly. His brother was once again as shy as ever.

She ran faster and faster, followed the road and fled. Her lungs were burning and her chest hurt. Panting, she stopped at a high staircase and paused for a moment. She hoped, no prayed, that he would not remember anything. Otherwise it would only make everything more difficult. Unwinned tears burned in her eyes and she straightened up again. The gaze of her deep, chocolate brown eyes glided to the stairs, followed her and glided over the Torii. She stroked the red lacquered wood and felt it leafing under her fingers. Soon she would have to paint it again. Her lips pressed together to a firm stroke, then she took the high stairs at a run, sprinted through the second Torii. Her gaze glided over the temple.

The courtyard was paved with large stone slabs and well maintained. A gentle bamboo grove surrounded the area and she looked over to the temple. Fear seized her senses and she felt her legs give way. If her grandfather or sister would find out that. She blinked violently. It was bad enough that his father knew.

No one here was particularly enthusiastic about the friendship between Natsu and her. Neither her grandfather nor her sister, not to mention her cousins, who also lived here. And that was only because Natsu was the Kobun of Igneel. And that Natsu was constantly fighting, always involved in brawls and Lucy had followed him everywhere and all the time. They had been at the same primary and secondary school and when her grandfather had wanted to send her to an elite girls' school, she had refused knitting. She had gone to a school full of delinquents for Natsu. Oh, how had everyone raved except Natsu. Even her father and mother had travelled there and had given her hell, but she hadn't let it get her down. She still wanted to be friends with him and there was nothing wrong with it, was there?

But last night, this party? She wasn't even old enough to drink alcohol after all, but that didn't stop Natsu or her. They had poured so much beer and sake into them. And wine. But everyone had drunk so much. Even Levy had shot the bird and Gajeel had brought his drunken girlfriend home. Lucy could remember pretty much everything. Again panic seized her senses. How did they think sex between best friends was a good idea? She bit her lower lip hard and her fingers clawed into her hair. Oh and Lisanna would be so damn jealous. She knew it already. Her cousin was head over heels in love with Natsu and she knew that he liked her somewhere, too, even though he had never really made an effort to do anything with Lisanna. Mirajane had taken care of that. And Elfman.

Hectically Lucy looked around, but still everything was quiet. Nobody seemed to have got up yet and she got up, hurried quietly over the stone slabs to the family house. Everything had been built in the old Japanese style. Carefully she walked around the house, then unlocked one of the exterior sliding doors, quickly looked around, took off her shoes and closed the door behind her again. Then she tiptoed to the sliding door of her room, carefully pushed it open, slipped into her room and closed the sliding door behind her again. She breathed a sigh of relief and her knees gave way and she let herself sink to the floor. Luckily it was weekend and she didn't have to go to school today. That might have been embarrassing. She swallowed slightly, then pulled herself up again, took off her school uniform and picked out normal everyday clothes. She briefly sniffed her clothes and distorted her face. Clearly, she would have to wash her uniform because it reeked of alcohol and cold smoke. Apparently Natsu had smoked like a chimney yesterday. Again, although he had promised her to stop. A soft beep sounded and she jerked violently. Quickly she pulled on her shirt and crawled to her bag on all fours, pulled out her cell phone and opened it. When she looked at the sender, she froze and swallowed. Natsu.

[crazyzaika]

between hell and heaven chapter 4

Hey guys, here we are. Chapter 4. Hope you like it. Let me know your thoughts. Again a big thank you to my beta doginshoes.

Greets Z ♥

Chapter 4

She went up the stairs and grinned wide. Slowly she felt the exhaustion, but she didn't let it show. She never had. Lucy knew she had stomped him into the ground and it felt great. She loved to play, loved magictag and of course, she loved to win. And probably it hadn't been fair to delay everything for such a long time, but he should feel what it felt like to be ice-cold finished. After all, he'd finished off these four unfamiliar teenagers and risked a big mouth. Then he shouldn't have to be surprised if he got a return. Natsu was a little further behind her, she could feel his anger and magic, but she didn't care.

When she returned to the entrance area, she grinned broadly and the others welcomed her. The boys grinned as wide as she did and Juvia and Levy fell around her neck laughing.

"Wow, that was an absolute mega performance."

"This was the first time Natsu had ever been so beaten up."

"SHUT UP", his angry exclamation ripped the hum of praise towards Lucy and they all looked at him. He snorted and fixed her angrily.

"So... how did you do that, huh? Did you cheat?" he asked growling and she pulled her brows together. Couldn't someone lose? Her lips turned to a broad grin, then she laughed.

"I'm a former active member of Virgin Star," she said, shrugging her shoulders. His jaw dropped down, "but hey. You took my challenge, so keep your cheeky mouth shut. Someone who plays with so little mind and love has rarely come across me. Even the guys from Red Death played with more devotion than you and we even got broken bones and if I hadn't dodged one of the shots from one of their snipers, I probably would have died. Magictag is not a game to harass others, all right? It's a tactical war game," she said, and coldness lay in her brown eyes. Her words had silenced the others. Levy looked at Lucy with big eyes. She would have died in the championships? Bewilderment was also in the faces of the others. Nobody had heard anything about it. Sure, there were injuries, but... it was only color with which they shot. Could someone really die? Natsu also frowned confusedly.

"You almost died? Through paint? Are you serious?" he asked and crossed his arms in front of his chest. Somehow he couldn't really believe it. Lucy rolled his eyes.

"Sure, when the weapons are restyled like Red Death's," she said, remembering how much impact the enemy's weapons had had. This team had wanted them all dead. She smiled and then pulled up the black long top that was close to her skin. She pulled it up to her ribs and when Natsu saw the ugly scar tissue that destroyed her flawless porcelain skin, he was stunned.

