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Chapter 5: Instinct

"There is no instinct like that of the heart"

Natsu POV

Natsu was moving through the trees as fast as the forest let him. His men were far behind him but right now he couldn't afford to wait for them. Fucking hell! That little witch had been giving him a massive headache for a while now. He seriously hadn't needed Romeo to magically show up in the middle of the battle camp and put himself in danger like that. What was even going through the kid's brain? Hey, I see a suspicious person walking into one of the most dangerous places in the empire. I'll mention this to the nearest soldier and then indulge myself in an epic adventure following said suspicious person in the woods. Brilliant, Romeo. Just fucking brilliant.

Natsu stopped for a moment to sniff the air. The witch's scent was anything but witch-like. Soft and clean, the smell of spring. It was too vivid, too strong. She and Romeo were close. He sprinted following their trails. There. Just behind those bushes. He could distinguish their voices now with his ultra-hearing. They sounded frightened. Then he felt the presence of other creatures. Shit! He quickly moved through the bushes and found them.

Just in time to see the deadly spear flying in the air straight towards Romeo. For one terrifying second Natsu froze, unable to say or do something. His eyes widened as he watched the strategist's body blocking the spear's path. A horrible, blood-chilling scream tore from her mouth as she crashed on the ground. He registered in the distance of his mind that the forest people were turning their attention to him, ready to take him down as well. He didn't care. His vision was pure red. The usually calm and quiet fire in his chest was now blazing furiously. Red markings covered both his arms, neck and cheeks. His skin glowered in a faint gold color and he knew what his eyes looked like, what kind of effect they had on the enemies. The forest people screeched in despair, trying to quickly get away from him. He wouldn't let them. The white hot fire covered his hands. Burn, motherfuckers.

Lucy POV

The first thing Lucy noticed when she woke was that it was nice and warm. She strained her muscles in order to move but every single nerve in her back screamed in pain. Holy gods! What in the world was this pain?! She had been laying on her stomach probably for hours if she had to judge from the missing sensitivity in her arms and legs. She realized with horror that she was back in the tower. She was a prisoner again. Then she remembered the forest people and the hit she took. Ah. That's why her shoulder hurt so much.

She had to get up. Lucy clenched her teeth and slowly, so very slowly pushed her body up. Gods, someone was tearing her skin apart! Piece by piece! Her arms trembled, too weak to do this kind of physical activity. She groaned as the pain became unbearable.

"No. no. Stop." Big, warm palms dropped on her lower back and gently pushed her to the bed. "Stop."

"I want to get up." Her voice was rusty. It sounded too exhausted like she'd been screaming for a long time. Maybe she had but she couldn't remember a single thing since she got unconscious in the forest.

"You need to lay down." The male voice was coming somewhere above her head. The palm moved slightly up her spine, leaving behind a nice hot feeling.

"Please." Lucy whispered. She didn't really have the energy to explain how awful her limbs were feeling or how she wanted to at least see what was happening around her and not have her head on one side, leaving her defenseless.

For a moment he didn't say anything so she thought he was ignoring her request but then strong arms wrapped around her stomach, his head briefly touched hers and he softly breathed out in her ear, "This is gonna hurt."

She nodded.

He carefully started lifting her body while she desperately tried not to cry out. He helped her turn herself over and after another five agonizing minutes Lucy was finally sitting in her bed. She was panting, her eyes full of tears and her shoulder burning in agony but she was at least seeing the room.

She couldn't believe it.

It was Dragneel who helped her. There was something different in his stare. A newfound spark she hadn't seen before.

"What happened?" she asked.

"The forest people hit your shoulder with a wooden spear. You're lucky they didn't manage to hit your lungs or you'd be dead by now."

"The boy… Romeo, is he okay?" The fear was evident in her voice.

He was contemplating her, sizing her up with his stare. "He's fine. Just shaken up."

Lucy exhaled shakily and closed her eyes.

"Pretty good idea, by the way."

Her nose wrinkled. "What do you mean?"

"Saving a kid from my camp in hopes of getting away from torture."

"What?" She asked flatly. Surely he wasn't implying that…

He shrugged.

"I'm just saying it's a good strategy. You knew I was going to find you so you decided to put the boy in harm, then getting injured while saving him. We both know I can't afford to torture you right now cause there's I high chance you'll die in the process. It was reckless but in the end a pretty good idea that actually worked."

She gaped. Was this guy for real? Oh, gods, he was. He was for real! Her anger bottled up in her throat. She wanted to smash his thick pink head with a table so hard!

"Wow. Are you that amazed that I figured you out?"

He laughed but there was a certain stillness to it. His whole body was tense. His eyes didn't sparkle with their usual humor.

"How could you be so… aggh!" The sharp pain from her wound stopped her from punching him in the face.

"Hey, be careful."

