A NatsuxLucy one-shot :)
Okay. So, I'm going to introduce myself so no confusion is made any further in my story. I'm Natsu.
Alright, that's about all I can tell you. I am a secret agent for the FBI.
I'm just messing with you. I'm only a common suffer... I live in a world where waves are huge, girls are cute and slim, friends are plentiful, and mermaids exist. Yes, mermaids.
But before you even ask, NO, I am not one of those perfectly tan guys that say 'dude' and 'radical'. That's just so 1970s. I am a perfectly smart boy that just has some thing in his brain that doesn't work. I can tell you, though, that the large part of my brain that miss-functions would be really, really smart. But it doesn't work, so I'm only good in math and science and that's about it.
As well as being shockingly smart, yet un-shockingly stupid, making me pop out amongst my fellow surfing peers, I have pink hair. Yup, the most girly color out there, and God decided to curse me with it. He also decided to curse me with a freaking HOT mermaid.
Maybe God isn't all bad.
But I think I'm jumping into my story a bit to fast. So I shall start from the begging! Every Fairy Tail needs to start with a begging right?
Well, I woke up one day with my usual routine in mind...
"GET UP NATSU!"
"...I'm coming, I'm coming..."
Bursting through my door came a very impatient band of friends. Erza the girl that loves to control everything and Gray the idiot who just won't admit that I'm better than him. Gray is totally opposite of me. He's a suffer, yes, but he's more on the waves themselves while I do showy tricks. Also, he takes off his clothes a lot (a small 'habit' of his), so all you ladies out there, shield your eyes! Erza, the hot head (literally. She has red hair), is a lifeguard, as well as having a pretty sweet skill with some roller blades.
Erza grabbed my pink hair and yanked me out of my comfy bed that I had yet to get out of, and kicked me into the bathroom. Oh, I forgot to add in about her: she loves to kick Gray's and my ass. It's like it's her job or something.
Slamming into my ready, FREEZING, bath, I flip Gray off and throw him out of my bathroom. I heard a crash when Erza stomped out of my small apartment and slammed my door shut, signaling that I was going to have to clean up something else today. Stripping all of my already freezing cold pajamas off, I drained all of the water, and started the shower, this time cranking the nozzle all the way to hot.
Finishing my shower and hopping into my prepared clothes, I brush my teeth, two canines which were pointed unusually sharp, and fling myself out of the bathroom and out of my apartment window.
Don't worry; a five story drop isn't all that bad.
IM JUST KIDDING! It's a three story drop but there's a patio deck on the second floor, leaving a low enough drop so I didn't kill myself.
Landing in the empty place the board walk people had learned to not stand at six in the morning, I begin my regular walk towards my favorite place in the whole world.
The beach is someplace where all of my friends hang out. There's also a pretty big shack where us suffers like to chill. For the long years that I've been going there, we've been fixing the place up. A couple of tables, a cooler for drinks (there's alcohol, even though we're not at the age yet... (seventeen's close enough though, right?)) newspaper articles for jobs, and a whole lot of laughter. We haven't been able to paint the place yet, so it's still the sea worn brown that it was when we first got our hands on it.
I barge inside and head right to the table where Erza and Gray had silently claimed as our meeting place at the begging of each day. Plopping myself down, I greet everyone else at the table, and we started to talk. Mostly on the topic of waves, and some of my new tricks, a few minutes passed. Then, the door to the place burst open.
And thus the dare was given.
Gazille had sneered at me as soon as he walked through the door. "TONIGHT, you pink haired freak, is THE best wave out there. Or so the moon says."
Gazille is kinda like Gray. I hate his guts, but we still seem to get along. Plus, he's totally into the waitress, Levi, at the Surf and Turf restaurant. Don't tell him I told you, he'd beat the shit out of me. Anyways, he's an interesting surfer. He likes the waves with raw power, so he goes all out on nights with full moons. He has multiple nose rings that make him look Goth, and black spiky hair that stays spiky, even when it's wet.
I pressed my face close to him and grinned back evilly. "I am so gonna kick your sorry wet ass."
So I brought it.
