Oh, hello, new story. :-)
As always, I'm a nervous wreck when posting a new story. It takes so much work just to write this A/N, honestly.
This fanfic is heavily inspired by the manga Zettai Kareshi/Absolute Boyfriend. I have been wanting to write this story for ages and I am finally doing it.
I hope everyone likes this story as much as I hope you will! I'm really looking forward to see where this story goes.
It will be updated every Saturday!
Thank you to everyone who reads my silly fics. It really does mean a lot!
Enjoy, everyone. ~
Disclaimer: I do not own Fairy Tail and if I did, I would probably make it just have Natsu and Lucy going on dates the entire time.
The amount of items to buy on the internet are endless.
Books, notebooks, special pens made specifically for writing, and everything else in between can be ordered with the simple click of a mouse. And if I don't like what I purchased, I'm able to send it back the same day I received it.
Personally, my favorite thing about the internet is that I can buy anything whenever I want.
No matter what time it is, the stores online are always open.
As much as I hate to admit it, ordering items online has become my obsession. I can't seem to get enough of it.
"Someone really needs to take away your computer, Lu," my best friend, Levy, scolds me during school.
"It's fine!" I assure her with a wave of my hand. "Ordering books online isn't hurting anyone, right?"
"How do you get the money for it?" another best friend named Gray inquires.
"Allowance," I answer shortly with a shrug.
"Juvia loves shopping online!" Juvia, another best friend, exclaims. "Juvia is able to buy so many clothes to go on dates with—"
"Anyway," Gray interrupts her with a cough to clear his throat. "We're still up for Fairy Tail tomorrow, right?"
"That is if Lucy doesn't ditch us again to order some more stuff online," a new voices comes in, joining the table we're sitting at. "Yo, Shrimp, let's go."
I open my mouth to defend myself, but I dismiss him after realizing it's Gajeel speaking.
"Well, that's my cue," Levy laughs lightly, rising from her seat. "Gajeel, you're still coming with us tomorrow."
"Sure, whatever," he responds half-heartedly, striding off without another word.
"I will never understand him," Gray mutters.
I nod in agreement—sometimes Gajeel is the most relaxed person in the world or he's as grumpy as an old man.
I still don't understand how Levy has put up with him ever since he transferred to Magnolia High one year ago.
"Lucy!" a shrill voice echoes throughout the cafeteria.
Twisting around in my seat, I find my next best friend, Lisanna, rushing towards me.
"What's up?" I ask curiously.
"Did you see the new sale online?" she raves breathlessly. "Look!"
My heartbeat speeds up as I read Lisanna's phone screen that she has extended out to me.
"We have to keep a close eye on this sale tonight," I state firmly, scrolling through all the items up for sale.
"We will," she guarantees.
I send her a smile as I hand her the phone back. Lisanna is the only one who understands my love for online shopping.
The school bell which dismisses us from lunch chimes throughout the cafeteria. Lisanna and I continue to babble about the upcoming sale until we're scolded to be silent and learn.
It's no surprise when my thoughts drift off to everything I can look at online after school. I can feel my hands tingling at the thought of clicking on everything I can.
Lisanna and I waste no time to meet up with each other after school, walking to our homes that are in the same apartment complex.
"No way!" Lisanna shouts with disbelief, viewing her phone as we walk. "The sale was moved to tomorrow!"
"Tomorrow?" I repeat with horror. "We have to go to Fairy Tail tomorrow!"
"What do we do?" she questions anxiously.
I bite my lip, already knowing what I really want to do. But if I don't go to Fairy Tail again, it'll be because of the same reason.
Online sales are the usual excuse; however, there's something else that I've kept to myself.
The group of friends Lisanna and I share are slowly but surely getting into relationships.
Gray and Juvia, Gajeel and Levy, and another couple—Erza and Jellal.
With these blossoming relationships, Lisanna and I are naturally the outcasts of the group. As a result, we don't have as much fun with them anymore. We'd much rather online shop together instead.
"We'll figure it out later," I finally answer Lisanna's question.
"Well, okay," she says uneasily. "I'll text you in a bit!"
"See you," I wave before we separate to the opposite sides of our floor.
I'm able to feel my cool apartment while I unlock the door to go inside.
"This summer is too hot this year," I sigh with a shake of my head, tossing my schoolbag away and unbuttoning the top buttons of my blouse.
Whipping up a small snack, I excitedly press the power button to my computer and watch it light up.
Even though there's a clock on the corner of my screen, I don't bother to pay attention to it the entire time I'm browsing the web for some more sales.
There are only special exceptions when I decide to pay for everything at full price.
I take the shadows I'm able to see due to the dark room as my sign to take a break from shopping.
