Oh, Well, It's a Fairy Tail

The Best Dichotomy

SEPTEMBER 11TH — SUNSET

"The Best Dichotomy"

Natsu arrived three hours late to their date when the sun had already begun to set. And when he did arrive, it was with plenty of bruises, mud all on his jeans, part of his shirt torn, one shoe on, and with a long cut streaming blood down his forehead. He dropped down onto the picnic blanket with a massive groan and leaned against Lucy's shoulder.

"What happened?" she asked with a small smile. She was upset at first, but as she could clearly see, he'd gotten what was coming to him for being late already.

"Fullbuster looked at me the wrong way," he muttered, picking a rotten banana peel from his hair. Apparently, garbage was involved too. "And...we got a little carried away. Down the street. We rolled and grappled for at least two miles. There were many police cars."

"Natsu," she half-whined. He gave her an easy smile that made her remember, despite his many (understatement of the year) quirks and flaws, why she fell so hard in love with him. She sighed and wet her handkerchief from her water bottle and started wiping at his face.

"Seriously, Luce?" he complained, trying to pull away. One look from her stopped that immediately.

"I know you're strong and whatnot, but stop being so dang reckless, okay?" She flicked his nose, earning a small "ow" from him when he looked away.

"Sorry," he muttered. She huffed and folded her hands primly over her denim skirt.

"Well, you're here now. That's something."

"Yeah." They watched the sun change from gold to dark red and orange, then suddenly blades of grass were raining down. Lucy looked over to see Natsu plucking grass from the hill and throwing it in the air. "Woo-hoo!" he yelled.

"What's wrong with you?" she said, but she had to fit back some giggles to get it out. And she would've been lying if she said she didn't love Natsu for his off-the-walls randomness.

"It's a celebration," he said with a laugh.

"The sun sets every day, moron," she smiled. He turned to her then, and the intensity in his eyes made her catch her breath.

"Being with you, that's worth celebrating," he clarified in a low tone that made her flush all the way to her toes. Then he broke the mood with a wide smile as he gently grasped the back of her head, bringing their foreheads together.

"I thought we were watching the su-sunset." Her breath hitched when he planted a little kiss on her lips, then he chuckled.

"The sun sets every day," he repeated. "But I only get to see you a little bit. So I wanna enjoy it."

He was hardheaded, he was sweet, he was absentmindedly violent, and he was absolutely perfect. He was hers, and she wouldn't have it any other way.