CHAPTER FOUR
Shiro's ebony eyes slowly open to find himself in a bed being looked over by Gray, Erza, Cana, Master Makarov and two unrecognized men, one with light brown hair and the other purple. Their faces hold looks of relief as the blonde preteen sits up, finding his whole torso to be bandaged up.
"Where am I?" Shiro asks, rubbing his head. Last thing he knew he was getting cut by an evil man with a sword and now he's laying in a bed somewhere.
"You're in the infirmary in Fairy Tail, my boy, Cana tells me your were cut up quite bad, what happened?" The white-haired guildmaster pipes up, looking concerned. He hates when his children are harmed and wants to know who did this to his newest child.
Everyone in the room bar Cana's jaws drop. This young boy took a blade for a girl he's known for less than a day.
"Would you like something to eat? I got you some soup," The brunette smiles as she places holds the bowl out, pushing Shiro back when he tries to reach for it, "You're hurt, you should stay still as much as possible. Here, I'll feed you."
The two kids blush slightly as Cana picks up a spoonful of soup and feeds it to the injured blonde, who happily eats it. This goes on for a little while until there is no soup left in the bowl and Shiro drifts into a peaceful sleep.
Lucky for him, the recovery time was quick. He was only in the infirmary for a week or so before he could return to doing jobs and having fun, like he always wanted.
July 7th X777
Gray Fullbuster and the White Dragonslayer are just returning from another job. Over the past year, the two have become good friends despite their year age gap. They both believe their magics compliment each other well, Gray's Ice-Make creating weapons and Shiro's White Dragonslayer creating energy.
The two enter the guildhall to find a rambunctious little pink-haired boy in a scarf bouncing about.
"Master! When is the other Dragonslayer gonna be here?!" The child whines, hopping up and down impatiently. From the sounds of his complaints, he must really want to meet Shiro.
"Here he is now child. Shiro, get over here!" Makarov exclaims, drawing the blonde towards him with a finger.
"What's up gramps?" The twelve-year-old asks, right hand placed upon his hip.
"This is Natsu," Makarov states as he gestures to the little pink-haired boy wearing a checkered scarf, "He's a Dragonslayer like you are."
"Wow! What kind of magic do you use?" The blonde asks the little ten-year-old.
"I use Fire Dragonslayer Magic! Igneel taught me!" Natsu exclaims, bouncing up and down, "What kind of Dragonslayer Magic do you use?!"
"Haha, you're lively, aren't you? I use White Dragonslayer Magic, it means I use light and stuff," Shiro explains as simply as he can, not knowing entirely how intelligent Natsu is.
"What are you looking at?" The raven-haired Gray Fullbuster raises an eyebrow towards the pink-haired boy.
"A strange droopy-eyed boy with no clothes on," The pink-haired boy retaliates, glaring slightly.
"You wanna fight squinty eyes?" Gray growls at him.
"Let's go stripper!" Natsu exclaims as he dives at the raven-haired male, the two engaging a childish brawl.
"Break it up you two!" Makarov snaps as he bashes them both over the head with a Titan-sized fist.
"Oww…" The two boys groan, rubbing the large lumps on their heads.
"Hey Natsu, wanna go on a mission?" Shiro asks the Fire Dragonslayer, watching his little ebony eyes light up with glee.
"Yeah!" Natsu exclaims, following the blonde towards the job board as the taller male scans the section of wood for good jobs.
"Here's one, it'll be good to start you off. 30,000 Jewels to help out on a farm on the outskirts of Magnolia," Shiro smiles awkwardly, watching the smaller Dragonslayer's face lower.
"But that's boring!" The pink-haired boy whines.
"But it's also safe. And I learned the hard way that a safe mission is best for beginners," The White Dragonslayer explains, referring to his mission with Cana last year.
"What do you mean?" Natsu asks, tilting his head in confusion.
"You'll get it when you're older," The blonde smiles brightly, tearing the job off of the board and getting it approved, the pink-haired boy plodding along behind him.
The two exit the guildhall and make their way through the streets of Magnolia. Eventually, the find themselves at the edge of a large plantation with a large farmhouse at the center.
"Ah!" The two boys here a voice exclaim, "Y'all must be the wizards from the Fairy Tail guild down 'n the center of Magnolia."
The voice belonged to a short, round man with a pudgy face, thick black sideburns and a stereotypical cowboy's outfit, tassels and all. His face wore a bright smile filled with hospitality and cheeriness.
"Yeah, I'm Shiro and this is Natsu," The blonde smiles at the farmer, "What is it that you need us to do?"
"I need y'all to help me fix the darn windmill, it's broken," The portly man, "And you two can call me Vernon."
"That shouldn't be a problem," Shiro smiles optimistically, as Natsu sighs in boredom.
A few hours later
"Well that was more of a problem than expected," The blonde grumbles, pulling his sweat-soaked t-shirt away from his chest.
"Why was it so hard to fix one of those thingies?!" Natsu exclaims, puffing out his cheeks for added effect.
"I don't know, it seemed easy. It didn't help that the thing fell apart halfway through fixing it," Shiro groans as the two finally arrive at the entrance of the guildhall, sticky and sweaty.
Pushing the doors open and muttering 'We're back' in a half-hearted voice, the two boys collapse at a table, faces pressed against the wooden surface.
Through half-lidded eyes, Shiro watches Makarov lift the now-fast-asleep Natsu and carry him out of the guild, most likely taking him to his new home. Shiro isn't going to deny how similar he and Natsu are. Minus the hair colour they could be brothers. The blonde couldn't help but wonder if Natsu gets motion sickness too, if so he feels bad for the kid, no-one should have to suffer like that. As he goes on more and more missions, the White Dragonslayer is slowly becoming used to it, not enough to be cured, but he still felt sick and groggy atop the fact he could barely move, but it was better than before.
Pulling himself up from the table, Shiro leaves the guildhall and makes his way home.
Thanks for reading! Not as long as Chapter Two, but much longer than Chapter Three irregardless.
