Hey guys! So I had another idea that randomly popped into my head, so I decided to write down a prologue while I was bored and fighting writer's block on my other story! So here goes! This will be an ErTsu fic (ErTsu, NaZa, whichever you prefer). Hope you guys enjoy! Storm Out!
"Princess!" a tall man with purple hair called, looking throughout the castle courtyards. "Princess, where are you?" A peal of bell-like laughter came from the other side of the hedge he was on. Rushing around the corner, he beheld a tall orange-haired man on his hands and knees, a small red-haired child in front of him with a small toy sword. "Alas, the great knight has felled the mighty dragon!" The man groaned playfully, rolling onto his side. The purple haired man shook with contained laughter as the small child walked up to the man and put her foot on his chest, smiling widely. "Yay! The dragon was beat by the great knight Erza! Yay!" The purple haired man couldn't contain his laughter anymore. Both of them looked up, startled, as the man burst into fits of raucous laughter. "Should've guessed I'd find you out here, princess." "Uncle Macao!" the small child yelled, running full speed and tackling his legs in a hug. "I was playing with Uncle Gildarts, and it was fun! We played Dragon Slayer, and I got him good!" Macao chuckled. "I'm sure you did, Princess, but it's time to say goodbye to Uncle Gildarts, because it's time for the princess to go to bed." The princess shook her head rapidly. "No!" She yelled. "I don't wanna go to bed. I wanna stay up and play!" "Well, I tell you what, Miss Erza." Macao said, kneeling in front of the six-year-old. "Since I don't have any duties tomorrow, if you go to bed now, we can spend all day playing whatever you want." "Okay!" Erza said, smiling again. "Yay! We gonna play ALL day tomorrow!" With that, Macao carried her back up towards the castle, but not before he turned and glanced at the orange-haired man. "Sir Gildarts, His Majesty wishes to see you in his chambers. He says that it's urgent." "Will do." The great knight responded. "I'll be in momentarily." With a nod, Macao turned and began his walk up to the castle, laughing as the princess told him all about her day.
The red-haired man sighed as he looked out over the city of Crocus. It had grown immensely from when he had first come across it, and the city just grew more and more damn confusing every year if you asked him. Of course, it was even more confusing when your young one decides to run off without telling you. Closing his eyes, he inhaled deeply through his nose, allowing his brain to sort through the thousands of scents that permeated the city. Eyes snapping open, he dashed off to the east after his charge.
The pink-haired boy laughed as he darted through the city, ducking in between people. Turning a corner, he ran, eyes closed and smiling, until he smacked into someone. "Owwww." He groaned, rubbing his head. Looking up, his eyes widened as he beheld a group of five people, the leader carrying an oversized club. "Hey, kid." The leader said. "Who do you think you are, running into our alley like that? Didn't anyone ever warn you about Twilight Ogre?" the leader suddenly stopped as the small boy's face split into an ear-to-ear grin. The leader spun around as a deep voice rang out through the alley way. "Didn't anyone tell you not to play with fire?" The voice belonged to a tall, well-muscled man in a red trench coat, with red hair and gold eyes that strangely had slits for pupils like a cat's. The man took a step forward. "Ok, old man, what are you gonna do about it?" the leader taunted, pointing his club at him. "It's one against five, and we've got weapons. Might as well surrender now." The man's only response was to remove his coat, revealing a tanned, well-muscled torso. "One against five, huh?" The man asked. "Perhaps you can give me a decent challenge." "Don't patronize us!" A small brown haired man said, rushing forward with a katana in his hand. The man's only response was to sidestep, sticking his foot out and sending the assailant careening into some trash cans. "Or not." The man groaned, shaking his head. "Hey!" The leader shouted, readying his club. He darted forward, swinging his club with all his might at the man's head. The man shrugged, raising his hand and stopping the blow with no apparent effort. "God," he said, rolling his shoulders, "even for humans, you lot are weak." Glaring at the man with the club, he tossed the weapon upward, then slammed his palm into the man's chest, cracking his ribs and sending him flying into the other three, who were bowled over. "Get out of here." He literally growled, the sound resonating menacingly in his chest. The hooligans crawled backwards, terrified, then fled from the alley, screaming about sorcery. The man face palmed, then smiled slightly as the young boy came running up to him. "Wow, Igneel, that was awesome!" he squealed, mimicking punching the air. "You were all tough, and you sent them running without them even hitting you! I want to grow up to be just like you, dad!" "Yes, Natsu." Igneel said, scooping up the small boy and placing him on his shoulders. "But you're not out of the woods. Mind telling me why you ran off without me?" Natsu hung his head. "I got curious. I'm sorry, dad." "It's alright Natsu." Igneel responded, belting out a laugh at how soon the boy's mood changed. "Just remember the first rule of being in human form." Natsu saluted, then cackled. "Always have a buddy, and never leave your buddy behind." "And who's your dragon buddy?" Igneel asked, as they walked through the gate at the south end of the city. "You are, Dad!" Natsu giggled, as Igneel tickled him.
Just a few minutes after they left the city, Igneel glanced around to make sure that no one was around, then stepped off of the road. Traveling for a few more minutes, he reached a secluded clearing, then set Natsu, who was snoring lightly, down at the edge of the clearing. Poking him awake, the older man laughed as Natsu blinked, trying to place where they were. Recognizing their surroundings, Natsu perked up. "Are we gonna fly, Igneel?" He asked, springing to his feet. "Yes, now stand back, so I can transform, then you can and we can go, ok?" Nodding furtively, Natsu retreated to the tree line. Focusing, Igneel gathered an immense amount of his magic, and his form shimmered. Crouching on all fours, he growled as the magic took effect, and he changed. HE grew to over thirty feet in length, growing massive talons at the end of his legs, and his neck elongated, a reptilian head taking shape at the end of it. A tail grew at the other end, lashing the air. On his back, immense wings sprouted from his shoulders. When all was said and done, Igneel had transformed into a dragon, with scales of maroon and gold. Turning on the spot, he watched as Natsu repeated after him, changing into a small dragon no more than seven feet in length, with dark pink scales on his back and cream scales on his stomach. Woohoo! Natsu exclaimed, leaping around like an excited puppy. I did it first try that time! Did you see that, Igneel? Did ya? Igneel grinned, proud of his offspring. I certainly did, Natsu. Now you just need to work on doing it a little quicker, until you can do it as second nature. Natsu nodded, then unfurled his wings. Taking off, he circled as he waited for his father to take off. Igneel lifted wings that from afar, looked like twin sails, and leaped from the clearing, driving them downward with enough force to shake the trees. Orienting himself to the northeast, Igneel flew slowly away, Natsu following behind him.
Hope you guys enjoyed this sort of prologue. I've seen a lot of stories like this for pairings like Natsu and Lucy, or Gajeel and Levy, but I haven't found one yet that was Natsu and Erza. So, I thought that I'd make my own! Hope you guys enjoyed, and I'll catch ya later! Storm Out!