His heart stopped for a moment and everyone else was speechless. His anger seemed to fizzle out and he couldn't take his eyes off her skin and scar. Lucy just smiled and you could see that she carried this old scar with pride. The skin was reddish and was like a notch in the soft pale skin. The edges were bulging and it looked like someone had ripped something out of her body. Not deep, only superficial, but it was enough to destroy the perfection of her body.

"Unfortunately it was a graze shot", Lucy said and Natsus eyes flew up to her own. She pulled the cloth down again and he swallowed easily. She was even wounded and he realized that she took this game much more seriously than he had ever done. Before he could say anything, Lucy looked at her friends and grinned broadly.

"So... do we still want to play or do we go back to the dorm?"

"Uh... "

"Juvia would love to go back," Juvia replied and Levy nodded. She had just been shocked. She hadn't expected anything like this to happen to her new friend. And it scared her. Magictag was a war game, of course, but so far she had never considered it so dangerous. Lucy smiled. She understood it and nodded.

"Okay, then we'll go back," she said and waved to the boys, completely ignoring Natsu, and to the hall employee and saying goodbye. They left the hall and walked through the city back to campus. Lucy yawned cautiously.

"Are you tired already? Because of the game?" Levy asked and grinned slightly. The blonde grinned back and shrugged her shoulders. The game had been minimally exhausting. Real competitions were much more strenuous, because you had to keep an eye on several opponents. So she shook her head only slightly, grinned.

"Not from the game. That did wear me out a bit, but rather because of the ride," she admitted and grinned broadly.

Natsu ran his fingers through his hair and sighed slightly. His shoulder protested as he moved, but he ignored it. She impressed him, even though somewhere he was still angry about his scratched ego. But he just couldn't change it anymore. And if he considered it carefully, then he hadn't had a real chance to win against her. She had been in the professional league. Well, she had only played in the junior league, but still. Maybe she could become a member of the team? After all, the university also had a team. But they weren't really strong. They were rather middle class and even if he didn't like to admit it, it simply irriated him.

"And what do we do now?"

"Good question, ask another one," growled Gray. Natsu loosened his shoulders, at least he tried. He pulled out his lacrimapad, took a look at it and frowned for a moment, then his lips turned to a big grin.

"We have an assignment," he said and laughed quietly. The others listened, looked at Natsu, who took a cigarette from Gajeel, stuck it between his lips and ignited it with his magic.

"A mission", Laxus asked, and the boys started to move, left of the hall. Natsu nodded and blew smoke into the air.

"Aye, Raven Blood is causing trouble again," he noted, "Erza says a raid is planned in the western part. Must be a drug deal."

"Interesting. Who's running it?"

"Erza's unity. Mira will keep out of it this time. We're supposed to stop by. As a backup," he added, enjoying the taste of the tobacco flowing through his lungs. The others also grinned as Natsu lifted his gaze from the device's display and he saw the silent approval in the eyes of the others. They stepped into the parking lot in front of the building and ran to the motorcycles they had come on earlier. Each put on a magic headset so they could communicate on the road if necessary. He pulled the cigarette one last time, then flicked it to the ground.

"Well then, let's go stir up some idiots who think they can shower our city with drugs," Natsu said and they started their machines, which came to life with a loud thunder. Of course, it would be easier if they let a car come, but none of them wanted to. And they were in the southern part, so the western part wasn't too far away. Houses just flew past them as they shot through the streets. While they were driving in the direction Erza had given them, Natsu called her to let her know.

"Scarlett," she growled after a click and Natsu suppressed a laugh. Adrenaline was rushing through his veins. He loved speed and accelerated again.

"Jo, are on the way. Exact location?"

"The warehouses, you'll see it as soon as you get there," she just gave back and his grin became diabolical.

"I'm already really hot on it," he growled and heard the annoyed sigh, but Erza didn't say anything about it, just hung up. Natsu, who drove at the head of the small squad, made a daring turn and skilfully turned and drove in the right direction and his boys followed him without a moment's hesitation. Today he would be able to rip some asses open.

When they arrived at the warehouses in question, Natsu already heard and saw the fights. For a moment he pulled a light pout because nobody seemed to have waited for him. But well, his team was the backup. Simply because they usually broke everything apart. He saw Erza's red shining hair, which was just led by a wooden sword. She ducked cleverly under her opponent, hit her opponent's throat and he overturned, fell unconscious to the ground. Natsu turned off his machine, pulled the helmet off his head and let his gaze wander. A total of 10 members of Fairy Tail were present, who were ready to arrest about 20 criminals.

"Do they need our help at all?" asked Laxus, who leaned forward on his machine and looked at the whole thing. "It can't do any harm, can it? After all, we are the backup and so we can rub Erza's nose in that she needed our help," Natsu said and laughed quietly. Then he swung off his machine, made sure it didn't fall over and loosened his shoulders again, stepping towards the fighting ones. Oh, that would be fun and clearly exhausting, he was convinced. Better than the fight with Lucy. And he could let out his pent-up aggression on these idiots. A guy he didn't know ran roaring towards him, swinging an iron bar. Natsu skilfully avoided the attack and then kicked the guy in the face. Then the guy simply fell over.

"Well then, let's go", growled Gajeel and the others followed their leader.

Lucy pushed through the rows of seats. Today she had her first course, her first lecture and was looking forward to it. Her heart was beating up to her neck and she was already jittery to learn new things. And although she wanted to change, she continued to wear her old clothes. She had already got funny looks and that was absolutely unpleasant for her. She wore a white blouse and a long dark blue skirt reaching to the middle of her calves. Simple wedge sandals in black completed her outfit. Loki sat two rows behind her at her request. What could happen to her here? Someone sat next to her. The room was already well filled. And she looked up to see who was sitting next to her. When she saw Natsu next to her she flinched back. Confusion gripped her senses. What was he doing here?

