A/N: YO! It's Sho!
I'm totally in love with what I have planned out for this story. The idea came to me while I was listening to Japanese rock music, and I was like 'holy shit, that's amazing!'
I have so many stories that I'm supposed to update, so here's the deal. Since I love this story so much, I'm gonna work on this one and 'Marry Me!' for the time being, and the rest of my stories will be on Hiatus until either one of the two is finished. So what'd you say? Deal?
But anyway, I have a one-shot I plan to post tomorrow, and the next chapter of 'Marry Me!' seemed like it needed some editing, so I can't update it yet.
Anyway! Please Enjoy this story and have a lovely day!
Disclaimer: I own nothing…except the plot that is…
Wow, you actually make a fast runner there punk.
A smirk resurfaced on the lips on the blonde shadowed figure as her eyes trailed down the path of her target, unfazed even as she felt the pace go faster. Looking down at him from above, she clicked her tongue, disappointed.
You're not a good hider though. *Sigh* And here I thought you'd put up more of a challenge.
"Guess I'll have to deal with it." She said as she just shrug her shoulders in those usual uncaring eyes of hers, leaping up from the tree branch she was keeping sight of her prey from, landing in front of him standing up straight on her feet.
It didn't take long for her to realize that they were somewhere near the edge of a cliff, the breeze making it easier for her to reminisce that sweet sunset sightseeing feeling. It's a bit of an annoying habit of hers, though it has always helped in times when all she wanted to do was think some things out.
However, that isn't really what she's here for at the moment. That can wait later. She faced her soon-to-be victim with her vicious brown orbs, a sinister grin crossing her features.
"And what kind of virus corrupted the head of that pretty little boss of yours that she made you an S-class?" The blonde assassin remarked menacingly in a mocking tone as she cornered the trembling male, swiftly pulling out a blade that was secretly placed at the back of her tank top, twirling the sharp object around her fingers, successfully receiving a slight whimper from the sweating man. "Tch, you look more like one of those puny little servant boys that can't do anything right, aside from running away from your punishments that is. You run pretty fast."
"S-So what?! Just st-stay away bitch!" The poor man growled, not noticing his back was turned to a bush, resulting into him stumbling back and tumbling over it, exposing him to the air that led just a few steps forward towards a high, roughly steep cliff, proving right of the blonde's senses.
"Moron." She sighed as she walked over the bush, her now bloodthirsty self staring at her supposedly 'strong' opponent as she continued to move forward and leading him to crawl backwards and closer to his fall. She paused just as the now terrified so-called 'S-class' assassin was just about a few inches from death, chuckling.
"You know, I always thought you'd be more of a pro or somethin', but really? Who picked ya for this anyway?" When she got no response she just shrugged for the umpteenth time that night and raised her blade. "Well, I'm not in the position to ask. So, just die."
"Wait!" The blonde that now had her hand raised to behead him paused as she took in on how much desperation was in the man's voice. Was he really that scared to die? She tched. Guess he wasn't one of those prideful assholes either. It would have made this job quicker if he was. But hey, screw it.
The girl lowered her hand as she spoke. "Fine, a few words, then you die."
"You're right, I…I am a servant boy."
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"Rest in peace."
"Wait! Wait! I'm not yet finished!"
The girl grunted. "Those few words aren't worth my time. Now just let me kill you already."
"J-Just please! Hear me out! I can't die now! People—!"
He was cut off when he felt something trickle down from the side of his cheek, his eyes widening when he watched as the murderous looking woman now had his neck wrapped around the palm of her hand, lifting him up as she tortured him with her evilly glistening stare.
"Look dude, you just stole one of our most valued treasures from our base, and it's stated in my orders clearly," She smirked, "to kill every thief that dares desire to keep it."
She leaned his face dangerously close to hers, still having him caught in a choking hazard. "Well, you're right when you said you were just a servant boy." Her smirk grew. "An ex servant boy anyway."
"H-How did you—!"