It was a deep night. Black painted the sky with a huge white sphere screaming that it was full in the middle of all the darkness. The waves urged themselves higher and higher, wanting to crash at anything in their grasp. Salt air finished off the night as late-night seagulls screeched to their friends of where they were. Resting for a while, enjoying how my bare feet sunk into the cold sand, I glanced to metal head and grinned.
The waves were getting restless, as was my friend. He fidgeted every time one crashed, and I could see in the moons white touch that he tensed whenever a seagull cried out. Punching him in the arm, snapping him out of his eager state, we made our way to the small campfire that we planned to sit at after I was done creaming his butt.
Slipping on the wet suit (it's the most amazing invention ever. How Gray goes in there with only his swim trunks, I'll never know) I fixed the strap that lead to my long board tight onto my wrist. I bought it at a surf shop accompanied by Erza and my cat that I uh, 'accidentally' dyed blue (ah, the wonders of alcohol) named Happy. The cat was so famous, the owner of the shop, Makarov, didn't give a crap if the kitty was in the store.
Flames licked at the bottom of the board, flaring up until it consumed it all. The vibrant colors weren't just red, orange and yellow. There was some gold spotted in there, a very light blue, purple, and many hues of the three simple colors listed above. Gazille on the other hand had a solid gray board with a metallic look to it. It looked so much like metal itself; I was surprised that it didn't sink.
Beginning our walk towards the wave, we let our bare feet get used to the extremely cold water. Wadding out until our feet refused to touch the bottom, we hoisted ourselves up onto our boards. Lying down on the flat board, I began to swim to where I thought the highest wave would start.
For ten, long painful minutes of Gazille screaming at me to pass up the huge waves that drifted our way, he finally found one that was within his standards. And dude, I can not even explain how massive this wave was.
It towered at least 20 feet tall, looming over us like death itself. My instincts screamed to swim away, or dive under far enough to escape its wrath, but I denied it all. Grinning evilly next to Metal for Brains, we hopped onto our boards. The wave started curling at the end, creating a perfect tunnel to easily slide across. It felt strange, being surrounded by a thick black, salt smelling water ramp, since I'm so used to surfing during the day. But that's when things happened.
You know how characters in stories say that everything seems to slow down?
Ignore it completely.
Everything happened like I was fast forwarding a movie. I saw Gazille in front of me, escaping the tunnels walls, when the wave tipped unnaturally. The tunnel closed around me, and I only had a few seconds to grab as much oxygen as I possibly could, and stuff it in my lungs. The water shoved me down into its murky depths with evil intentions. I tumbled and turned, and for a second, I knew how poor Happy felt when I accidentally stuck him in the washer with my blue shirt that I had spilled maple syrup on only seconds before. (Blame Alcohol Brain people. It wants me to kill my cat, I swear.)
I heard a crack and felt the pull on my arm loosen. In the midst of all this, I managed an inner groan. There goes my board. Squishing my eyes shut to protect them from the sea water, I flailed my arms around, desperate not to sink down to the bottom. But they started to feel as heavy as lead and I started to feel really tired. Letting myself just float downwards where the thrashing waves above couldn't reach me, a soft hand grabbed mine. Guessing that the brink of death was near because this hand couldn't possibly be Gazelle's, I smiled softly.
The next thing I noticed was air being pumped into my lungs. Sputtering out water, I slowly opened my eyes. I was out on the land again and the moon was shinning above me as if showing my sympathy for the battle I almost lost. Sitting up slowly, I noticed thick dragging marks in the sand, but the water quickly swallowed those up so quickly I almost thought I was dreaming.
But I have the sharpest eyes that have ever walked this earth. I don't doubt them.
Wrenching my brown eyes from the sand when hearing rushed footsteps coming towards me, I saw Gazelle running to me with panic. His silver surfboard, I noticed, was next to the fire drying. As he skidded next to me to check if I was alright, I shooed him away and stood up.
"Some wipe out that was, right?" I asked him with a grin. He rolled his eyes.
"You hold the record for most alarming wipe outs, still." We laughed, and he made me promise not to go in the waves anymore tonight. I told him I wouldn't but that wouldn't stop me from coming here tomorrow and checking out the waves again.
