How's your week been?

Natsu had taken Mira to see the sights. Their time was mostly spent looking through the forest and climbing random things. Mira had bet that Natsu couldn't climb a particularly large tree but was shut up when he proceeded to jump over the tree, and the next one, and the next one, all in one go. Mira had promptly sulk in the corner under the aforementioned tree. Natsu just laughed and they went to get something to eat. Mirajane could swear that he had a bottomless stomach. A light snack for him was full sized buffet for a normal human (or it seemed that way anyway). With Natsu needing to fill his stomach with startling regularity, they spent a lot of time cooking and eating while walking. On his way back from relieving himself, he managed to snag a large mammalian creature easily twice he size of an adult forest vulcan.

Natsu was grilling it as he walked, his body acting as the fire and a spear of ice trailing behind him the spit. He held the creature above himself with a spear of ice that slid along the ground behind them. The creature was speared through and Natsu's body was alight, cooking the large monster as they walked. That's how they'd done most of their food unless Natsu felt like it would burn. Mirajane, for the most part, was keeping an eye out for anything that caught her eye or looked edible. They passed several monsters but Mira dared not point them out in fear of being forced to eat it.

Eventually, they (Natsu) got bored and they went back to civilization, or the loose set of constructions that were considered civilization. Dragons weren't the biggest on homes because of the sheer amount of time and energy (not to mention resources) it would take. Natsu was itching for a fight. Maybe Igneel would be up for a spar again. It had been a long time since he did that. Or maybe the old man would be up for it. He'd never actually gotten to fight him. Natsu yearned to battle the black dragon. The teacher of Acnologia, one of the oldest dragons in history (not to mention strongest) was what Natsu considered to be his current challenge. Acnologia was a great fight, Natsu even had a semifriend relationship with the pseudodragon, but to Natsu, the most desirable fight was the one that he'd never get. Natsu had practically jumped up and down when he found out a key piece of information about his magic, a few requirements to become a dragon as was wished.

Of course, he was completely free to make that choice himself and it made little difference whether he was human or not. He was still part human, part dragon, part devil/demon/etherious and it would always be that way. He simply needed to be recognized as a true dragon by members of the dragon community. Simple enough, a dragons blessing would prevent the typical bloodlust that was associated with dragons. Natsu chuckled to himself, silly humans. Natsu then proceeded to laugh at himself, he was a human! Mostly anyway.

"What are you laughing at?" Mirajane asked, her curiosity piqued.

"Humans," Natsu chuckled.

"You are a human though?" Mira asked questioningly.

"My line of thought exactly!"

Natsu and Mira talked about random things. Natsu was picking fights with trees as many had adopted reddish-brown mottled bark that had become both flame retardant but most resistant to heat and other energies as well. Natsu had struck it with fire, lightening, some of his ice even. Nothing. Natsu could have sworn he made part of it burn but Mira proceeded to rub off the smudged ash… With his head. Mirajane proceeded to pull him back by the hair and show him that nothing was there.

"Damnit! I'll get it at some point!"

"Of course you will Natsu," Mirajane said before muttering as an afterthought,
Though probably not in this lifetime anyhow."

"What did you say?" Natsu asked, though Mira knew he could hear her perfectly.

"Oh just doubting your abilities," Mirajane said.

"Say it again!" Natsu said, crimson flames lighting in his hands.

"Coming from the guy who can't even scratch a tree," Mira paused before grinning wickedly, "I seriously doubt you could even touch me, Matchstick."

"I recall a certain incident on a boat that begs to differ," Natsu sing-songed.

"I'm impressed, I find it hard to believe that your memory goes back that far. It's hard to see, miscreant that you are."

"Oh of course, I certainly have my moments of intelligence though little can be said about you," Natsu chuckled, "I do recall a certain stereotype surrounding models. Not to mention, what was it that Gray said about your floor plans?"

"Hmm… I certainly recall," Mira said dryly before glancing down, "Natsu, your laces are undone."

"Are they?" Natsu asked, bending down, "wait a minute!"

"What?"

"I don't have laces," Natsu yelled.

"I'm quite aware, I doubt you could tie them on your own anyway."

"As I am sure that I could just as easily replace you with dog, if only to be rid of you. I'm not sure many would notice the difference."

"Oh Natsu, if that's the extent of your wit, I must take my leave."

"Oh? Does the fair lady not need a guide to this most dangerous land," Natsu asked.

"Not when the man guiding her is infinitely more so," Mira chuckled.

"Oh really? And what makes me dangerous?"

"If not your certain lack of intelligence then most definitely your smell," Mira said, wrinkling her nose.

"I would agree but as you are here as well, I think that you aren't much better."

"I disagree, I simply think that you have tried to drag me down to the filthy confines of a degenerate lowlife such as yourself."

"I think it's quite the opposite, I'm trying to hoist you up, though there are some… difficulties," Natsu said moving his hand in a few, concise gestures.

"Oh? And here I thought you liked someone who could eat? Though you wouldn't know it with the way I dress," the platinum blonde said conspiratorially, "I could be the size of a house and simply use my magic to hide it!"

"Yeah of course, more like moved it around," Natsu muttered.

"What?"

"Nothing!"

"Sure it was," Mira said, "Banter aside, I have a question for you."

