Meant To Be: Chapter One

Summary: Destiny is a funny thing, and in this series, Natsu and Lucy find that out first hand. Be it they meet in a club, a bus station, an amusement park, or somewhere completely random. Because even in some of the most ridiculous situations, something's are just meant to be. Array of One shots/genres/ratings! All Nalu! Minor Pairing ahoy as well!Full summary inside!

Prompt 67: Woman

Genre: Romance/Humor/Drama

Pairings: Natsu/Lucy, Past Natsu/Lisanna

Rating: High T

Time: Eight hours or so because I had a hard time writing the sexual parts o.o

Disclaimer: If I owned Fairy Tail, Natsu would be naked. Alas, he his not, so chances are, I don't own it

Authors note: this is a modern day AU! Oh, and just to let you know that I am not dead and that I have not forgotten about falling off of rooftops! I hand written the outline for half of the second part, I'm just having issues writing angst. So until I get back into that mode I'll write oneshots!

Never, ever, in his 22 years of life, has Natsu ever seen so many women dressed so scantily. Sure, he'd come across some pretty faces wearing clothes that could barely be considered suitable for use out of the bedroom. In fact, some of these girls were his best friends. So it wasn't like this was the first time he'd seen girls so exposed, on the contrary, he would be lying if he said he hadn't become…desensitized to the appeal of almost naked women. Between his bar hopping tendencies with the guys, and his magazines under his bed, this type of scene shouldn't be shocking. Then there was Gray, what with his raunchy sex stories and horrible cleaning habits. Natsu swore that he got most of his sexual education from his roommate, rather than the sex ed. Class he was forced to take in junior high.

Snorting, he figured he learned more from Gray than actually taking part in the activity itself. In fact, despite what he told his friends to get them off his back, he still had the majority of his virginity intact. Majority meaning that with his time with Lisanna they did some….things together, but he never…tied anyone up and ravaged them while they squirmed under him, as Gray had told him he did once.

"You act like you've never seen a sexy woman before, Natsu." Gray nudged him in the side, waggling his eyebrows at him teasingly, "you look like a lost puppy."

Natsu nursed the gin and tonic, his eyes taking in the sight of gyrating bodies, and sweaty flesh. "Well, I've never seen this many. How the hell did you find this place?"

"I did the owner," Leaning closer to Natsu, the dark haired man spoke into his ear as the music changed into a louder, faster pace song. It seemed like the night was only beginning, "See the blue haired one over there with the red head?" He pointed over to a girl standing off to the side of the dance floor with short blue hair. It hung straight, and she wore a strange hat. Her clothes, not nearly as revealing as the typical type in the club, matched her hair color.

Natsu nodded, singling for him to continue his explanation. "Her names Juvia I think. She was a freak in bed. Had a real thing for water. She was thrilled with my ice fetish."

Natsu winced at the mental image. "She must be a keeper then."

He chortled in amusement, grabbing his own alcoholic beverage from the counter and downed the rest of it. He slammed the cup down on the top, and a petite bar tender came and picked it up wordlessly. "I don't know about you, but I'm going out there while the pickings still good." He shot Natsu a look, one of those looks that could either mean good things for Natsu, or very very humiliating things, "I saw a blonde here when we first walked in. I'll leave her for you."

And then he was lost to the crowd of women, off to find his next conquest.

Natsu slipped into the nearest stool, his eyes scanning the crowd. The club itself was small, and with the darkness of the room, and the odd colors beaming from the DJ's table, it made finding people by hair color hard on the dance floor.

He sipped at his drink some more, wondering if Gray was pulling his leg or something. He knew for a fact that he had above average eye sight, the doctors said so themselves, and no matter how intently he looked, he saw no blonde haired girl.

It wasn't like it surprised him or anything. In this section of Japan, blondes were hard to come by, natural blondes even more so. Leave it to him to develop a liking to something so hard to find he would probably have to travel across the world to find one. Natsu would kill to go to the Americas. Blondes surely lurked in every corner there. It would be his equivalent to heaven.

