Summary: There is a reason why no one asks Natsu to light something up for them…..

Pairings: General family and friendship feels.

YouTube Prompt: Fairy Tail tribute to 'Raise Your Glass' by Pink.

"Fuck!"Wakaba swore as he accidentally burnt his finger on a matchstick and instantly dropped it into his drink. "Damnit!" he cursed. "That was my last match! Now how am I going to light this thing?" he glanced at his best friend who was coolly leaning back against the bar and enjoying his own drink. "Oi, Macao could you-"

"No," Macao replied instantaneously.

"C'mon!" Wakaba whined. "I'm your best friend! Why can't you do this one incy wincey favour and light up my cigarette for me?"

"Because it won't be one," Macao said knowingly, "it'll be all of them. I'm not your personal lighter, get off your lazy arse and buy some more matches. The shop is only a couple streets away."

"But it's raining!" Wakaba moaned. "And I'm tired, and I have a good drink going on. C'mon Macao, be a pal."

"No."

"But-"

"I can light up your cigarette for you."

Wakaba froze at the high pitched, annoying, voice and glanced around before Macao exasperatedly pointed downwards. Wakaba almost jumped out of his seat at the sight of the twelve year old, pink-haired, boy glancing at them curiously over a bar stool. In the last couple years Fairy Tail was flooded with orphaned children and they were really beginning to freak Wakaba out, mainly because they were all super-powered and socially awkward to the point of creepiness, but also because he's half convinced they were all Master's illegitimate children (why else would he let them stay? No other guild does that).

"Can you kid?" he coughed, trying to cover up his moment of fright, "That'll be great, thanks."

The boy grinned. "No problem," he said loudly, "now sit still."

"Wait, what?!" Macao shrieked. "Don't you two dare!" he hissed. "I have yet to teach Natsu any con-"

"FIST OF THE FLAMING DRAGON!"

Wakaba's scream could barely be heard over the blazing fury of the flames that scorched his face. Within seconds, long, painfully drawn out, seconds, the flames died out and Wakaba almost passed out of the agony of having his face burnt black and his hair and eyebrows falling off in charred, dead, locks.

"Tee-hee," Natsu giggled sheepishly, "oops?" he offered.

Wakaba only screamed in reply as Macao quickly ushered him into the infirmary and Master followed quickly to help administer some burn salves. Unfortunately this was the most sympathy he got as Macao glared at him and Master looked very unimpressed.

"It serves you right!" he snapped. "How many times do I have to tell you that the children are not here for your amusement or to do your bidding?"

"I only wanted a cigarette!"

"Yes, but Natsu is not your personal lighter," Master growled, "he is a twelve year old boy, and while we're at it," he smacked both Wakaba and Macao over the head simultaneously. "Stop using Gray as your personal ice cube machine!"

"But where else will we get breast shaped ice cubes?!"

This was not the right answer and soon enough, with his face covered in bandages and bad smelling salve, Wakaba found himself on babysitting duty.

For a whole month!

Urgh...