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ME NO OWNS THE FAIRY TAIL

Blind Days

Thief

His name is Oten and his big brother was Junsuina. Junsuina loved him, but he wasn't sure what he was supposed to feel towards him, he wasn't sure about anything other than his own body didn't feel like his own. His voice felt older and heavier with a sadness he had yet to own, his hearing felt like it was awaiting to hear something he didn't exactly want to hear, like it was dreading the answer to a deep question and upon answering, everything will shatter. His touch felt like shards of glass. Every time he touched something he felt like it would shatter because of him, but yet the childish act in him wanted to touch it even more to see how much more he could touch it without it breaking. His smell was odd, too. It was like it was trying to smell everything at once, and at the same time trying to pinpoint each individual object.

His eye sight was the strangest of all.

He kept getting glimpses of strange scenes. It always consisted of a pink haired boy older than him by maybe five years or so on the ground hugging his head to his knees as he shook with sobs. Oten wants to reach out to the boy and console him, but every time he does, the boy seems to not feel him or just ignores him. The sobs tear through Oten's heart that by the fifth time he has seen the poor boy, he has given up trying to touch him and instead sits by him and tries to give him the comfort of company.

By the tenth time, Oten starts humming a tone, rocking gently back and forth out of uneasiness as he looks around with wide gold eyes, trying to digest the place he's in, but he's in a world of white. Everything is white. The walls, the floor, everything. Both him and the boy are in a small room with no window nor no door, they're just surrounded by white. White. White. White.

The boy's sobs do not lighten, but seem to grow worse.

The twenty-sixth time Oten finds himself pacing the small room, humming to himself to keep the sobs from destroying his mind and body so he wouldn't find himself on the ground like the other and sobbing.

By the thirty-ninth time, there is sickening silence. It's worse than the crying and all Oten can help but think is he just wants the crying back. The silence makes him want to throw up everything in his stomach, makes him want to curl up and cry worse than the sobbing. Oten finds himself talking to himself and to the boy by the forty-second time, but the boy just remains there with his head buried in his knees in the sickening silence, the only change is that he is not pulling at his soft pink hair in complete and utter distress. He talks about anything, anything at all so he can to fill the sickening silence, but he can't completely erase it. Each time he pauses to find something new to say or to take a breath and continue, it's there like a hunter hunting its prey.

By the sixtieth time, he just gives up and just sits on the other wall facing the boy, rocking back and forth and humming silently to fill the silence in his own head.

On the sixty-fifth time, the boy looks up at him for the very first time that it leaves Oten in shocked silence.

His face looks so worn and used, so sad and depressed it didn't belong on someone like him. The way his eyes droop, but still are wide open make him seem like he is constantly tired and the way his eyebrows knit together just barely causing a crease on his forehead make it look like he is distressed or confused, maybe both. The ends of his mouth drop in a small frown with his bottom lip just jutting out barely and he seemed to be biting softly down and chewing on his bottom lip gently.

But what takes Oten's breath away was his eyes. His eyes were a beautiful gold, just like the gold you get from a mine and is polished and cut for the kings and queens. The beautiful gold even had flecks of cooper, bronze, and a somehow beautiful rusty red that accented them perfectly. But what unnerved Oten the most was, those were the exact same eyes he has seen himself with whenever he looked into a mirror. The same eyes that he was looking at were the ones that he was looking through.

Since then the boy continued to stare at him no matter where he was in the room.

The eightieth visit, those same golden eyes Oten owned were moist as tears slowly trickled down tan cheeks.

"Thief," the boy whispered in a soft broken tone with so much conviction in it that I made Oten stumbled backwards a few steps, eyes wide.

"W-what?" Oten stumbled in a voice that sounded startling the same like the others, except just a little younger sounding.

"Thief!" the boy shrieked, face contorting with anger and sadness at the same time. "Thief! You stole everything! You stole everything that connects me to the world and made it your own! Thief! Thief! Give back what is mine! Give it back! It's mine! Mine!" he broke out into sobs once again, his voice sounding so much like despair Oten found tears of his own spilling softly from his own eyes.

"I-I don't know what you're talking about…" he stumbled over his words, astonished. The boy shook his head, face suddenly a mask of cold acceptance.

"Of course you don't. You're as blind to it as I am." he muttered. "You're the one with sight, so use it. You're the one with hearing, so use it. You're the one with a voice, with a sense of smell and touch, so use them. Don't be blind just because you can't see it in front of you, actually look and see."

"Smell anything, Gajeel?" Lisanna asked as the Dragon Slayer sniffed the air attentively, eyes closed and trying to concentrate. He held up one finger for silence as he continued sniffing at the air for a few more minutes before he opened his eyes and growled softly in annoyance.

"Nothing." he grumbled angrily, kicking a pebble and making it skip a few yards ahead of them in anger. Romeo crossed his arm, frustration on his face, though it wasn't pointed at Gajeel, just the situation in front of them.