Those were drag marks and I was as sure as hell that my soul didn't pump my lungs while I was waiting for death.
Something was out there.
I stood out at the sea, letting the sea lap at my feet, my sharp eyes starring out at the calmer sea than last night. I had my light fire read jacket on, letting it hang loose around me, the open flaps flying wildly in the wind. I didn't have anything on underneath- other than my pink bathing suit Erza got for me as a gag gift and to silence the constant slapping of the metal zipper on my skin, I shoved my hands in the pockets.
I stood there for who knows how many hours, just watching the different waves rise and crash against the sand at my feet. But then, my sight caught something out of the corner of my eye. Whipping around, I saw a figure about a quarter mile away, stumbling around, laughing it's face off. By the light sound, I figured it was girl and that she was probably drunk. I stood still with a large grin as I watched her stumble closer but then my face flamed when I realized... she was butt naked. She tumbled to the ground with a shrill cry of the f bomb and let out a large, exploding laugh that was gurgled slightly by the water.
Afraid that she was going to drown if she didn't get up soon, I sprinted towards her, and slid down next to her in the sand. She was indeed naked and I was quickly to toss my jacket over her overly large chest. Her big brown eyes looked up at me, her blonde hair splayed around her messily.
"WHO'RE YOU?" She cried, her eyes narrowing to look at me. Defiantly drunk. Though I've never seen her around town. Tourist?
"Natsu. Who're you, naked lady? And where the heck have you come from?" I asked with a smirk, shifting so I was squatting in front of her, my elbows on my knees. Before I realized what was happening her fist slammed into my forehead, knocking me to my butt. I rubbed the throbbing spot and watched her stand before slinging on my jacket and zippering it.
"I'm Lucy, and I came from the sea!"
I watched 'Lucy' walk around my small apartment, stumbling here and there, almost as if she wasn't used to her legs. NO, bad Natsu, she's a human drunk off her normal chair. Not a freaking mermaid. But she was certainly pretty. In the dim light of my apartment, I saw that she had long blonde hair that looked shinny despite the salt water she got cover with when she fell three times from walking along the beach. Her big brown eyes were taking everything in, touching this and that, flicking switches and trying to poke a wall to see if it moved. Her pale skin was defiantly that of a tourist, seeing as mostly everyone here was tan. Unless, of course, they bathed themselves in sunscreen.
"Don't you have this stuff from where you're from?" I asked as she squealed with excitement, jumping once in her place and skipping over to the TV, flicking it on. Happy suddenly crawled from behind his sleeping place, took one look at the girl who was starring at him with her mouth in an 'o', turned, and went back to his hiding place.
Her brown eyes shot towards me in question, and she said, "That was a... cat?" She asked, unsure of the word. I nodded and she beamed. "I told Father that those books weren't worthless!" She cried, turning back to the TV that was playing a princess movie. I turned to go wash up, not paying attention to the movie.
Quickly hopping into the shower, turning the water onto boiling, I washed the grime out of my hair and quickly did my body. Stepping out, I dried my self and threw on some underwear and shorts, along with a baggy shirt. I sniffed it to see if it was clean and sighed in relief that it was. Throwing it on, I padded into the living room again to see Lucy with a pen in her hand, marveling it for a moment before turning her gaze back to the screen. Aladdin was just about ending.
In my bedroom, I starting to look through my clothes to see if I had any other clean shirts, hoping I wasn't just lucky that I had gotten a clean one. Seeing that I had NONE, absolutely NONE, I let out a long sigh and figured that now was the best time to do laundry. I was one of the luckier people to get a washing machine in my house. Quickly tossing in a load, organizing the rest by color, I let out a groan. I hate house work.
Padding into the room, I saw Lucy hold up a piece of paper, marveling at it. She then grabbed the pen she was playing with and poked at the paper with it. The hardwood floor made her able to draw. Her face practically lit up like a light bulb as she formed a very shaky 'A' on the page. I starred at her confused. She had never written something...?
