Author Notes:

Warnings: Swearing - Sexual themes/Content.

Genre, in depth: Male/Male Romance, also known as, Yaoi.

Story Cover Art: Astrovique.

Beta Reader: enjoys literature.

Disclaimer: Dear reader, I'm not the owner of Fairy Tail's characters. If they were mine, Gray and Natsu would be boyfriends.

O.o.O Chapter Two O.o.O

Natsu's smile fell, movements stilled, and his sandy skin lost its healthy color. That was fine, justifiable. They parted ways long ago, and the reunion instigated mixed feelings. On one hand, it was thrilling, but on the other, how was he supposed to do the whole I give a shit about you stunt, when he showed the contrary before?

With that last step forward, they faced each other. The enormous room smelled like Natsu's vanilla, sea breeze scent, and it was therapeutic. That's why he craved meeting him. He could be stubborn and deny it, but his sincere heart considered Natsu his hot spring, and it bathed happily in it.

But Gray wasn't Natsu's therapy. Because Natsu went from pale to ashen, and he withdrew a step until he flushed his posture against the seat.

"Good god. What—what are you doing here?"

No handshakes, no hugs. Is that what they were now? Rigid strangers? Fuck.

"Hey dude. Lookin' fresh."

Natsu opened his mouth, then closed. Then grunted in response, with no hint of amusement.

"I'm an epic fail at alleviating the mood. Understood."

God, it isn't the time or place to be ridiculous. They took opposite seats, Natsu altering between glancing at Gray and the buildings outside with a tensioned neck. Fuck, it hurt. More than gripping him and fracturing his spine into halves. Natsu has lost the glints of friendship, adoration, rivalry, everything he had shared with Gray.

"How have you been?" More than seeking a genuine answer, Natsu needed a diversion. His tone was distant, considering him a stranger, hating the way Gray stared at him like he was worth millions.

What a shame. Natsu's whole used to light up when Gray was present.

"I should ask you that."

"So now, you give a shit? Interesting." Natsu tapped his foot, his hands intertwining, "And I should go along with it, super."

Gray doesn't find it comfortable to admit to his mistakes, especially if it's Natsu who pointed it out. But this one? Natsu's correct, Gray shouldn't have decided impulsively to see him, even to help. That's naked selfishness.

"Our time's limited, so let's make the most of it."

"But what do you have to do with this?" Straight to the point and forward, that was Natsu. Why didn't he say 'Fuck off', and Gray would fuck off? Why have this shitty conversation to start with? Why hint at stuff and be so fucking diplomatic?

Just say fuck off, dammit.

"Meaning what?"

"I thought… someone else would walk through that door, not you. No offense, but why you? You get what I'm saying right?"

"Sorry I'm not the 'one', no time for that. You—what's up with this Guinean nationality shit?"

"Nationality shit?" His alligator eyes flung a mini-glare.

"Yeah."

Good, he got him mad. Gray can deal with mad Natsu, not indifferent stranger Natsu. Any emotion is ok, even annoyance. It assured him he has what it takes to ruffle the guy's feathers, like always.

"I have a valid Guinean passport. I need some time before the attested paper comes, that's all I can say. If they're super paranoid, it's not my problem." Natsu spoke as if he wasn't in custody overnight. Nothing bothered him.

"Except that it is your problem. How can you obtain citizenship when you haven't been living in Guinea for eight years? Using time travel? Stop fucking with the Japanese government. I'll bring you a good lawyer, I promise."

"Hey, hey, hey." Natsu's muscles solidified, tone rising, "Is there any distinction between you and them? I'll save myself the trouble of speaking if there isn't."

"Mr. Fucking Guinean, explain?"

"Not a morning person, yeah?"

"Irrelevant."

"And what's up with those glasses?" Natsu's sardonic chuckle made Gray's eyes roll.

"Still irrelevant."

"It fits you who have lost sight of what matters."

Since when did Natsu Dragneel have business with complex metaphors? You're kidding, right?

His glare collided with Natsu's blazing one.

Chill, chill. He came to help the guy, so inappropriate and childish. Although he targeted helping him, it was hard to accomplish because Natsu judged being an asshole was his best bet.

Natsu's hand tugged at his cuffs, exhaling, "I got the passport a year ago. I'll have the attested paper coming, I'm positive. This will turn out to be one big misunderstanding."

