The man staggered out of the train, giving the vehicle a death glare. I hate trains. Was it just him, or was his motion sickness getting worse? His ferocious appearance cleared a path for him. Nothing of his face could be seen, courtesy of the black cloth covering his face. His eyes were hidden by a visor. His black helmet had a pair of horns sticking up from them that started somewhere where his ears were, moving outward to accommodate his head, then coming closer together and tapering off to deadly sharp points. Though no one could see it, the tattered black clothes he wore hid fearsome battle armor. However, his white scarf clashed with his outfit. He picked at his hot black leather gloves. So annoying.
If you were really here, Igneel, he thought, wouldn't there be a lot more screaming and running and cries of terror and "Dragon!"? He sighed. This trip had been a waste. The only option was to go back to the guild. Hell no. He was not getting back on that train. Not for several more hours.
He could, of course, find out who was going by the title 'Salamander'. There was only one Salamander, and that was him!
Is this love? Lucy wondered of the Salamander. A second later, the charm was broken when a heavily cloaked man pushed his way through the crowd. A charm spell, she realized. She was going to have to thank the guy.
"Who the heck are you?" he asked. The Salamander gasped.
"I'm the Salamander," he said, all full of himself. "Have you not heard of me?"
The stranger snorted. "Nope. Never seen you, or heard of you, and wish I hadn't." The crowd of girls began to beat him up. Lucy winced in sympathy. The stranger shoved them off. After the Salamander invited all the girls to his party and flew off, Lucy confronted the stranger, who was still sitting on the ground.
"Thanks for the save back there," she smiled. "I'm Lucy." The man grunted in response.
"You can call me Natsu," he said, ignoring her outstretched hand. Lucy treated him to lunch, but all he ordered was a glass of water. As she fan-girled over the guild she wanted to join, he stared at her in surprise. What is with this girl? he wondered. She was weird.
While she talked, Natsu sipped on the straw of his water through a hidden hole in his mask, created for this purpose. He zoned out, scratching his neck a little. This was boring. Then he realized that she was talking to him.
"Natsu?" she asked again. "You zoned out. Are you ok?"
Natsu grunted. He didn't feel like explaining himself. Standing, he thanked her for the water and left. Later that evening, he allowed himself a small smile of pleasure. He had probably eaten too much, but then again, he had a large stomach.
"I wish I could've gone to the Salamander's party," a nearby girl sighed.
"Who's the Salamander?" another girl asked. I guess that not everybody has heard of me, he sighed mentally. They will, though.
"Oh my gosh," yet another girl gasped. "You haven't heard of the Salamander? He's a member of Fairy Tail." Got that right, girlie. He suddenly sensed that something on that boat wasn't right. He had been content to let the faker give him a bit more rep, but now it seemed that he had to take care of him.