He grinned at her and leaned back. Her eyes scurried over his appearance. He wore a tank top, black jeans, jumper boots and a black leather jacket. Her brow twitched upwards, but she said nothing. Wasn't he a year above her?

"Uh..." she brought out and he grinned wider.

"Hello, beauty. Long time no see," he said and she pulled her eyebrows together. Yes, it was exactly a weekend ago. She had arrived last Friday and luckily hadn't seen him over the weekend. And that was a good thing. He looked good, yes. But his character was just disgusting and she knew about his reputation. Natsu leaned slightly in her direction as the auditorium filled slowly.

"So... my little flower," he grumbled and she opened her eyes. Did he just call her a little flower? She blinked and snorted slightly.

"Leave me alone. Aren't you a year above me? Then what are you doing here, mhm?" she growled and he shrugged his shoulders with a crooked grin.

"I have to repeat the course", he said and her eyes widened. Then he leaned towards her with a grin on his face and came quite close to her. Too close for her taste and she leaned aside to avoid him. Something that automatically lifted her upper softness and made her stand out even more than before. He grinned and waggled his eyebrows.

"How about we learn together, my little star," he asked with a broad grin and she felt redness on her cheeks. Why did he have to give her these stupid nicknames? She didn't understand it.

"L... leave me alone. I will not learn with you. You can do that very well alone", she brought out, but she was insecure. It was other on the magictagfields. . Her heartbeat accelerated restlessly.

"Sure? I wanted to offer you to join ou university team without having to do the test," he said and shrugged his shoulders. A fellow student pushed Lucy roughly aside to sit down and she was thrown directly against Natsu. His face landed between her breasts and she hissed in shock, but he laughed quietly and detached himself from her.

"Team," she asked and frowned in confusion. Natsu shrugged her shoulders.

"Yes ... magictag. The university has a team but normally you have to do a test to be able to join us and ... normally we don't take girls, but since you're good ..."

"I'm in," she said, and her eyes were glowing. Her heart was racing. Magictag! The university had a team where she could play! His brows went up and the grin on his lips widened as he bent over again, grabbed a blonde strand and wrapped it around his left index finger.

"But only when you study with me, my Beauty," he purred and again her cheeks burned with shame at this nickname. It was unpleasant for her and why for gods sake did he play with her hair? She didn't really like that. She bit her lower lip and he leaned forward to her again. Uncertainly, she looked to the side and saw the professor of the course come in and put his documents on the desk. She swallowed. She wanted to play Magictag again and sighed.

"All right ... but only on one condition," she said and smiled at him. Salmon eyebrows went up.

"And that would be?

"Loki comes with me," she replied. He frowned his and went through his hair, but still didn't let go of her strand. Then he leaned back and shrugged his shoulders.

"For all I care," he growled and she grinned. Then she pulled on her strand of hair and he reluctantly let go. She turned her eyes forward to the professor and listened to his explanations. While he explained things, she took notes and her thoughts were completely fixed on them. Magic in combat was incredibly wide-ranging.

"Read chapters 1-5 until the next lesson and think about what kind of magic you want to learn to expand," the professor pushed his sheets together, Lucy eagerly scribbled his homework, "see you all on the next thursday."

And so he finished the lecture. Lucy bent down and picked up her bag, which she had placed in front of her feet on the floor, then pushed in her notebook, pencil case and textbook and looked up. Natsu next to her was asleep in his chair. She blinked as everyone around her packed up as well. She frowned. Was he serious? He was asleep? In class? No wonder he had to repeat the course. She sighed and stabbed him in the cheek. But that didn't help. The girl who had sat next to her snorted amusedly.

"Just let the rowdy sleep, he'll fall through anyway, the idiot. How he made it to university surprised me anyway," she said, laughed hatefully and marched away. Lucy looked after her with big eyes. How could anyone be so rude? Sure, he was a player and had also behaved quite stupidly, but ... was he such a bad person? After all, he had been accepted at university, hadn't he? He couldn't have been that stupid. She shook his shoulder.

"Natsu, wake up," she said quietly and ignored the giggling of the other students. Then Loki pushed herself to her.

"Lucy," he asked and looked at her waiting. Lucy smiled.

"Uh... I can't get him awake," she said and Loki looked at Natsu. His eyes became narrow. Then he grabbed the sleeper by the right cheek, pinched in and pulled Natsu up from the chair. This immediately woke Natsu up and he slapped Loki's hand away.

"Dude, what are you doing?" he nagged and rubbed his red cheek.

"Very nice, you're awake. Lucy-sama, can we go then?" Loki asked coolly and looked at his guarded friend waiting. She smiled and nodded.

"Yes Loki. We can," she said and shoved herself past Natsu, shouldering her bag, but the latter held her by the arm and pulled her towards him.

"Loki is a guy," he asked and pulled his brows together angrily. Lucy looked up at him, smiled and nodded. She took her arm from him and then quickly pushed Loki out of the auditorium and followed him. Natsu just let her stand. He clenched his hands to fists and was annoyed. His dark eyes followed the two and he growled. This Loki wouldn't get in his way. Under no circumstances. Lucy would belong to him!

