Hey guys! New chapter and just like I promised its a longer one! Yay! Prepare yourself early on. I do not own Fairy Tail the characters used or the song lyrics. Enjoy.
Natsu had a panic attack. He hadn't had one in years and he forgot how to deal with it, he forgot how to breath. The last time he had an attack, was the last time he got a letter from his father. Now, he had gotten another one, and his heart was racing. His heart felt like it had snorted one too many lines of cocain and it was about to OD. Natsu sat up on his bed, his body shook and his closed eyes couldn't stop flickering. His chest heaved as he stuttered to breath. It felt like the hardest thing to ever do. He tried tapping his fingers together and have his breathing sync up with that.
Natsu ran his fingers in his hair, he pulled at the follicles on the top of his head. Natsu swallowed, his hand falling in his face. Zeref had left an hour ago, he went to go out with a few friends. He didn't seem enthralled about that, he usually never was when he saw their father gave them money for the rent. Zeref's jaw would tighten, his eyes would become somber and his voice melancholy. He couldn't hide how he felt seeing any trace of his father. How he hated Igneel.
Zeref had knocked on the door before he opened it. Natsu had a light blue oil pastel in his hand, others being scattered on the bed, Natsu looked up.
"Oh, hey Zeref." Natsu said.
"Hey, Natsu um so I'm gonna go in a minute, okay?"
"Yeah, go wild. I don't care." Natsu started to blend the colors with his fingers.
Zeref nodded, "And uh, you got a letter," Zeref pulled out the envelope from his pocket and held it out, "It's… It's from dad."
"Dad?" Natsu perked up and sat up on the bed, he quickly stood up and walked forward, "He… He wrote me?"
"Yeah, been awhile, huh?"
"No, kidding." Natsu grumbled.
Natsu grabbed the envelope and analyzed the outside. It showed their sloppily written address, Natsu's first and last name. His thumb grazed the paper slowly, his mouth went dry. Natsu looked at Zeref, awkwardly Zeref scratched the back of his neck. His eyes averted away.
"Did he say anything to you?" Natsu asked.
"When does dad ever tell either of us anything? No, he sent rent money and a letter for you. Nothing more, nothing less" Zeref muttered, "I have to go. Carpooling you know?"
Natsu didn't say anything, he just shyly nodded. Natsu closed the door and put the letter on the end table. He scratched his arm like the letter had given him a rash. He sat back on the bed and licked his lips. He wasn't sure if he wanted to open it, he was afraid of what was inside.
He loved his father, and he hated how much he did. It made Natsu think about why he would take the to write a letter, but not even give him a call. Or a birthday card. Or tell him 'Merry Christmas'.Not even a visit. It gave Natsu false hope. Hope that his father would come back, but why would he? He hasn't seen Natsu in years, many,many years. He always wondered what made him leave. Natsu somehow blamed himself, he'd then get angry at his father that he should have never left him. That he should have been their to see him write his first essay, teach him to drive a car, show him the old music he used to listen to. Everything a good father should have done. But somehow, Natsu still respected him.
Natsu shook his head and picked up the envelope. He tried not to wrinkle any of the paper. He grabbed a pair of scissors and used the blade to shred the top. He took out the letter, it was folded into thirds. He had his eyes closed and breathed in the pastels waxy smell.
Dear Natsu,
It's been a long time hasn't it? You're getting so old, seventeen is a hard time. Zeref's been good to you, yeah? I bet he has, he's always been a great kid. You're probably thinking about colleges now and working hard. I know you're smart enough to do anything you want. And, I know you don't understand this, but I'm sorry I can't be there with you. But just know that I'm still proud of you and I think about you often.
Sincerely, Igneel.
Now, this is how panic set into Natsu.
Proud of him? How could Igneel be proud of him if he never got the time to get to know his own son? Natsu's palms were shaking, he had bitten his lip so hard he started to bleed. Natsu was heaving, he crumpled the paper and threw it against the wall. He grit his teeth together, his head shaking low as his nostrils flared, he banged his hand against the wall. The pain didn't shoot through him, he was too pissed or disappointed to care. He put his head in his hands and breathed out heavily. He shook his head. Natsu reached over in his drawer and looked for his Xanax bottle frantically. He tossed his lighter, cigarettes, and bowl with a snarl every time.
"Where the fuck is it, where is it, where is it!" Natsu growled.
