Blair Witch: Gratsu Style

Rating: T

Pairing: Gray x Natsu

Disclaimer: I don't own Fairy Tail or any of it's characters nor do I own the Blair Witch Project

Warning: Contains suggestive dialogue and themes

Summary: Gray and Natsu had always been teammates, and despite their rivalry they were pretty good friends. But when one mission taken in the height of their boredom on a cloudy afternoon leads to danger for the two, they must learn to get along and settle their differences, no matter how tough. Because the Blair Witch doesn't wait. For anyone

First fanfic ever I apologize in advance for any OOCness my co-author/beta is Gokudera29 This story is basically what would have happened if Gray and Natsu were in the Blair Witch Project


Never before had Gray been so bored that he had to resort to having a staring contest with his ceiling fan. On the plus side he had the opportunity to notice things about his living arrangement that he hadn't before. Such as the walls of his decently sized apartment being a boring paste color or how most of his furniture was either black, blue, or gray. The room was dimly lit for twelve in the afternoon, the clouds having been preventing any natural light from illuminating it. Gray lay outstretched in a strange position on his bed, then let out a frustrated groan and flipped over only to shove his face in to the nearest pillow. Even so, boredom was truly the worst.

Normally he'd be at the bar with Loke, on a mission with Team Natsu, or trying to avoid Juvia. Luckily for him, the latter was on a mission with Gajeel, but it was a different story for his team. Lucy had gone on a trip to some hot springs with Wendy and the Exceeds, and Erza had gone on a diplomatic mission to negotiate matters with the mayor of the last town they had wrecked. The old man had quite the fit when he saw that entire blocks were crushed when Team Natsu had been chasing the thief gang that was on the request. Gray could have gone with her, but he didn't like talking to old guys, he prefered the adrenaline rush of pounding in monster's faces.

Speaking of adrenaline, he had none whatsoever in his current situation with his now beloved ceiling fan. The last option he had left, but refused to acknowledge, was hanging out with Natsu. Surely he wasn't that bored. Since Happy was out with Lucy, the idiot couldn't have any plans, therefore he was probably hanging out at the guild or at his house but he didn't feel like losing any more brain cells than he already had. Gray frowned and profusely shook his head, even if he did show up at his house and say, "Hey Salamander let's hang out!" the idiot would look at him like he was crazy, then die from shock, and then Gray would have to feel Erza's wrath and have to explain why he had a dead lizard with him.

Then again they had hung out a few times, but it was never willingly. When they were little, Erza would force them to play with each other so they wouldn't bother her. Her plan backfired when the both of them broke out into a fight about something trivial like their stupidity as soon as she was out of sight. Sighing, Gray turned over only to face the ceiling once again and he frowned. He and Natsu were both teammates and "friends" regardless of their rivalry so it should be okay to visit peacefully once in a while right? 'Yeeeeeeeeeah, no.' Maybe he was too bored to think straight but Gray lazily pushed himself off the bed and made his way to the front door.


Once in front of the pyromaniac's door, Gray reluctantly reached up to knock the door but stopped to make sure he still had his clothes on. He reached again, knocked and awaited his response. Silence. He knocked again wondering if he should have checked the guild hall first but was reassured when he heard a muffled shout and the sound of hurried footsteps through the door. The door swung inward revealing a pinkette (scarf and all) with a startled then equally dismayed expression. The pyro scanned the ice mage noting that he still had his clothes on and was tugging slightly at his collar as if his clothes were choking him. Snickering at the action Natsu opened his mouth the break he short lived silence. "What the hell are you doing here ice princess?" He leaned against the door frame and raised an eyebrow, "Did you get lost or something?" Gray's eye twitched at the predictable response. "Like hell I'm lost, and last time I checked it was polite to let your guests in before you start a conversation!" Natsu's cheeks turned a light pink for forgetting his nonexistent manners and shifted to let Gray in his house.

Gray smirked at Natsu's embarrassment and turned to get a better view of the inside of the flame-brain's house. His eyes widened in shock at the miracle before him. He had been to the pyro's house before and was used to seeing cookware, trinkets and dirty clothes strewn across the room. But now books were stacked in neat piles in the corner, random things were carefully organized in a wooden crate and the floor practically sparkled. This was beyond witchcraft. Gray turned around and raised an eyebrow in Natsu's direction. The idiot merely blinked, "What? Do you have a problem with my house?" 'Mavis, are you really that dense?' Gray just stared, immobilized by disbelief. "Flame-brain, who did you pay to clean that junkyard you had before?"

'I did it myself" the pinkette mumbled turning his attention to the suddenly interesting grass outside of the door. Gray burst into a fit of hysterical laughter. Natsu and cleaning didn't fit in his mind at all. After calming down (mostly) he asked again,"No really flamebreath, who cleaned this place?" Natsu was pissed, "I did, stripper! Why the hell would I let some random stranger in my house?!" Gray had to bite the inside of his cheek to prevent another wave of laughter. No way, was the retard really so bored that he actually cleaned?

