Hello everyone! How's it going? I hope everyone's doing okay. Um...where to start? Um..so basically. I had this story in my head for a while...but I was worried that I would not have enough talent to write it. It was all thanks to Mrs. Soawksahm who sort of gently pushed me into writing it. For that, I would like to thank the opportunity to thank her for the push and giving me a bit of inspiration. Ironically, as I was typing away the first few chapters the news came on talking specifically about this topic that well be explored about throughout the chapters. I think I can understand the controversy and for that I would like to warn everyone if you do not like to discuss or see anything about Transgender then, by all means don't read the story. This is a topic I know is very sensitive to handle. So let's be adults and handle it quietly. And for those who don't really care and are willing to just read this story just for fun as it is intended, then by all means, please, enjoy. Without further ado, here's "Someone".
DIZCLAIMER: I don't own Fairy Tail
"How sad it is when everything is destroyed
How unfair life turned out to be?
everything you thought it was never is
when you faced me and I hear something else
My words become trite
something that will touch us someday
to escape from a love
without breaking a heart"
~Kany Garcia "Alguien" ("Someone" Engl. trans)
Chapter 1
The Inner Voice
You could say that Natsu's story started when he could almost talk. It all started when his family had gathered to take their annual family picture. Yet, the picture was being delayed because Natsu's mother insisted that he put on a dress.
Yet he refused. He fought, spat, yelled and screamed at his mother for making him do such a thing. Why must he wear a dress? Does he really need to wear it? It was a free country, and as far as he was concerned, he could wear anything he wanted.
As long as it wasn't that dress.
After several failed attempts to make the two year old wear his outfits, the mother gives out an exasperated sigh, "Why don't you want to wear the dress, Natsu?" she asks in a tired tone.
Natsu pouted, crossed his arms and looks away defiantly at his mother, "Only girls wear dresses!" he replies stubbornly.
At this remark, the woman raised an amused eyebrow, "But Natsu…" she said slowly, "You are a girl."
His mother immediately regretted making that remark, because the small pink haired girl let out a blood-curling scream that everyone outside on the patio in the backyard heard it.
The poor, pink-haired boy was in tears and throwing quick punches on his mother's chest, "NO! NO! NO!" he screamed.
"Stop it, Natsu!" his mother yells back, trying to restrain her child, "What is wrong with you? Just be a good girl and put on this dress!"
"NO! I DON'T WANNA!" the girl retorts.
Yet all of the boy's effort was futile. In the end, Natsu's father stepped into the restroom, slapped Natsu on his cheek and made him put on the dress. About five minutes later, Natsu and his mother walked outside, in mute silence and joined the rest of the Dragneel family picture.
It was the worst day of Natsu's life.
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Fourteen years later…
"I'm gonna do it, Gray,"
"Mmhmm. Yeah, I know."
"I mean it. I'm really gonna do it."
"Sure."
"And there's nothing you can do to stop me."
"Wasn't planning on it."
A small, slender silhouette of a young girl formed on the opaque door frame, behind the petite silhouette formed a larger, masculine form behind. A small hand slowly reached towards the silver handle of the door, then it retreats back.
"Shit, Gray. You're such an ass!" a young, long, pink, haired girl with an olive tone skin, and sharp forest green eyes mutters loudly.
A taller, dark, haired male, with dark cerulean eyes raises an eyebrow, "What?" he asks confused, "Why?"
The girl balls up her fist, and groans in frustration, "What if this is a bad idea?"
Her friend's eyes widen in surprise, "Holy shit, the Great Natsu Dragneel having second thoughts…"
"Shut the fuck up, Gray! I'm serious." The girl glares back at him.
Gray rolls his eyes, "You've been talking about getting this done for weeks now." He gestures to the door behind them with his jaw, "And now you're having second thoughts?"
Natsu punches the wall in frustration, "It's not this I'm scared of…it's…" she couldn't finish. But her friend understood, he places a hand on her shoulder, "Look, Natsu…" he begins, "It's okay. If you're scared then we could always come back next time."
But Natsu shook her head, and pulls away from her friends touch, "No," she said in a low voice, "I'm gonna do it." She looks up at her friend, her gaze determined, "I have to do this!"
Gray looks at her for a moment, his concern expression slowly fading into a small smile, "Okay," he said after a few moments, "Let's go."
They both placed their hands on the handle, Gray looks down at his pink haired friend, "Ready?" he asks.
Natsu nods and gives her friend her trademark grin, "Yes!"
Gray nods, "On three…One…Two…Three!"
They both pushed the door where they were simultaneously were greeted by the sound of a clear bell and that of the cool air.
They walked inside.
It was the first time Natsu had ever walked into a barber shop. And when he came out, he ran his hand through his now shorter, layered hair almost in denial about what he had done.
He turns around and looks at her dark-haired companion, who walks out from the barber shop crossing his arms, "So," Gray said after a few moments, "Are you okay, now?"
He watched his pink haired friend run his fingers through his hair again, admiring the way the pink strands slowly danced through his fingers. It was not as sort as he would have liked, but at least it was a start. After a few moments he turns around, "No," he admitted, then he grins, "But I was never 'okay' in the first place, was I?"
Gray couldn't not help but to smirk.
Most of his life, Natsu had always been treated and labeled as a girl. He never had the chance to speak and let his voice be heard. His real voice. The voice that had always been screaming at the back of his head, "That's not me!" But now, at the tender age of sixteen, Natsu feels like his life is about to begin.
As a new self. As his real self. The person he always knew he was.
As Natsu Dragneel…a sixteen year old boy.
To be perfectly honest, I don't like the title of this story. the title of this chapter, yes. But I don't think th title of this story matches the tale. I dunno. I may change it. This always happens to me, I write the story first and then I think of the name of the story later. It sucks. But anyways. Ja ne!
