A/N: This is a songfic inspired by one of the latest FT chapters. Well, it's a bit of a sad 'what if' for what might've happened if Natsu hadn't appeared. So, beware the spoilers for chapter 523. So, yeah, this is a drabble for an established relationship and major angst.
I don't know how I came across this song but I can say that it did give me a bunch of bunnies. Ha. Ha...
Anyway, the title and fic comes from a song by Fleurie called, well, "Hurts Like Hell".
Hope you enjoy.
Hurts Like Hell
A terrible feeling was coursing through Natsu. He was running, legs that still felt a little wobbly powered through the empty streets, the echoes of his feet, his ragged breathing and the sounds his friends made while trying to keep up with him the only noise in the dead-silent town.
The guild was there.
It was in reach.
He was going to be on time.
Natsu threw the heavy doors open, his strength unmeasured and the thick wood crashing against the stone walls and vibrating in the aftermath.
Natsu gasped.
There was wind, sharp, aggressive and so cutting that for one instant it felt as if a sword were slicing through his lungs; followed by a whitish mist.
Natsu kept going forward. His body being propelled backwards by the damn wind. His eyes closed instinctively, despite the effort he was making to oblige them to continue open wide.
"Stop!" he yelled.
He feared that no-one could hear him. And that couldn't be. He had to be heard.
"Stop it!" Natsu yelled with all his might as he plunged towards the blurry shape that stood a few steps before him.
He smacked onto the hard floor, having crossed the figure-like shape as if it were made out of air. Which, he couldn't help but conclude in horror, it was.
The wind stopped.
Everything stilled.
Even the hard breathing from Lucy and Happy from behind faded.
Natsu tasted blood as he knelt slowly. His eyes widened.
Before him there was a statue of Zeref, incased in ice, gleaming in the light that came from the windows around them.
A sharp intake of breath took Natsu by surprise. He crumbled forward, his left arm the only thing to stop his fall. His right hand grasping tightly over his heart.
I loved and I loved and I lost you
I loved and I loved and I lost you
I loved and I loved and I lost you
And it hurts like hell
Yeah it hurts like hell
His eyes stared unseeing at the well-worn stones of the floor.
It hurt.
It hurt and Natsu didn't know…
Didn't know what or why.
He only knew that he hurt. With loss. The loss of something extremely important.
A thin layer of ice formed before Natsu's eyes, on the ground. A strange shape getting drawn on the stone.
Natsu squeezed his eyes shut. Biting his lower lip to quench the noise that wanted to escape his throat.
His left hand, trembling, slid over the ice. He was slightly shocked to see that it didn't melt. And that brought unexpected tears to his eyes.
They fell, making the ice finally melt.
And it was the final goodbye, Natsu felt.
He didn't know of what but it was gone, for good.
And it hurt.
The loss of something so important to him hurt so much.
And it was gone…
A/N: StruggleBusCentral was kind enough to write a continuation to this story called Hide and Seek. Feel free to check it, it's awesome. :)