"Why didn't you fly with your Japanese passport? Why the Guinean?"

His comment clicked on Natsu's wrong switch. The boy drew in a huge breath and clenched his fists to suppress himself from launching at Gray.

That's what happens when you're in custody overnight.

"Why do I have to repeat myself? I've told them why. My Passport expired! I planned to visit my dad and stick around for a while, but something came up. I had to travel, and the sole option was using the Guinean valid passport. Last April, there was no fuss, so. Why. Now?"

'Dad.'

Why did he mention it? Why? Gray's skin blackened with an appetite for violence.

His softening gaze towards the pink haired hardened as well as his tone, "How's he? Everything alright?"

"Nah. We're not great these days."

His eyebrows raised, legs crossing, "Hoooo, why?"

"I thought you said we don't have time."

"Sorry. Digression is… you didn't tell me how you got it though. Your conditions don't comply with the books."

"Such faith you have in me." That snort was loud, and that smile was fake as fuck.

"I hope you realize the gravity of the situation. One of the solutions proposed is marrying you to a Guinean naked black boobed lady who'll rape you as soon as you're in her bed."

"Such a racist asshole."

"I'm not. It's funny."

"It's not."

"Cool. But you're lying." Gray shot.

"About what?"

"You're hiding something. I know you."

"You don't. You never did, to be honest." Another loud snort.

"Forget it-"

"Yeah, do that thing where you run away. As always, it's what you're so good at." Natsu leaned, getting into Gray's space for intimidation.

"Stop-"

"-sorry to have you come all the way—it must have been a bother."

"You listen." So smartass aren't you Natsu? Gray leaned in, challenging the motherfucker, "I'm not gonna entertain your crazy wish of going to prison! You can fantasize about it. Either you tell me right now what you're hiding, or I'll figure it out myself."

"Good luck figuring it out. I'm happy you have these supportive feelings. Appreciate it."

"Dumbass, you're unbelievable."

"Kiss my ass."

"So that's how it's gonna be?"

"Hell yeah. Remind me, why are we doing the whole buddy-buddy thing? Don't push yourself to pretend. Walk out that door and never come back like you're used to. Nothing will change. An asshole will forever be an asshole."

Hibiki chose the moment to interrupt.

"Gray, time's up. Let's go."

"Yeah Gray. Time's up, fuck off."

"Is this what I get for helping?"

"You're not helping. Like I said, thanks for coming. I'm confident it'll be ok."

Two men entered, grabbed Natsu from the elbow, and escorted him out. When the clanks of Natsu's cuffs vanished, the void in Gray returned. As if he gives a crap. Natsu's attitude was unacceptable. Their personal issues shouldn't blind him when 'prison' was involved. No one will believe he's the real-deal, a Guinean citizen, even if he swore on his honor thousands of times.

The leather chair Natsu used earlier maintained the creasing after the boy left. It looked warm… and the invisible particles surrounding it glowed with Natsu's essence and it lingered in his system.

Since they didn't hug, could he hug the chair?

The coffee aroma interrupted his daydreaming. Two huge mugs settled on the conference table while Hibiki Lates's long heavy sigh and joyless brown eyes dropped guilt in Gray's empty stomach.

That shit tasted bad, he needed good food for breakfast.

"You aren't biologically related, for sure." The blonde loosened his beige tie, "He's gotta be your friend or something. The tension flickered the cameras three times and spooked the crap out of us."

"If the paper doesn't show, what's Plan B? What are the other options on the table?"

Gray's obvious negligence to the topic didn't pass unnoticed. But Hibiki Lates wasn't a prying son of a bitch and allowed it. Those brief minutes with Natsu drained him, and he wasn't ready to take anyone into that dark field-trip yet.

"Worst-case scenario we get a lawyer. Using my connections and a little effort, we could negotiate the penalty's nature. But you gotta have confidence in my friend. He's cool."

"But what if it doesn't come? What if that passport is forged?"

"If he's guilty, he's guilty. Justice will be served."

Shit. "He isn't a bad guy, I believe that."

Hibiki paused for a while, thinking and weighing options. "That's not enough. But, let's see."

"I'll talk to HR and have today as a half day or… Shit, I might have to take it all off. Roughly, how many days is it gonna last?"

