Inmoral

The pink haired man felt a tag on his pants. A hand started moving around in his pocket searching for something. It searched around for a bit, then stopped and started going deeper and deeper into the pocket, getting dangerously close to his intimate parts.

He lifted his head to look at his attacker, sleep weighing his eyes. He saw the blond from the cabaret looking back at him with wide eyes and they stared.

"Please tell me you're just robbing me and not trying to rape me," he said, hopeful.

The blond narrowed her eyes and blushed. She removed her hand as she answered: "I… was doing none of those."

"Then what were you doing?," he asked.

She bashfully looked away. "Searching for a cellphone."

"To steal it?"

"No, you…!," she rapidly snapped, but stopped mid-sentence. "I wanted to use to call the police."

He gave her a confused look. "Shouldn't I be the one doing that?" he asked.

"I wasn't trying to rob you!," she let out exasperated. The she breather out three times to calm herself and tried again. "Could you lend me your phone?," she calmly asked.

He looked at her for a moment and made himself comfortable on the table again. "I don't have one."

She sighed and was about to start complaining about him playing around with her, when he spoke once more. "What do you need the police for, anyway?," he asked opening one eye to see her face. She was taken aback first. The she turned her head to the front with a conflicted expression.

"A man in following me," she declared in a low voice.

"Why?" She looked at the guy as if he had said something completely out of place.

"Why?," she scoffed. "Well, to rape me and kill me, of course!," she stated. The man looked at her with his open eye full of boredom before turning his head away from her.

"Yeah, right, that sounds like something out of a drama. I don't buy it," he dead-panned. She gaped in shock, surprised and furious.

"It's true! What would I do out here so late if I wasn't being followed?! I would have gone home hours ago!," she shouted. He turned his head to her again, her screams a nuisance to his ears.

"Okay. Where is that fictional stalker of yours now?," he asked annoyed.

"He is not fictional," she hissed. "And he's right there," she said turning to look out the window as Natsu imitated her. "Uh…?," but there was no one where Michael stood a while before.

Natsu rested his head on one hand and directed her a look that said "you call that non-fictional?".

"He was there…" she whispered. "Did he leave…?"

He got back in position to continue sleeping while saying, "So, now there's nothing else retaining you here." She stared at him for a while and remained silent, her gaze turning back to the window. After some minutes of not seeing Michael outside, she sighed and stood up. She went up to the shop's sales man and asked if he had a map she could look at. He offered her one and she memorized two possible routes back to her house.

After that, she turned around and walked up to Natsu's table again. She frowned. "You don't know me, yet. And there was another reason to not leave until now."

She left the gas station after those words. When she got near the street, she stopped and turned right and left making sure her non-fictional stalker had left. She sighed and turned right. She walked slowly for some minutes. When she was about to reach the next block's corner to turn left she calmed down. She smiled and let out a breath of relief.

She started singing but a figure coming out of the corner made her swallow her voice back in shock. Michael stood in front of her. She instinctly took two steps back and Michael two steps forward, the same way he had been following the entire time. When she tried to take her third one, she bumped into something.

She looked back to see Natsu, who had his eyes fixed in the man in front of them. Michael looked shocked and gave Lucy a hurt expression. Natsu took a step forward to stand protectively before Lucy and Michael took a step back. Some silent seconds full of tension went by… and Michael turned to run away, disappearing from their sights for the rest of the night.