AN: So ... thank you for all your support. In german, my story is up to chap 12. And I have to say: sometimes I really got depressed in so much desinterest in my story. I mean I ask myself, if my writing is not good enough because of so little feedback. And some people dropped my story, because not enough NaLu(even if I had written in my summary, that the mainpairings are NaLu, GaLe, Gruvia and Miraxus). And yeah ... I got depressed and had fallen in a deeeep creativydeep. And after I oke part in a little writingcompetition and put so much work and love into it, only one person ratet for my. Yes I know I'm selfish and stuff, but I requested myself: I'm not good enough? And that broke my creativity again. But then I startet translate this because some person wanted to read it and know here are we. You all are so sweet, giving me so much backup. Thank you. You're words are so important to me *overwhelms everyone with hearts*

And know I'm nearly crying haha XD

Love you guys, Z ♥

[crazyzaika]

between hell and heaven Chapter 3

Hey guys, know we are up to chapter 3 and the battle will begin. Hope you like it. Let me know your thoughts. And I know, Natsu is out of character, but bear with it. The explanation of his behavior comes in the later chapters ;)

Again a big thank you to doginshoe.

Greets Z

Chapter 3

She had slowed down her fall with magic and had landed softly and skilfully. She squatted, unrolled and jogged off. She knew exactly how to play, how to lure him so that he made a mistake making it so that she could crush him. Lucy was angry, furious with anger but not stupid. She knew for a fact that these guys had something on them. But she wasn't incompetent. She was an old member of Virgo Star and this team was just top class. Not without reason they had a regular place in the national youth championships since their foundation. They were able to keep up with the men and that made it so extreme. However, they also trained a lot.

 While she felt his presence following her, her body enjoying the movement, her muscles working, her heart pounding and adrenaline burning hot through her veins. She sprinted through the residential area in lightning speed and heard the shot. Lucy whirled around. Her gaze glided searching through the air and she saw the ball of paint flying at her. She skillfully dodged, then she grinned broadly as she saw Natsu come running towards her with a murderous look. She had obviously hurt his male pride. He shot again as she walked and she waited until the bullets were close before dodging. Again and again she dodged the balls of paint, which he shot faster and faster. When they were only 4 meters apart, he put the gun away while running, then he went into a fighting position. Lucy took advantage of that, took a lunge to the side, pulled her Mederia 44, jumped forward, rolled off and shot 5 times in quick succession. Paint splashed over Natsu.

 "PLAYER 2: 5 HITS, HEAD, SHOULDER, TORSO, THIGH, CALF. THE FIRST ROUND GOES TO PLAYER 1!"

The metallic voice of the surveillance system echoed loudly from the walls and a Lacrima transmitted everything. Lucy got up, laughed and started moving again. Natsu growled angrily and his gaze became even more murderous.

 That you will regret... to leave me here for 5 minutes, he thought boiling with rage and swore bitter revenge. She would suffer he had decided. And how her suffering would be great..

"Uh... why is he just standing there now?" Levy asked confused and looked at the Lacrima screen, which transmitted the broadcast into the air. She had rarely had the chance to play Magictag before and only knew the general rules. But with only two players playing against each other? She didn't know the rules of that setting. Her heart pounded against her ribs. Gajeel stood next to her, his forearms on the metal. Like everyone else, he stared spellbound at the broadcast.

 "The two carry a One vs. One. There are 10 rounds. If one of the players is hit and his clothes are colored, then the round is over and until the next round, the loser of the previous round is not allowed to move. One minute per hit," he said quietly. Then he took out a pack of cigarettes, pulled one of the cigarettes out of the pack, stuck it between his lips and searched his pockets for his lighter, but couldn't find it. Levy sighed slightly as a blush spread across her cheeks. She raised her hand, held her fingertips in the air, softly mumbled a word, then a flame came into being that burned evenly. Gajeel lit his cigarette on the magic fire, pulled it several times and while Levy extinguished the flame again, he grinned slightly, but didn't look at it. Redness spread over her cheeks and her throat tightened.

 "Thank you," he growled softly, and she bit her lower lip. Pain struck her heart and melancholy seized her.

 "Its all right,” she said quietly and frowned, "that means ... Lucy bought herself a five-minute head start," she looked at Gajeel now, even though it caused her physical pain to be so close to him. But she knew that he was not serious about her. She knew it, had learned it the hard way. He blew out smoke through his nostrils and then nodded.

 "Aye."

 "What do you mean? Will she defeat him?" asked Laxus. Levy had to grin and giggle slightly. So she had the boys' attention while she leaned on the railing with a broad grin on her face.

"She was an active member of Virgin Star," she said then and silence lay over the others. She looked at the guys who always followed Natsu so broadly and took part in his stupid betting game. Everyone looked at her with big disbelieving eyes. Gajeel stared at her for a moment and for a moment the cool look became soft. But that movement was gone so quickly that you could think he had never been there. The boys burst into a resounding laughter. That was so shitty again that it was amusing. Natsu was finished by a player from the youth professional league. Everyone knew what the reputation of this team was like, they all knew it. Natsu could not win this game at all. Natsu's friends were hanging from the railings and laughing at the irony that their buddy was going to be killed by a rich, spoiled girl.

 "So... what do you think?" Gray started and tilted his head while the counter indicated how long Natsu was still tied up. Lucy had meanwhile already arrived in the jungle and seemed to be building traps? He frowned slightly. She laid traps? How did she know where Natsu would ambush her? It had been about 2 minutes so far and when she ran towards the desert and seemed to lay traps there, he was confused. Such a tactic... he had not yet seen.

 "Eight to three for Lucy", said Laxus and grinned broadly.

 "Ten to nothing for Lucy," Levy replied and the boys stared at her. That Levy interfered was a rarity and she took the wind out of their sails.

 "I'm not betting, but I tell you, that's how it's going to end," she said, smiling broadly. Then she turned her eyes and attention back to the Lacrima. Juvia next to her bit her lower lip and watched spellbound as Lucy fought.

 Gajeel pulled on his cigarette and blew the smoke out through the nostrils. He looked down at Levy, who stared anxiously at the Lacrima, following her friend. His heartbeat accelerated. He wanted to touch her, taste the flavour of her skin again, smell her scent. At that time everything had just gone to shit. And if it hadn't been for that fucking bet, they'd be together now. He regretted that Natsu had chosen her as his target.

