Note: This is just a prologue, no chapter will be like this. This is just a back story

Disclaimer: I don't own Fairy Tail, it belongs to Hiro Mashima

First Person POV


Family...

Everyone had a family...

Except for me, I always wondered why I never had a family. I would always see kids my age holding onto their parents hand, their parents celebrating their kids birthdays with a party full of their friends and family, and them just smiling without a care in the world. (Just realized I didn't even know my own birthday at the time which made no sense at all.. Meh probably does in the manga) That wasn't the only thing, I didn't have any friends either, because for some reason that I will never know, or so I thought...

People would always turn their back on me for some reason, avoided me like the plague, they couldn't even look at me without having some sort face full of disgust pointed directly at me.

They called me a monster who should just die, a piece of trash who should just disappear. They said this to me everyday and the only time I could be by myself was deep in the forest where a little swing was located and was able to take away the pain I felt. The swing was the only time I had fun as sad as that sounds but that was when I could forget everything that troubled me. I would just get on the swing and just feel all my problems slipping away. But one day the swing was destroyed because there was a forest fire one day and my only form of enjoyment was gone at least for a little bit. I did other mundane things to get people's attention and that did the trick but they still considered me trash.

I always thought that one man's trash would be another man's treasure, but sadly that wasn't the case. I've found out that... Trash will always be trash, at least in my case. People always broke into and vandalized where I lived, would refuse to let me go buy something as simple as a candy bar from a convenient store before chasing me out, even having the audacity to viciously beat me up to the near brink of death. During all of these events happening to me nobody would even bother to help a 5 year old kid in the time of need. That's right I was only five years old, but people still had uncontrollable hatred and fear towards me, and I hated them for that. But then on a certain day...

"You are the offspring of two viscous criminals who are wanted throughout the entire world government and you are the brother of the person who once wrecked havoc upon this world... You are a member of the Dragneel Family, one of the most dangerous and hated families out there!" An individual degenerate scum said to me one day.

That was when I found out I was related to a bunch of people who were monsters and criminals. It wasn't my fault but for some GOD DAMN REASON...! That just made it worse, everyone thought I was the reincarnation of 3 world known criminals who brought despair into peoples minds, and left hatred in their hearts They were one of the most powerful and ruthless criminals of this world.

Oh! I forgot to mention, notice how I said 'were one of the most powerful and ruthless criminals'. Well see the thing is... they are dead... very, absolutely, certainly, definitely dead. You see the thing is I actually confronted my parents before their unfortunate demise. I went to see what was so cruel and scary about them and I could see why people said all those things about my parents. Finding my parents were a pain in the ass because where was I supposed to look for people who the government or even the council couldn't find but I finally found some leads and clues to where they were.

I finally saw a picture of my family and man was I surprised when I saw my family. Especially my father because when I first saw his picture he looked exactly like me except with a few differences both of us had pink hair, mine was spiky in every direction and defied the laws of gravity but my father's was only spiky in the front and the rest was shaved in the back while also having a muscular figure similar to mine but he was more bulky. My mother looked nothing like me at all, she looked more like my brother than me. My mother had a womanly figure which I figure lots of women would kill to have but anyways she had dark hair tied in a bun with bangs coming down from each side of her face. Last but least my brother, okay I'm tired of describing my family so just know he looks like my mother.

I managed to find out they were in this dangerous game where you get teleported to an actual island which I think was called TENROU ISLAND. It was hard getting access to the game since you needed to be able know how to fight, have money and had to risk your life. But luckily for me I had money and got some fighting experience from when I went on my some adventures which I won't talk about right now. When I reached my father's destination I saw my him making eye contact with another lesser known criminal. I swear I could hear him just shaking in his spot pissing and shitting in his pants just by looking at the Pinkette. My father looked pissed for some god-knows-what reason and then what surprised me the most was when he grabbed the guys face, slammed him to the ground and started viciously beating the guy to death giving no fucks at all.