Natsu found the bottle and opened it up, pouring out two pills. He put them in his mouth and tipped back his head with a glob of spit. Natsu panted hard and laid down on the bed. He was so afraid that he would cry, Natsu didn't want to cry over this. Natsu found his cassette player and put on his head phones. Natsu blared the tape. He closed his eyes and bit his quivering lip. He wrapped his arms around himself and pretended Gray was there.
Natsu was left alone again.
Natsu had been pacing for over an hour now. He hadn't calmed down yet and it was starting to aggravate him more. It was starting to drive him crazy. He fried the batteries in his cassette player and it was too late to turn on music from his stereo. Gray said he was on a weekend trip for a band gig. It was Sunday now so he had to be coming home now. Natsu finally cracked down and grabbed the wireless mobile. Gray called him earlier on Saturday from Cana's cellphone.
His jittering hands redialed the number and sat down on his bed. The rings sounded like a symphony of hope. After a few rings, someone answered.
"Yeah, hello?" Cana said.
"Cana, it's Natsu, is Gray with you?" Natsu asked
"Uh, yeah, he's been crashed back in the station wagon for like, five hours now. What's up? Isn't it passed you bed time kid?"
"Cana, I'm not dealing with your bull shit right now just can you please wake him up? I need to talk to him."
There was a brief pause. Like Cana was processing the tone of Natsu's voice, "You get away with it this time," Natsu faintly heard Cana yell back Gray's name, along with quiet muttering "Just a sec." The shift of the phone passing was heard.
"Hey, baby what's up?" Gray's voice sounded like a blessing. Immediately Natsu closed his eyes, "Cana says you sound really weird."
"Gray, how long until you come back home?" Natsu asked.
"Uh, maybe another hour? Hey Cana! How long till we're back home?"There was a small silence, "Yeah, about an hour. And I can't wait to get home, I haven't shower since Friday."
"Will you come and see me?" Natsu asked, he thickly swallowed, "Please? I need you as soon as possible."
"Natsu, what's wrong? You don't sound okay. What happened?"
Natsu deeply sighed and ran his fingers through his bangs. Natsu's hand was bruised now, this reddish purplish color.
"I got a letter from my dad…" Natsu trailed.
"Well, isn't that a good thing? I mea-"
"No Gray, it's not a good thing. It's actually a thing that really pisses me off. It really fucks me up."
"Where's Zeref? Have you talked to him yet?"
"He's out with friends. He'll probably get drunk and tried to get laid. It's what he always does when our dad contacts us. He always leaves me alone when it happens and I always freak the hell out if he personally writes me!" Natsu punched the wall again and cringed, "He knows I get like this… But I always get left behind."
Gray heard the tenseness and how scared he sounded, "Natsu, calm down. Have you taken your pills today?"
"Haha! Yeah, I have!" Natsu's jaw tightened, "I've taken four Gray," His voice turned from this manic tune to wistful, "I want to go to sleep Gray but it's not working. They're not working! I want to down a whole fucking bottle!"
"Natsu! Chill out! I'll come over, okay? Just calm down."
Natsu clenched the phone tightly, "Thank you Gray. Thank you so much," Natsu murmured, "Will you stay on the phone with me?"
"I'll stay on the phone as long as you need me to baby."
Natsu laid his head on his pillow and curled his knees to his chest. He wrapped his arms around his shins.
"Will you sing to me?"
"What?"
"Sing to me please? Anything, you can sing me that one Beatles song. What was it called? Eleanor Rigby?"
"Natsu… Cana is still in the car still." Gray quietly said.
"Gray Fullbuster, your boyfriend is distraught and wants to hear you sing. Now you either do it or you hear me extremely pissed off."
"What else would be new?"
"Graaaaaay." Natsu whined.
Gray breathily laughed and tried to remember the beat of the song,"Yo Cana, is Elfman's guitar in the back?"
"Yeah! Way in the back." Natsu heard Cana's voice, faintly.
Gray sat down the phone and rummaged for the guitar. After a few moments, the rustling of the phone being picked up came, "Alright, it maybe hard for me to play while I have you on the phone," The acoustic strings on the guitar came as he turned it, "But I think you'll live."
"Just sing to me baby."
Natsu could sense Gray's smile through the phone. Like he was actually there at his side. After the guitar was tuned and told Cana to turn down the radio.. Gray cleared his throat.
"Ah look at all the lonely people
Ah look at all the lonely people
Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice
In a church where a wedding has been
Lives in a dream."