 "Levy..." he started and she flinched. Redness spread to her cheeks as she looked at him with an evil eye. Pain lay in those big doe eyes and it strangled his throat.

 "Leave me alone, Redfox. You said it very clearly back then. Just a bet, no more and no less. So leave me alone now," she hissed and he sighed. She would never forgive him, even if he knew that she loved him. He looked at her. It was in her eyes and he wished he had just shit on the bet back then. Or he could have just told her what was going on. Then it would never have come this far and he would not be in the shit now. He drove himself with one hand through the black, thick hair and sighed annoyed. A loud ringing sounded.

  "THE TIME LIMIT HAS EXPIRED! THE SECOND ROUND STARTS!"

She had laid traps and bombs of magic. It was an old tactic, which had only been used in her team when there were hardly any players left and the opponent outnumbered. She knew that men liked to call this tactic cowardly and underhanded, but she didn't think so at all. She was allowed and it wasn't as if she was going to wipe Natsu out with it. She would slow him down with it. It was also effective and she knew that he was hunting her. She simply knew it. A big grin lay over her lips and she rose out of the desert sand, looked around and looked up.

She saw the Lacrima screens, but players couldn't see the screen at all. A soft giggle came loose from her lips, then she loosened her shoulders. That was when she heard the loud noise of detonations and had to grin broadly. He seemed to be running through the jungle and not even paying any attention to whether there were any traps. A loud angry roar filled the air and she giggled. Then she lay down on the floor and waited. Between the end of the jungle and her was a good 100 meters. And she lay flat on the edge of a dune so that she was heightened and he was not. She would be able to see him. A broad grin distorted her lips.

And then she saw him. He limped furiously out of the jungle and cursed all the time. She suppressed a giggle. Just don't stand out now. She pushed herself a little further forward and aimed, waiting while he got closer and closer. Natsu was so angry that it could almost scare you. Again adrenaline flowed through her veins. Meanwhile he had bridged half the way to her and was fighting his way up the dune. Light fell on the cold metal of her weapon. He seemed to freeze and still wasn't fast enough. She fired a shot and paint poured down his face. He suppressed a curse..

"PLAYER 2: HEADSHOT. THE SECOND ROUND GOES TO PLAYER 1!"

 Natsu stood frozen in the hot desert sand and Lucy stood up, kneeled the few meters above him on all fours, then she stood up and snorted amused. Anger drew his face as the knowledge hit him. She grinned broadly, then she jumped into the air, landed next to him in the sand.

"Aww... hit again, poor little guy," she said giggling and then strutted past him. His body was tense and trembling with rage. She would regret this so much. He swore it to himself.

"PLAYER 2: 3 HITS SHOULDER, NECK, BACK OF THE HEAD. THE EIGHTH ROUND GOES TO PLAYER 1!"

He just couldn't believe it. Sweat stuck on his forehead and he growled angrily. His heart hammered against his ribs. Slowly he really had enough. He had simply not yet been able to land a single hit. And that irritated him to no end. He was a good player. He had always won all the games so far. And what was that? He lost against a girl. A rich one by the way. He had actually thought Lucy was a simple, classic doll, but no. She was clearly not a doll. His shoulder was still aching and he felt that this was clearly a strain on him. She had almost dislocated it earlier.

He knew he was at a disadvantage. She had three minutes again to ride things past and determine the place of the fight. Natsu had to admit to himself that he had made a damn mistake. He had underestimated a woman just because she came from a rich, noble family. But he wouldn't let it get him down that easily. If there was only the chance for him to knock her out. That would be his victory. If she couldn't do the last round. A broad grin covered his lips and his gaze wandered around. They were again in the residential area and he knew she was still here. She watched him, he could feel her gaze on him, could smell her, could hear her breath. He closed his eyes and forced himself to breathe steadily. When he ran off furiously head over heels and tried to get through the next wall, he would run straight into her crossfire again. Now he had absolutely no desire for it. He took a deep breath and felt the heat rise in him, breathed fire. Fire began to spread on the floor and became stronger with each breath. It seemed to pulsate.

"THE TIME LIMIT HAS EXPIRED! THE NINTH ROUND STARTS!

He felt her, heard her footsteps. His eyes opened, swirled around and he ducked away under the bullet that was racing towards him and paint splashed over the wall behind him. Natsu grinned broadly. Lucy stood on one of the roofs. Individual blonde strands had come loose from her bun and a draught of air whirled them around. The electric light played around her slender figure. She looked down on him and he sprinted off. She was waiting for him and he knew she wanted to play. She was a player and a simple victory would be too boring for her. He had come to understand that during this game. She didn't want to give him the victory and she didn't make it easy for him, but he wasn't a stupid little dog. He jumped forward and rolled off, crashed into the wall as more bullets hit the floor. His heart pounded deafeningly loud against his chest and echoed in his ears. Adrenaline was rushing in his veins. She was above him, he knew it, he could smell her.

"Wow... she's really as good as Levy said," Laxus said and took a sip of his Coke, grinning broadly. He liked Natsu, honestly, but sometimes it was good when he got a little mute. They all thought so, even if nobody said it. Lucy was standing on the roof of one of the houses, standing close to the edge, while Natsu had dodged one of her shots and leaned against the wall. They were impressed by Lucy's skill. Ten rounds were hard and when they thought that Lucy hadn't made the impression at first, it really seemed like she was going to win. Natsu simply had no chance. Gray had picked out some articles about Virgo Star earlier. For security reasons the names of the players on such a team were not published and they wore helmets. But they were amazed at how uncompromisingly and ruthlessly Virgin Star had fought their way into the youth league finals. There had to be so much training behind it that it was already abnormal. They only lost to one team and finished second behind Red Death.

