Natsu and Lucy sat on one of the white-painted benches in the vast green garden outside of the Heartfilia mansion. Rakheid was facing the two of them as he, too, sat on another bench. They had left the old man to let him rest.

“So, you’ve got yourself a husband already. How’s the ‘married life’ since you beat me to it?” Rakheid asked with a smirk on his face.

Lucy’s face reddened at the idea that she got wedded first before her older brother.

“Well, you’ll have to marry and find out for yourself.” Lucy answered.

“Yeah right. Has my sister been good?” Rakheid turned to Natsu.

“Yes, she has,” Natsu answered, “Every day and every night” he continued with a smirk.

The men exchanged smirks. It was like they understood each other. Them and their male thoughts.

But Lucy didn’t get what they were talking about.

“How’s work Lucy? I saw you on one of the magazines when I was in Paris.” Rakheid asked.

“Well, I’ve actually decided to quit modelling” she answered, smiling at him.

“What? You’ve always loved modelling. Why?” her brother probed.

Lucy turned to Natsu who avoided her gaze and looked away. She smiled and leaned her body onto him, holding his hand.

“Because someone wanted me to. Besides, after some consideration, I realized that a break from all that work isn’t so bad after all.”

“Mmm… I see,” Rakheid replied, eyeing the two of them.

“Why don’t you two get acquainted while I go get some tea. ‘Kay?” Lucy said as she stood up and headed back towards the mansion.

They waited for a while until Lucy’s figure disappeared into the large backdoor of the house.

“Did you tell her?” Rakheid asked, turning his head to Natsu.

“Not yet” was his simple reply.

The blond nodded his head. Whatever it was, he was certain that Natsu had a good reason for keeping the family’s secret from his wife.

“So you’ve been wandering the world for some time now, met someone special?” Natsu asked as he smirked at the other.

“Well, let’s just say I’ve met too many that I can’t seem to remember their names,” Rakheid replied giving back an amused chuckle, “but there was this blond girl though, Dimaria. She was the hardest to forget.”

They went on with their conversation.

Making up for lost time.

Remembering the past and talking about the present.

Then it was already nightfall.

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NURA ESTATE

A glass shattered on the floor, wine scattered on its smooth surface.

Rikuo frustratedly sat on the bed in the master’s bedroom. Removing his suit coat and necktie angrily. He just received word that all of the goons who worked for him were all annihilated by Dragneel. Not a single one left.

“The business was doing well. BUT HE JUST HAD TO INTERFERE WITH IT!” he shouted to no one in particular.

He noticed his wife come out of the bathroom, walking towards him.

“Tsurara…” he whispered.

She was careful not to step on the shattered glass on the floor.

“Honey…is it Dragneel again?” she said, giving him a smile as she slowly pushed him on the bed, trying to calm him down.

“Who else could it be?” he said, a trace of anger still in his voice. He was now lying with his back on the bed.

His wife gently moved on top of him, sitting on him. She looked so glorious with her silky nightgown on and her long black hair with its edges sprawled on the bed.

“What are you going to do about it?” she spoke as she looked down on him.

“I’m going to kill him.” he answered simply, staring at her.

She started to unbutton his white shirt. When she was done, her fingers traced circles from his chest down to his well-toned abs. It was working, he was slowly calming down. And he was also getting turned on, his breathing getting heavier by her touch.

“Why don’t you kill him slowly?” she said as she placed his hands on her hips, urging him to strip her off of her clothes.

“What do you mean?” he asked, his hands sliding their way inside her thin nightgown.

“His wife. Hurt his wife and you’ll hurt him more” she whispered as she leaned down and placed kisses on his chest.

His hands reached her breasts underneath the silk cloth. He fondled with them, making her moan.

“Or better yet, kill her. Kill her and he’ll want to kill himself, save yourself the time and effort of doing it” she said as she found his mouth and kissed him.

Rikuo pulled her down on the bed. She was now lying on her back, him on the top.

“That’s not such a very bad idea at all,” he said, smirking.

Then he instantly stripped her off the nightgown she was wearing as his thing kept hardening in his pants.