Gray's voice was sweet, low and slow. The gentle chords being strummed and plucked at the same speed of Gray's singing. Natsu felt like he could cling to Gray's vocal cords and try to float away on the sound.
"All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?"
Gray knew where they kept the spare key and let himself in. The apartment was rather silence, usually he'd hear Natsu's music or a tv show in the background. Instead, Happy swerved under Gray's feet, meowing and patting Gray's shoes with his paws. Gray knelt down and scratched under Happy's chin. Happy lightly bit him.
"Hey little man," Gray sighed, "You know how Natsu is feeling?"
Happy pulled away and licked Gray's thumb.
"Yeah, not too good," Gray stood up and took off his shoes. Walking down the hall to Natsu's room. He turned the knob and walked in, "Hey, Natsu?"
After a few songs, Cana's phone had died, and Natsu was left by himself. His hands were filthy and all his oil pastels had doubled. He had broken all of them in half and let them lay on his sheets. Natsu lifted up his head, he stood up quickly and ran into Gray's arms. His head in Gray's chest and arms tight around him, Gray ran his fingers in Natsu's hair.
"Well hi, baby. How you feeling?"
"Like shit," Natsu tipped up his head, "Make me feel better."
Gray smiled and hummed softly, he rubbed Natsu's back, "How about we watch a movie? I'll make you up some popcorn and tea. Then, we can go to bed."
"Can you just cuddle me instead? Please?"
Natsu put his hands on Gray's cheeks. Gray noticed the bruise on Natsu's hand. His fingertips grazed the tainted skin.
"What did you do to your hand, Natsu?"
Natsu jerked his hand back and held it, "I uh, I just hit the wall pretty hard a few times," Natsu said, "I was kinda having a freakout moment. It doesn't hurt or anything."
Gray lowered Natsu down on the bed and sat next to him, he locked his fingers with Natsu's "I don't get it, why did you get so mad? I mean, I thought you'd be excited to see something from your dad."
Natsu rolled his eyes, "It's stupid. I don't know why he sends me anything, like he actually still cares."
"Well, it's obvious that he does. Why would he write to you in the first place if he didn't."
"I don't know why he does anything," Natsu muttered, "I never got to know him well enough to understand him."
"He probably wish he did though, you know? That's probably why he writes you."
"Yeah… Every few years."
Gray licked his lips and pulled his hand back, "You know, just because your dad isn't here with you doesn't mean he stopped caring about you."
Natsu turned his head away and stood up, "He doesn't give a fuck about me or Zeref. He just sends a check every month for rent and the rare short letter. It's worse than a spit to the face."
Gray tsked and shook his head. There was something tense in the air something that started to get on Gray's nerves.
"Whatever Natsu," Gray muttered, "At least you still have a parent in your life and at least you know that he's out their living. You know where I have to go to see my parents? A graveyard. And that's when I learn they aren't doing anything. That they can never think about me ever again."
Natsu swallowed, he crossed his arms and looked at Gray, "You don't understand, Gray…"
"Oh I think I do, see, I've had three people who meant the whole fucking world to me leave me. Yeah, your dad had a choice to stay and he didn't but he must have left you for a good reason. A a damn good reason, because you're hard to leave. I had another chance at a family when my parents died and it just happened all over again," Gray's voice shook, his palms were sweaty, "I don't get letters, I don't get rent money, I don't get to wonder if my parents or Ur think about me. You do, you get that satisfaction that he's still out there for you and you're blowing it. Even if he left."
"It's not like that, Gray! It's not," Natsu snapped, he breathed out hard, his hands in his hair, "Every time I think about him I just think I'm this huge dissapointment. That- that if he met me now, he would think I'm shit. And maybe that's why he left, because he knew I'd be this fuck up. He still thinks about me like when I was younger, when I wasn't such a screw up!"
"What have I told you about calling yourself that?!" Gray grabbed Natsu's shoulders, "You are not a screw up, you are not a disappointment so shut up about it. There is no way he left because of you, something is wrong with him. Not you. You can't let him affect you like this if he's not here."
"I know I shouldn't but I do. I do because I miss him so much, I miss him so fucking much!" Natsu jerked his body away and pressed his forehead against the wall. He heaved, "I think about him all the time and no one will ever tell me anything about him! Zeref tells me nothing because he hates Igneel, and that's my problem. I can't hate my dad, and I want to so much," Natsu punched the wall, "I want to hate him, I want to hate him, I want to hate him!"