Hibiki sighed, "Cases like that rarely last long. A week maximum, but this one is different. You're talking coordination between Japan, America, Guinea, three different continents, so it might stretch to a month."

"… Guess I'll be back to Kyoto." His stay in Narita was useless, he wouldn't see Natsu again because their first time went so darn well, "The only hope I have left is your friend. If he can do something, it'll be great."

"Please, he's good. And you gotta look at this text, I forgot about it, here we go."

I'm still in contact with the Guinean embassy and something isn't right. After I had sent his details, they said his case is confidential. I have a detective working on it. Will update you as soon as I can.

"Confidential?"

"Yeah, that's weird." Hibiki retrieved his phone, "This one's special. It will take time."

The case wasn't simple, Gray hammered that fact in his head. Natsu didn't simply enter a bar and get arrested for being a minor; he was captured because of official documents forgery and that shit was bad.

"I'm nagging, apologies."

"It's okay. I understand your position, but no need to worry, this isn't the worst I have seen. It's tacky, that's all. I'll update you often. It's the best I can do."

"Please." Gray shook Hibiki's hand, "You have been amazingly helpful, and I don't know what to say."

"You can't thank me, it's not done yet."

Natsu Dragneel, you aren't a terrorist, a drug dealer, a yakuza member, and you sure as hell aren't a secret undercover agent. He's a normal civilian, and no matter what, Gray vowed he'll get him out of the catastrophe he got himself into, and do it the right way this time.

Kyoto, Japan – 2:00PM

Shower, food, sleep, and anti-stress tablets. Those were crucial after the tedious trip back home that consumed over five hours with Osaka-shin.

Gray refused to show up in his firm like a shit-reeking rat from the sewer system. Instead, he called Gildarts and reported the details of his journey. After the 'Ahs, Ohs, and Okays', Gildarts assured Gray his best man was at it, and worrying was meaningless.

Feels cool having a badass managing director's support. Feels like being a 'VIP'. And he didn't feel like that often.

He also called his mom to request food-making, ready to eat anything, even if it's a rice ball, but she did better: Heartwarming soup, heavenly spaghetti with meatballs, and fresh green salad.

Ooooooh yes.

"Honestly? What a douchebag. You haven't seen the boy in… forever, and that's—what the hell son? What's wrong with you?" She ceased eating after he had told her about their encounter, her dark midnight orbs shooting him a criticizing glare.

"What an amazing best friend you are."

Here we go. She took Natsu's side, rambled on and on about how a low-life he behaved and meh. He was so used to her lectures they didn't faze him anymore.

To avoid the pointless conversation, Gray inhaled the pasta (with the phenomenal basil-flavored sauce), and escaped the dining table, but she pursued him, her bitching filling the corridor leading to the kitchen.

"You insulted him, you doubted his integrity, you accused him of a crime he might have not committed! Tell me, how can anyone apologize for that? No, that's not it. How can anyone be forgiven after that?"

Apologize? Is she insane?

Gray nudged his glasses back with his arm, and continued to wash the plates, tuning her out. Why would he apologize? If Natsu viewed him as the villain, wonderful. Made it easier.

"You aren't listening. Whatever happened between you two, that's in the past. Things are different now, you're different now! You don't have to-"

"-Can you stop? I can't listen to this. I understand you perfectly, so drop it."

"Right-"

"Drop it."

She stomped on his foot and left the kitchen, making irritated 'graaaah!' noises. That old bitch. Every time he assumes he's immune to her physical assault power, she proved him wrong.

A tear slid from his left eye.

"He will never change! Ever since I have known him, he'd do shit because his 'gut' said so. A completely irresponsible fool! And when I help, he's flashing me an absurd attitude!"

"He has every right! How do you think he should react to your bullshit?! Hug you?"

… That would've been nice.

"You wish." She crossed her arms and shook her head.

"I said nothing."

"But you wish."

"Please, the last thing I need is his senselessness rubbing off on me."

"You wish."

That bitch won't stop. He cleaned his glasses before he exited the kitchen.

"I've never understood the reason you always defend him. Is he your son?"

"No, he's not. I'm being fair. I'd like to think he's innocent."

He would like thinking so too. Like the whole thing is a nightmare or a misunderstanding as Natsu said.

