Fairy Tail: This Little Chickie

It Just Got Worse

Disclaimer: Fairy Tail® by Mashima Hiro

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The train ride that day was the most awkward moment in Lucy's entire life. She had met Laxus at the station just as she was told; he was easy to spot with the coat hanging from his shoulders and the headphones over his ears. He was lounging on a bench, clearly off in his own little world, his head nodding slightly to the music's beat. She stood waiting for him to notice her presence on his own since she was too scared to draw it to her purposely.

As she waited, her body fidgeting and switching her weight from foot to foot, Lucy's eyes remained locked on him; wondering once more what he could possibly need her for. Her eyes observed much before he opened up his own to see her. His messy, blond hair was kept relatively short, probably as a way to keep it somewhat tamed, and looked incredibly soft. He wore a dark blue button-up shirt and black pants tucked into armored boots. Over his shoulders a brown fur-lined overcoat was draped. His SoundPod hung from his brown leather belt and the headphones covered his ears. The guy was...unique, and rather good looking, Lucy supposed now that she wasn't blinded by fear. One thing remained a mystery though: his eyes. She found herself wondering what color his eyes were and had the sudden urge to find out, but chased the thought away with a shake of her head. To discover his eye color she would have to ask or actually look him in the eye, and Lucy felt that she wasn't capable of doing either of those things. He scared her just too much.

Lucy let out a long sigh, and oddly enough, that was enough for him to open his eyes. In truth, he had known she was there since the moment she arrived, but the feel of her eyes on him intrigued him. Though he knew it was to size him up, not check him out, he figured it was step in the right direction. He let her observe him, let her become a little more relaxed around him until she wasn't blinded by fear. Her fear was refreshing; made him feel even more powerful, but it was also off-putting. There was point lusting after a girl that passed out in fear whenever he came within two feet of her. Let her get over her fear so he could get on top of her and...

The song suddenly ended leaving him with the annoying sounds of the station. When a soft sigh escaped the female before him and he opened his eyes. The moment his gaze fell on her, she quickly looked away and fidgeted as if she was fighting the urge to flee. He smirked and stood up.

Lucy could sense him towering over her. His size alone was intimidating, but that scar and attitude only made him all the more over-bearing.

"Alright chickie...time to get going." He said in an amused tone, his hand waving to indicate she was to board the train first. She rushed ahead and waited for him to choose the seats. Of course he chose the window seat, his body totally relaxed and his eyes full of amusement when she sat opposite him but next to the isle; as far from him as possible without going to another booth.

They were silent when the train began to move and remained so for about half an hour, though Lucy could swear it felt like forever. She finally gathered up the nerve to speak.

"S-so...what is the job?" She asked with her gaze focused on her lap. When there was no response, she looked up at the man to see that he was listening to his music again and staring out the window, watching the land pass by. She knew the volume wasn't loud enough to drown out her voice completely. She knew he had heard her and was simply ignoring her. Lucy hated to be ignored, so she tried again.

"What's the job?" She asked louder, a hint of her annoyance adding an edge to her tone. A small smirk presented itself on his face and he reached into his coat and pulled out a paper. Without even glancing her way, he tossed it at her, making her scramble to catch it. She noticed him crank up the sound so he really wouldn't be able to hear her then continue to stare out the window. Lucy huffed then turned to the crinkled up flyer in her hand.