"SIR!" Natsu spun, almost sloshing the contents of his glass onto his shirt. That would have sucked. He really liked this shirt. It matched his scarf really well. The small woman who took Gray's glass away was back, and with kind brown eyes, she looked to his glass. "Sorry if I startled you, but the music is pretty loud and you weren't responding." She spoke loudly, her hands resting on the counter top with a dirty rag.

Natsu shrugged. "It's alright." He didn't really know what to say to the girl.

"Do you want a refill?" She pushed a chunk of dark blue hair over her shoulder, revealing her name tag.

"No, Wendy. I'm good. But, thank you!" He smiled at her, and he noticed a slight blush crawl up her cheeks. She looked down at her hands, which were fidgeting with the rag.

"I have a question for you." She sounded sheepish, and Natsu felt something stir in his gut. Was she about to ask what he thought she was about to ask? Shit. If she was, then what would he say? She was cute…but she looked so young, and he didn't think he could go very far with her….

"Yeah?" He choked out, his own face felt hot and he cursed it.

Wendy met his eyes in a flash, and he teetered on his seat from surprise when her once serene brown eyes met his with a fierce determination. "You're friend, the dark haired one, is he single?"

Natsu inwardly sulked. Of course. No one ever showed interest in him. "Yeah, but he sleeps around. He'd probably just end up hurting ya."

He didn't know what made him say that. Typically when girls came to him asking about his 'hot friend' he would just go along with it (Oh yeah, you should go talk to him)(Noooooo, don't be shy! He's looking for someone to dance with as we speak!). But the idea of Gray taking advantage of this girl bothered him. She seemed so innocent.

Wendy deflated a bit. "I figured as much. He looked really flirtatious." She turned, reaching for two bottles and put them on the counter. She pulled a large cup from beneath and poured the two drinks in, and with a stirrer, she mixed the two together. "Here's another drink for you, on the house. Thanks for the heads up."

She twisted around, dark hair fanning around her. Just when she was about to walk away she hesitated, stiffening. Natsu watched on with interest as she came back to lean up against the counter, her face coming close to where he sat. She motioned with a finger to come closer, as if she had a really important secret to tell him.

He liked secrets.

Her breath fanned over his ear, and his breath hitched. He couldn't tell if it felt good or if it just tickled. Either way, it made him shiver.

"I don't know where she is now, I've lost sight of her, but there's this blonde girl who has been watching you since you and your friends walked in. Just figured you would want to know."

And without a spare moment for him to reply, she was rushing off to the other side of the bar. Surprisingly enough, he was the only guy at the bar. The short haired blunette who owned the place sat there with a stern looking red head. Wendy went over to them and began speaking with a sad smile. The owner…Julia…or whatever, frowned, and looked about close to tears.

Natsu watched on in mild shock as the red head suddenly stood, her serious eyes landing on him. His eyes widen when she began walking over to him, a short, bright orange dress swaying to her calculated movements. He briefly considered turning tail and running into the dancing crowd.

But he didn't have time to take action. The scary woman was now towering over him. She took a fist full of his scarf and pulled him close to his face. She didn't have to speak loudly for him to hear what she was saying.

"Which way did Gray go?" Natsu didn't hesitate. He pointed to the other side of the club, where said ice freak stood dancing rather crudely with a half naked brunette. The girl swayed her hips into his, grinding into his front with her butt. Natsu wondered how she was able hold her tall glass of alcohol while she danced like that without it spilling.

The red head released him and his attention was back on her. "Thank you, I hope you enjoy the rest of the night."

Then, she briskly turned on her high heels and cut through the crowd to wear Gray grinded with the talented drinker. Natsu stood from the stool, and downed the rest of his drink. He then took the tall mug and moved over so he could watch the scary red head confront his friend.

The intimidating women pulled the talented drinker away from Gray. The drinker seemed upset with the red head, as her drink sloshed over the side with the unexpected movement. But one look at the red head made the drinker shut her mouth. She either knew the girl personally, or the drinker was not only talented, but smart too.

