[ a/n: Here's another oneshot/drabble of NaLu! Only this time its genderbent. ^ ^ Enjoy! ]
Lucian really wanted to believe that whenever Natsu charged into a fight, she was doing it for the right reasons. He wanted to believe that she wasn't as hotheaded and rash as everyone thought she was; that she didn't actually plan to come back scratched and gashed from head to toe.
Yet here he was, eyebrows furrowed and gaze downward in utmost frustration, as he treated the large, angry wound on her thigh.
"I don't get why you're so- OW!" Natsu glared down at Lucian's blond head, the smirk curving on her companion's lips hardly hidden.
"Don't talk so much, Natsu. It distracts me."
She ground her teeth in response, the alcohol stinging her wound once more, "You're doing that on purpose."
"That's because I meant to do it on purpose. This is how you clean a wound." His face was hidden from her view, but Natsu could imagine the scowl there anyways. "If you can't take the pain of the alcohol, then I suggest you stop using your fists to communicate with people."
"Hey, that guy was asking for it! He actually had the balls to call our guild a worthless sack of Vulcan shi-"
Her words were interrupted by another hiss, when Lucian pressed into her wound again, "Luce, stop that!" Natsu wrapped her fingers around Lucian's wrists and brought them up from her abused thigh, causing him to look up in the process.
"I'll stop when you stop putting your life in danger."
Natsu grit her teeth at his hardened expression. "I come back alive, don't I?"
Lucian's eyes narrowed. Sometimes Natsu could be incredibly stupid. And it infuriated him that she thought so less of herself, while she was busy saving everyone else's lives.
"Coming back alive isn't enough."
Natsu's eyes widened a fraction. His tone was serious (serious enough to make her squirm in her seat), and she found that she didn't have a retort ready to counter with. After what seemed like hours of staring into Lucian's challenging gaze, she finally let out an exaggerate sigh and broke the silence.
"Fine," she mumbled, releasing his wrists.
Lucian smiled, "So you'll actually think it through the next time you feel like pullverizing someone to a pulp?"
Natsu rolled her eyes. "I'm not making any promises," she whinced as Lucian returned to her wound; although, she noticed, he was being much more gentle than before, "But I'll try."
"Good."