The Colour of Her Eyes

by Her Pretty Smile

Synopsis: Natsu finds it fascinating that Lucy's eyes occasionally have different colours, and he doesn't realize that he's already starting to notice her differently. NatsuღLucy. [Ongoing]

Warning: Unbeta-ed; may contain mistakes or any of the sort.

Disclaimer: I do not own Fairy Tail. Hiro Mashima owns it.

Authoress' Note: Here's a hint, you guys. The title implies 'singular'. (Well, obviously... T.T)

The Colour of Her Eyes

Chapter 1: Reddish-Brown

THE FIRST TIME HE noticed it, they were in a cave, sheltering themselves from the angry blizzard. He, naturally, was immune to the cold temperature.

She, however, wasn't.

So he conjured a ball of fire on his hand, the flames licking hungrily at the air. Since there was no firewood present, he had to maintain it. But that wasn't a problem since he had massive amounts of magic power anyway.

In response, she scooted over to him until she was directly in front of the fire, her body shivering slightly as she clutched her blanket tighter to her.

And when he looked at her, he saw the fire reflecting in her eyes, seemingly brighter than its real image. The vibrant, beautiful brown seemed to be slightly engulfed by red, and it piqued his attention even more.

He stared some more until he realized that he was getting mesmerized.

"Natsu...?" she whispered, her gaze still resting on the fire.

"Mm? What is it, Lucy?" He was forced to avert his eyes towards her face.

"..." She seemed to be conflicted about what she was going to say to him, judging from the way she was nervously biting her lower lip. "I... Well..."

He lifted an eyebrow at her difficulty in forming words. "Lucy? What's the matter?"

"I—I..." She bit her lip once more. "...Your—Your flames feel really warm!" she burst out suddenly, a hot blush creeping through her cheeks.

He blinked at her unexpected outburst. "Uh, thanks?"

She seemed to shrink visibly in her position, embarrassment radiating from her small form. She also seemed to be muttering angrily to herself, admonishing her actions incessantly.

But all he could think about distantly was that he wouldn't be able to see her eyes anymore.

A/N: Another story. Another load on my shoulders. Oh woe is me.