Gray on the other hand was neither. From the look on his face, Natsu could hear the words coming from his mouth without having to try to read his lips.

It probably went something like 'Now ladies, you don't have to fight! There's plenty for both of ya!"

The red head tensed, and the drinker turned on him. Natsu held his breath as no words were exchanged, but a heavy looked passed from one girl to the other.

Then the red head punched Gray directly in the face, and the drinker broke her glass on his head.

There was an awkward moment in which the red head returned to the bar where the owner still stood. But the drinker just stared at the alcohol dripping off of Gray's face.

Natsu saw the first punch from the red head coming, as Gray probably deserved it. But he didn't see the drinker's punch coming, and obviously Gray didn't either. As the impact sent him tumbling to the ground. Natsu flinched, as he knew that the girl must have a good punch to add to the injury. He'd taken a couple swings at Gray in his time knowing the ice freak, and truth be told, it took a lot of hits to get the stupid prick to hit the floor.

"Hey Pinky!" Natsu's attention snapped back to the drinker, who was now addressing him with an irritated scowl. Natsu took a step back, which was answered with an amused scoff. "What? You see what Erza and I did to your friend over there?"

So they did know each other!

"Don't worry, I won't punch you. All I want to know is if you were going to finish your drink?" Natsu looked from his still full mug of whatever Wendy put together, and then back to the drinker. She looked like she was about to tackle him for it.

He shoved the mug into her waiting hands, and she smiled. "You know Pinky, you're not too bad!" She patted him on the shoulder, and with her free hand tipped the mug up. She finished it in one sip. Talented indeed.

She burped, and the smell of digested beer blew into his face. He scrunched his nose up in distaste. "You have good taste in liquor too, this is my favorite!" She shoved the now empty mug back into his hands, hiccupping. "I'll see ya around."

Then the drinker joined the gathered woman at the bar. It occurred to him that he probably just sold out his friend and gotten him knocked out by two girls. But then again, he didn't feel bad. The idiot had it coming to him with the way he went around boinking girls. Eventually he was going to mess with the wrong one.

Speaking of Gray, the ice fanatic was back on his feet, looking dazed and confused. His droopy eyes landed on him, and Natsu winced at the anger boiling beneath the aftershock of the beating. It seemed that his friend saw what happened just now with the drinker.

Just as Gray staggered forward, Natsu decided he wanted to find that blonde girl Wendy had spoke of, that seemed much better than what would happen if he waited for Gray to reach him.

He put the mug on a nearby table and slipped into the crowd, casting one last glance at his irate friend, who was now yelling what he perceived to be profanities at him.

Natsu ducked a bit, going further into the crowd.

XxXx

He couldn't hear himself thinking over the boom of the music. He thought it was loud when he was sitting at the bar, but now, in the center of the dance floor, it was like the music tripled in bass. He could feel the beat deep in his chest, and on their own accord his feet began moving.

He would say that this place was magic or something, but he figured that would sound lame because who really believes in magic anymore? Not him. So instead he'll say it was luck. He was having a very lucky night because no sooner did he start getting into the odd techno music did everything fall into place.

Hands began grabbing him, manicured sharp nails trailing down the front of his chest. He felt a set of round boobs press against his back, and hot breath on his neck. He would have looked back to see what the girl who'd caught him looked like, but another girl backed up to him and began grinding in front of him.

Natsu's hands rose up as to not touch the girl in front of him. He felt sweat drip down his neck, and to his absolute horror, the girl behind him licked it as her hands toyed with the edge of his shirt. Then, as if the two girls planned this, as the one behind him slipped her hands onto his bare stomach, the one in front rolled her hips so her butt grounded against him in such a way a moan coiled up his throat in a hot burst of lust.

It had been such a long time since he'd done something like this with anyone. Lisanna and he broke up nearly two years ago, and since then he'd put himself on a dry spell. It felt good to be in the game again.

The girl behind him chuckled at his reaction, "You're awfully toned. Work out much?" She whispered, and Natsu got a whiff of peppermint.