"Oh? You think I wouldn't know?" She chuckled. "Let's see. Bryan…was it? You used to steal money for your gang, run murder errands for them" she then frowned ", and burned them all with the rest of your base just to take everything you gave them back to you. And now, you have the right to say you can't die?"
"P-Please…"
The blonde raised her free hand that still currently held the blade after taking the box out of the man's back pocket, sending him a raised brow. "Since when do people ever decide when they die or not? Are you stating a difference?"
"W-Why are you d-doing this?" Lucy, smiled.
"Shit's different when you're in love with a douche."
Nothing else interrupted as the sound of a man's scream filled the night's silence, and as a head looking figure fell down the cliff, a certain blonde assassin dumping his body right after.
Sighing, Lucy pushed open the doors to the base of the most infamous and notorious gang in Fiore, Fairy Tail, which she too was now currently a part in.
"Oh, Lucy! Thank goodness you're back! Did you get it back?" Lucy's gang mate, Erza, exclaimed just as the blonde entered the building, her hands covered in blood with the box she just retrieved hanging off of her shoulder, looking at the Titania with her usual blank stare.
"Yeah, the runt's a bit fast, but I got his head rolling down the hill anyway." She said plainly with a shrug. "How's Pinky doin'?"
"He's gonna kill you for calling him that."
"Since when did I ever care? Just answer my question."
After the words came out of her mouth, they heard a voice booming from above, echoing throughout the whole base.
"WHO FUCKING DARED TO TAKE IT?! WHERE THE HELL'S LUCY?! THAT CUNT SHOULD BE BACK BY NOW!" Just as Erza was about to open her mouth, Lucy got ahead of her.
"Question answered."
"Look, just give it back to him now. He's been going at it for who knows how fucking long and Gray's having a hard time holding him back from destroying the whole building." Erza irritably said as she ushered the bored looking blonde towards the elevator, the latter yawning and replying with an exhausted sounding 'whatever'.
"Survive." The scarlet-haired woman told her as the doors closed.
"Don't I always?" Lucy muttered to herself as she watched the numbers above them, which is to be commonly assumed as the floor numbers, count up from the Ground floor, leaning as she waited for it to reach the top floor, which would take a while since the highest floor number was the 57th.
Dropping the item she was holding, she examined her hands. The injuries weren't that major since all she did while she chased the idiot was climb and jump from one tree to another, and the blood sprawled all over her right palm was his blood, since it was the hand that gripped his neck while the other just cut it. The left one seemed to take a cut since she has been carelessly twirling her blade, yet again another annoying habit that she didn't give a shit about brushing off.
Other than her hands, her clothes were stained in blood too. Lucy wore a black tank top with a pair of military trousers, literally the first things she threw on herself this morning. The pitch black tank top got added a shade of red, making it look more like a deeper shade of Erza's hair, and her trousers now partly had an unknown color, since we all know that green and red just doesn't seem to be able to mix together. All in all, she looked like a woman who just passed by a bloodbath, excepting her still blonde hair that was currently tied into a ponytail.
"…who the fuck are you?"
"You better teach that mouth of yours not to talk to me that way, bitch."
Lucy smiled. Now that she thought about it, she remembered wearing this particular outfit and looking like it the very first time she entered this building.
"I've been wondering for a while now, but are you, somehow, in any way related to barney?"
"If you don't shut the fuck up I swear to god that you won't live to see another beam of daylight tomorrow."
The very first time she met him.
"See ya tomorrow. Thanks a lot Pinky."
"…call me that again and you'll have a bullet shot through your head."
"…you're not holding a gun, dumbass."
"THAT'S IT!"
Lucy's body flinched at the sound of a 'ding', and she snapped out of her stupor just in time for the elevator doors to start opening again. Sighing, she proceeded to pick up the box and went out and into the hall, her destination obviously directed towards where the sound of a man's yells can be heard.
