Author: Fiamatta Montague
Her smile, her Laugh, her presence, defined the world to him. His hair, his protection, his whole being, made her life complete. And they wonder why they could not live a happily ever after. NaLu.
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Chapter 4
Like a mirror reflecting one's self
Like a glass looking through one's soul
All broken and left into pieces, nothing is left
Song City was marvellous. It was really beautiful; full of sunshine and laughter. There were leaves dancing with the soft breeze that blows all throughout the city. Flowers of different colours were in full bloom, making the whole place drowned in every colour possible. There were also tea shops from left to right; each with its own special teas being brewed.
Lucy was feeling happy and giddy inside. It was one of those days that she missed the most. Being happy was something she longed to experience after all the negative emotions she went through. She was skipping along the steps that led to a foot bridge when she felt that Loki was nowhere in sight.
She whipped her head from left to right, back and front, but the Celestial Spirit was still missing. Certainly he was not thinking of ditching her after she had asked him out on a date. It would infuriate her to no end if she found out that she, the great and gorgeous Lucy Heartfilia was turned down by one of the best-looking man on the planet.
"You seriously think that I would run away from a date with you?"
There, from the small bushes on Lucy's right side, Loki emerged with a cocky smile on his face. It took Lucy a minute or two to realize that her date was holding a bouquet of red and pink roses. Her cheeks were now splashed with a tinge of pink. Loki sure looks beautiful right now. If her life was a fairy tale, she would fit the role of the beast, while Loki is the beauty. Screw her previous thoughts of herself as being gorgeous.
Crazy.
She was growing crazy. No, that's not right; she was beyond crazy to think that Loki and herself would be the perfect characters for Beauty and the Beast.
And slowly, someone picks up the shattered pieces.
Gluing them together, sticking them together,
Until it was all brand new.
"Well, of course, I did not. You should consider yourself lucky to have a date with me Loki." She flashed him a grin as she opened her palm in anticipation of her roses. Right now, as Lucy fixed her eyes on Loki's, she felt safe, at home, and at peace.
A few days ago, she wouldn't think of Loki in any other way except as her spirit. A friend on whom she could trust her life with, a confidante whom she could share her most inner thoughts and a warrior who will protect her at all cost. Loki was just Loki.
"You know, for a girl, you are quite the aggressive one Lucy." Loki pushed his glasses a little higher. "How are you sure that these flowers are for you?"
When Lucy was embarrassed, she elicited the cutest expressions. He couldn't help but admire her in all the possible ways. He was damned if he hadn't thought of her as being more than a friend, more than a master. It was nice to pester Lucy and annoy her to no end.
He doesn't remember exactly when he thought of Lucy as someone special. Maybe it was the way her eyes lit up with excitement, maybe it was the way her tears flowed freely on her cheeks, or maybe it was the way she showed courage and strength against her enemies. He doesn't know why, but being with Lucy was something he would cherish for the rest of his life.
Maybe there was really a happy ending for the second-best guy in every story. Maybe there's a story out there where the prince didn't is not going to be with his princess, and instead, it was the knight who will get and snatch the princess away. He knows it was wishful thinking, but god knows how much Loki wished for it to be true.
As Lucy was about to open her mouth to retort Loki's words, she was taken by surprise when he plucked a stem of red rose from the bouquet and snap the long stem off. He then bent down on eye level with Lucy and placed the flower on her ear. He smiled a little when she caught Lucy's startled expression.
"Here." He reached her open palm and gently placed the flowers on it. "I take it that roses are to your liking."
Lucy nodded her head and decided to take a long look at her flowers.
Red.
Red.
Pink.
Red.
Natsu.
She lowered her eyes when she remembered something familiar. Of course, he would always get in the way. He sure knows how to creep up her heart even when he is not even around.
She hugged the flowers closely and smelled its scent.
Her thoughts were swarming with Natsu. He just wouldn't leave her mind, won't he? He was always visiting her even as she dreams, always letting her hear the sound of his laughter even when he's not even around the area. Even now, when she thought her mind was focused on Loki, he would constantly remind her that her heart still belongs to him. And she could never escape from it.
Lucy heaved out a sigh. Things were surely wasn't getting better. It was all in her imagination. A fracture of the reality she wished was true; a time and a place where no pink haired salamander exists. One moment she was happy, the next, she was back to square one; back to the point where Natsu is the only thing in the world for her.
She was snapped out of her thoughts when Loki touched her arm; obviously trying to get her moving out of her spot.
"Are you okay Lucy?" His voice was full of concern - a contrast to his usual flirtatious self.
"Yes, I am."
He knows she's lying. Now that he thought about it, getting something near the colour pink was certainly a no-no from now on. If he wanted to be the knight, it would do him no good to remind the princess about her prince.
"You know Lucy, right now; we are far away from Magnolia." He hooked her arms into his as he guided them towards the other end of the bridge. "I know a few weeks won't get him out of your life so easily, but, I hope he would soon be flushed out of your system. Frowning makes you un-cute Lucy."
She flashed him a weak smile. 'Maybe it's time, to forget, and to move forward.'
"You know Loki, I have high expectations out of you, and I hope you don't mess up our little date today."
They reached the end of the bridge and were now walking towards one of the best tea shops around. Madam Aurora was one of the ten tea shops featured in the highly famed list of the 'best place for a cup of tea'.
"Don't worry Lucy, I live up to my reputation. I didn't have four dozen of girls for nothing."
"Playboy."
"I know."
"Womanizer."
"Yup, that's me."
"What else are you called anyway?" She was running out of insulting adjectives to call Loki. All that was left in her dictionary were along the lines of handsome, cute, hot, and perfect.
"I don't know, what do you think?" His eyes were glinting with mischief as he moved his face closer to hers.
If he was evading her question, he was doing it properly. If he was flirting with her, he was doing it perfectly.
Awkward wasn't the right word. But she guessed she liked the situation enough.
"That's basically the reason why I asked you. I couldn't think of anything else, Casanova."
She heard him laugh a little which made her raised an eyebrow.
"What?"
"There, you said it."
"What?"
"Casanova. I like it."
His laughter filled her ears, soon enough. She was laughing merrily along with him. Whoever said that laughter is contagious, well, that person should probably be rolling on his grave right now because his theory was correct.
Red. A sacrifice he makes whenever a shard pierces his skin.
Pink. The scar left of the moments gone by.
The day went on as Lucy and Loki strolled around the city. Lunch had been a little eventful. With all the boys prying for Lucy's attention, and with all the girls getting much too close for comfort on Loki. The afternoon was left quiet and peaceful. The two went to a nearby park and just talked about everything under the sun. By the time they finished chatting, it was soon beginning to turn dark. The night sky is slowly kissing the day's remainder away.
"Loki, I had so much fun today."
They were back at the hotel they were staying and Lucy let herself fall into the couch.
"Thank you, Loki."
Her eyes slowly closed as she slumbered peacefully; heaving small sighs of relief whenever she breathes.
Loki picked her up from the couch and laid her gently on the bed. He stared at her face and placed a hand on her cheek as he memorized and buried her face on his mind. When he felt satisfied, he left the room and went on his own.
And through the process of it all,
He wishes that the scars of broken glasses and mirrors would remain as a distant memory.
A memory to be buried in the past.
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 y a n a h r i · Wed Jun 06, 2012 @ 11:50am · 0 Comments |