"Not even a small little trace? Did you make sure of it?" the kid asked. Gajeel grunted and eyed him, a little offended by the question.

"Yes, I made sure, mind you. Finding a scent in the rain is harder than it looks, like you would know." He huffed and turned away. "Plus the scent falls away a few miles back because it seems the rain hit the hardest here, that, or this guy can teleport like crazy." Juvia looked around the area.

"What else shall we do? Should we keep fumbling around until we find the scent again?" she asked, meeting Gajeel's eyes.

"That'll take up time, time we don't have." Erza cut in with a steely voice. Her shoulders were tense and she seemed to be clenching her jaw. "The more time we walk around aimlessly, the more time this guy has to get away with Natsu's senses." Lisanna took on a more troubling look.

"I wonder if the other team have managed to get a better lead on him than us." she muttered.

"We can't let Natsu-nii down though!" Romeo suddenly shouted, surprising the small group a little at his outburst. "He's counting on us to get his scenes back and that's just what we are going to do!" he said with determination, the others nodding in agreement.

Guys, a voice suddenly cut in all of their heads, stopping further conversation as they were suddenly on full alert.

"Warren!" Erza said in surprise, eyes narrowing. "Have you guys found something? Anything at all?" There was a pause before he answered.

There's something you really need to look at. A small pause and before Erza could ask what it was, Warren spoke again. Meet us at Iemus Village, it should be close to you guys, but if it isn't… just try to hurry, will you?

"We'll be there as soon as we can."

"Igneel?"

"Yes, Natsu?"

"It says that humans can have an assortment of different eye colors, but yet mine isn't listed here at all. Why is that?" The old dragon paused to consider the question, and when he found his answer he let out a breath of hot air that rustled the pink locks in front of him.

"Because, you're special." Natsu scrunched his small nose up, not understanding.

"Special? What do you mean?" Igneel rolled his eyes in amusement, snorting softly.

"Just what it means." Igneel sighed when those golden eyes didn't stop staring at him, asking him more from him to satisfy his question. "What's wrong with being special? Do you not like it?" Natsu shook his head.

"No, it's not that… but… why do I have gold eyes?" Igneel closed his eyes and rested his head by the assortment of old scrolls written in the old dragon language he was having the boy read.

"It makes things more interesting. If you didn't have gold eyes, that would make you like everyone else, and frankly, that's a little boring, don't you think?" Natsu nodded his head softly as he looked back at the scroll, reading the dragon scratching's again to make sure he didn't miss anything that might have his eye color written down.

"Is it because I'm a Dragon Slayer?" Natsu asked innocently. Igneel let out a loud bellow of laughter, Natsu turning sharply to him and glaring, making the dragon settle down with a scaly smile.

"Is it because of you being a Dragon Slayer? Well, might I ask you this, are my scales red just because I'm a fire dragon?" Natsu looked confused.

"Well, yes, why wouldn't they be—"

"Well, it's not because I'm a fire dragon." Igneel instantly cut in, frowning. "I can be orange, maybe yellow too. Blue is also a color of fire. I'm this color because I was born this color. Your eyes are gold because you were born with gold eyes. The only thing that is different from your Dragon Slayer training is the fact you have a better sense of smell, hearing, and sight. Eye color has nothing to do with it." Natsu nodded slowly.

"Okay, I understand… I think." Igneel closed his eyes and settled his head on his great front legs.

"Good, then there might be hope for you yet."

"Hey!"

Memory after memory. It was all Natsu could do other than think about his misfortune, rifle through memories. He preferred to look through the ones of when he had sight, but there were fewer of them, so he tried to make them last longer, or view them again and again.

He really didn't want to be left with his thoughts. They scared him, scared him so much that he tried to do anything to make it where he wasn't left with them. He tried singing to himself loudly in his mind, recite the few things Igneel made him read when he was younger, anything. He tried everything, but in the end, he was left with his thoughts. His dark, dark thoughts. And they scared him. They really did scare him. He didn't know what to do with them, he wanted them to leave him alone, but at last they were apart of him that he could not do without.

The reason why his thoughts scared him so much was because every time he turned to them, he would meet a young boy that had his exact eyes. Eyes that belonged to him.

He hated the boy, loathed him, but yet knew what was happening. It wasn't his fault, but at the same time it was. He was so blind to see that the eyes and everything else he was using to keep connected to the world belong to someone else, someone in so much sadness they wished to be dead.

Why couldn't he just open up those eyes that belonged to him and see what that guy took from him? His so called brother that took his eyesight and gave it to the boy? Why were people so blind, but yet they can see? It was unfair. It was so unfair Natsu wanted to punch something so hard till his knuckles bleed, but he couldn't. He was stuck, but yet this kid wasn't.

Maybe if he could open his eyes, the kid could finally see what that monster had did, maybe the thief will make things right once more?

Natsu sure hoped, because the longer he stayed away from the world and in his own mind, the more he wanted to die.