NaLu Week: The Week of Love Chapter 4: Promise, a fairy tail fanfic

NaLu Week: The Week of Love

Chapter 4:

Promise

She was sitting in it. It was on her clothes. All over her hands. In her mouth. She could taste it—the heavy metallic of his blood. She could smell it. It was the only thing she could smell. It was the only thing she could see, too.

And the only thing she could hear was the echo of Happy's sobs in the dense forest.

And the laughter. The overjoyed, ecstatic, gleeful laughter of the man that did this to him—to Natsu.

"Shut up," she whispered as the first of her tears rolled down her cheeks.

She looked at him, no matter how many times she willed herself not to. She looked at his bloodied, bruised, beautiful face. She looked at his bare, unmoving chest—how his lovely six-pack was so bloody that all she could see were the six bumps of each ab. She looked at the large, gaping wounds in his shoulders and abdomen. She looked at his adorable hair—how the blood mingled with the pink and created a shade of magenta.

"Shut up," she said, louder.

The man only laughed harder at the utterly weak sound that was her voice.

She looked at him again. She knew he was dead. They both knew. All three of them did. He'd been unconscious, unmoving, unbreathing for what seemed like forever to her but she knew that it'd been several minutes.

He was gone.

And he wasn't coming back.

"I said shut up!" she screamed so loud that her voice nearly failed her. But she didn't care. All she wanted to do was scream, to yell, to cry, to do anything but sit there and look at him in that state.

She couldn't stand it. She couldn't stand the fact that, for once, he had lost a fight. Why wasn't he bouncing back, telling her that it'd be alright and that he'd burn this guy to a crisp? Why wasn't he promising to bring them back home safe and sound to the guild, to their nakama?

But most of all why couldn't have she protected him for once? She was so useless—so fucking useless. She couldn't expect him to save her all of the time, she knew that. Only she never thought something like this would happen. It was all her fault that he was dead—all her motherfucking fault.

"Oh, yeah? And whatcha gonna do 'bout it, blondie?" the man chuckled menacingly, his grin wide and downright evil.

She bit back a sob that rattled her ribcage, her heart, her very being. She shuttered so hard that she fell to her knees, her hands clenching the bloody dirt on the ground so tightly that a small pop from one of her knuckles sounded.

But she didn't care.

The tears wouldn't stop falling. She watched through her blurred vision as they dripped off her nose and into the soil, where they disappeared. Maybe each tear was a piece of her heart.

Because that was disappearing, too.

"I said whatcha gonna do 'bout it? Answer me, you little bitch!"

She was flung face-first into the ground as a swift kick landed on her back. She didn't move. She stayed there, breathing in Natsu's blood and her tears and the moist dirt. She didn't care.

Freezing, rough, calloused hands—nothing like Natsu's warm, strong, comforting hands—picked her up by her hair, dragging her until she was face-to-face with the man.

He was so ugly. So horrible. So evil.

She didn't flinch when he slapped her backhandedly. "Answer me or I'll kill you right here, right now, you fucking slut."

She wanted to say "go ahead." Because, honestly, death didn't sound too bad right now.

But she knew that Natsu wouldn't want that for her.

Natsu. Mavis, he was perfect in every single way possible. He was so kind, so loving, so protective, so warm, so inviting, so forgiving, so random, so everything that she wished she could be.

He was.

And he still would be if it weren't for this son of a bitch.

"...I'm going to kill you."

Silence. All that could be heard now was the rustling of the animals that lived somewhere deep into the forest, Happy's uncontrollable sobs, and the man's heavy, furious breathing. She didn't want to listen anymore.

She wanted to fight. She wanted to do something right for once. She wanted to not be such a fucking weakling. She wanted to become stronger—something she should have done a long time ago. She wanted to kill this horrible, horrible man, and then kill herself.

She wanted to live, though. She wanted to live for Natsu.

Because he would do the same for her.

"You think you're all that, dontcha, whore? Well news flash: the world doesn't revolve around skanks like you." A kick struck her stomach. She resisted the urge to cough up blood, swallowing it down.

Another punch. Kick. Slap.

She could feel the shock that radiated off of him when she caught the next punch. She didn't know what she was doing. She barely knew how to fight.

Which was exactly why, this time, she would leave her Spirits out of this.

This was her fight.

And so before he could recover she twisted his wrist as far as she could, not stopping until she heard a sickening crack.

"Fucking shit!" the man howled, jumping back and cradling his now broken wrist with his other hand. "You're gonna pay for that, you piece of ugly trash!"

She didn't care.

She.

Didn't.

Care.

He came at her again, his lone, unbroken wrist raised.

She ducked merely inches before his fist could come in contact with her eye. Using the ground as leverage, she planted her hands down firmly and swung her legs under behind the man's, effectively tripping him.

