Dragon Prince

Chapter 3

Salamu fellow readers.

I have no excuse about the long time between these two updates other than... I forgot...

Man, that's pathetic, but anyway.

This chapter is in 3rd person limited, Natsu POV, I am going to try to keep all of the chapters in 3rd person limited and just jump from character to character.

This is the last time that I will warn you who the chapter will be focused on. From now on you will have to figure it out with context clues.

Enjoy the chapter.

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As the three students walked down the hallway towards the principal's office, they said nothing.

However, they were thinking furiously.

From the looks on Gajeel's and Gray's faces, they were trying to figure out why Natsu had started that fight so soon into class. Natsu knew that they knew why he started it, but had yet to know why he did when he did.

But Natsu wasn't concerned with that right now, he was too busy trying to keep from collapsing at the mere thought of a girl with blonde hair and chocolate brown eyes, who smelled distinctly of strawberries and vanilla.

That smell had been haunting him since last year, ever since Levy had come in with traces of it on her person, very faint, but there. Enough to the point that he had to restrain himself from shoving his nose into her hair just to get a better sense of it. It only got worse when the rest of the girls started smelling like it too.

It was almost like the world was taunting him, giving him just enough to let him know that it existed, but not enough to satisfy him.

During the break, he had tried to recreate the smell using fresh strawberries and vanilla with no success. The ratio was always off; on one occasion, it was so wrong that he actually hurt his nose.

He thought that this sick joke was taken to a whole new level when he got to Fairy-Tail High and the whole school smelled like it. He wanted to ignore it, and tried to focus on getting to class on time, but the smell was so strong, and he hadn't been exposed to it in so long that he couldn't.

Truth be told, he only made it to class on time because that was where the scent led him.

Once he realized this, he tried to keep calm. He tried, once again, to ignore the wonderful smell that was coming from somewhere behind him and to his left. When her name was called, he was genuinely proud of himself for not turning to see who had made the most angelic sound he had ever heard.

He did berate himself for making such a big deal over one word, and memorizing her name.

Lucy Heartfilia. Beautiful.

Once roll was over, he could feel his heart rate accelerating rapidly, and he knew that he had to get out of there. He didn't want to resort to that if he didn't have to. So he began scanning the room to find another excuse to leave.

This turned out to be a mistake, he realized, when his eyes locked with a pair of chocolate brown ones. Behind him, and to his left.

In less than a second he had memorized every detail of her face. The position of her cheek bones, the size and shape of her nose, the way that her hair was done up, and the way that he predicted that it would fall naturally.

Had he been an artist, he could have recreated her perfectly from memory.

He suddenly realized that he was staring, and she was staring right back, he had no idea for how long, but he knew that his heart was beating dangerously fast. He felt that he was close to having a panic attack, and was sure that it was written all over his face. So, he did what came natural by now, he tried to cover it with a huge grin.