Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
The sun had long since abandoned the small, winding alleyway, the once soft orange light was gone and in its place the red bricks of surrounding buildings had been stained in the inky blackness that could only belonged to the night.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
Between the picturesque buildings of an otherwise quiet and peaceful town, a tragedy had occurred. Not that anyone at this point was actually aware of it. Yet in the fragrant, bustling city of Crocus a murder most foul had occurred in the night. Another murder that followed the last dozen that had occurred over a four month period.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
The mangled corpse, of what could only be presumed male, sat atop the tarnished cobblestone, which ran thickly with his blood. The body had torn apart, beaten brutally several places, marred with a myriad of long, deep cuts and burnt. Burnt didn't even to begin to describe the vomit inducing wounds left behind. It was safe to assume that the once dazzling features of the late Hibiki Lates were now unrecognisable, even those who had been closest to him. Amongst the gruesome chaos that reigned in the narrow alley, illuminated by the moon itself, a figure stood with an abnormally peaceful smile gracing their youthful face. Strands of long, straight hair waved in the cool, summer night's breeze, like a song over the raging swell of the sea.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
Hunching over the corpse, the small and rather slender male, began to hum a lullaby as though they were unaffected by their surroundings. Caressing the disfigured face of their victim, he continued his sad, melodic tune seemingly unaware of the sudden increase in noise. Artificial beams of light flooded the alleyway as dozens of armed men and woman surrounded the area, intent on finally ending the string of murders that had plagued their once peaceful city. As the sirens continued to wail and the clicks of weapons being cocked filled the narrow alley, the cool, sharp voice of the head of police, Gildarts Clive, cut through the tension, like a heated knife through butter.
"YOU'RE SURROUNDED! DROP ANY WEAPONS AND RAISE YOUR HANDS ABOVE YOUR HEAD!"
As the seconds stretched to minutes it seemed to all involved that beyond pausing briefly at the sound of the sirens, the male either did not care or was too far gone in his own twisted paradise to respond to the commands of the police officers. No movement, from either side was made except for the continued stroking of the deceased face. An eerie tune, emanating from the male, wove its way in between the ranks of police officers, causing a mild sense of enchantment which was quickly overshadowed by horror of what had unfolded in the alleyway.
Despite the curses, threats and weapons being pointed the teen remained oblivious to their demands, steadfast in his duty to comfort the corpse. He was so wrapped up in his own world that he failed to notice the…less than subtle steps of the police as they came in closer.
He was so consumed by sorrow that he didn't notice that one officer had ventured out further that the rest. The bloodied teen did not even flinch as the end of a baton was raised up high above his head in a way that caught the light of the moon. No, the small figure would never notice these things because he was too busy. He was too busy trying to apologise for things that were out of his control, that he would never notice the police officer bringing down his weapon in one swift motion; effectively rendering him unconscious.
'No,' Natsu thought, as world was replaced by the cold inky blackness that threatened to consume him every day. 'They'd never understand…'
A/N; I hope you enjoyed what i have so far (sorry Hibiki!) and if you pick up on any spelling or grammatical errors, feel free to tell me!