"You outdrank yourself again, Natsu." Lucy laughed. Lucy was walking Natsu home from the guild. The whole guild had participated in another night of celebration, madness, and, of course, drinking. It had been a year since Lisanna's return and Makarov decided to use her anniversary as an excuse to get intoxicated. After only a few hours, the whole guild fell out cold.
"That darn blue cat didn't even have the nerve to take his best friend home." Lucy continued, ranting about the night she had. Natsu stumbled beside Lucy with an arm draped around her for support. He mumbled under his breath statements that couldn't be deciphered by Lucy. Lucy offered to take Natsu home after she had found him running into tables, chairs, and the walls. Natsu hesitated his answer but nodded his head. Now here they were, slowly making their way to Natsu's home. They soon approached the rundown house. Lucy was taken aback.
"This is where you live?" Shock and concern filled her voice. One question raced through her mind: How could someone live in these conditions? Natsu snorted at the question. A smirk playing on his mouth.
"Wait 'til you see the inside." A soft snicker escaped his lips. When Lucy opened the door, she wished she had just taken Natsu to her home. Trash, dirty plates, clothes, dust, and random objects littered every inch of the home. Everything lay in disarray.
"It looks like a hurricane came in here! What in the world!" Lucy exclaimed. "Most of this stuff is useless. Like why are there clothes all over the ground? You always wear the same thing!"
Natsu shrugged, "Doesn't mean I try other things." Lucy led the drunk to the hammock. After setting him down, she found a glass of water for him to drink.
"Here you go, hopefully it'll help you for in the morning." Lucy pitied how bad the boy would feel in the morning. She herself did not drink too much for that matter. Natsu quickly finished the glass and handed it back to Lucy. Their fingers touched while exchanging the cup. Their eyes locked. Natsu gave in and wrapped his arms around the blonde. His head cradling on her shoulder.
"Thank you, Luce." He whispered. Lucy's heart raced as his breath tickled her neck. A few seconds passed, but they felt like years. Silence grew heavy on the two. But three words broke it.
"You smell good."
Lucy rolled her eyes. She cursed herself for thinking he would say something to show some affection he might have, but why would he love her? Natsu dropped from her arms back onto the hammock as his conscious gave out. He was sound asleep with a smile on his face. Lucy blushed at the adorability of his simple smile. Natsu could capture any girl's affection simply by smiling. It was a gift of his.
Carefully, Lucy stroked the salmon strands that pricked up above his forehead, making sure he wouldn't wake. Then the blonde faintly brushed her lips against his forehead. The warmth radiating from him seemed to pass through her body and melt her heart like chocolate. When the Celestial Mage pulled away, she stumbled about trying to find her balance before staggering to the wall next to the door. There hung the painting Natsu begged for them to get. It was soon after their first job and he wanted to have something to commemorate the success. Giving in, Lucy accepted, but she thought he had lost it or thrown it away. But there it hung. Little dust sitting on the relic. Lucy glanced back at the pinkette before slipping out the door in the warm, dark night.
A hooded figure watched the blonde sneak away from the home. A smile grazed their lips at the sight. The figure crept closer and closer to the run down house 'til they reached the door. Natsu still lay sound asleep on the hammock that gently swung back and forth. In stepped the figure, gliding across the floor as if it weren't littered with various things. But the crunch of a candy wrapper echoed across the room. Worry shot across the intruders face. Natsu stirred but did not awaken. The figure continued in relief, making sure they did not pull a similar incident again.
Now near the hammock, the intruder raised a mallet above their head before striking down on the innocent victim. He struck. Quickly, the figure cleaned the head of the mallet and threw the unconscious boy over their shoulder and running off into the night.
A/N: Hey it's a new fan fic! Well... this is something I'm trying... I'm kinda liking it so I'm going to attempt to stick with it. I will be slower in updating this fan fic due to another story I've started (The Truth Behind My Past). You should go check it out. Also, do not be afraid to comment a correction, I'm actually encouraging it. I love it so much when people leave comments on my stories. It always gives me motivation to keep writing the story which is good for you guys and me. Thank you so much!
-Beth (◕‿◕✿)