So, this has plagued me for some time now. After reading many crime novels and watching thrillers, my imagination screamed to make a crime story about FT because there are very few story with this genre. Okay, let's see how this will turn out.
I do not own Fairy Tail, Hiro Mashima does. I do own the idea of this story... I think...
Chapter 1: That fool with rose-colored hair.
"I hate snow." A man muttered to himself while he smoked a cigarette, walking through the streets of Arcadia, the capital of Iceberg, during late afternoon. A white, scaly scarf was wrapped neatly around his neck protecting him from the cold winds that came along with Father Frost. He wore a closed black, fur-collared long coat that ended to his knees, black jeans held up by a brown belt with the head of a dragon as a buckle while chains were decorating his jeans around the edges. His pants were tucked in a pair of brown leather boots that reached slighty below his knees. A pair of black gloves with a white morning star on the back of them with the inscriptions of 'God is with us' around the edges were covering his hands while a black eye-patch was stitched on his right-eye, finishing his badass look. The man's left eye was as dark as the night, giving a somewhat gloomy glint off. His hair, however, was painted with the most unusual and most cheery color a person could imagine.
Pink...
Yep, that's right, this man has rosy-colored hair. Talking about having unique taste...
"I swear, if those goddamn ice-licking bastards continue staring at my hair, I'll shove a bullet up in their assholes..." The pinkette muttered darkly to himself as he spotted some of the Icebergians glance weirdly or snicker at him whenever they noticed his hair. Shaking his head to ignore them, the guy continued walking towards his destination.
Meet Natsu R. Dragneel a.k.a 'Dead Eye' Dragneel.
22 years old, blood type AB, 1.95 metres high with a well-built posture. A normal adolescent, right?
Not exactly...
You see, a normal guy his age with go to college, go out with friends and get himself drunk until he can't even count properly, get laid with a girl occasionally, work in a bar or whatever people work at at that age etc... A normal person would have a life, like that, yes, but this guy isn't normal.
"Hmph, the bastard better hurry up in sending my next target to kill."
This guy's a killer. Well, not exactly killer, he's an assassin or hitman if you would call it in modern terms. Not only a hitman, no, this guy takes his job very seriously. Responsible for the death of the Chairman of the United States of Pergrande, Gulan Doma, this man is known as the most notorious assassin of Earthland, a title the rosy-haired man holds with pride. Not that anybody recognized him, only other crime organizations. Otherwise, Rune Knight agents would already have his head on a dinner plate and the pinkette didn't want to give that satisfaction to those white-clad bastards yet.
The guy's phone suddenly vibrated, making him rummage through the inside pocket of his coat. He grabbed his phone and glanced at the name that was flashing on the screen.
'Blond-haired bastard'
The guy sighed before tapping on 'pick up' as he brought his phone to his ear.
"What took you so goddamn long, Sting?" The pink-haired guy answered in annoyance, his patience wearing thin as he answered the man called Sting. Natsu could faintly discern a scoff at the other end before he heard Sting clear his throat.
"Is that how you greet your baby-brother, Natsu? You're so cold..." Sting retorted in mock hurt, making Natsu scowl at Sting's antics. The guy was practically his younger brother, that much was true. They're both members of the same order, were raised by the big boss himself and the resemblance between them is just sickening. Sting, however, was the most annoying bastard Natsu ever met in his life. Hell, even Gray admitted it that he couldn't get on Natsu's nerve as much as Sting and that said something.
"Baby-brother, my ass. Just tell who I'm supposed to kill. The cold here in Iceberg is getting on my nerves."
"Tsk, fine, seeing that the place is getting to you, I'll just cut to the chase then." Natsu nodded to himself at hearing that. He was glad that sometimes Sting could shut his mouth for a moment.
"The info about your target should come right... about... now." Natsu brought his phone in front of his face and noticed a small 'envelope' icon in the corner of his phone's screen. The pinkette then brought his phone back to his ear.
"Thanks, Sting. That's all I needed, you'll hear from me after the job is done."
"Heheh, I think you'll love this one..." The rose-haired man raised his eyebrow at this.
"Why's that?"
"Just open it. You'll see..." With that statement hanging, Sting cut off the connection, leaving a confused Natsu.
'Enigmatic bastard.' The pinkette thought as he continued walking through the city. He slowly reached the 'Black Market' of Arcadia as he spotted several stalls standing in the shadows selling God-knows kind of things; from weapons to stolen jewelry, everything could be bought he hear. Hell, even slaves could be found here. The shouts of merchants selling their goods to ignorant tourists, the sounds of footsteps connecting with the ground, dogs barking at whatever catches their attention, it was all maddening to Natsu as the man increased his pace.
"Sometimes, I hate it to be a Modified-Human." the pink-haired hitman thought as he took his cigarette out of his mouth before puffing out a cloud of smoke. Sighing in content, he brought it back to his mouth. The guy really loved his cigarettes, it was his way of putting his mind at ease. With so much going through his head, a simple attachment to cigarettes was nothing special.
The guy was so deep in thought that he didn't even notice the group of men standing in front of him. He collided with one of them, making him stumble back slightly and spit out his cigarette while the man in front of him almost fell over. The aforementioned guy turned around with an irritated look, glaring at the rosy-haired man.
"Watch where you're walking, fuc-!" The man didn't even had the time to finish his sentence as he felt the barrel of a gun pressed against his mandible.
