Natsu Dragneel hated the bus. Always noisy, crowded, and hot. But this time, he was nervous. And happy.

He was finally coming home.

"Um, sir? You ok there?" A women asked, looking at the pale and sweating man.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just...nervous." He said while tapping his foot.

"Oh? And why is that?" She asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I'm coming home from prison." He said, sounding ashamed.

"What did you do?" A man asked, joining the conversation.

"Let's just say I beat someone up very badly." He said, thinking back to his fight with Sting Eucliffe.

"Huh. You don't look very old, son." Another guy said. Now everyone seemed to be looking at him, joining in on the conversation.

"How old are you?" A you women asked.

"Twenty two." He said.

"Its a sham someone as young as you got in the place you're in now." A businessman said, shaking his head.

"So, where you from?" The first woman asked.

"Magnolia." Natsu said, think about his beloved home town.

"Ah, I love that town. Nice place. Why you goin there?"

"Well, you see…" Natsu said, looking down.

"I have a wife there. And a two year old daughter." He said, playing with his hands.

"How nice! What are their names?" She asked, looking a little happy.

"Lucy. Lucy and Nashi Dragneel." He said, his voice breaking at the name of his daughter.

"I wasn't there when she was born. Lucy and I lost contact as soon as I went to prison. She didn't send letters even though I did. The last one I sent said: I'm coming home. If you still want me, put a yellow handkerchief on the oak tree in the front of our house. If you don't, then put nothing.

"Well, surely she'd take you back!" The businessman said, looking determined.

"Well, I'm not sure if she will. She might of already have another man." A woman said.

"Look! We're in town!" A man said.

"Mr. Dragneel, which one is your house?"

"Third one on the left on Strawberry St." He said, nervously looking out the window.

Strawberry St. was a bus stop road.

"One more block to go." Natsu said, remembering his town.

Natsu closed his eyes as he saw his house. He felt the bus stop, and people gasped.

Slowly, he opened his onyx eyes, to see the big oak tree in the front of his house covered in yellow handkerchiefs from the top to the bottom.

I read this story a long time ago, but I just can't remember. Oh well. So how was it? I really like doing one shots like these :) Hope you liked it!

-TealEye