In reality, he was a martial arts student and a volunteer firefighter. So to be fit was kind of a given in his life. He took pride in his body, and how every girl (and even some guys) who see it swoon. An ego boast here and there couldn't hurt anybody, right?

"I wouldn't mind taking you home with me." The girl drawled in his ear, and out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of pale green hair. The girl in front of him backed in to him until her body was mere inches from his. Natsu's breath became labored, and his hands clammed up and went ridged. Sweaty skin touched the exposed part of his torso, and the green girl's hands were now high up on his chest.

The room was now spinning, his head clouded with adrenaline and a bit of haze from the small amount of alcohol he'd consumed when he first arrived. He imagined that to anybody he was looking he resembled a fish who'd been flung out of water. Mouth gaping, body twitching, and his hips flopping around. At his spot in-between the two women he felt hot…errr hotter than normal because on average he was always warm. His chest was heavy, and movements felt almost like slow motion. He didn't really think he was dancing anymore either. He couldn't. The hands were now trailing up his neck, and he wondered how the woman got his shirt unbuttoned while her hands were under it. The girl in front of him was moving hard against him, making concentrating on one thing difficult.

His eyes met a pair covered with glasses. Hard eyes met his with an arched green eyebrow. She seemed amused at his predicament. "Why don't I show you a good time? My names Evergreen and I think we could…."

Her voice just faded, in fact all noise faded. His mind started to clear at bit, and he was no longer thinking about the girl rubbing her butt on his crotch, or the other green haired one…ever something…with her traveling hands. No, his mind had zoned in on what his eyes caught sight of. A slim girl with a short black dress that ended just above the thigh. Gems shined off the material, reflecting the crazy lights of the club, but it wasn't that that caught his eye.

It was her blonde hair.

And then it was the fact that despite almost every other male in the vicinity eying her like a piece of meat, no one was making any moves on her.

He mumbled an apology to Ever…bean, and then gently pushed the girl that was grinding on him away. He slipped from between them and took a round about route around the blonde girl until he was lurking behind her a bit.

She was dancing with a blue haired girl (Until tonight, he'd never seen so many blue haired people in one place). This one was small, especially compared to the man who was dancing behind her. On this man, the blue haired girl stood not even up to his chest, hell, Natsu was about as tall as his chin, and damnnit, Natsu was no shrimp! Suddenly, the reason for the blondes solo dancing became very clear because as Natsu moved closer to her, the burly man's face broke out into a pointed glare: a warning.

Pausing for nothing more than a moment, Natsu accepted the challenge. If this man thought he would scare Natsu Dragoneel off then he had another thing coming. Nothing will ever intimidate him! Well. Unless that red head and drinker came up to him, then he might reconsider that last statement. But a big man giving him looks that could definitely kill someone weaker than him? Pfff.

His eyes caught the eyes of the small blue haired girls, and hers flashed. She smiled at the blonde and three fingers shot up on her left hand. The blonde stiffened, and Natsu figured this that was some sort of sign. Natsu redirected his gaze to the burly man, now that he was closer, he could make out a ton of piecing on the burly man's face. He opted to stare at those, because he didn't want to watch what the small bluenette was up to because damnnit, he could deal with angry ass men, but angry ass women were a whole different thing.

He would much rather be blind sided by a flailing limb than have to watch the blonde turn around and hit him as the anticipation would kill him. There must be a reason for the burly man's glare, and for all he knew, maybe she was off limits for some reason.

He narrowed his eyes at the pierced man, and with a confident smirk, he slowly (for the blondes benefit) curled his arms around her waist and pulled her against him. His nose was stuffed into her messy bun, and he inhaled the scent. He didn't know what it was, but it was sweet, and springy, and he would love to bottle it up and bring it along with him because it smelled that good.

But then, he stopped because she wasn't moving, and the burly man was tense, and at a glance the blue haired girl was smirking, fuck, he was probably going to get kneed in the—

Wait…smirking, what the hell?

