The Colour of Her Eyes
Chapter 6: Lime-green
HE WAS LYING ON his back, covered in blood. He could not move; the excruciating pain rendered him helpless as he looked over towards his would-be murderer.
"Die." The voice was a feather-light and held no restrictions.
He panicked then. He did not want to die right here. He still had to find Igneel. He still had people to protect.
He still had to save her.
"Lucy," he choked out.
(She could not hear him.)
Her whip came down on him mercilessly, causing him to scream in agony. (Her eyes were a cold, cold green. Like an icy lime. Emotionless. Indifferent.) He could feel himself getting dizzy from the pain. He could actually feel his eyes getting close to rolling into the back of his head.
But he would endure it.
(He still had to save her.)
A haughty voice cackled loudly. "Perish by the bloody hands of your nakama, Fire Dragon Slayer! After you die, I shall kill the girl next!"
("...Natsu?")
A wave of hopelessness washed over him in an instant. In his state, there was no way that he could conjure his fire without hurting Lucy in the process. There was no way to break her from the spell without severely injuring her arm.
He just couldn't do it.
("Oiii, Natsu. Are you listening to me?")
After a few minutes, he lay still, fully unconscious.
("Listen... If I die...")
He couldn't save her. He failed.
In that instant, he resigned to his death.
He could feel the dark claws pawing at his soul, intent on bringing him to the afterlife.
("...don't you dare die also for my sake.")
At that moment, Lucy's words from long ago drilled into his subconscious, causing him to gain the strength to open his eyes and stand up in a wobbly manner.
Fire enveloped his whole body, burning all his wounds and mending his weak state. He could feel the strong adrenaline coursing through his veins, ridding him of any fear that he might have.
This was finally his breaking point.
("Promise?")
In a flash, his flaming fist connected with the haughty man's jaw, sending him spiralling into the wall behind him and leaving a huge dent.
("Promise.")
"How dare you hurt Lucy, you bastard!" he roared, beating the crap out of his worst enemy (at the moment).
He did not even notice that the man was unconscious. He just kept on punching him senseless.
Until he felt two warm, soft hands encircle around his waist, preventing him from doing anything further.
"Natsu." Her voice was tired yet gentle. "Stop."
He turned around and met her eyes.
They were her natural brown once more.
He sighed in relief, relaxing completely.
"...I'm sorry," he whispered.
He felt her lips curve from his cheek.
"You never need to say you're sorry, you idiot."
(Because she already knows.)
tbc
A/N: So, it's a more different style of writing this time. We're nearing the end now, guys! Buckle your safety belts! There are only three more chapters to go, and theeeeeen... an epilogue! :)
Sorry for the shortness. I've actually forgotten about this fic for a while, so I decided to wrap things up quickly so as to not discontinue this, thus the messy plot I've weaved starting this chapter.