The Fairy-Tail Bride

Chapter I part III: His Answer and His Departure

Me: *Crawls tentatively toward computer* h-h-h-hi, uh, guys.... Heh, Heh, hum, so... Yeah, um... obviously, I'm late... again... Excuse? ... I... uh, haven't got one... just... um, my brain, I guess? *Wailing* I'M SOOOOO SORRY, GUYS! DON'T KILL ME! PLEASE? *small voice* Please? ... Gomen? Anybody?

Natsu: Um, Mwali... did you check the actual date that you uploaded last time?

Me: *literally looks at the upload date for the first time. Pulls out calculator and calendar, does the math.* YOU MEAN...?

Natsu: *Grins* yep

Me: OH... MY... GODS! THANK YOU, DRAGNEEL!!! *hugs him"

Natsu: no problem!

Me: I'm actually on time, guys! Someone break out the record books!

Disclaimer: still no change in identity. I'm still just Mwali.

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Previously on the FairyTail Bride:

"Who is it?" Lucy asked as she pulled herself together.

"Natsu," came the voice.

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"Natsu?" she wondered aloud, "Do I know any... Oh, Farm Boy! It's you! Oh, how droll." She went to the door, unlocked it, and said, in her most high and mighty tone, "Oh, I'm so glad that you've stopped by. I've been feeling so upset with myself for that little game I played on you this morning. Of course, you understood that I was only fooling around. Or at least, I thought you knew, but just as your door clicked shut, I thought to myself, 'Now look, Lucy. You may have gone just a little too far this time.' And then I thought of you, you poor silly thing, and how you must have been confused by my fabulous acting skills. I was worried you might have thought that I was serious, but of course we both know that that's ridiculous."

"I've come to say goodbye."

Lucy's heart lurched in her chest, but she held to her fancy tone. "You're going to sleep, you mean? And you've come to say goodnight? That's very sweet of you, Farm Boy. Does this mean that you forgive me for my little jest this morning? Because that means quite a lot to me, because y-"

He cut her off, "I'm leaving."

That's when she noticed the rucksack over his right shoulder. The floor shifted under her feet. "Leaving?"

He nodded.

Lucy gripped the doorframe. "Now?"

"Yes."

"Is it because of what I said this morning?"

He nodded again.

"Oh, I've scared you off, haven't I? I could kill my tongue." She put her head in one hand, still steadying herself on the doorframe with the other. "Oh, well... what's done is done. Your decision's been made. Just remember: I won't take you back after she's through with you. I don't care if you beg."

He just stared at her, brow furrowed.

"You think," she rushed on, "that just because you're so handsome and perfect, that no one can get tired of you. Well you're wrong; they can, and Minerva certainly will. Besides, you are far too poor to finance her lifestyle."

"I'm heading to America, to seek my fortune." He told her. (This was just after America, a little before George Washington, and long after fortunes.) "There's a ship sailing from London very soon. There is great opportunity in America, and I'm going to make the most of it."