And then, like one of those horribly suspenseful moments in horror movies, the blonde began to turn her head at a pace that was tormenting him. He saw the pale complexion of her cheek, and then the expanse of her cute, button like nose and the corner of a doe like eye. And then she was looking at him full on, and he wasn't breathing because fuck, he'd never seen someone who looked quite like she did. Plump pink lips, bright brown eyes that seemed to carry the weight of depths then humans couldn't even fathom exploring. And god, she was the most beautiful thing he'd ever laid eyes on.

And then she was moving too, and the music came flooding back into his world. His eyes met the burly man's but he no longer looked angry. His expression was neutral, like he no longer cared. And then his gaze slipped to the small one he was dancing with and she was smiling and looking at Natsu like he was some sort of hero. It made him very uncomfortable.

So, then he lowered his eyes to the girl in his arms. He pressed closer to her and ducked to her ear. "My names Natsu." He said, his lips brushing the curl of her upper ear.

She froze for a second, and Natsu wondered why. It wasn't like he insulted her. He just told her his name, so what was the big deal?

She said something, and he almost asked her to repeat herself because he didn't understand what she said. But then, as a flashback to high school pushed its way to the forefront of his mind, he recalled his English class.

The only things he learned in that class was how to say, 'Where is the bathroom, How are you, and I don't speak English.'

So, with a mix of that class, and the naturally acquired knowledge of his native tongue, he was able to piece together what she said. Which was 'I don't speak Japanese."

For the first time in his life, Natsu regretted not paying attention in school. It figures that the one girl he decides to take a chance on in two years happens to not speak Japanese. And to think that earlier he'd thought that he was having a lucky night. Natsu never had lucky nights.

Fuck luck. This was down right disappointing.

But despite it all, he found himself grinning as he said, "I don't know English."

Her head lolled back onto his shoulder for a brief second, and he heard he sigh in exasperation. It seemed that he wasn't the only one having a rough night.

But then, as if she had a brilliant idea or something, she perked up. Then she snuggled up against him, her arms reaching up to wrap around his neck. The song switched to a slow, sensual beat, and she began to move her hips to it. He felt his insides quiver at the feelings, and right then and there, Natsu decided that this girl could very well kill him if she just put a little move pressure here, and a little more speed there. His nerves were on fire, biting at his skin, and forcing his heart to beat so fast that he could feel it in his toes.

His hands slide to her hips and tightened there. She craned her neck back, and his eyes drank in the sight of her flawless skin there. He had the urge to lick it. Which, he almost did when her lips brushed the underside of his chin. Who would have thought that such a simple touch could have him scrambling for control?

She exhaled deeply, and her hot breath intoxicated him. His head dipped down and his eyes closed automatically. He felt her shift in his arms, and the tickle of the hair that fell from the bun tickled the part of his chest that remained exposed from Everbean's stripping adventures. Usually in situations like these he would have wished he buttoned his shirt back up, but now, he couldn't have been happier about his lapse because one of her hands was traveling from around his neck, and it was setting his skin on fire.

And low and behold, when he opened his eyes, she'd managed to turn in his grasp so she was facing him. One hand now rested on his chest, and she was looking at it like there was some super secret hidden there. He would have laughed at her expression, but he couldn't because damnnit, if he did that there was no telling what would flood out next.

He would probably start necking her or something stupid like that.

That train of thought was derailed as her hand traveled underneath his shirt. Her touch was much more enticing than Everbean's. In fact, the green haired girl's left him cold, where this blonde's touch spurred the fire deep down to the surface. She was pressed up to him in some many glorious places that he had a hard time not bucking against her as she grounded against him to the slow beat, spreading the heat into areas that weren't touched even with his time with Lisanna,

And then, to put the icing on the cake, she pushed down a part of the scarf with her free hand and placed her lips there. This was either one hell of a wet dream, or man, he just found the woman of his dreams.

He chanced a glance over to the burly man and small woman only to see them missing. Relief flooded his system, as he didn't want to have an obvious audience while he got personal with their friend. Especially sense he was getting so heated up, that he might just lose any sort of control he had at a moments notice.