Every time Natsu punched the wall, his knuckles turned red and chapped. Bits of blood showed on the white wall. Natsu started to choke back tears, sliding down the wall. His hand shook in pain as he curled up. Gray wrapped his arms around Natsu's waist, he gently caressed Natsu's hand. Burring his head in Natsu's neck. He shushed Natsu as he started to cry.
"I'm so sorry, Gray… I'm so sorry," Natsu sobbed, "I'm really really sorry."
Gray shook his head and fell on his butt, pulling Natsu in his lap. He let Natsu cry it out, he wasn't going to tell Natsu everything would be okay. Natsu deserved a good cry.
"I'm sorry about your parents… And that one women.. Ur?" Natsu muttered.
Gray rubbed Natsu's back, "Yeah… Ur.. My foster mother."
"God I'm such a big cry baby! Why do I always have a melt down around you?"
Gray laughed sadly and brushed his thumb on Natsu's cheek, "Because you know I'm okay with you melting down in front of me," Gray kissed Natsu's salty skin, "Your hand looks really bad. We should patch that up."
Natsu caught Gray's mouth with his. Natsu lips felt moist, damp even, like a leaking house as tears slid down. Natsu panted softly, he sniffled, Gray wiped away a few straggling tears.
"You always take care of me… Why do you get to be more stable than me?" Natsu asked, pouting his lip.
Gray smiled, "I'm not as stable as you think. I procrastinate on school work and then stress out. I have a crappy truck that gives me more trouble than it's worth, I smoke way too much pot and I'm a sore loser playing hockey. I'm as stable as a table with three legs."
Natsu giggled and rubbed his nose, "Yeah, maybe you're right. You just seem… Perfect to me."
"I love you, Natsu."
"I love you too… Like a lot…"
"You mean the whole world to me, when I'm with you I can really feel how fast the earth turns."
Gray grinned and kissed Natsu's red nose, the locked lips again. Gray ran his hands up Natsu's sides, Natsu parted his lips and kissed deeper. Gray pulled up Natsu's pullover and kissed his collarbone. Natsu pulled the sweater over his head, keeping his arms still in the sleeve, his arms over Gray's head. Gray press his thumb against Natsu's pierced nipple. He kissed Natsu's throat as he rubbed. Natsu closed his eyes, a small blush forming on his cheeks. He pressed up his chest against Gray's hand.
Gray tugged on the piercing and licked Natsu's skin. Natsu started to fall back on the ground, Gray moved between Natsu's legs. Gray rocked his hips against Natsu's and breathed out. Natsu squeezed his eyes and moan quietly. The chaffing jeans only made them harder. Natsu tossed his pullover and Gray sat on Natsu's hips. Starting to take off his shirt. Natsu touched the ripples of Gray's abs, running his hands to Gray's tattoo. He kissed the permanent ink.
Natsu started to take off Gray's pants, along with his own. Their bulges rubbed together, Natsu groaned.
"Oh, fuck, Gray. Take them off," Natsu said, "I want to have sex already."
"Heh, do you think you can reach the lube and condoms from here?" Gray asked.
"No, but your tongue is right here," Natsu licked Gray's bottom lip, "Are you up for a little rim job?"
Gray smirked and put his hand down Natsu's underwear, "Oh I'm always up for that," Gray kissed Natsu again, slipping down his boxers.
Gray kissed down Natsu's stomach, "Would you rather be on your belly?"
Natsu nodded, "It would probably be easier that way."
Natsu rolled onto his stomach, Gray slightly rose Natsu's hips. Gripping them tightly, Natsu spread his legs. Gray pressed his tongue out and licked slowly a few times, swirling and flicking the entrance. He tasted sweat, his warm breath sent shivers down Natsu's back. Natsu moaned and wiggled his ass. Gray burrowed his face and pressed his tongue in, Natsu gasped and tried lifting himself up, but Gray's hold wouldn't let him. Natsu lowered his head and moaned. Gray pulled back and spit. His fingertips grazed the hole and pressed in two fingers. Natsu arched his back.
"Hah! Gray! You should have warned me." Natsu groaned.
Gray started to move his fingers, "Sorry I just want to make love to you already."
Natsu's eyes popped open, "Whoa, what did you say?" Natsu's turned on his back, "You want to make… Love? Like how a mommy and daddy have sex?"
"Don't say it like that, you make it sound weird. I wanted it to sound really cute."