"She thinks she could hit him reasonably from the position?" Gajeel asked out loud, expressing the thoughts of the others. Lucy looked down and you could see the grin on her lips. Then she stepped back a half meter, took a run-up, sprinted off, jumped into the air and while she was still in the air, spinning, she shot several times in a row. Natsu had also fired and silence was spreading. Lucy squatted on the floor and then rose.

"PLAYER 2: 5 HEADSHOTS. THE NINTH ROUND GOES TO PLAYER 1!"

"I can't believe that now," Gray said and stared at the Lacrima with his eyes wide open. Natsu had also fired. What had happened to the balls? Natsu just hit the wall furiously and then their eyes widened. On the floor blue paint was evaporating. One of the employees approached the perimeter.

"She fired six bullets, one fended off his bullet. If she hadn't, she would also have taken a hit. I'm really amazed that this girl is so good and that Natsu is in her pocket like that," he said and smiled slightly.

"However... she’s only playing with him," he said then and the others looked at him confusedly.

"In what way?"

"She could flatten him as soon as he could move again. The fact that she can take five precise headshots with a Mederia 44 shows what a damn strong opponent she is."

"She said she'd finish him off."

"Yes, but a Mederia is not a precision weapon. Not like a sniper weapon. And she uses it like that," he said, and silence lay over the students again.

"She is a former member of Virgo Star," Levy said quietly and the employee looked at her, then he laughed out loud.

"Natsu is sometimes so stupid," he said laughing, shaking his head and turning back to his work. The others grinned.

"Yes, but normally he has his heart in the right place," said Laxus. Levy snorted and attracted the attention of the others.

"Of course ... that's why you bet on whether or not you can get girls into bed. I know," she hissed and Gajeel's heart contracted. It hurt him to see her like that, but that was something he would not admit, he could not admit. Another whistle sounded and the tenth and last round began. Levy looked back at the Lacrima screens. Lucy jumped up in front of a house, grabbed a metal pole sticking out of the wall, and lifted herself up. She squatted on the bar. Natsu had followed her, ran around the corner and saw her, pulled out his gun. Lucy jumped up again the second he fired, dodging the bullets. Levy's hands clung so tightly to the metal of the perimeter that her knuckles turned white. Lucy pulled herself up against the house wall and disappeared on the roof. Natsu cursed, then he also jumped up, pulled himself up on the metal pole to follow her. Lucy looked over the house wall and shot. Natsu had apparently thought that she would run away from him and not that she was luring him into a trap.

"PLAYER 2: 4 HEADSHOTS. THE TENTH ROUND GOES TO PLAYER 1! THE ONE VS ONE IS FINISHED! WINNER IS PLAYER 1!"

[crazyzaika]

between hell and heaven chapter 2

Hey guys, and here is the second chapter. I hope you like it. Tell me your thoughts. A big thank you again to doginshoe, who corrected my stuff. She’s adorable.

Greets Z

Chapter 2

She was clearly in shock, staring at him with her eyes wide open. He had drawn her tightly to himself, holding her tight. She felt his warmth. His arms holding her. It was as if her mind had been shut down. And then something damp slipped over her lips and squeezed between them. Was that just his tongue? She widened her eyes even more and then she took a swing and rammed her knee between his legs. He retreated, crashed against the door frame and groaned in pain. Lucy's face was bright red and she hastily backed off as she hectically rubbed her lips.

"So you’re perhaps a prude?" he grinned then, while he holding his aching crotch and rage crept up in her. She narrowed her eyes. At the St. Virgo Star School for Higher Daughters was everything was taken from them, but they were also taught self-defense. She breathed heavily as she swung around then, turning, did a roundhouse kick and rammed her foot into his face. Apparently this pink haired lump didn't seem to have expected it, because he didn't defend himself and fell backwards. However, his strong muscles seemed to catch himself before he could completely fall down.

"Woo... you are fiery after all, huh?" he asked and rubbed the slight bruise forming on his face. She had kicked properly and held back at the base.

"I want you to disappear immediately! Come on, get away, you disgusting lout," she screamed angrily and slammed the door shut. Silence lay down across the hall and a few room neighbours stuck their heads out of the door. Natsu grinned broadly, laughed and walked on. This frigid virgin would belong to him. He would make her melt and make her beg for more. Oh yes, and then he would drop her like a hot potato. She would regret that she had kicked him and rammed her knee into his more sensitive parts. She would so regret that.

Lucy was upset. Normally she had an absolute cheerful nature and didn't get angry or vindictive quickly, but that was too much. To kiss her like that! What had thought occurred to this idiot? Levy and Juvia looked at her with open mouths and big eyes.

"Wow ..."

It came from Levy. Neither girl would have thought that Lucy could strike like that. The blonde flinched slightly, then she felt burning redness on her cheeks and smiled slightly.

"I hope I didn't scare you? At my school self-defense was a compulsory subject and after the murder of my mother father wanted me to always be able to defend myself," she said and smiled. She felt visibly uncomfortable that Levy and Juvia looked at her like that now.

"Oh, no problem. It is refreshing and reassuring that you can defend yourself," Levy said and beamed broadly.

"You know... " she began and then hesitated briefly, "I want to be honest with you, Lucy. That was Natsu. You should definitely stay away from him. He's a player," Levy said, and for a moment sadness flitted over her face.

"Just like his friends," she added. Lucy frowned. She had almost thought so. Who for god's sake just kissed strangers? Lucy mustered Levy a little closer. She seemed so incredibly sad and Lucy hurt to see the girl like that. She had been so friendly earlier, seemed so happy and joyful. Actually, she should still unpack, but she decided that she wanted to do something with them, if they would agree.

