Prompt 25- "How could I ever forget about you?" (NaLu)

It had been two days since the failed mission.

The first day had been like any other: Natsu had picked a job from the board, mostly because he knew how excited Lucy would be upon seeing the huge reward (for rent money, of course). Then they, along with Happy, had gotten on a train to travel to the southern city of Haberkorn.

The monster was supposed to be easy to kill. Just a small thing, no biggie. But Natsu had forgotten that sometimes great power could be housed in small bodies. The monster was only three apples high and blue as fuck, but it had the ability to mess with your mind and, specifically, your memory.

And the little monster had managed to gets it mitts on Natsu. Because of course the dragon slayer hadn't been quite careful enough. He'd gone and underestimated it. Which ended up being quite a problem, especially since Natsu had been unconscious for the past two days.

Natsu was running through the woods, sharp eyes endlessly searching the trees for any sign of his prey. The little blue runt wasn't getting away from him, that was for damn sure!

But Lucy was calling from behind him, sounding slightly panicked, and Natsu all but skidded to a stop and turned on the spot to look back at her in worry. Sweat ran down the sides of her face and down her neck, and Natsu briefly wondered just how long they had been running for and how hot it was. Summertime heat didn't really bother him, so he had no real way of knowing.

Lucy's chocolate brown eyes widened with sudden warning and Natsu, with no time to react, felt a light thump on his head as the monster land, then felt little blue hands press to his temples.

A feeling like electricity zapped through his mind, then his whole body, and it was painful. Natsu dropped to the ground, accompanied by Lucy's frightened scream, and knew no more.

Natsu jerked forward in his bed, panting and panicked. Cool hands settled on his shoulders, a voice he didn't recognize talked to him.

"Easy there, Charcoal Breath. Even if ya've been sleepin' for two days, you still need to rest after what you just went through."

Natsu struggled underneath the unnaturally colds hands, wanting to escape.

"Let me go!"

The hands disappeared. The raven-haired teen they belonged to backed away, hands in the air. Natsu tried to control his breathing, as his lungs felt like they were trying to strangle him.

"What's wrong?" The teen was looking at him strange, and Natsu had the feeling he should probably know who this guy was. But he didn't.

There was only one thing in his mind. A name.

He licked his dry lips, feeling anxious, though he didn't know quite why. "Where's Lucy?" he dared to ask.

The raven-haired teen with the cold hands shrugged. "Somewhere around here, I guess. She's barely left your bedside since that disaster of a mission. Wendy finally convinced her to go get some rest in one of the few quiet rooms within the guild hall."

He stared intensely at Natsu, and he fought not to crumple under the ice-cool gaze. "Seriously though, Natsu, what's wrong? Usually you woulda called me several rude (not to mention, childish) names by now."

Natsu refused to look the guy in the eyes. "I, um, know I should probably know you. But I don't..."

There was a moment of silence. Then, "Shit! It really did get to ya!"

Natsu ignored that, whatever it meant. "I wanna see Lucy."

"Hold on, you remember Lucy, but not me? That' just unfair."

"Well, it's not like I can help it!" he snapped. "Her name is the only thing I remember."

"Yeah, whatever," Gray rolled his eyes. "You were a lovesick dragon before, and that hasn't changed. I'll go find Lucy, then Gramps. Maybe he can do something to fix your memory." The teen exited the room, and Natsu settled back on his pillow, waiting. There wasn't much else to do other than think, and a moment later, it occurred to him that he had remembered the teen's name: Gray.

That was good, at least. Remembering without help was definitely good.

A moment later, the door opened to reveal a pretty blonde: Lucy. It wasn't hard to guess. She looked beyond exhausted, and her chocolate eyes were more muddy now. And she smelled like Lucy, if that made sense.

"So..." she said softly, looking at the floor. "Gray says you don't remember anything?"

He nodded mutely.

"Oh."

"Nothing but you."

Her eyes shot up in surprise. "What?!

"You're the only thing I could remember when I woke up."

"But why?"

"Come on, Luce, how could I ever forget you?"

"That's nice and all, Flame Brain, but what about the rest of your guild?" Gray strutted back in, sans a shirt as well as a pair of pants. Makarov walked in behind him, nose wrinkling slightly because his face was level with Gray's, erm, behind.

"If Lucy's all I can remember, then I'd be perfectly fine with keeping it that way!"

Gray promptly summoned a rather ice-filled snowball (about the same weight as a brick) and smashed it in Natsu's face.