Before he could get back up, she jumped forward with all of the strength she could manage and kicked him square in the jaw.

He wasted no time in grabbing her ankle and twisted it, just like she had done to his wrist. She couldn't hold back the yowl of pain. She tried to turn her body the same way he was directing her ankle to relieve the pressure, but ultimately failed.

What she was about to do next was risky, really risky, but it was the only thing that popped into her mind.

So she closed her eyes tightly, bracing herself. And then she lifted up the foot that was keeping her upright off of the ground, spinning her whole body around until the pressure was gone from her ankle.

She landed on her back, knocking the wind out of her. But she couldn't waste even a second in trying to catch her breath because the man was about to twist her ankle the other way, she knew.

She used her free foot to kick at his hand. She kicked as hard as she could, over and over. She wouldn't stop until he let go. She couldn't stop.

She didn't want to stop.

He finally let go when his hand was bruised and his knuckles were covered in blood.

She stood up as fast as she could and jumped back several feet, her ankle writhing with agitation. She didn't think it was broken, but it was at the very least sprained.

"You're persistent," the man groaned, rolling to his feet and glaring at her so harshly she wanted to shiver in her spot. "It's disgusting."

She wouldn't let him get to her. She wouldn't listen to his nonsense: none of it was true.

She hoped it wasn't.

Before she could even blink he was in front of her, hands glowing a dark, cloudy black-blue and then she was on the ground again, clutching her stomach as the dark magic seeped through her stomach.

"I'm not going easy on you anymore, bitch," he whispered menacingly in her ear, and this time she couldn't suppress the shudder that wracked through her.

A kick that was definitely ten times harder than the ones before landed on her hip. The blue magic radiated off of his body in such strong waves that it terrified her.

So this was Fairy Slaying magic. The name was quite ironic, really. She was a fairy. Of Fairy Tail. And his magic slayed fairies. Oh, the irony.

She couldn't help the giggles that spilled out of her mouth. Her humorless, painful laughter was all she could hear now.

"Hahahaha!" she squeaked breathlessly. Fresh, hot tears leaked from her eyes. "Hah, you're a Fairy Slayer. And I'm in the guild Fairy Tail. Hahaha! And, and—Natsu's dead. You killed him. Haha!"

"Lucy…" Happy cried out weakly, his wide, watery eyes staring at her with pity, with desperation, with overwhelming sadness. "Please…"

The man standing above her grinned wickedly. "Yep. And now, I'm gonna kill you."

In that moment, she didn't care anymore.

And then the pain was just… gone.

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She bolted upright. Her entire body was covered in sweat—or maybe it was blood? No. She was in her bed. Not the forest.

And then she remembered.

"Natsu?" she called desperately, patting the empty bed beside her just to be sure that he really was there. But he wasn't. Why couldn't she find him?

Because he was at his house. He was, wasn't he?

Didn't he know that you should never do this to a girl? It was probably why she had such a horrible, terrifying nightmare—because for the first time in a whole month he was sleeping in his own bed instead of hers.

She didn't even realize how much she depended on him sleeping beside her until now. How lonely it was when he wasn't there.

She should have known, though. There was no such thing as a "Fairy Slayer." And it was impossible for Natsu to lose a fight, let alone die during one. He would never leave her like that.

Would he?

And before she knew it she was barging through his front door. "Natsu!" she cried. "Natsu…"

She couldn't even see through her blurred vision anymore. Everything was dark, and she desperately, desperately needed to see him. She needed to see his adorable pink hair—only this time without all of the blood. She needed to see that he was okay—not bleeding to death or worse actually dead.

"Lucy?" she finally heard his sleepy voice from across the room, and she felt everything inside of her burst. He was okay. He was alive. "Luce, what's wrong?! Why are you crying?"

And then Natsu's warm, strong, comforting hands were wiping away her tears and all she could think was—

"Promise me," she cried, falling into his arms and burying her face into his shoulder. "Promise me you won't ever leave me. Please. Promise me."

It was quiet for a while, almost to the point where she thought he wouldn't answer.

"I won't ever leave you. I promise, Lucy," his voice cut through the unbearable silence. "Why would you ever think I'd leave you? You're my family, my nakama, and I could never dream in a million years of leaving you behind. Never."

She sniffled, pulling away to look at him. She inspected his face for any cuts or bruises but nothing. Just him.

Because she did care.

And that was all she needed.

"Pinky promise?"

"Pinky promise."

~ツ~

so yeah thats it. this chapter had more of a darker element, and I have to say that i think this is my favorite one so far (aside from the next chapter: oh my gosh im having a field day writing that one). I'm not sure about the ending though. tell me your thoughts.

thank you, my lovely cupcake dawlings. :3 Review!

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