"Okay... let's forget about this idiot, he's not worth our time," she beamed at them and Levy blinked, but didn't return the smile yet. Lucy took a step towards Levy, reaching for her hands.

"Levy, Juvia, I want to be friends with you," Lucy began and now looked at Juvia, who blinked for a moment, "do you think we can do something relaxing but fun here?"

Waiting and with radiant enthusiasm in her face Lucy looked at the girls who first looked at each other and then at Lucy again. Levy smiled and laughed quietly.

"Of course we can do something," she replied and for a moment Lucy saw something glittering in her right corner of her eye, but Levy had blinked quickly. Lucy grinned broadly. Juvia giggled quietly, then she made half a jump forward and hugged Levy and Lucy.

"But what do you think is a good thing?"

"Mhm ... Magictag?" suggested Levy and Juvia looked at the small magician with big eyes, then she giggled and grinned broadly. Lucy frowned for a moment and put her head at an angle. Magictag? Did they play that here too? Lucy went to her things. If they would play Magictag, then she needed different clothes, so much was certain.

"You can play Magictag here?" she asked and looked alternately at Levy and Juvia and the two nodded enthusiastically. Redness spread over Levy's cheeks. Lucy had taken a skin tight shirt and shorts out of the suitcase. Both in black. Then she pulled out gloves and arm and knee pads. Levy and Juvia stared at her. Excitement seized Lucy, but she saw the looks of the two girls and laughed slightly nervously.

"Um... what is it? I thought we're going to play MT?" she asked and used a shortcut that only regular players normally use. Levy and Juvia's eyes got bigger than they saw.

"Um ... we're not very good and we play only in the club where the equipment is provided, but …” Levy started pointing at the clothes, "can it be that you are a regular player?”

Lucy turned red and then nodded. She cleared her throat easily, got rid of her clothes and slipped into the sportswear she had always worn at her old school. She didn't put on the protective clothing except for the gloves, then she picked out her fighting boots that had been made especially for Magictag. They were basically black, knee-high laced boots with steel caps and a special sole, as well as made of particularly robust material. She sat down on her bed for a moment and put on her boots, tied them tight so that she would have a good hold in them.

"Yes ... I ... was a member of Team Virgo Star," she noted and shrugged her shoulders. It had been her school team. Her roommates almost dropped their jaws to the floor.

"Virgo Star!" Levy screamed and Juvia only got out an eep. Lucy smiled slightly and tied her long hair up into a bun.

"Uh yes... " she began. Maybe she should have kept it a secret after all? Magictag in itself was not a classic women's game. It was a kind of tactical war game. There was a large team of 30 men, divided into three subgroups of 10 people. They competed against a foreign team of 30 men and moved through a magical field. Depending on the type of field, the ground could suddenly change or the walls could move.

The goal was to defeat the leader of the opposing team and get the flag, as well as take out so many members of the opponent. They used handguns, rifles and ranged bullets to shoot colour balls, which were operated with magic on their opponents. Close combat was also allowed. Lucy knew that her school team was quite well known and especially popular with the female fans, who were rather rare. She wasn't surprised that Levy and Juvia had heard about her team, but she was a little surprised that they seemed to be fans.

"I hope you don't mind," Lucy asked and felt nervous. She didn't want to make fun of them and swallowed easily. But Levy and Juvia beamed at her and seemed to be happy.

"That's just brilliant," Levy whispered and beamed at her with big eyes. Lucy felt a burning blush on her cheekbones. She reached into the suitcase again. She had instinctively taken her old equipment with her and now she pulled out a weapon belt and two leg holsters and the girls stared at her with big eyes.

"So then... do we play?" Lucy asked and put on her equipment. Levy and Juvia nodded eagerly. Her heartbeat accelerated and she felt howexcitement gripped her. She loved Magictag and looked forward to it. She advised the girls to choose the right clothes so that they could move well and then they made their way to the club where they could play Magictag.

"Your face... who stepped on your dick?" Gray asked and the others laughed quietly when Natsu came back snorting rage. You could clearly hear the sarcasm dripping from the black-haired student's voice, but he wasn't laughing. Natsu growled at him angrily. He was not amused. On the contrary, he was furious.

"She kicked me," he snarled and pointed his finger at his face. Laxus pulled his head up and Gajeel made a soft whistle.

"Hooohh, the little one has something on her,' he said quietly and grinning broadly. Black smoke came out of Natsu's nostrils. A sign of how pissed off he really was. There was pure murder in the dark gaze. He absolutely didn't like it when a woman rejected him, not to mention when she kicked or hit him.

"She kicked me in the face with a roundhouse kick," he growled angrily and hit the wall. Anger was boiling in his veins and he felt the heat and the irritation burning in his fire.

"How about a round of MT against the newbies," Laxus asked and Natsu looked up, then he laughed diabolically. Crush some newcomers? With pleasure.

"Crushing a few weak newcomers will certainly lifts my spirits," he growled maliciously. Normally he stayed relatively calm, but today had pissed him off so much. Natsu slid past his boys and they followed him. They had been waiting for him on the lawn earlier to see how the first contact was going, but they didn’t expect that the little Heartfilia would defend herself and apparently had some basic knowledge in self-defense and was able to do something like a roundhouse kick? Gray grinned slightly at the thought and denied the laughter.

They had walked about 15 minutes and were already here. And Lucy thought that was just perfect. So she could come here regularly. The building was big and had a strong resemblance to a block. It was plain and simple. The walls didn't have any decorations, as it was usually the case. A sign that the building had been built by magic. The walls were in a light shade of grey and the edge of a black roof was easily visible. There were no windows at all, just a wide black double door with a magical sign hanging over it. Lucy smiled slightly and her soul mirrors glided over the letters. Fairy Magictag Center, stood there in colorful, glowing letters. Excitement filled her senses and she was already looking forward to doing her favorite sport again.