Gray checked his phone for time.

05:05PM

Even if he was super ready to give up himself to sleep, the engine in his head won't shut down. How can it shut down, knowing Natsu is arrested? Did Natsu have any sleep? Did he eat? He would definitely need a shower. How are they treating him?

'He hates me, shit.'

Gray was beat staying outside the district for one goddamn day. One day. How long will Natsu endure this? Dumbass may put a strong bitchy front, but maybe he's anxious and scared. Natsu should have his own lawyer though. Gray doesn't know, but there was no mentioning of a lawyer.

Why Natsu?

'He freaking hates me.'

With the aid of caffeine, Gray positioned himself in front of his laptop, found the Guinean embassy's website, and started his own research on how to acquire Guinean citizenship. After vigorous digging that digressed in between, he understood the basics.

None of those matched Natsu's case. He pulled at his hair. How the hell does Natsu have two citizenships? Japanese AND Guinean?

He grabbed his phone and dialed a number.

"I was about to call you!"

"Ah… Hibiki-"

"Listen, Natsu has been transferred to Kameda Medical Center!"

"… Come again?" His fingers clutched at the phone. What was this guy saying?

"He has been attacked a while ago—ah, but I was gonna-"

"-Hold on, hold on, what?"

Hibiki interrupted, "Gray, hold, ok?"

Sandbags filled his torn lungs instead of air, and his knees locked. Transferred to a medical center… holy CRAP. Shit! Did he hear those words correct? Moreover, why the fuck didn't he stay in Narita?

This isn't the time to hold! Fucking pick up!

His heart convulsed as he visualized creepy torture-based scenarios which he shortly denied for sanity-keeping purposes. Like what does the word 'attack' entail?

Ur passed by the living room and because his pallid state screamed trouble, she mouthed, 'what's wrong?'

Everything's wrong. His world was crumbling, his blood turned to ice in his veins.

"Natsu… has been attacked at the airport." He was a frozen trembling shell. Although he said those words, they felt foreign on his tongue. As if he wasn't the one who spoke them.

She walked to the guest room he stayed at, "What happened?!"

"I don't freaking know…"

Her hand was on her forehead, then fell to her hips, then rested on her chest, "Oh dear, oh dear… Who are you talking to? How do they know? What do you mean by attacked?"

Gray's negative head shake answered her. He wanted to know, yet, he didn't want to. What if it was serious? Was he shot or something? Was he alive?

"Shit! Come on, come on." Come on!

Hibiki lifted the curse at the right time, because Gray was having a heart attack while entertaining gory images of his friend drowning in his own coppery blood that Gray could smell. "Sorry Gray, it's like a damn buzzing bee nest here."

"Is he alive? Please…"

Ur snatched the phone and raised the volume after switching to speaker mode.

"Calm down, he's fine. He's just fine."

"Oh…" Gray's heart went from triathlon agonized to mini-marathon suffering, "What happened?"

"Forty-five minutes ago, he was a target for an abduction scheme. Anyway, I can't chit-chat now, I need to go-"

"WAIT! Visitors are allowed, right? Which ward is he in?"

"Under these circumstances, you can see him, but you can't talk to him, he's still under strict surveillance, especially now that someone has tried to abduct him."

"Shit… Ah-Ah… Okay-Ah…" Fuck ok, get a grip, "If I get down to Kameda Medical Center, how can I reach him?!"

"Gray, I have to go. When you get there, try your luck, but I don't promise I'll be available."

"Wha-"

He hung up!

Ur grabbed her purple hair filaments and tousled them, groaned, then yelled, "Gather your shit. We're going there right now!"

Narita, Japan – 11:30PM – Narita International Airport (NIA)

Ur and Gray were sometimes silent on the plane, other times in intense discussions, so when they landed at NIA, their stamina proceeded towards a different terminal.

They used an airport taxi for their destination, the KMC. Gray had forgotten to contact Hibiki when he arrived, which was a stupid move he regretted when they reached. The medical center so was freaking huge that it made him lose his inner compass.

Doctors, nurses, patients, they passed by his frozen figure. The spotless green gowns, the smell of sterilizers, and the shoulder brushes assured him he wasn't dreaming.