The moment I enter the kitchen, the expected knocks on the door begin to sound from outside.
"It was my turn to cook dinner for us, remember?" Lisanna reminds my bewildered expression once I've opened the door.
"Mira is the one who cooks the food, though," I remark, biting off a piece of the juicy chicken only Lisanna's older sister knows how to make.
Similar to all the other times Lisanna occasionally comes in for dinner, we jump into the topic of sales we've seen online.
We speak for less than half an hour since both of us know that we desperately want to see what we might be missing as we talk.
"You better send me the link later tonight," Lisanna orders when she's leaving my apartment.
"Of course," I assure while closing the door. "Goodnight!"
"Goodnight!" her voice echoes throughout the hallway.
Retreating to my computer again, clicking away at everything and anything, my eyes are glued to the screen.
I'm not sure how many times I actually blink, but once I feel my eyes burning after a bit, I force myself to.
And at that moment, an ad pops up on the computer screen.
I frown after reading the pink sparkly letters bouncing around the screen—something is definitely not right with this.
"I might as well do it, though," I mumble, slowly moving my mouse around. "I need a break, anyway."
I take a deep breath—feeling slightly embarrassed—but scroll through the options the ad offers.
"My perfect boyfriend would have…" I read aloud when I mark down a hair color, eye color, personality trait, and even birthmark.
With each question I answer, I find myself looking forward to the next. It's fun—customizing my perfect boyfriend.
Although I'm sure the ad is mostly for the purpose of wasting time, not really creating a boyfriend.
Once I'm finished putting down nearly everything I would like in a boyfriend, I'm directed to another part of the ad which tells me to submit the answers.
"Yeah, right," I scoff. "No way would I actually submit these!"
But just for fun, I decide to skim through the terms and conditions to see how ridiculous it all is.
However, when I've read the last word, my hand moves on its own. I hear my mouse click the box submit.
"What?" I breathe out, gawking at the loading screen. "I didn't mean to click submit! How do I take it back?"
There's no option for me to exit the page.
I have no choice but to watch with dismay as my personal information is automatically filled in all of the boxes.
"I don't even know how much this is going to cost," I groan, hanging my head back in my seat. "Why did I order a stupid robot?"
I nervously twist my seat back and forth while the sparkly letters from before appear on the computer screen. They mockingly bounce around once again.
"I'm returning it as soon as I get it," I state, shaking my head. "This is unbelievable."
Thankfully, it's going to be the weekend. So whenever this robot arrives, I'll be able to send it back in a heartbeat.
With a strange taste in my mouth, I turn off my computer for the night. I can still see the jumping letters as I try to go to sleep.
Thank you for your purchase.
I wake up the next morning, having forgotten all the events from last night.
Cooking a large breakfast just for myself is a Saturday tradition for me. My stomach's growls don't stop until it has been cooked.
I'm halfway into my meal when a couple of loud knocks pound on my front door.
"Lisanna already?" I inquire skeptically, swallowing all the food in my mouth.
However, instead of meeting up with Lisanna at the door, I'm met with a plain white box that is at least several inches taller than me.
What in the world is this?
It only takes one more blink at the box once I'm reminded of the absurd purchase I made last night that I still don't understand how or why.
Before the box attracts too much attention, I attempt to push it into my apartment.
I'm out of breath when the large box is barely inside the apartment, but with a few more shoves, there's enough space for me to go inside and shut the door.
My eyebrows furrow while inspecting the simple box with no sparkly letters, no color, and no—
"Return address?!" I shriek, running around each side of the box to find nothing but white.
In the midst of searching for a return address, my elbow accidentally taps against the box. I wince at the crash it makes as it meets with the wooden floor.
"Do robots break easily?" I wonder aloud, peering at the box which is now on its side.
The question only triggers more questions inside my mind. It takes my entire body strength to not reach over and peel off the fresh tape on the box.
But after the thought that my perfect boyfriend is inside that box, I can't fight the curiosity anymore.
The familiar tingle vibrates around my hands as I think of opening a package that I ordered online.
"Just a peek," I tell myself, sitting on the floor beside the box. "Just a tiny peek."
I carefully remove the long strips of tape from the box to make sure I'll be able to tape it all back together without having to fix too much.
There are only packing peanuts inside the box once I've opened it.
I'm convinced that the robot isn't inside the box and I've been ripped off, but after brushing away a few pieces of the sytrofoam, my breath hitches in my throat.
My eyes instantly narrow down at the boy's face in front of mine, feeling uncomfortable at the strands of his pink hair pressing against his forehead.
"Not only does this not have a return address, but they also sent me the wrong robot. Is this some kind of joke?" I grumble with irritation.
