Chapter 1: Move me

Summary: Who would think that on a bright sunny day a young writer would end up stumbling on a young man with what appears like horns on his head and with severe injuries. What could possibly happen that would change both their lives completely?

"Please…help…me" he groaned in pain. Paranormal AU. NaLu Fanfic. (will contain adult themes in later chapters)

"Finally"

I wipe the sweat that developed from working on my garden all morning. It was early afternoon now and all of my garden was completely done. I took off my garden gloves and put them in the back pocket of my shorts. I smile brightly towards the sky as a sigh of relief leaves my mouth.

"Luuucy" a male whispered right next to my ear, not once noticing his presence.

I froze and let out the loudest shriek that I could muster. After I get over the shock, I turn to the laughing pinkette on the ground and punch him right on the head.

"NATSU! How many times have I told you NOT to sneak up on me!"

"Ouch, why'd you do that Lucy? I was only kidding sheesh." He pouted as he rubbed the sore spot on where I'd hit him.

"Well if you would only stop being such a jerk, I wouldn't be annoyed with you" I let out a gasp "Natsu! Your horns!"

I point towards his horns, which were sticking out from a red beanie. They were small, not bigger than my palm and curled behind him.

"Oh, don't they look like they're part of the beanie? Cool isn't it don't ya think?" he said with a toothy grin.

"Hmm, I guess they sort of do" I rubbed my chin as I inspected him closer from both sides. They really did look like they were part of the beanie.

"Hey maybe now I can go outside to the city more often with you, right Lucy?"

"I guess we could try."

"Heck Yea!" he yelled excitedly as he pumped his fists in the air.

"Well let me freshen up first and we can head out" I smiled at him

"I'm all fired up! Hurry Lucy, don't take forever!" he nudged me towards the door

"Yea yea" I roll my eyes as I begin to head into my little cottage.

Who would believe that it has been 1 year since I found him injured near my home…

A year ago

I was heading towards my pink cottage not far off the outskirts of Magnolia. With a few bags of groceries in hand. It was such a warm sunny day, after finally finishing college, I was able to move into the cottage home that my mother owned. I had recently received a degree in English Literature and Psychology. My dream was to become a famous well known author, so far I only have gotten one of my stories finished and now I am patiently waiting for a publisher to accept it. I would never have gotten the courage if it weren't for my best friend Levy. In other words, she sent it to 2 publishers without my permission. I didn't find out until I received emails a week ago that they received it and that they will let me know in a future date their decision after they finished reviewing the work.

"Only Levy…" I frowned as I remembered my blue haired friend saying that it would have taken me years to finally do it. Especially when the story was so good.

I followed the stone path that lead to my cottage's front door when I heard a faint sound to the left of me. I froze and stared at the bushes where I thought I heard the sound coming from. Then I heard the groan again. I put my grocery bags down and slowly made my way towards the sound.

"He..hello?" I nervously say

"Please…help…" the mystery person groaned.

I then proceeded to walk now faster to the source, when I suddenly stopped in my tracks. What I had assumed was a person, was more like a young man with torn clothes…and HORNS! I yelp and jump back.

"Please…. help…me" he looked up and stared at me with a pained expression, before slowly placing his head back on the ground.

I didn't know what to do, if to help this..this creature….or demon…whatever it was. He looked around my age, with dirty reddish hair? I wasn't sure but he looked like he had been beaten really bad. I reached towards him and he didn't move, I observed his face and noticed that he must have lost consciousness from the pain. 'Ok Lucy, it's not like he seems dangerous, just looks odd'. I slowly pick him up and piggyback him towards my cottage. When I get inside I chuck my sandals next to my door and head towards the guest bedroom. There I laid him on the bed as gradually as I could. I ran to the bathroom and got a small container to fill with water. I get a washcloth and move towards him, I knew I needed to get him clean first to see his injuries properly. Hopefully his injuries aren't bad enough were I would take him to a hospital. Now that would be a great story to write about. I look over him and start to blush as awareness hits me, 'Oh my god, this is embarrassing, why couldn't it had been a girl instead'. I internally struggle for a few minutes and just decided to say screw it. I need to help this guy or I might feel guilty if he dies due to not being able to handle the thought of washing an injured guy because of getting him naked.

