The blond carried the body across the grasslands. He passed curious people, who were always ready to call the police; wait one of them did.
"Guards! Someone's been attacked! He's carrying her dead body!" screamed a bystander.
Laxus grunted and conutined on walking down the street. Everyone was watching him.
He could just feel the weight of their eyes on him. 'Not what I wanted,' he thought.
He moved Natsa's body over on the other shoulder. Her head bumped against his chest.
"Attacker! Get him!"
Guards surrounded him; he just stared at them. "Hold your ground!"
He turned around and glared at the guard who uttered that. "Yeah...?"
The guard gulped and took a step back. "I mean it! Hand over the girl!"
Laxus rolled his eyes, "If you want to take her, go ahead. She's heavy as hell."
Course, he was lying. She was the weightless as a feather; or Laxus was too strong for his own good.
"Don't play any games with me!" He pointed his weapon wards Laxus.
"I'm not here to fight, asshole," Laxus turned forward and started walking. The group of guards parted so he could pass; they were frighten of him.
The guard glared at the retreating wimps of guards, "What are you doing?! He's right there! Get him!"
"But sir-"
"No but's!" the guard growled and raced forward to catch Laxus. "I say to stop. Hand over the girl, that's all we are asking."
He sighed and showed them Natsa's sleeping face.
"Sir...she isn't dead..." mumbled the same guard from before.
"Shut it!" screamed the embarrass guard. He turned to Laxus bowed. "I'm sorry, I thought you killed her."
The blond chuckled. The only one about to be murdered was them.
There wouldn't be no way he would harm a hair of Natsa's; expect, of course, in a fight they rarely have.
They always start off with Natsa yelling up to the second floor, and he rudely replied. Course they only fought wherever Erza or Gray isn't around.
Those ones were her main rivals...well the Stripper was. Erza was higher on the radar of Natsa's opponents.
He was always her last choice when it came to fighting. He gave a weak laugh at his immature thoughts.
He was acting like a baby. That's was the last thing he wanted to act like.
Not at all like himself.
Now he was walking away from the guards; who were bowing their head at their idiotic mistakes. Well, they were right, he is someone to be feared.
His steps became wider and wider as he left the city. He was in the forest, the home of that wicked old lady.
Again, why the hell was he the one doing this?! It was Natsa's damn fault for being cursed in the first place.
He had nothing to do with it. He did have suspicions about the She-Witch; she's always up to no good.
Mira's probably the one who sat the whole thing up. It wouldn't even surprised him with all of the things she has done.
"Filthy humans in my lawn again," came from inside of the old beaten out collage.
The door opened and an angry old witch came out. In one of her hands were a wooden boom.
He was in for trouble.
The old witch spotted him and her face turned red as her tomatoes growing in front.
Her boom reached and she ran over there.
Course a grown man like himself wasn't going to run away from an old woman. Well...he was running away from an old woman with a broom.
"CRAZY BITCH!" he screamed. She chased him around the gardens.
"I ONLY CAME TO HELP NATSA!" he screamed again.
"HAVE YOU HEARD OF INVADING SOMEONE ELSE YAWN?!" she screamed back as she whacked him in the head with her broom.
He stopped running and fell on the ground.
"He's knocked out already?!" she moaned. "What's this? He killed someone! Bet he was tryin' to bury it in my lawn!"
She poked the wrapped up body with her broom. "It's moving... He was tryin' to buried someone alive, wasn't he?"
She finally leaned down and uncovered the blanket. "Isn't that young Natsa," she rolled the blond's head over, "And that's his grandson..."
She sighed. She should have knew.
That midget wanted her to heal them. Instead of calling, filthy humans came in her yawn.
I can never remember Master's name or her's...
Black Lotus13: Just wait till the last chapter, all humor little anything else.
darkhuntressxir: There isn't another sliver-haired She-Witch as a master of dating.
