The witch hesitantly looked out the window at the still sleeping red dragon, and its blue cat companion. Plue sleeping on her lap, as she drank her tea. She might be a witch living in a cottage far outside of the town, but she still had some sophistication. She was Lucy Heartfilia, hybrid daughter of an elf and a witch after all. She looked more like her mother, save the pointy ears and the quick healing that elves possess. Her priorities though, were what she was to do with the dragon. It was true, she needed its blood, but she didn't want to just take it from a creature that looked so innocent, so precious.

She noticed it waking up, the cat, leaping off the dragon and back onto the dirt. She got up, startling her poor dog, and grabbed some more dried fish, hoping maybe if she fed it, it would decide not to burn her home down. She made her way outside as she watched it stretch up, and yawn. It sat back, and it's claws stretched upward, like a small boy awaking from its nap, as she noticed it start to shrink in size, its wings wrapping around itself. She froze. She had no idea what was happening at the moment. Here she was, standing with dried fish, and a dragon appeared to be turning into a human.

He opened his eyes, and she noticed his enticing onyx eyes, sharp, as his eyes still held their dragon-like appearance. He had two small horns on his head, hidden by the spiky pink hair that now covered his head. Luckily the wings were covering his body, but Lucy dropped the dried fish as she noticed there wasn't anything covering him besides his wings and scarf. She shrieked and covered her eyes, turning away from him.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" she stammered, a deep blush covering her features.

"Sorry for what?" she heard a slightly deep voice ask.

"You… you're…" she stammered.

"I'm what?" he asked again.

"You're naked!" She exclaimed, not daring to look at him.

"What?" he asked, before she heard him exclaim, "Damnit Happy, it happened again!"

"Happy?" Lucy asked, uncovering her eyes but still deciding not to turn around.

"You got any clothes? Mine probably ripped." the young man stated.

"Clothes…" Lucy repeated, before she rushed into her cottage, "Yeah, I think I have something!" she slammed the door behind her, and heavily breathed against it. "Great."

She went into one of the two backrooms she had, one being her bedroom, the other being her storage room, and looked through the clothes she had in a drawer, she used to have clothes for travelers, back when she would disguise herself, claiming to be just some store. She pulled out a black long coat, though still thin in this hot weather, and white baggy capri pants that cinched at the end. She grabbed some sandals, and a brown belt as well, not knowing if the pants would even fit. She made her way back outside, keeping her eyes downcast, "Here, I hope it fits…" she mumbled.

"Ah! Thanks!" she heard as she noticed his feet, and closed her eyes as he took the items from her. She turned around quickly, having nothing else in her hands.

"Okay!" she heard, and turned back around hearing a rip as well. She noticed he now only had one sleeve, his other arm showing his muscles nicely. The coat was a little tight on him, she noticed, seeing as his muscled body was outlined by it. He had placed the belt on top of the coat, and he was slipping into the sandals, which surprisingly fit him.

"You ripped it!" she exclaimed.

"Yeah, and?" he asked, sitting back onto the wagon and crossing his legs, the blue cat leaping into his lap.

"Is that cat yours?" she asked, pointing to the small creature, he now was absently petting, deciding she probably won't win an argument with him, also not wanting to make him mad.

"You mean Happy?" he asked, looking down at the blue creature.

"Uh, yeah, is that his name?" she asked.

"Yep! He's my friend! I raised him since he hatched." He smiled.

"Hatched?" Lucy asked, thoroughly confused.

"Uh, yeah, hatched." the pink haired boy replied, making her almost believe she was the supid one.

"Cats don't hatch."

"Well, he did!" he stubbornly replied, "Isn't that right, Happy? She just doesn't understand."

"Cats are born." she tried explaining, but gave up, "Do you have a name?" she asked, now noticing he looked a little familiar.

"Yeah, who doesn't?" he responded, before grinning. His fangs weren't completely gone, she noted, as the canines in his mouth looked a whole ton sharper than normal teeth.

"Well?" Lucy began, "What is your name?"

"I'm Natsu, who're you?" he replied, as the car leaped out of his lap, letting him stand. His wings had shrunk in size, and he had ripped two holes in the back of the clothes, letting them out, and he stretched them as he made his way over to her, again.

"Lucy." she replied.

"Nice to meet ya!" he said, before hanging his head, "You got any food? I'm hungry!"

Lucy glanced and noticed her dried fish she had brought out was gone, "I had brought out some fish-" she began.