"No, no it can still be cute," Natsu's said, "But if you're going to make love to me, maybe put me on a bed?"
Gray chuckled softly and ran his fingers through his bangs, "You tell me that when I have my fingers inside you. Perfect."
Gray pulled his fingers out and picked up Natsu, carrying him princess style. Natsu compiled for once. No smart mouthing, no squirming. He respected to art of love making, he always wanted to be apart of it. Gray laid Natsu on the bed, his feet stayed on the ground.
"Now, if you don't mind," Gray spat on his fingers and pressed them in again, "I'll just continue."
Natsu tipped back his head and bawled up the sheets. The pastels were never cleared and they started to smudge his knuckles. Gray smiled and curled his fingers.
"You're always so messy. That must be the downfall of being an artist, huh?"
"Yeah, that and mental illness are the same gene as my creativity."
Gray cupped , Natsu's cheek and kissed him. He didn't want to hear Natsu talk about himself like that. He scissored his fingers apart and moved them faster and smoother. Natsu groaned and arched his back.
"Gray…" Natsu moaned, "I think I'm ready."
"Yeah? You good baby?" Gray asked.
Natsu nodded his head. Gray pulled his fingers back and went to the drawer. Natsu caught Gray's wrist.
"Don't. You don't need to use one tonight," Natsu said and locked his fingers with Gray's "I don't mind a little mess."
"Obviously. Are you sure?"
"Positive," Natsu kissed the back on Gray's hand, "I want to feel you," He flattened his tongue against Gray's skin, "All of you."
Gray smirked, "You're the best boyfriend ever."
Gray lowered his boxers. Natsu helped hold up one leg while Gray held the other. Gray lined himself up and looked at Natsu. He always got this flush look on his face before Gray put it in, his face seemed like it was strained, but he always felt smooth going in. Gray leaned over Natsu and pressed in the rough head.
"Oh god," Natsu gasped, "That piercing feels fucking wonderful."
"Your ass is so tight," Gray groaned, "You feel fantastic, Natsu."
Natsu turned his head and panted faintly as Gray started to rock. He squeezed Gray's hand, Gray delicately tried to do the same thing back. But Natsu's hand had dried with blood and fresh bruises started to appear. Gray kissed the crease of Natsu's neck. Gray could feel the heat illuminate from Natsu. He wasn't sure if it was because he was latex free tonight, but it made him flutter. He started to properly thrust, and he heard the hitched breaths from Natsu's mousy mouth.
Natsu wrapped his legs around Gray's hips, pulling Gray closer to him. Gray put his forearms on the bed, Natsu looked and started to count how many visible veins he could see. How many cords were connecting all throughout his body and the trip his blood had to take to pump his heart quicker. As Gray thrusted harsher, Natsu counted two long veins and four shorter ones. They looked like branches from a tree. A tree of life. Natsu gripped Gray's forearm and moaned.
The thrusts got deeper and with that depth, it caused Gray to move faster. He would press his lips to Natsu's every few minutes when he was losing his breath. The he would pull back and gasp for air. It was like he was getting off on the loss of oxygen. Like autoerotic asphyxiation, but without the strangling or smothering. Just the connection of Natsu's mouth against his. Natsu put his arms around Gray's back. He dug in his nails and scraped down. Gray moaned loudly.
"Love marks…" Natsu panted with a ginger giggle.
Gray smiled widely, his face hovering above Natsu, "Have I ever told you how much I love you?"
"No… But I see it," Natsu ran his fingers over Gray's face and into his hair, "I see it by the way you look at me every time I see you."
Gray kissed Natsu's bottom lip and moved harder, causing Natsu to shutter. "Fuck! I'm almost there Gray."
"Me too, Natsu."
Gray's breath felt cool on Natsu's flesh, bumps almost formed but he still sweat. The heat was still there. Natsu stole a sloppy kiss from Gray, tongue slicking back together. Natsu could feel his come drip onto his stomach. Natsu started to breath quicker, face becoming this cherry tint. Gray pounded bolder and nimble, the ring hitting Natsu's swollen g-spot. Natsu whimpered and shook his legs. He came after without warning. He laid back on the bed with a plop. Gray still thrusted.
"Where should I do it?" Gray breathed.
"Do what?"
"Come, idiot. Your stomach, the sheets, what?"
"Just come in me," Natsu muttered, "I told you I didn't care about the mess."
"Oh my god," Gray said, squeezing Natsu's thighs, "You are an angel in disguise."