Ur was asking for details, following the blood red emergency signage, yanking him around like a helpless doll. Hibiki had mentioned Natsu was fine, but define 'fine'. Was he at the brink of death 'fine'? Was he one organ down 'fine'? Was he tortured-only 'fine'?

Gray wanted to ascertain he was 'fine'. But it was tough.

Ur asked for information and when she had it, she called out to Gray who panicked in the middle of sprinting staff. The receptionist at the emergency counter accessed the recent logs and saw Natsu's ID, but refused sharing information since it was a confidential record.

Gray had no choice but calling Hibiki, hoping he'd answer him.

"Have you reached?"

"They are refusing to provide his room number."

"Great, give me the person in charge." Just like Gray, Hibiki's voice was strained.

Gray passed his phone to the receptionist who walked aside to converse with Hibiki. After about ten minutes, she sat and typed on the keyboard, and returned Gray's phone.

She said, "I'll have someone guiding you there. Have a seat."

"Thank you." Gray breathed.

"Please don't call again today. I'll call when I have the chance."

Gray understood Hibiki was pressed and running around doing heroic stuff for the country (If he's that big), but for Gray, Natsu was worth a country that swelled inside him. His calls must have been an inane distraction for Hibiki, though he couldn't help it.

Not when it's Natsu.

"Ah-Okay-"

"Later."

Before proceeding to the patient viewing area, Gray imagined a lost eye, a lost limb, dozens of tubes dangling everywhere.

The petrification of Gray's senses stopped as he saw the pink haired sleeping. Limbs together, eyes where they should be. An oxygen mask was on, below Natsu's right eye, a dark blue bruise bloomed, and a bandage wrapped around his neck. His wrists were red, but… that's it.

Fuck. Fuck. He… looks okay. But what about his internal-vital state?

The touch of cold that has hovered over his insides since Hibiki called the first time, dissolved. It left his body so heavy with relief that he almost toppled forward.

Italian mafia came to his mind. Because Natsu was traveling to Italy? So stupid. Natsu, what on earth have you done? And why on earth would anyone kidnap a dumbass?!

Nothing made sense anymore.

Three men dressed in formal clothes invaded the patient viewing area, claimed they were from the Defense Intelligence agency, and kicked Gray and Ur out nicely with their kind consoling words.

They weren't motivated or energized to spend three hours traveling back to Kyoto, not when Natsu was in that state. They needed to understand the situation, and to ensure he was safe. Because where else was he supposed to be safe, if not in the country's airport, surrounded by officers of the law, tight security, AND surveillance?

They stayed in the hotel adjacent to the medical center until they could see where that fucking nonsense goes.

"Those were… the most stressful hours of my life. More than when you tossed my lucky slippers, and I had to go find them in the waste recycling." Ur said.

Gray grunted taking off his jacket and threw his body on the sofa.

"… So what now?" Ur asked, then drank water, "Shouldn't you take my advice already? What more should happen until you do?"

Gray sighed, holding either side of his head.

Ur sat next to him.

"Fuck… dammit. What the fuck?" Gray then took off the glasses and rubbed his tired eyes, "… Crazy. Dude, Natsu's fucked. First the airport, and now this, man—What the fuck? Like… what's next? He's part of some secret ass organization that wants him dead or something? Shit keeps getting confusing and shit… Man, what the fuck?"

Ur squeezed his shoulder to soothe his worries and dread, "Gray, I'm sure that's not the case… I don't think Natsu has got himself into shit like that. The problem is, how do we know?"

"And Hibiki will kick my ass if I call him again, terrific. No choice but to wait for god knows how long-"

"-OR we do what I told you."

"Ur, just… stop it." Gray breathed, "I don't want a repetition of that mistake. This is crazy, but we sort this one ourselves."

"Then get a freaking lawyer." Ur was irritated, "Just a freaking lawyer. Who are you counting on? Your managing director? You barely know the guy to get him involved, and what if he doesn't succeed?"

Gray stood, "I don't know, he… gave me hope. And I know Hibiki has his ways to handle-"

"-If it's about the money, screw it-"

"-It's not about the money. No." Gray put on his glasses, "It was never about the money. From the looks of it, Hibiki is a reliable person. And-"

Natsu's image attacked him. Blood stains were on his cheeks, his neck awful and blue, he was broken, and Natsu doesn't get broken easily. How the hell did that happen? Within security boundaries.

