Light 'Em Up

Two

"Lucy! Lucy, wake up!"

someone shook her awake. She spun wildly and aimed at her assailants face. "Stay away! Stay away from me!" she shrieked.

"Lucy, calm down. It's just me." She rested one gun on her own forehead and opened her eyes sleepily.

"Jellal.." She opened her eyes wider and finally saw the brown eyed, blue haired girl that bandaged her up. "Uh. Sorry. Thought you were someone else." She mumbled. Wendy smiled.

"Come on, Mira made pancakes." Lucy reholstered her guns and stood, following Wendy down the stairs to the kitchen area. And holy hell, it was huge. Cana had it good. Lucy squashed down the resentment and forced a smile onto her face.

"It smells great." She tried to sound happy, but the hard edge in her voice made it difficult. She looked around at the inside of the room, mentally listing all the exits and sitting down at a table cautiously. The tall white haired girl from earlier set down a plate of pancakes and introduced herself as Mira. Lucy just watched her silently, until her talk faltered and she left. Lucy waited until no one was watching and slipped away.

Rich food like that nauseated her, which was strange, because she prided herself on her iron stomach. She could eat anything and everything the street had to offer. But pancakes and syrup? Ewww. She'd only had the stuff maybe three times in the span of her seventeen years of life. It was too sweet and sugary. Even at a young age, Lucy disliked sugary things and sweet things. And above all, she despised girly items. Lace, pink, dolls, etc. Cana had been the same before she abandoned them.

Michelle, on the other hand, adored lace and pink and flowers and baths and sugary shit. She was always cutesy and nice to complete wackos. Lucy loved her sister, but there were few times she could stand to be in her presence. She used to be so god damn maternal. There wasn't a single mean bone in her body.

Of course, Lucy thought wryly, there wasn't a bone of her left anyway.

Lucy wandered around until she came across Wendy again. She really did like the little girl; she reminded Lucy of when Cana was little and sweet, but not so sweet that you wanted to gag. She was just a cute little girl you wanted to hug and squeal and call adorable.

"Do you want to meet my sisters?" Wendy asked. After a moment, Lucy agreed. Just more people to pretend to be nice to. Lucy followed Wendy into a room that split off into four others. They went into the closest one, knocking first because "Grey and my sister get.. intense.. sometimes." That made Lucy giggle. The oldest sister referred to herself in third person as Juvia. The second sister who practically lived in a library was called Levy. The third, obsessed with snakes, was introduced as Yukino.

Lucy smiled her way through all of it, only to be surprised in the hallway.

"That's not your smile." Wendy said matter-of-factly. Lucy turned on her in exasperation. "So what if it isn't?" She asked. Wendy crossed her arms. "I wanna see your real smile." She stated. "I don't think I can smile for you or anyone else." Lucy laughed, a quick, sharp sound, and shrugged.

After a moment, Wendy smiled softly. "That's your room." She pointing at the door next to hers. She opened it and gestured for Lucy to go inside. She nodded in satisfaction at the lock on the inside of the door.

"I can see it." Wendy said from the doorway. Lucy turned, a questioning look on her face. "Your smile. It's right here." Wendy put a hand over her own heart and smiled once more before vanishing from the entryway. Lucy, startled for a moment, recovered and snorted. "What a weirdo." She said fondly. She couldn't help but admit it. Not even an entire morning and the little brat had grown on her.