"Aren’t you guys excited?" she asked and you could hear the anticipation in her voice. Her eyes shone with joy and she felt her heart beat faster ass if she had been running. Levy giggled quietly.

"You love Magictag, don't you?"

"Oh yes. It's an enormously exhausting sport, but... I just love it," she replied with a broad grin, then she grabbed Juvia's and Levy's hands and pulled them towards the door, beaming with joy. When they were only a few meters away from the door, it was suddenly ripped open and three panicked teenagers ran out. Fog and smoke followed them and wobbled out.

They were full of dirt, sweat and seemed absolutely terrified. A girl followed them, but stumbled and fell lengthways. She cried, trembled and tried to lift herself up.

"WAIT," she shouted in tears and the boys stopped, ran back to her and pulled her panically to her feet, literally fleeing. Lucy frowned.

"What the..." she started and Levy and Juvia seemed a little scared. A bad feeling crept up on her and the urge to leave was strong.

"L-Lucy... maybe..." Juvia began and put a hand on her shoulder. Lucy stared into the slightly lit hall, then tightened her shoulders and marched right into the hall. Something was wrong here and she would see why just four young people had fled panically from the magictag-hall. In her opinion no one should flee panic-stricken unless there was an acute danger to their lives.

Light fog and wads of smoke wavered around her and scattered the light of the ceiling lights, but Lucy was used to something like that and so she didn't bother about it anymore. The gaze of her brown eyes glided through the great hall, checking the situation.

The hall was huge. She stood on a kind of platform connected to a metal walkway that surrounded the entire hall, allowing spectators to watch a game from the outside. On the platform on which she stood, there was a counter on the right hand side, as well as countless shelves with equipment. The registration office for the players. On the left side there were long benches and tables so that waiting players did not have to stand around. A wide staircase led down into a sinking. Lucy stepped to a metal boundary and looked down. A playing field twice the size of a stadium extended in impressive size. There was everything the heart desired. A labyrinth, a desert, a snow desert, a jungle, a kind of canyon and a kind of inhabited area.

"Lucy?"

She turned to the voice and saw Levy and Juvia following her hesitantly. They were afraid you could see that in their eyes and Lucy felt the tension in the air, could almost smell it. But before she could say anything, she heard the laughter and the footsteps that came over metal and then a group of four young men in professional equipment came up the stairs. They laughed and joked. And Lucy sensed it immediately. These four were the reason why these other youths had escaped. Anger was flowing inside her and her hands were clenching to fists, trembling with rage. Next to her Levy gasped, but Lucy didn't know why. Her gaze lay on a guy. He just pulled a helmet off his head, the light shimmered in his salmon colored hair and his grin was wide. Her eyes narrowed into slits. And instinctively she knew it was clearly his fault.

"L-L-Lucy..." Levy began, but before she could say anything else, she had already stepped forward, put her hands on her hips and looked at the guys arrogantly.

"So it was you guys, huh? Do you enjoy torturing the weak? How cowardly are you," she said loudly and clearly. The guys froze. They hadn't noticed Levy, Juvia or Lucy until now, but her words echoed and all four stared at Lucy. She shifted her body weight, which also slightly shifted her hips, and as she looked at Natsu with a cold look, his eyes fell on her hips and his eyes narrowed. A dirty grin stretched over his lips.

"Hooohhhh..." he growled, "... someone wants to play with the big boys?" he asked and his voice dripped with sarcasm. Lucy snorted. Then she pulled a Mederia 44 out of her holster, unlocked it and shot at him before aiming. Since her weapon had a magic silencer, there was no sound and his eyes widened as red paint dripped from his forehead. Lucy smiled coolly, stepped close to Natsu and looked provocatively up at him.

"I’ll ram you unpointed into the ground, idiot," she growled and pushed him aside by the shoulder. Gray and Gajeel avoided her. No one said anything, everyone just stared at her while Natsu slowly turned around. She could really feel his anger. His magic came from him in pulsating waves, but that didn't itch her any further. She knew these types of guys. Guys who thought they were absolutely special.

On the stairs she stepped up to the railing, stood with one foot on the lower one of two rungs, then she lifted herself up and stood like that on the second rung, the railing. She turned slightly sideways and looked down at Natsu and the other boys. Icy cold lay in her eyes. Some wind came up and plucked at her blond hair, while she fixed Natsu in particular. He stared back grimly.

"Who do you think you are? I'll kill anyone who dares to challenge me, if its a girl or any other," Natsu hissed and wiped the colour from his forehead with a rag that had been handed to him by one of the staff, "especially from such stupid weaklings who think they can just mess with us!"

"You will not defeat me. Because you're not strong enough to beat me in Magictag, Natsu," she hissed and a scornful grin spread across her features. She giggled, which again caused anger to boil up in him. Oh, he would make her whine for mercy. A murderous expression spread on Natsu’s face.

"Come and catch me if you can," she said and the sight made him snarl angrily. Clearly, he would lay her down, would destroy her! His temper crawled through his veins cold and poisonous. She leaned forward and let herself fall. Shocked, the boys gasped, Juvia and Levy screamed and all rushed to the railing and looked down. Lucy fell the nearly 50 meters into the depth, turned in the air and then... she landed skillfully, rolled off and jogged away. Natsu growled and bared his teeth. His pupils contracted into narrow slits.

"May the game begin," he hissed and a vicious rumble followed his voice. Then he jumped after her without using the stairs. He didn't want to stop when he hunted this stupid, rich girl and killed her like an animal.