"Gray?" Ur called out, "What?"

He rubbed the bridge of his nose, removing his glasses.

"Put the fucker who did this to him in front of me, and I'll kill him with my two bare hands."

The chuckle he heard pressed on his nerves. He glared, but she smiled with teasing in her eyes, "Look at you fussing over your wife. For a while, I thought you didn't care. I was wrong."

He didn't want to deny, nor accept that fact because he worked his heart, brain, and soul so hard to forget about Natsu the past few years, and admitting he cared would waste those extreme efforts.

"Let's try to sleep." She patted his back.

"Yeah, I'm sure it will go well."

Talking to Gildarts Clive was hard because of two things. First, he was busy with a significant client meeting, thus, the bad mood and the tetchy voice. Second, there were other meetings with people more important than Gray's call will ever be in Gildarts's life.

Despite all that, Gildarts gave him half an hour, so he had to be concise. And Gray was good at that.

"Such crazy shit, kiddo. So the kid was ruined, eh? Which medical center was it?" Gildarts asked.

"Kameda medical center. I was thinking of hiring a lawyer because it's getting out of hand and-"

"-Kiddo," Gildarts interjected, "Leave this matter to Hibiki Lates, he'll know what to do. I can understand your anxiety because of the crazy shit, but trust me, you'll get him back."

His mother advised him to hire a lawyer, and yet, this man continued to convince him Hibiki has got it under control… What was he supposed to do?

"Again, if you want to hire a lawyer, It's up to you. But I can't see it doing much for the situation. Your friend is unconscious, so he can't give any statements, Hibiki is working on getting the paper, and as soon as he does, it will be easy getting him out. A lawyer will complicate it further."

He didn't think one day, he had to put faith in this man, "I understand. I'm waiting for a call from Hibiki now."

"I'm sure Hibiki is dealing with a lot, and did a lot, too. Stop whining and if you need days off, tell me first. Your submission got delayed anyway. The client called for another coordination meeting, so there's nothing you can do."

"That's great." He forgot about work a long time back, "Sure… I will." Gray stopped that yawn from breaking out.

"Get some sleep."

Gray would like that, but who was he kidding? How can he sleep when Natsu, a part of him suffered?

The streets buzzed with people as if it wasn't past midnight. At the medical center it was even busier, however, this time, the receptionist recognized him and led him all the way to Natsu's room. Luckily, the Defense Intelligence people had long gone, thus, he could see his friend, but that's it and it wasn't enough.

He was told to observe silently from the viewing window. And what a heart-calming view. Natsu was wide awake with the oxygen mask under his right eye's bruise. The pink haired watched the nurses patching him up, but as soon as he knew of Gray's presence, he froze.

Gray longed to break through the physical barrier between them, run his fingers in the pink hair, touch his eyes, his warm cheeks, his shoulders. He needed that physical assurance he's alive and safe. All he could do was watch Natsu as guilt gathered in his stomach, and tap his clenched fists on the cold window, itching to break it, and to hell with the consequences.

"Man, you too?"

Hibiki Lates interrupted Gray's menacing thoughts.

"Apologies for the trouble. I know you folks have it tough at the airport, and I'm insensitive about it."

Hibiki's hair was a mess. His necktie was loose, the shirt was dangling out of the black pants, and overall, Gray knows that look. The look of a workaholic like himself on busy submission dates. Hmm, busy submission dates or having leave days to witness your friend being battered?

He'd take busy submission dates anytime.

"This case is driving me mad. Did you know he almost got kidnapped here too?"

He was in the sea. The first news was crazy tides thrashing him around, but this? This was a bashing hurricane.

"He's not safe. Not at the airport, neither this fucking medical center." Hibiki creased a foam coffee cup.

"The ones who assaulted him were our own men. I don't know whom to trust. My friend didn't get the paper, and I don't know why, but I think if the goddamned paper ever existed, it'll be giving us a breakthrough."

"He was… again…" Gray's mind was hung up on that segment of information.

"Yes. Moving on, I need Natsu to move somewhere safe. I'll have him moved to my place in complete discretion. Would you like to come as well?"

"You're his good friend after all." Hibiki tossed the foam cup into the trash can. "No one's to be trusted."

To Be Continued...

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