She nipped his neck, and he growled deep in his throat. His hands came up to cup the side of her face, pulling it away from his neck and redirecting her plump lips to his. It was like electricity when they fumbled into their first kiss. Jolts of adrenaline jumped through his veins, and fuck, the way she squirmed against him had him thinking of things that Gray would talk about after 'a long night' as he would put it.

But once again, apparently she was thinking along the same lines, because she was pushing him backwards. He stumbled into people, but he didn't care, all he wanted was more of this women in front of him. More of her cherry flavored lip gloss, more of her movements, more of her scent, more of her.

He ran into something hard, and his eyes shot open only briefly in shock before fluttering closed again. He maneuvered around what he presumed to be a table, his hands traveling from his waist to her hips. He caressed them through the thin material of her short dress.

He'd never felt this type of electricity while exploring with Lisanna. It had always felt safe, and homey with her. But this girl was hot and his. Despite not even knowing her name yet, he felt a connection with her. With his hands traveling to her butt, he considered what he would do when they reached where ever she was taking them.

His mind came up blank, and instead focused on his hands, which were traveling up her dress and rubbing up against the soft skin of her thigh. At that moment, she did something fancy with her tongue, and it made him growl. It was like she was trying to dominate him with her mouth or something, and god, it was hot.

So was the giggle that came after.

His back leaned up against something cold, like metal. One of her hands pulled away from his chest, and he almost whined. Whined! But when what he was leaning on fell away and an onslaught of cool air assaulted him, he almost sighed in relief. But with her tongue being shoved down his throat, noises other than moans and gasps were hard.

He tumbled out into what he suspected to be the break area or something for employees. He fell to the ground, the blonde girl following him, landing in a heap on top of him. She giggled again as she sat up, her legs straddling his hips. She began to move, and the friction was heavenly to his already sensitive groin. He bucked back, wishing that his trousers and her underwear were gone. He longed to touch her chest like she was touching his. He would give anything to turn the tables on this 'war of the tongues' she had thrown him in.

But as of now, he was losing by a landslide. At this rate, if she were anything like Gray, she would have him tied up and twitching in less than ten minutes.

So, he rolled over, gently pinning her to the ground. He broke the kiss and trailed kisses down her neck, pausing to suck on area that she responded to well. His hands were far up her dress, toying at the edges of her lacy panties. He thought it weird that he was curious as to what color they were.

He tugged a bit on the fabric as he nipped the spot he'd just sucked at. She bucked her hips, and he took that as positive sign. So ever so slowly, he began pulling her underwear down. He leaned back, getting a good look at her. Flushed, breathing heavily, and mused, she looked like a feast fit for a king.

And he hoped dearly that he would be the only king to have the pleasure of feasting on her.

Yellow and blue stripes peaked from underneath her black dress, and as much as wanted to see more (much much much more), the door that'd just stumbled from shot open, and he tilted his head back and scowled at the intruder.

The new comer looked frightened, like he'd lost something precious. His hair, a dirty blonde color (odd, two blondes in one place?) was messy, but he couldn't tell if that was just the way he styled it, or if it was from fingers being ran through it.

His eyes shot down to him, and the other male looked bashful for all of a second. When he saw the blonde girl underneath Natsu his face broke out into pure fury, and with a vicious growl two hands grabbed Natsu by the shoulders and hauled him to his feet, then proceeded to shove him into the nearest dumpster. The sound it made when he collided into its side echoed, and it took a couple seconds for Natsu to bounce back.

But it seemed that he didn't really have to go after the jackass that interrupted. Because the pretty blonde was standing and yelling things that he didn't understand, but by the look on the other guys face they weren't very pleasant. He moved to give the dirty blonde haired guy a piece of his mind too, even if the likelihood of this man actually understanding his threats were slim to none. He supposed, that if worse came to worse, he could introduce his fists into the conversation. They spoke a language that everyone understood worldwide.

But he took one step before the little blue haired girl who danced with the burly guy from before popped her head into the alleyway. She sighed at the blonde and the other guy arguing, disappointment evident in her facial expression.

