Our Hearts (A NaLu love story)

~{Those of us}~

Lucy Heartfilia

Name of a Pure Heart

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My name is Lucy.
I am a Pure Heart.
I am seventeen. I live with my mother in the Pure community, a dark neighborhood with the liveliest people. The only way to identify yourself as a Pure is to have an insignia on a part of your body that seems significant. I have one on my hand. We are treated poorly, harshly and are watched by the Impure. We might as well be cattle: grazing, eating and staying happy. Then hopefully not picked as the next victim of the cruel world, that will eat up your heart in an instant. It's not all that bad though: the good thing about being a Pure heart is that you never feel down in the dumps.

Although as a Pure, (I don't get much of an education) nothing in this world satisfies me more than reading and learning. I know it's silly but I have always wanted to write a book about my life as a Pure. Just so the Impure's know what their lives are missing: Joy and Innocence.

Or maybe one day I'll understand what the Impure community is like...

I hope not.

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I sit on a park bench in the empty town square while staring at the pale and gloomy sky. A couple passes by and brightly smile. I smile back and realize that they are my good friends Erza and Jellal.

"Lucy! How have you been?" Erza asks me.

"Oh nothing much, I seem to be caught in my mind's web. As I always am."

Erza sighs, "Well don't think too hard, we need your brains in order to avoid the Selection. Do you have a plan yet?"

The Selection was a ceremony for those who are Pure to get chosen by the Impure as slaves who do anything their masters desire. It was also a celebration moved to every Dragneel's birth date. They changed the date about eighteen years ago.My father, along with all the other fathers, were under the control of Dragneel CEO; Igneel Dragneel. In the blink of an eye, he could simply snap his fingers, and my family could be taken away and forgotten. He was easily the most powerful man in the world. Every Selection, Erza and I find different ways to avoid getting selected. Once I decided to take a clumsy appeal and tripped over my two feet every five seconds. Another time Erza and I pretended to speak a made-up language and were categorized as lunatics. But nothing could beat last year's stunt. We decided to be deaf and completely dumb. Every time we were asked a question or were flirted with; we would stare the Impures down until we were finally rejected. One strange thing though, at the Selection, you never see the higher up Impures like the Dragneels. That's because after the Selection comes the Elimination which the Dragneels see through to it themselves.

I lowered my voice down to a whisper. "You're going to love it. Erza, this year we are going to 'accidentally' put the hottest spices we can find in their tea."
Erza smiled and Jellal's eyes went wide in worry.

"You could be Removed for that!" He spoke the word "removed" in a hushed tone.

"Oh don't be a wuss, we're two hot girls with breasts! There is nothing else we need! We can always flirt our way out of the situation; what could go wrong?" Erza said without a hint of doubt in her tone.

"But-"

"Breasts." Erza raised her eyebrows and stared Jellal down.

"I'm just worried is all," Jellal raised his hands in surrender, "don't hate on your boyfriend."

"Thank you Jellal," I said checking the time on the town clock. 23:6 it read. At 45:6 is when the Selection began. "I should probably get ready."

I waved at Jellal and Erza and ran straight back home. In the front door I collapsed. My mother stuck her head out from our kitchen.

"In Purity's name... Lucy, why aren't you dressed yet?"

"Uh, I got lost?"

Mother rolled her eyes and gestured for me to put on my dress. All Pures get a dress that is passed down from generation to generation. See, after age twenty-one you don't go to Selections anymore, and have the opportunity to have a family. Having families before that age can result in Removal of you and your family. For some reason the youngest ages are considered the most pure and the Selections begin at age twelve. If you are Selected then you will be a slave to the Impure forever. My mother and father were lucky, in fact my mother actually schemed her way out of it too.

I change into the classic white dress and spun around in the mirror and pretended as if it was a flowing gown. Pures don't get to see other colors besides white and hair colors. No Pure has the hair color pink. If one is born with the color, they are immediately removed. The Dragneels own that color. That's why so few of us even know the color pink. I am not one of them but my mother has seen it before. It may sound silly but I used to have dreams of this color.

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Hello my dear, although we are apart now, I can't seem to take my mind off of you. You watch over me like my guardian angel. I feel your gaze and presence when I sleep.

I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

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Hey what's up my fellow Nalu Community! I just released chapter one and I can't wait to keep going and I just want to thank anyone who stars or comments it just makes my day! I really enjoy doing this and my posting rules are a three day gap between each chapter- plus a side story of your choice at the end but I will save that for another day!

-Sayonara!

-WeArePandamonium