Finding he had enough of standing outside Gray made his way into the interior and plopped himself on the maroon couch on the side of the room. He caught the pyro eying him warily, a look of suspicion still etched across his face, which was understandable. It's not everyday you're rival (who you hate) comes knocking at your doorstep wanting to spend some quality time. Walking over in his direction, Natsu decided the floor across from the exhibitionist was more comfortable and settled there folding his legs underneath him. "So why are you here?" said Natsu, catching the ice mage's attention after said person spaced out. Gray faked a hurt look, "Is it wrong to visit my teammate?"

"Well normally not, but you're Gray the ice prick."

He got him there. Why the hell did he come here in the first place? Oh right he was bored, but couldn't just say that right? If Gray said that he would be rewarded with a fit of laughter or a sucker punch to the face telling him to get lost. Most likely the former being that the latter was more of something Lucy would do. "I was uh, bored" Gray hesitantly replied. Natsu blinked again. "You came here 'cause you were bored?", Gray nodded. Now it was Natsu's turn to do the laughing. Said flame breath was rolling on the now cleaner floor and crowing about how Gray was desperate enough to come to him. Gray's eye twitched and a tiny tick mark appeared on his head. Once Natsu recovered, he sat up and faced Gray once again wiping a tear from his eye, with a cat-like grin still plastered on his face. "So, what the hell did you expect we'd do droopy eyes?"

Good question.

Gray never thought about what they'd do, just that Natsu would be a welcome distraction from his boredom. Now that he was here it was starting to get awkward. Silence took hold of the room while Natsu was waiting for Gray to answer his question. "Oi stripper, you home?' Natsu waved his hand in front of Gray's face and when he didn't respond he abruptly punched him in the face. Gray had been pushed off the couch from the blow and was currently rubbing his sore cheek. "Damn that hurt, what the hell Natsu?!"

He grinned, "You were spacing out so I punched you, and you never answered my question." Of course. "Well you didn't have to go and punch me, you idiot!"

"Who are you calling an idiot, Stripper?"

"Well, you're the only person here, flame breath!"

"Ice Princess!"

"Droopy eyes!"

"Squinty eyes!"

"That's it!" Gray lunged at Natsu and attempted to tackle him to the ground, but Natsu skillfully evaded, as he had done in so many other fights that they had. "You bastard!" Gray snarled at the stupid pinkette who was kneeling in front of him, having been off balance from the dive he had made to avoid Gray earlier. Natsu smirked and looked down at Gray, who was lying on the ground. "Bastard," Gray muttered again before sitting up to dust his pants off, his shirt having been long gone. But before he could make a move, Natsu leaped at Gray. The both went tumbling down on the ground and once they stopped moving, Gray's eyes opened, and as he realized what situation he was in he recoiled at what he saw. Natsu, with his eyes closed and a dark red blush covering his face.

"WHAT THE HELL FLAMEBRAIN!" Gray tried to howl out but his lips were occupied. His cheeks grew hotter as he realized his position. An awkward silence fell over the two. Natsu was straddling Gray and the pyro's lips were smashed forcefully against his own, and they were hot. Not a burning hot, but a nice warmth, like a heater on a cold, wintery morning. It felt kind of nice, despite it being Natsu of all people! And they were kissing!

Natsu, on the other hand, was weirded out. He was kissing Gray of all people! But what was odd was how he felt. Sure, it was weird, but it didn't necessarily feel bad. Gray's lips felt icy cold, but it was a sweet taste, like he had just had ice cream. The two just stared at each other, Natsu on top looking down with his hands on either sides of Gray's head, and Gray on bottom with his hands fisting Natsu's scarf.

Quickly, the both of them moved as away from each other as they could. Gray's face was still a cherry red and from what he could deduce and so was Natsu's. They were both guys so it truly didn't matter as much as they made it out to be so. But, then again, they were both guys.

"Let's go to the guild." Gray burst out to dispel the awkwardness in the air, avoiding Natsu's gaze. All of a sudden he heard muffled snickering coming from behind him. "What?" Gray said through gritted teeth. Natsu was holding his breath to keep from laughing hysterically, but he was failing. Epically. "Hahaha, your face, ice prick! Priceless!" Natsu managed to breath out while rolling on the floor yet again, laughing like the pyromaniac he was.

"What the hell, Tabasco idiot? There's nothing funny about this!" God, Gray was losing brain cells just by looking at the retard, however, even he was having slight trouble at holding his own laughter in. But Gray certainly was holding on to his sanity better than a certain fiery mouth breather, who was still on the floor gasping for air. Gray rolled his eyes and started to head towards the door so he could go to the guild, pausing only to make sure the idiot was following him.

What the hell did he get himself into?