The burly looking man followed her as she exited the club. He stayed with the two blondes, while the blunette approached Natsu, smiling sadly at him.

She said something to him, which he figured was some sort of apology. And when he didn't respond with anything more than a confused look, she bursted into laughter.

Scratching his head, Natsu decided that this woman was insane.

"Oh man, it just figures that Lucy chooses the one that doesn't speak even a bit of English." Startled, Natsu looked at the blue haired girl in awe.

"You speak Japanese?" His voice was hoarse, and he coughed to try to clear it. It didn't work.

"Yeah, I've studied it for a couple years. My names Levy Mcgarden, and that girl you were making out with was Lucy Heartipilia, and the big guy is my boyfriend Gajeel Redifox. And the guy who just went berserk on you is Lucy's cousin, Loke."

Natsu relaxed a bit at this. He was afraid that that Loke guy was Lucy's boyfriend or something. "My name is Natsu Dragoneel, and it's nice to meet you."

Levy smiled, and looked over to the group arguing. It seemed that they drew a crowd because people were filtering out. Among them, Gray stepped out, and he looked to who he now knew to be Lucy with a leering eye. Natsu looked to the blunette and excused himself in favor of protecting his new found interest from his best friend.

He caught Gray just has he was about to greet Lucy. "What are you doing?" Natsu spoke, arms crossed, and mouth frowning.

Gray grinned at Natsu, crossing his arms too as he looked to Natsu with something of kin to pride, "So you did end up with the blonde. I wasn't sure if you would actually make a move." The dark haired man took a sweeping look of Natsu's appearance, "Nice shirt you've got going there. What with some of the buttons missing and what not."

Natsu looked down and grinned himself. Man, it felt good to have a girl back in his life, even if it had only been for a couple minutes.

"So, what exactly happened? Who's the other blonde, and the big guy, and the cute small one?"

Natsu uncrossed his arms and turned to watch them bicker about whatever they were fighting about. "The girl I met tonight is Lucy, and the other blonde guy is Loke, Lucy's cousin. Big guy-I don't remember his name-and small girl are dating—Levy! Her name is Levy. I think she might be the only one that speaks Japanese. I'm pretty sure they're all here together too."

Gray nodded in understanding. "So how far did you get?" He changed the subject abruptly, treading into a topic that made Natsu shift in surprise and embarrassment.

"That is none of your business, ice freak!" Natsu blushed.

Gray narrowed his eyes at Natsu. "Alright, since you don't want to talk about that why don't you explain to me why I got my ass handed to me by a group of girls tonight? I feel like that has your name written all over it!"

Natsu gulped and focused on the gibber-jabber of the English speakers.

He really, really wished he paid attention in English class more. Dealing with that argument over there seemed much less violent than the one he was about to get into with Gray. He knew the ice freak well enough, and the man didn't like being showed up by anyone, especially girls.

So, with an apologetic smile Natsu backed away from the seething man, coming up to stand next to Lucy. He listened to the odd sounding words, and outraged exclamations they shared as the two blondes continued to duke it could.

Looping an arm over Luy's shoulder, he pulled the blonde closer to him, eyes shifting to look at the stewing dark haired man off to the side. He wouldn't attack Natsu if he was close to a girl…right.

Gurgling noises caught his attention, and Natsu looked on with shock as Loke turned so red he looked ready to faint. The blonde man was saying something to him, and by the looks of it, Natsu should either be angry, or scared.

Instead he smiled. "I don't understand English." He admitted, shrugging.

Loke smacked his forehead with his palm, the sound echoing in the ally. People were filtering back into the club now, growing bored with the exchange. The last one to leave was Loke, who glared with such intensity that Natsu thought that if looks could kill, he would be six feet under.

But then Levy tapped his shoulder and said something in English to the guy. It seemed to sooth him a bit. Rubbing his eyes warily, he said something under his breath and turned on his heels, marching back into the club.

The door snapped closed behind him, and once again he was alone with the beautiful blonde.

He figured that in the near future he would be learning a shit load of English.

But he wouldn't have it any other way.