Here, as one person of society, I write this.

A by product...

of my boredom.

Music blared in Natsu's ears, mimicking the atmosphere of the whole club he was in. Bodies danced around him on a floor flashing with reds, blues, yellows and so much more. All the scents of the colognes and perfumes only made his nose hurt, and continued to hinder his sense of place and time. He would close his eyes hoping to somehow block all the bright flashing lights, all the social chaos, and this overwhelming feeling.

Why was he here? The question throbbed as a vein. Constant and steadily changing. Because maybe he couldn't keep up with deep voice of the speaker? Or maybe he felt some sort of negativity towards all this Humanity? This isn't necessarily Humanity though, said the curious voice of reason.

Natsu snapped back into reality. The girl with her long red curtain of hair suspended in air, continued twerking her ass onto his groin. Arousal was preceded by curiosity briefly. Natsu was still Natsu.

Natsu is a man.

Natsu grasped the girl's hips. A wave of sensual feelings made his mind blank.

blank

One of her thick thighs wrapped around Natsu from her position. Natsu helplessly felt it with one of his hands. He explored.

Who is this?

Natsu came out of his lust. He didn't know what this was. All the motions in his body slowed and he seized up.

"Oh, fuck this"