In a certain room ahead of her, a pink haired man was currently gripping incredibly hard unto his desk to the point that it has clearly cracked, and on the other side of the room, a table was currently laying down to its side, a black and raven-haired man taking protection behind it as if they were having a war with the angered man.
"Natsu! Calm your shits!"
"HOW THE HELL CAN I WHEN—!"
"Mavis, Pinky. It's like, 2 in the morning and you're already fucking everybody's eardrums out." Lucy said as she entered the room, leaning against the doorframe. At the sound of her voice, the pinkette quickly raised his head to face in her direction, his glare never faltering as he let go of the poor desk and stomped towards her.
"What. The hell. Took you. So long?!" The guy named Natsu yelled as he aimed a punch for her head, the blonde swiftly dodging it and reappearing behind his back just as his punch hit the wall instead. Looking unfazed as usual, Lucy replied. "He was fast."
"The hell he is!" Natsu shouted once again, turning around and this time trying to kick her, failing again as she just rolled forward beneath his leg just as he raised it. He made a faster attempt to turn around and punch her just in case, but it was once again dodged as she slid between his parted legs with ease while whistling, spotting the two boys that we're still hiding behind the table and smiled. "Oh, hello Romeo."
"Don't ignore me goddamn it!"
Starting to get annoyed with the man's uncontrollably violent tantrum, Lucy held the box she was still holding and went back a few steps, throwing the item she has been holding on to until now right after, the box smacking him at the back of his head. "Don't leave your things where it could be easily stolen you jackass."
Natsu snarled as he whipped his head around to glare at her. "Shut the fuck up!"
"If I do, would you please go back to, oh I don't know, where you really came from? You know like, hell perhaps?"
"Why you—!" Natsu fumed as he raised the finger towards her, sighing in defeat as he just picked up the box and opened it, revealing a scaly white scarf, making an 'o' form on Lucy's mouth. "So that's why you look less uglier than usual."
Despite his strong urge to strangle her, he wrapped the scarf around his neck once again, ignoring her insults.
"That scarf must have meant something deep to him huh?" Romeo asked, now beside Lucy as he, she, and Gray sat on the table that still seemed to be on its side.
"Yeah…" Gray answered him, eyeing Lucy as she stared at the man in question blankly, trying to figure out why she seemed to be so deep in thought as she looked at the boss.
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"Hey Gray…" The latter snapped out of his stupor. "Yeah Lucy?"
"Why's there a bible on the coffee table?"
A few inches from where they were sitting was a small, wooden coffee table, a mug of espresso and a bible currently settling on top of it. Gray shrugged. "Pure coincidence I guess. Why?"
Lucy didn't reply as she just stood up and picked up the bible, walking over to where Natsu was now keeping the box under his desk, the pink haired temperamental man looking up at her with his usual deadly look. "What?"
Lucy suddenly flipped through its contents while looking at Natsu back and forth…then threw it at his head.
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"OW! What the fuck—DO YOU WANNA DIE BITCH?!"
Lucy gaped. "HOLY SHIT! THE BIBLE DIDN'T KILL YOU! YOU ARE THE ULTIMATE SPAWN OF SATAN!"
"What the fuck—!"
Gray just face palmed as he watched Lucy dash out of the room with Natsu following after her, cursing his mind for jumping into conclusions. She was actually thinking if whether Natsu was a demon or not.
"Those two…" He just sighed.
"Are awesome!" Romeo finished for him, the older man just sweat dropping. "Where's Gildarts when we need him?"
Meanwhile, running around the halls of the 57th floor is our one and only Lucy Heartfilia.
And the guy that's chasing after her, Natsu Dragneel, just so happens to be the douche she's in love with.
A/N: I'm sorry for this chapter though guys. It ended up crappier than it was supposed to be and I didn't really plan it out. I didn't know how to start off the story and my fucked up mind just so happens to think of this fucked up idea. Sorry.
But anyway! Like it? Hate it? Love it? Please do tell your opinion and review!
Ja ne!
~Shoyukine