WOODEN DOORS

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With a single push of our Guilds wooden doors, sending the material to hit the concrete walls. Leaving a dent that reaches for cracks.

All.eyes snapped towards my direction but i couldnt care less. I felt toyed.

I felt played.

Though i couldnt explain why.

Too occupied with my thoughts that i hasnt felt Natsu's form approaching. His presence was only then acknowledged, the moment his flaming fist colided with my impossibly drawn face.

"Whats your problem?" Nursing my now swollen.jaw i tried to breathe calmly as my eyes locked at his angered state.

"YOURE MY PROBLEM! THERES ONLY ONE PERSON ALLOWED TO BREAK THAT DOOR AND YOUR LOOKING STRAIGHT AT HIM!" Natsu glared icily at my state as his words dances into.my mind.

He hit me for breaking a door?  Its just a door. He's acting like i laughed at his treasured bounty. A Deed i always does.

"Its just one door. Why dont you just look for other doors you could break." I breathed with a shrug as i made an attempt to walk past him.

Yes, attempt. For as soon as i walked a foot closer to his form, did another of his blows collided with my body. Sending me tumbling back.

"THATS MY FAVORITE DOOR PRINCESS!" his scowl boomed around our guild as he charged back at me.

That moment in, fights started at our Guild. Breaking every piece thats possible to.be broken.

It only stopped, ear shattering thunder drummed the skies. Followed by a lightning that split the now darkening heavens. Big drops of rain pittered and pattered, the only solemn sound that could be heard.

Moments later, did pale green fog started to crawl its way inside our lively guild. Coating every soul with cold temperature. Even i got affected. As an ice wizard, i shouldnt be affected by the low temperature, but this magic pulled me to experience what being cold feels like.

Figures walked inside our Guild and i was glad i didnt believe Juvia was really dead. For now, she stands proudly at our entrance.

Blue locks cascades down her shoulder, topped with her russian hat, her deep blue eyes sparkling with love. Her dark blue dress covered her curves.

A sight i wouldnt mind gazing at for years. But my beautiful scenery came crumbling down, as a strong grip snaked its way into her waist.

LYON.


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