The Story Of Us

With You

Hello Readers! Thank you so much for the 28K reads and votes. It has been a while due to exams and I just ended the TMTYLM story with another NaLu story coming up named <Lovers Again>. Please check it out, the prologue is already up. The first chapter will be updated soon.

Thank you for your patience and here's a new chapter, enjoy!

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Natsu Dexent's POV

It has been days since I plunged poison down my father's throat. I slip through the crowded towns everyday with the feeling of my existence starting to disappear.

It could not be helped could it? He was the one that ordered Lisanna's death after all.

Each passing day, I researched all I could about potions and the Trea's household ancestry. I learnt about witchcraft and created antidotes and potions.

I knew that I was driving myself to the brink of insanity but I could not help it. It was the only thing that made me feel alive ever since Lisanna's death.

"I have to get stronger," I thought.

This is the only satisfactory way I thought of to destroy Sabertooth.

A plan was drawn in my head a few days after Lucy returned to Magnolia. I found out who the culprits were. Ultimately, it was Father and an organization of assassins that goes by the name of Sabertooth.

I may not know where they are now, but that man's face was something that will stay in my mind forever.

Blonde hair and indigo eyes...

My teeth clenched tightly just by the mere thought of that scum.

Even if it is the last thing I do, I will bring this man down to hell with me. He will experience a fate worse than death, and I will assure it happens.

I returned to my temporary home that was actually an abandoned hut. I opened the door and the smell of herbs was strong enough to tingle my nostrils.

I threw my cloak on the wooden bed and started my endless work once again. I rolled up my sleeves up and continued from where I left off.

As I continued to mix the different herbs, the aching thought of Lisanna's dying expression was still fresh in my mind.

Anger, resentment, regret, despair.

All these emotions are making me feel suffocated and breathless.

But I will live on, 'till I get my revenge.

Lucy de Fiore's POV

The stabbing feeling of pain repeated and repeated until it shook me awake. My eyes shot open and I took in sharp breaths.

I felt a warm hand holding onto mine and I turned to him and smiled assuringly, "Leo, It's okay, I'm alr-" I stopped mid-sentence as l was sure I was talking to a different man.

"S-S-Sting?" I stuttered.

He looked at me worriedly and held both of my hands, "Are you feeling okay?"

I looked around and noticed there there was no one else in the room except him. I returned my attention back to him.

"I-I-I'm fine. W-What are you doing here?" I stumbled on my words again, still trying to process why he is here.

I muttered, "Am I dreaming?"

He chuckled, "You're still silly after just being stabbed?"

I looked at him in confusion, "...How?"