"Happy ate all of it." Natsu replied, pointing a thumb over to the cat, who looked like he was glaring at him in return. The cat leaped onto him, scratching his face.

Lucy's eyes caught the blood that began to stream down, as Natsu began fighting with the cat, her fingers reached out, and she wiped the blood off his face, letting it pool in her hand. Natsu froze at her touch, and he looked over at her. She continued, to watch the blood drip into her hand, not noticing his confused face.

"Are you some sort of vampire?" he asked, and she noticed his skin had healed, covering the part that was scratched in scales.

"What?" she looked up from the blood she was admiring in her hand.

He pointed to the blood in her hand, "You seem like you wanna eat it, sorry to warn ya, but it doesn't taste good."

"What?" she asked, "No, I need it for um…" she stopped, and used her non-bloody hand to dig out a vial, and she poured the liquid into it, the red still staining her hand.

"For what?" he asked.

"Wait," she looked back up at him, "Did you eat your own blood?"

"I was hungry, don't blame me!" he shrugged, and licked the side of his face that was now covered in scales.

"Wait!" she shrieked, and jumped back a few feet, "How are you even human in the first place!"

"What?" he asked.

"You were a dragon!" she tried explaining.

"I still am one." He spread his wings out, as if to show her.

"But…" she gestured to his body, "You're a boy!"

"And you're a girl, I don't get what you're tryna say." He tilted his head, crossing his arms.

"How did you turn into a human, though?" she asked.

"Turn into one?" he asked, before laughing, "I didn't turn into one!"

She stared at him, although his teeth were a little sharp, he had a really sweet smile, and a charming laugh. He continued to laugh as he tried catching his breath.

"I'm not human!" he said, wiping his eyes.

She wanted to hit him now, "You're human, you look like a human." she reminded him before adding, "Except the wings."

He folded his wings behind him, and smiled, "Yeah, I look like a human. I want to be one."

"Why?" she asked, before shaking her head, "How?"

"I take this form when I'm conscious." he sighed, "I haven't been able to maintain it when I'm sleeping, or severely injured, I guess." he looked over to Happy.

"Okay, but based on what I've read, dragons don't turn into humans, or take that form, anyway." she began explaining.

"Never met a dragon before?" he asked, smirking.

"What?" she questioned as if he were insane, "Of course I haven't! No one in this whole town has!"

His eyes widened, and his lips frowned, "What?"

"What do you mean, what?" she asked, "Dragons have been extinct for centuries!"

"Extinct? What do you mean?" he asked.

"You know, dead?" she responded, as if he were an idiot.

"No, I know what extinction means!" he shook his head, "I meant what do you mean their extinct?"

She looked up at him, "How are you here?" she asked.

"What?" he seemed more confused now, "Don't answer my question with a question that doesn't make sense!"

"Well, you're a dragon, right?"

"Yeah, and?"

"How old are you?"

"Eighteen, I think." he replied, folding his arms.

"So you hatched eighteen years ago?" she repeated, causing his brows to furrow in confusion, "but there weren't any dragons here, eighteen years ago, let alone twenty!"

"Well I'm pretty sure I'm not in the hundreds." he frowned, "how old are you?"

"Seventeen," she answered before shaking her head, "That's not the point!"

"Well, if you're only seventeen, then how do you know dragons weren't here eighteen years ago?" He folded his arms, and turned away from her. She noticed the scales on his face were shrinking, revealing a healed face.

"My family, the people who live in town, everyone here!" she raised her arms.

"Well, my dad was here. He raised me, so there." he huffed, and turned himself away from her, folding his arms.

"He was here?" she asked, before asking, "what did your dad look like? Maybe he was human, and that's how you can turn into a human."

"What?" he turned to face her, "Igneel was a dragon!" he yelled, "Just like me!"

"I'm pretty sure we would have noticed a dragon here." she sighed, then she looked away.

"Doesn't matter, I'm right, and you're wrong." Natsu replied, before turning to her again, "Got a place I can stay? I don't exactly want to sleep in a thorn bush again."

"A thorn bush?" Lucy asked, "Why'd you sleep in a thorn bush?"

"Cause it was there."

"Fine, you can sleep on my couch, just don't burn anything up!" she frowned, "I might have some nightgown you can wear so you don't wake up naked."

"I'm not wearing a dress." he frowned.

"You're staying in my house, so you're gonna wear it." she scolded.

"Fine." he mumbled, as she led him inside.