Suddenly Ariel's voice boomed from the speakers and the girl's attention was quickly drawn to that. Her eyes widened and she practically pressed herself to the crappy TV screen, eyes wide, watching as Ariel saved the prince. I rolled my eyes and flopped onto the couch, ready to just sleep. Closing my eyes, needing the loud buzz of the laundry to wake me up, I started to drift when I heard... crying?
Cracking open an eye, I saw Lucy sitting there, tears down her face, lips curved in a painful frown, her eyes following every movement Ariel made.
"It's like my story. It's exactly my story," she sobbed out, closing her eyes, making fists in her lap.
I rubbed my face and said through my hands, "You're not a mermaid. You're just drunk and when you wake up tomorrow morning, you're going to have the worst hangover EVER." I took my hands from my face and saw her starring at me, her eyes filled with anger. "Actually, looking at you now, you look like you're only ninetee-"
She suddenly stood up, and I could feel the wrath flying off of her and smacking me in my face like a thousand tiny Ezra's. She grabbed my wrist and hissed out, "You stupid little idiot." Dragging me off of the couch with surprising strength, I could only stumble along as she stomped to my bathroom.
"Lucy, what the hell are you doing?" I spluttered out as the blonde started to turn on the water, filling the tub. She felt the water and nodded with content. She turned to me with power in her big brown eyes and suddenly stepped into the water, sinking down into it so that it was up to her waist
"THIS, Natsu, you idiot," Lucy spat out again. She leaned back, letting her head rest at the curve of the tub, and suddenly I saw a change.
I don't really know if it was a change, but I defiantly saw something. It was a shimmer in the water- very weak. Then suddenly a flash of pink, and another shimmer, stronger this time. I looked up to Lucy, wondering if I was just seeing things, but I saw that her face was twisted into pain. Alarmed, out of the corner of my eye I saw another flash of pink and looked down. Almost gasping, I heard Lucy's victory sigh and stepped back, groping for something to grab onto.
There was Lucy, sitting in my red jacket in the water, with a freaking TAIL. It was just like the fairy tales- scaled, coming to an elegant shape at the end. And it was PINK. Despite the huge white elephant in the room, I laughed. Hysterically. Once I was done, I looked at her wounded face and said, almost as if it was obvious...
"IT'S PINK!" At this notion, I let another round of laughter pass my lips. I didn't notice how her eyes narrowed and I wasn't quick enough to dodge her fist that slammed into my cheek. I rubbed it slightly, not used to someone other than Ezra beating me up. (I would say Gray too, but I ALWAYS beat him).
"You're hair is almost as pink as my tail, but I'm not laughing hysterically," Lucy huffed out, settling back into the water, crossing her arms. I rubbed my cheek and deflated at the come back, running a self conscious hand through my spiky pink hair. It was quiet a moment before she started to talk again.
"Father didn't want me to pursue the path of being a human. All of the mermaids have the ability to turn into a human but it's a bad omen... I wanted to prove them wrong. I wanted to write, to read so many more books than I had scavenged for, actually see what was in them for real." She let out a sigh, "But Father wouldn't allow it. So, last night, I tried my best to escape. But I got side tracked, trying to save this one fellow, and couldn't. So, I did tonight!" She finished, letting a big smile explode onto her face.
"Wait." I said, starring at her. "You saved someone last night?" Memories of the dark water, dragging me down flashed in my mind. Lucy nodded, her blonde hair bobbing up and down. I pointed to me, and the rest clicked.
"Wish I could be... part of you're world..."
She leaned up, grabbed me by my shirt, and pulled me down, crashing her lips to mine. She tasted like salt water but something else. Not flowers, but something sweet. Finally, at least a minute passed before she let me go, leaning into the water and letting the end of her tail lean out of the tub.
Then I realized...
I have a mermaid in my tub.
A HOT mermaid.
Who just kissed me...
And who has no intention to go back to the sea.
I smiled to myself and brushed a piece of hair out of her eyes, watching as her breathing evened out. She was asleep, go figure. I ran a hand through my hair again and let out a sigh, hearing the buzz of the laundry, telling me the clothes were done. Standing, I gave her one last glance before smiling and shaking my head.
My life has just gotten interesting.