His hands flew towards her, probably to help her, but she was so done with him. Lucy smacked his palms and he blinked caught in surprise. Good. Let him be surprised.

"I had no idea where that bloody spear would hit me! I could have died on the spot! Yes, I would have done almost anything to get away from here, I did not want to betray my country but I would never -", she was panting now. Her shoulder was killing her and she was pretty sure her wound opened up but she was so angry. "I would never bet the life of an innocent person just to save my own! For you to think I would do that to a little kid is beyond me! Making up that kind of twisted story truly tells terrible things but not about me. It's about you! Don't you dare say such bullshit like that to my face again!"

And she was even swearing now. She hadn't done that in years. He really pissed her off.

Warm streaks of blood fell down her back. Suddenly her head felt too heavy and dizzy. Dragneel, who'd been in total shock until now, quickly shook off his mixed feelings and called for the doctor. Seconds later a middle aged man came in, saw her condition and heavily scolded the General. While the doctor started changing the bandage he asked why the wound opened up again. For the first time since Lucy knew him Natsu Dragneel kept his mouth shut and didn't fire with a smartass comment. Well, then she'll answer it.

"He was being a jerk."

From the corner of her eye she saw Natsu's body cringe. Dull, unpleasant pain hit her head and she groaned. Her forehead and neck were sweaty. She couldn't even keep her eyelids open any longer. She was just so, so tired. Everything hurt.

"What's wrong with her?"

Did she imagine it or Dragneel sounded genuinely concerned?

Ah, never mind. She just wanted to sleep.

Natsu POV

"A fever, I believe." The doctor almost growled. "Her body is weakened not only because of the blood loss but also because of the intense pain she feels. Opening up her wound isn't helping her either, General! I will give her some strong herbs but they will keep her dizzy. General, with all due respect, I will ask you to leave the girl alone for some time, at least until she recovers from the fever."

Natsu nodded. He couldn't tear his gaze from her tormented expression. He thought about her stubbornness and wills to fight, how brave and strong she'd been. Now she was laying completely powerless and shaken up by the pain. Something sickening curled up in his chest. It was awful, this feeling, whatever it was. His eyes traced the sensual shape of her eyebrows down to her feverish cheeks and stopped at the sight of her slightly opened lips, out of which painful sounds were coming. Her shoulder and half her back were completely exposed to him, revealing soft milky skin, delicate curves. She was so small, so fragile. Why the hell would he think about torturing this creature which was about to break any moment?

"General! You are only making my job harder! Please, leave immediately!"

The shout broke the strange trance Natsu had fallen into. He sharply turned and flew out of the room before he did something. Before he did what exactly?! Godsdammit, he was such a mess. That woman was truly a witch. What had she done to him?

"Why are you frowning at the air?"

Natsu almost jumped. Almost. Gajeel always showed up at the best of moments. He hadn't heard him approach which was kind of strange. But this whole day was just fucking over the scale of strangeness.

"How is the strategist?" He just had to ask about her, didn't he.

"She is…" Natsu clenched his fists, then deeply exhaled. Hot gray smoke came out of his nostrils and that glowing, heavy feeling in his chest started fading. His rhythm slowed down until only the familiar quiet but tense fire in his heart was left.

"That thing with the smoke is still as freaky as I remember it."

Gajeel was giving him one of his worried stares again. He knew something was off. But Natsu would never admit to anyone how thrown off he felt. Instead he asked, "Where's Romeo?"

"With Sting and Rogue. You know, that whole lecture you gave really upset him."

"Yeah, well, he deserved it. That brat isn't going to pull a stunt like this again in the near future. I almost had a heart attack because of him."

"Natsu Dragneel and his lectures on responsibility. I'd never even thought you had that word in your limited vocabulary."

"Very funny. I'm dying from laughter here."

Gajeel was waiting for Natsu to spill the beans. But Natsu had a dignity to keep. He just passed by him and said in a nonchalant voice, "The strategist has a fever so I left her with my personal doctor to look after her. We'll have to wait for her to get better."

Yeah, Gajeel was seeing right through his bullshit but thank the gods, he wasn't feeling asshol-ish enough to mention it. Natsu would take what he could get. He needed some time, to cool his head and heart down. So he forced himself to smirk lazily at his cousin and walked away.

So... :)

I have no excuses for the long waiting except for the fact that I had zero inspiration to finish this chapter. And so a year passed and here we are. In the end I like how this one turned out. I think I nailed Natsu's confusion and overall tried to show his vulnerability. He is still an asshole by our standards but he is learning. He is a kind man deep down.

My style kind of changed since the last time I posted here? Maybe? I don't know, you tell me.

I have not abandoned this story and I hope I will not abandon it. I just can't promise regular updates.

Every time I opened my mail and saw your lovely reviews and all your encouraging words it really warmed my heart! Thank you to all who reviewed! This chapter is dedicated to you!

Until next time,

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