"You... you made me spit out my last, cola-flavored cigarette. Unforgivable..." Natsu muttered dangerously in a low-pitched voice, his eye shadowed by his pink locks. Natsu loved, no, adored his cigarettes, especially his cola-flavored ones. This ignorant bastard just committed the worst kind of offense in '3938 ways to piss off Natsu', written and published by yours truly... Don't touch the guy's cigarettes. Ever.
The man stiffened as he felt the cold metal press harder against him. His eyes widened as he recognized the gun, making him start to sweat profusely in nervousness.
"An AMI Mark MMXII Sky Dragon! Those are illegal!?"
"That's right, shit for brains. An AMI Mark MMXIII Sky Dragon. This baby is called the 'Grandine'. Quite the hand cannon, no? How I got it?" A dark smile crept its way to Natsu's face as he lifted his head, locking eyes with the fear-stricken man," Don't ask... Now, what to do with you? I'll give you three options, my friend..." The pinkette first stuck out his pinkie "One; we'll play 'tag', I'm it and I have the right to use my guns." Natsu then stuck out his ring-finger, "Two; we'll play 'hide and seek' and I'm gonna hunt you down like a bloodthirsty motherfucking vampire on a virgin girl or..." Lastly, the rosy-haired guy stretched out his middle-finger while his eyes were once again shadowed by his bangs. This made the man's nervousness increase ten-fold as he awaited the last option, dreading that it would put the other two to shame in terms of madness.
"You'll buy me a new pack of cigarettes!" Natsu exclaimed enthusiastically, his face flashing a bright, toothy grin. The guy sweatdropped heavily at Natsu's last option, slightly unnerved about the fact that this guy just threatened his life, like he wasn't worth a damn with the darkest smile he ever saw and the next second flashed him a childish grin. The man regained his composure, sweeping the sweat off of his forehead before looking at Natsu.
"I-I think I'll go with option three."
"Too bad, because we're out of option three..." Before the man knew it, Natsu slammed the back of his handgun into his forehead, making him stagger backwards in pain and shock. The guy's friends were quickly to their comrade's side as they ran up to his stumbling form before someone caught him.
"Boris, are you alright!?"
One of the guys looked up and glared heatedly at Natsu. He stood up and made a mad-dash for it as he cocked his right fist back.
"You basta-" A bullet flew right past the man's face, making him stop immediately in his sentence as it slightly grazed his face, leaving a small wound as blood trickled down from it. The guy reached to his face, placing his hand on the graze while breathing out a hiss as he touched it.
Natsu's left arm stood outstretched while he held his 'Grandine' in his hand, smoke emitting out of the barrel.
"Now, now, don't do something irrational. We don't want people to get hurt, right?" The pinkette chimed sagely, shaking with his hand that was holding his gun. Natsu then placed his 'Grandine' back in its holster. He walked up to the man that he knocked back with his gun before lifting him up by the collar, earning shouts of protests from the man's friends. Ignoring them, he brought the man close to his face, looking at him with an arrogant smirk.
"You're lucky I haven't pumped you full with lead, though everything has a price." Natsu released the man from his grip, making him fall down with a loud 'thud'. Scratching the back of his head, Natsu glanced at them with a troubled face.
'I'm kinda lost here. If you want to life on, then tell me where I can find this place called 'Alberona's Drinking Barrel'
The guys in front of the pinkette were at a loss, sweatdropping at Natsu's sudden change in behavior. This man with a goddamn eye-patch and pink hair was the weirdest fool they ever came across. Seconds ago, he aimed a gun point-blank at someone, not even troubled by it, then he shot someone while the bullet only grazed the guy's cheek, indicating that his accuracy was beyond humane, making it look like it was child's play and lastly, as a compromise in order not to get killed by him, the guy asks where this bar lies with a genuine troubled face. Only one thought ran through their heads as they looked onwards at the pinkette.
"What. The. Fuck. Is. This guy's. PROBLEM!" The strangest fool, yes, but this fool carries a hand cannon that's not even suited for normal gun users. Don't mess around with those types...
One of the guys coughed in his fist, gaining the attention of the rose-haired gun user.
"W-well, I know where it is, thou-" His voice was muffled as Natsu took him by the collar before walking away like he didn't just lift up a fully grown man with a weigth of probably 90 kilo or above with just one arm. The rest were sporting stunned expressions on their faces, looking slowly at one another before shaking their heads and running in the direction Natsu just walked to.
"Alberona, eeh? Talking about meeting an old acquaintance..."
Whooooopie, I've actually finished this! Seriously, I was quite looking forward to write this. A crime fic? Hell yeah! With loads of blood? Hell yeah! With a plot that'll blow you away? Hell yeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaah! (I think...) *nods in satisfaction*
Writing about a magical world never was my typo, I'm more into these kind of things... With them guns and stuff, with them conspiracy plots and stuff, with them unnecessary explosions and stuff.
Okay, onwards with this, as you can see, there aren't many types of fics like these... good ones anyway... so I decided to make my own and I'm fairly satisfied that this is a good prologue, no?
Okay, now, let's continue on something regarding 'pairings'. Now who could be a good choice for a sadistic, cynical, badass, mentally unstable Natsu? I swear to God, if someone comes with something like 'Lucy, because she will bring light to his world' , I'll gut you like a fish... On a side note, I'm seriously leaning towards Knightwalker. Why? Because Erza is a wuss... And Knightwalker is ten times more awesome... and I think she'll compliment Natsu's demented side in this story, right?
Now, you'll probably wonder ' Where's Knightwalker!?' Calm down, she'll appear in the second chapter and God how I have planned things out for these two...
Alright, thanks for reading and don't forget to review!
Your humble serpent.
Fafnir hissing out)