"Shut up and hurry," Natsu snapped, "I want you to come already."
Gray smiled and thrusted a few more times. The rocks slow and deep before moaning, coming after. Natsu cringed from the thick fluid, he dropped his legs and let Gray fall on him. Natsu hugged him as Gray caught his breath. Gray pulled out, little fluid spilt from Natsu's entrance. Gray lifted his head.
"Please tell me you're going to let me have sex with you without a condom."
"Only when me and you make love, dear." Natsu said and booped Gray's nose.
"Then I want to make love to you constantly."
Gray rubbed his nose against Natsu's and tussled his hair. Natsu snickered and tried to pull away. Gray started to kiss all over Natsu's face before he got tired and laid his head on Natsu's chest. Natsu twirled his finger in Gray's dark locks.
"I got oil pastels all over your back." Natsu said.
"Don't sweat it," Gray replied, "We can just take a shower together in the morning. Well, you should probably get that come out of you soon."
Natsu traced his fingers over his scratch marks. He didn't think about that now, "You know, you seem like you know a lot about me," Natsu licked his lips, "But today has made me realise I don't know jack shit about you."
"That's not true. You don't know jack shit about me in the past. But you know about me now."
"Do not…" Natsu sighed.
"What am I majoring in college?"
"Psychology but you want to minor in english."
"What's my favorite song?" Gray asked.
"Gloria. Easy."
"Favorite sex position?"
"Trick question, you just love having sex. Doesn't matter what position it is, you love it."
"Best friend?"
"Me of course," Natsu said, "But Lyon is a close second. What are you trying to prove by asking all of these questions?"
"To show how much you know about me. Natsu, I don't think you know this but you think about me alot. Even when you hate to admit it, you do. And that's more than what anyone else has done for me."
Natsu chewed his cheek, "It was hard growing up for you wasn't it?"
"It wasn't easy I'll tell you that much," Gray ran his hand over Natsu's chest, "Mom and dad were great parents when they were around. One night a small electrical fire broke out and soon, I saw my house in flames while I was out in my front yard from a fireman pulling me out. My parents couldn't get out and they died. Just like that, poof! Gone."
"That must have been horrible. You must have been so scared to be alone."
"No, no. I was pissed," Natsu raised an eyebrow, "I wanted to be stronger. Maybe if I was then the firemen could have help my parents instead of me. After a few months and me getting into a shitload of trouble. I met Ur, and she whipped my ass into straight. She was a CO."
Natsu chuckled, "Your foster mom was a correction officer?"
"Mmmhmm, she saw me about to pick a fight with some random kid and picked me up by the collar. Whoo, she was the most intimidating, loving person I have ever met. And once she fostered me, she made me see a lot of things differently. I met Lyon through her, she taught me lots of stuff, but the only thing she couldn't do was make me feel stronger. Even though she was."
Gray's voice became a whisper. Like a steady line of smoke. His throat never choked, his tone never cracked. It was straight.
"Gray, you don't have to keep talking if you don't want to." Natsu said, kissing the top of Gray's head.
"No, you wanted to learn about me so I'm letting you. One day I got really mad and being the stubborn brat I was, I ran away. And there was an awful snowstorm… The roads were so icy and I had never felt so cold in my life. And I always remembered Ur keeping it so cold in the house. I remember seeing her crashed on the couch at midnight from exhaustion and Lyon and I would cover her with a blanket because she shivered so much. I remember the cops finding me and telling me Lyon and Ur got in a car crash. I remember I put my brother in the hospital and my mother in the grave… I remembered staying by Ur's side until she died that night."
"Gray, baby, none of that is your fault. None of it."
"Funny. That's what Ur kept telling me. Over and over," Gray twirled his finger, "'It's not your fault, it's not your fault, Gray.' What a load of shit."
"No, it's not. You're still a stubborn brat, Christ," Natsu said, h cupped both of Gray's cheeks, "I don't know why people leave each other. I honestly don't. But look at me and understand me when I say this. Gray, none of that is your fault."
Gray's eyes drooped, yet he still smiled. He put his head against Natsu's, "You're such a jerk," Small tears formed on Gray's lashes, "I wanted you to think I was still stable. Even with that stupid table metaphor."
Natsu kissed Gray's forehead, "You're not unstable. You're like me. A little unsteady."
Gray laughed and shook his head, "Did I make you feel better?"
"No, you made me feel amazing. Just like always."
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