Then me being the dumbass/badass I was decided to jump out and make him stop. What made it worse was that I made him fight me which made him even more confused as to why a kid would challenge him and what the hell a kid like me was doing in the middle of the night and how I was In TENROU ISLAND. He didn't know who I was at first and I had no plan to tell him who I was. Unfortunately he found out who I was because he said that me and him were similar in a way that I will get to later.

Before I even realized it, I was getting my ass beat by my own father and I had no chance of defeating him in a one on one fight. While I was getting tossed around like I was nothing by the older Dragneel, I felt something snap, something inside of me. It felt great I didn't know what it was when I felt it, but it gave me some sort of strength that was enough to defeat someone as powerful as my dad. At first I thought I got the hammer of justice power known as...

Main Character/Plot Armor... But that wasn't the case it turns out when my father told me that most Dragneels loved to fight, and that whoever has Dragneel blood can get stronger from coming back from the very brink of death. To be honest it just sounded like what he said was ripped out of some manga or anime, but sadly he was actually right. I did love getting into fights and each time I was beaten up by the people who hated me I felt less and less pain each time they beat me to a pulp.

Anyway, I actually defeated me and let me tell you I was in a far worse condition than he was in. I barely had enough strength to make him unable to move and knock him out while capturing him, but he... he broke my left arm, broke six of my ribs, left a scar on my neck, and crushed my voice box while leaving some other injuries. Luckily since we were in the game at the time I was lucky enough to get an item to heal all my wounds.

After the older Dragneel woke up he didn't take losing to me all that well and demanded for me to finish him off and kill him. I by no means wanted to kill him because I thought killing him would be letting him off the hook too easily. I wanted him to see what he did to millions of people he's hurt or killed and make him see whatever dream he had shattered. That may sound a bit sadistic but you get the point I wasn't gonna kill him, I didn't know he had a gun on him and he mangaged to free himslef from his restraints and what he did next shocked me.

He committed suicide right in front of me... Yeah that's right he took his own life for what I can only guess is losing to a child like me who was only 13 years old at the time. What made the situation worse was when I didn't realize my mother witnessed my father take his own life and in a flash... she ended her life the same gun my father ended his own life with. I was scarred, not because of the deaths I just witnessed but the cause of them. They each pulled the trigger of the gun and aimed towards their heads and what I saw was something no child should bear witness. I don't even want to remember the puddle of blood they were making and seeing the gun shot wounds on their heads.

Overtime I got over their deaths and suddenly after my parent's death people who used to despise me just started talking to me and praising me for my father's defeat and my parents death. A little later after their deaths I found out that my brother died of a disease that I can't remember. Back to before about people praising me, they talked to me as if they didn't treat me like garbage, or a monster that should die. I hated that those people could think I could just forget the pain and misery they caused to me. They didn't know what it was like back then for me. Nothing but pain and darkness... A pitch black hell filled with misery. I left my old home to a new place called Magnolia to which is where I am today.

I moved to magnolia when I was 14 and luckily no one knew who I was nor did they know about the Dragneel degenerate scum. I didn't make any friends since I never got to socialize with anybody when I was younger. I never socialized with anybody nor did anybody socialize with me. I only socialized when this one girl was getting picked on by some bullies and was crying later the same day. Me being as bored as I was decided to just save her from bullies because I hated the fact of someone treating someone else badly for their own amusement or to make themselves feel better. I also had to cheer her up because apparantely she lost a father and she didn't now how to cope with it, and it took me a while to cheer her up since I never lost anybody considering I never had a family.

She never talked to me again and I thought she didn't want to associate herself with me because she probably thought I was some sort of delinquent because of my pink hair. A lot of people judged me for that. I didn't know it at the time but apparantely she had a situation in which I would get involved in later.

One more thing I forgot to mention, my name is Natsu Dragneel and this is story of when I was a kid. Now onto the story from when I am a teenager and my new weird life as a regular person.


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