"Shoot."

"What are all of your magics?" Mirajane asked.

"I figured that's what it would be. I'll some of them, deal?"

"That's excluding the ones I already know," Mirajane said.

"Of course," Natsu laughed, "First, I can use Creation dragon magic, which isn't as cool as it sounds but definitely still cool. It's how I made the boat. I can transmute substances into others as long as I have enough of it to create the product I want. So I could turn a street light into a small dagger or short sword. I can make the boat from a tree. I can't use it on anything alive with the exception of plants or things like that, no changing our arm into a leg, and no changing my own into a sword. It has something to do with the fundamental components or structures or something like that."

"Can you turn something like metal into stone?"

"Nah, has to be the same substance. I can turn steam into ice, but any ice mage should be able to do it too."

"So again, not an issue for you."

"Yeah I guess," Natsu chuckled before Mira gestured for him to go one, "Oh right, sorry. I can use Sensory dragon magic because it helped me train. I didn't exactly mean to learn it but I just figured out how it felt and replicated it, though there were some road bumps. I almost lost my vision and smell and basically every sense several times. It's extremely difficult to control but I can manipulate peoples' senses whether it's amplifying them or removing them. I don't use it combat really because it takes a lot of concentration to use unless I wanted to irreversibly damage them. I can tap into it fairly easy though as it stemmed from my strengthened senses. I can however manipulate them on a massive scale as long as I am only focused on that task."

"Can I experience this?"

"Sure, what do you want me to do?"

"I dunno? Surprise me?"

At this, Natsu chuckled. He closed his eyes and stood still, before a purple magic circle surrounded both of them. Mirajane instantly felt her senses sharpen. Was this what Natsu's senses were like? Every small detail on the leaves jumped out at her, the buzzing of an insect thirty meters away sounded like it was right in her ear. She closed her eyes as Natsu's scent jumped out at her in a way that she'd never have imagined, the smoky smell mixing with the rich, earthy smell of the forest, as well as tone's she'd never have picked up on. There were subtle hints of a fast-flowing stream and the just barely noticeable hints of a musky undertone.

Mirajane slowly opened her eyes, releasing a somewhat shaky breath. She hadn't expected him to smell like that. She was amazed, of course anyone could smell the smoky exterior, but the other smells surprised her. She found herself quite enjoying Natsu's scent. It was something she'd never have expected, was this what Natsu dealt with every day? It must be so distracting! What did she smell like?

Mirajane's brain finally caught up to her eyes. She was staring dead at Natsu, less than an arm's length away. Interesting. Not unpleasant. Certainly not unpleasant. It was quite nice actually. Her eyes flitted over Natsu's face, taking in small details that she hadn't noticed or was simply admiring. A small intake of breath caught her attention, causing her eyes to drift ever so slightly lower. She let out a quick breath and her eyes quickly darted back up, ocean blue meeting onyx. The ever so slight crinkle to Natsu's brows and the way his eyes sparkled signaled that he was either happy or amused, quite likely both. Why did she notice that?

Natsu wasn't faring much better than Mirajane, his mind running rampant. Even though he had spent a long time around her (a long time to him at least), he kept noticing small things. And this was certainly the first time he'd seen her like this. He couldn't seem to keep his mind off of the beautiful woman in front of him, looking so incredible. At first he had watched how she experienced what it was like to be a dragon, but then she closed her eyes. A blissful look had spread across her face and Natsu hadn't been able to tear his eyes away. Oh and then she took a shallow breath and her breathing hitched as she slowly opened her eyes. Natsu could feel her eyes combing over his face and a pleasant feeling rushed over him.

Both Natsu and Mirajane locked eyes again and for a moment, everything was perfectly still. Natsu breathed out gently, taking in every detail about the stunning woman in front of him. Mirajane sucked a breath in as her eyes darted furtively over Natsu, moving from his face to the open jacket he was wearing. Natsu was wearing a black jacket with a red stylized dragon sleeve and a lowcut white shirt. Mirajane was very appreciative as it showed of his well-developed pecks and abs.

Mirajane felt Natsu wrap his arms around her and her body's spike in heat. Uh oh. Mirajane lightly placed her hand between herself and his chest. Natsu, thankfully, pulled himself back. He had a slightly far off look. Had he misunderstood? She hadn't wanted to stop but she needed to! It wasn't that she didn't enjoy it, she did, more so than most things! As if sensing her internal turmoil, Natsu spoke softly.

"Thank you. For stopping us I mean," Natsu said, "I'm sorry."

"For what?" Mirajane asked.

"Making you uncomfortable," Natsu said, looking down.

Mira's fears melted away, he wasn't mad! "No no no! I find myself enjoying it all too much."

"Oh really?" Natsu asked cheekily.

"Just for that, you'll never hear me say it again. Nope! Alas, I can no longer speak of how I enjoy my time with you, what a tragedy!"

"How ever shall you bury such a treasure?"

"How do I leave this buried treasure behind?" Mirajane wondered, "Like this!"

Mirajane proceeded to grab a handful of plant matter and shove it in Natsu's face and hair before running off. Natsu sat, flabbergasted. Sure, it hadn't done much but she had managed to catch him off guard. Natsu shook his head and chased after her.