This purchase is absolutely a rip off.
Forcing down all the frustration inside of me, I lean over the box to close it and tape it all back together.
Yet in doing so, my arm grazes against the robot's forehead.
There's a noise—almost as if someone is snoring—and then the packing peanuts begin to shake.
My eyes widen as I instinctively back away from the box, my jaw dropping at what I'm seeing.
The robot rises from his lying position, his back upright. He rubs his eyes with his hand as though he's woken up from a deep sleep.
"What's your name?" the robot asks, his eyes scanning my apartment with wonder.
The voice of the robot catches me off guard—it sounds incredibly normal.
"L-Lucy," I answer hesitantly, viewing him push himself out of the box. "What's your name?"
His eyes fall on mine at the question.
"I don't have a name," he responds. "You're supposed to give me one. Didn't you read the manual, Luigi?"
"The manual!" I exclaim, leaning over the box to search for it, shoving the name Luigi to the back of my mind.
I'm relieved to find a folded up booklet at the corner of the box. I frantically read the booklet in hopes to find when and where I can return this lifelike robot.
"I don't care where I can buy you more clothes," I mumble, leafing through the pages. "Or how you work or when you were created. I just want to know how I can return you!"
"Do you know how to read?" he inquires with a scoff, examining the homework I've neglected to do which is placed on the small table near the couch.
"Of course I do," I counter, scowling over my shoulder at him.
"Page 76. The manual says that if you don't like me, my creator will come and get me with no questions asked," he states, although he's in the middle of tapping on the fish tank.
"How long will it take for your creator to come?" I ask as I pick myself up from the floor.
"Who knows?" he replies nonchalantly. "I don't know anything about that."
"Then what do you know?" I raise an eyebrow, placing a hand on my hip. "You're a robot, aren't you? Shouldn't you be a genius or something?"
"I'm a robot that was made for you," he answers.
I can't hold back my laugh at the response.
"You were nowhere close to who I ordered," I say. "I wanted dark hair, not pink hair."
The robot shrugs, becoming distracted by my half-eaten breakfast.
"I also wanted someone who listened to me—"
"Robots can eat food?!" I yell with disbelief, not finishing my previous sentence.
"We can," he nods, taking a gulp of my orange juice. "We don't have to, but it looks fun."
"Do you have to shower?" I interrogate. "Do I have to take you out for a walk every day?"
"I'm not a dog," he chuckles, two pointy canines poking out. "I'm programmed to do whatever you can do, but I still have to make you happy."
"Me?" I echo. "Why me?"
"Because you're my girlfriend, right?" he remarks.
My eyes widen again; I forgot that if he is my boyfriend then I am his girlfriend.
I watch the boy roam around my apartment for a while. It's hard to believe he isn't human.
I can even hear him breathing as he walks past me.
"Where are your parents?" he asks randomly, hauling me out of my observations.
"They don't live here," I respond vaguely.
"Why not?" he lifts a brow.
"That's none of your business," I frown.
A smirk plays across his lips as he adjusts the scarf around his neck.
"Aren't you hot with that scarf on?" I blurt out.
"I'm always hot," he answers.
I'm not sure if he's serious or not, but I don't hold back my snort.
"Oh, a name!" I recall. "What am I supposed to call you?"
"Whatever you want to," he says.
I pause, thinking of what to possibly name this robot that looks nothing like one. It isn't until I hear the air conditioning kick on when it comes to me.
"Natsu!" I proclaim. "That's your name!"
"Natsu?" he repeats, testing it out. "Doesn't that mean summer?"
"So you do know a little," I point out.
"A bit," he replies smoothly while stepping into the hallway.
"You can't go in there!" I shout before he opens one of the doors in the hallway.
To prevent him from going any further, I grasp his wrist, completely perplexed at his warm skin.
"Why not?" he looks down at me with wonder swirling in his hazel eyes.
"Because," I protest. "You can't, okay?"
I tug him with me back to the living room, trying not to get too weirded out at how real Natsu feels.
I sit him down on the couch. I fold my arms across my chest as I stare down at him.
"There's going to need some boundaries in this place," I mutter.
"Boundaries for what?" he tilts his head.
"You'll see," I sigh, feeling the exhaustion that's about to come. "Wait, are those the only clothes you have?"
Natsu looks down at his plain t-shirt and pants. "Yeah, it is."
Another sigh leaves my lips while viewing him stick a finger in his ear and scratch it.
Now that I have a robot boyfriend named Natsu to take care of for who knows how long, I have no clue what to do until then.
But perhaps it might be a little smart to stay away from online shopping just for a while now.