I get some scissors and trim at the torn clothing. They were already beyond repair, so no use at saving them. I begin wiping his body with the damp washcloth and notice that the grime and dirt is beginning to clean off. It takes me about 2 hours, one tube of herbal healing ointment, roll of bandage and 4 refills of clean water to get him cleaned and fixed. I had moved him slightly to the edge of the bed to wash his hair and realized that his hair wasn't reddish but pink which I giggled at for about 10 minutes, then scolded myself for even finding the situation funny. Then it would have taken even less if I didn't begin to panic and blush like a tomato when I had to do the lower half of his body, I even admit with shame that I stared too long. I ended up covering his man bits with another washcloth and decided to just wait for him to do that part, because I sure as hell wasn't doing it. After that, I ran to my closet and found a suitable pair of gray sweat pants that should fit him. I had finally discovered, after all was said and done, that he had a large cross scar close to the left side of his hip, another small scar on the right side of his neck and one on the right cheek of his face. He also had a few gashes on his back, that I had put herbal ointment and bandaged properly, noticing that they had been done recently. I frowned, 'Poor guy' he seemed harmless, why would someone injure this guy so much…

I shrug and let out an exhausted sigh. I guess I have to wait for him to wake up and hope he doesn't kill me in my sleep. I tuck him in clean covers that I switched while moving him around. I fill a glass of water and put it next to the bed stand of the bed he was laying at now and pain relief medicine in case he needed it. I wrote a note next to it in case he woke up before me. I close the door quietly and make my way to the kitchen and put my groceries away. I made myself a sandwich, that I proceeded to eat and drink some water. It was already night time and I was really exhausted from all the heavy lifting, patching, and scrubbing. I let out a loud yawn and make my way to my bathroom that is attached to my bedroom. I turn on the water to warm as it began to fill up my stone tub. I relaxed into my bath to help alleviate my sore body, which was a blessing after today's events. I get dressed in my light green pajamas and doze of immediately.

I wake slowly and feel as though something is staring at me. It doesn't feel threating so I pretend it's nothing. I slowly open my eyes and blink the blurriness away as I stare at the ceiling. I then look to my side and notice the crouched figure there…. with his face in his hands…watching me. I scream and jump to the other side of my bed as I throw a pillow square at his face and hear him give out an 'oof' and the sound of him landing on his butt. I land on the floor on the other side of my bed, then slowly peek over to see if he's still there.

"So..sorry. I didn't mean to scare you" he sheepishly says while rubbing the back of his neck. "I just wanted to say thanks, but you were asleep and I didn't want to wake you up"

"H..How long were you awake?" I question

"Around 6" he grinned. I look over at my clock and noticed that it was 8 in the morning.

"So you were staring at me for 2 hours?!" I yelp, with my face flushed.

"Well no, I didn't come in here until a bit ago, I…I wasn't sure what to do. Nobody has helped me before" he quietly says as he looked down.

I frown again, 'What exactly has he been through', I don't necessarily get the feeling that he would hurt me. I feel like he is just a normal guy with unusual appendages. I stand up and walk slowly towards him. He looks up in with a panicked expression.

"uh, I'm not gonna hurt you" I say with both my hands up," Can..Can I touch them?" I point towards his horns, not sure why, but I want to show him that everything was going to be okay. Even though if it was for my own curiosity

"Y-yea, sure" he says confused.

I kneel between his legs which are spread out. He looks down on the ground, not sure if to hide his fear or what. I slowly bring my hands to caress the horns, he stiffens at my action but doesn't say anything. They are as small as my hands and curled back, they were a bit darker than his tanned skin. A bit pointy and hard.

"Do they hurt?" I curiously asked.

"No" he whispers.

"If you don't mind me asking, why were you hurt?" I asked quietly.

"I ran away from the people who hurt me, I managed to escape and just kept running. I'm not sure how long I have been running, but I finally felt too tired." He says without looking at me as he makes his hands into fists on the floor. I then feel guilty for bringing it up, I can sense the pain that he must be going through at the moment. I don't know what overcomes me, but I reach up and stroke his hair. He slowly looks up to me with a look of shock towards the affection.

"Are you hungry?" I smile at him

"Y-yea" he blushes not sure what else to do or say.

"Come on then" I stand up as I give him a helping hand.

He looks at me with a look of astonishment, and reaches for my hand as he stands up too. I pull him behind me as we both head towards the kitchen. Both wondering what this will entail…

Ok, hopefully you guys enjoyed the first chapter. It's my first time ever making a fanfiction, so please be patient. This is going to be a short story since I already know how it will go and end, just haven't finished typing the whole thing out. Not really dark or anything but maybe a few hints but will contain a Lemon at least.

I do plan on making fan art for this which will be posted on my tumblr. Kuki-The-Barbarian is my username on there.

Feel free to review and give me ideas/opinions.