W00t, Fairy Tail drabble. Don't own it.
Warnings: GrayxNatsu. Don't like, don't read.
When Happy's wings failed, Natsu always hit the ground running.
Gray had always noticed this when Lucy was in trouble, and had assumed as much as the rest of Fairy Tail. It was only now, as Natsu walked towards his prone form, that he realised this was not the case.
Lucy just got into generally more trouble than everyone else. But it dawned on Gray, hands gripping dripping gash in his side, Natsu ran for eveyone.
They were, after all, his Nakama.
So, as he watched Natsu's slow approach, he wondered why the Dragon Slayer always walked for him. Then he noticed trembling hands, contradicted by trusting eyes. Kneeling in front of the injured ice mage, hands extended to close over his own and staunch the slowing flow.
Gray looked up from the hands into angry eyes and then a fist in the face.
He hadn't even noticed the hands had left his own.
"Gah! Fucking fireboy, what was that for--" he stopped as the once more trembling hands clutched at his shirt and rough lips captured his own. Pulling away but not letting go, Natsu pressed his forehead against Gray's
"I alway run for my Nakama--" he whispered furiously, "--but I expect my trust in your abilities to repaid you taking fucking care of yourself, dimwit."
Gray eyes were wide with shock, even as he keeled forward and relaxed into the Anti-dragon's arms.
Relaxing, he decided that he didn't mind being the only one Natsu walked for. As long as he always came for Gray, the ice mage would be quite happy staying alive until his sakura-haired idiot got there.
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