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Sorry 'bout updating so late I planned on getting this up quicker... But, I have returned now with more poorly written things! But this specific poorly written thing has a name!
It is...
The Scars Tale Chapter 2 (Awesome name right?)
A Week later ~
"Magnolia Is Changing Into Gildarts Shift. All The Townspeople Quickly-"
As the alarms sounded a seemingly lone man marched down the alley surrounded by suddenly raised, but protected houses. The man assumed as Gildarts looked up at the building that the one path leaded to, sighed and gently rearranged the sack he had on his shoulder. If he listened carefully he could here the excited shouts of his Fairy Tail friends awaiting his return. Gildarts glanced down worriedly at the object on his shoulder and decided to pick up his pace. Nearly jogging his heavy black cape captured the breeze and lifted it to the high stature of the man who wears it.
Grinning in relief as the building got bigger and bigger he started jogging up the place he can call home. Within 6 paces of the guild his grin dropped relief at the same time his brows furrowed in confusion.
"-OME CLOTHES YOU LAZY STRIPPER!"
Ducking into a crouch Gildarts managed to dodge the object that was seemingly lobbed at his head. Straightening back up, he kept walking and ignored it, he didn't even need to look to know who it was, when Erza and Mira shout simultaneously, it's always Gray.
Stepping over the threshold of the guild he was met with greetings of;
"Welcome back!"
"Erza, did you have ta throw me that hard?"
"How was the mission?"
And other variations of the first came at him from the scattered people around the guild. Smiling at them he looked around assessing the changes in every face he passed by while searching for the Master, Makarov.
"Yeah, been a while, guys." He said offhandedly. Finally after walking around the cluster of 'Gildarts Welcomers' he found the person he was looking for sitting at the bar grinning, eyes closed as a greeting of sorts.
"Ah, there you are, Master... The mission was a success, sorry it took so long coming back, got, uh, side-tracked in the forest..." He shuffled the thing on his shoulder again, and made a motion to Makarov for him to follow, as he walked away.
"Have you restocked the bandages?"
Confusion evident in his voice he responded, "Yes, I made a trip to Porlyusica last week..."
Stalking into the medical bay, Gildarts placed the oddly shaped weight on a bed, proceeded to walk off to a closet, grunting as he pulled the stubborn door nearly off its hinges.
While Gildarts was grumbling about 'paying for a new door' and 'stupid squirrels', Makarov blinked and watched the item the younger man had laid on the hospital like bed. It hadn't moved, a good thing in his opinion, but bad in Gildarts', it seems to be worrying him...
I wonder what's in there...Makarov thought. Glancing up at the Crash user he carefully began to tread across the pale blue tiled floor, after every couple step he'd look to the man on a quest for bandages. Feet barely making a noise as he tapped closer and closer to the object of his attention, grinning like a boy in a candy store, reaching in front of him, he gripped the cloth and-
"What are you doing?"
Ducking back Makarov lowered his head in shame, and slight embarrassment at being caught. I feel like a scolded child... He made a face, Heck, I'm acting like a scolded child...
After giving Master an odd look he shook his head, and gently peeled the jacket off of the thing that Makarov could now identify as a child, a child that looks strikingly familiar.
Walking a couple feet to the head of the bed he studied the boy, unnatural salmon colored hair, eyelids closed on green eyes, scaly scarf, and a face set in unconscious confident determination, that the older man had only seen once before on a boy with Dragon Slayer magic. Gildarts watched his mentor carefully, gaining a confused expression himself as Makarov's face took on a look of surprise and remembrance.
"Do you know this kid?" He asked while turning back to the boy with a newly opened package of bandages.
Ignoring the question, he asked one himself, "How did this happen?" Makarov glanced at the boy rating the severity of his wounds, "It looks as if you had used Crash on him..."
Silence and a slight tilt down of Gildarts' head was the only response.
"Gildarts, did you use your magic on him?" His tone had dropped slightly, to a more reprimanding and commanding one. "Gildarts..."
Squirming a bit, he started to babble, "It's kind of funny...you see, there was this squirrel, and..." after about five minutes of almost incoherent ramblings, Makarov had managed to piece together that it was an accident, which of course, he already knew...Gildarts wasn't one for attacking children, and that that was a squirrel involved somehow.
"Okay, okay, can you just explain what happened from the beginning..." Makarov paused, "Maybe a bit more structurally sound this time." He added as an afterthought.
Nodding sheepishly, Gildarts began, "Well, you see, it all started when I took a shortcut through East Forest, and got a bit...distracted...
30 minutes ago...
"What on Earth are you doing?"
Grinning, as his cheeks tinted pink, he answered, "Hmm, well, uh, just hanging..."
Cocking his head to a side whilst smiling at the boy, "Willingly?"
Grin fading, he glared at the stranger. Pouting he tried to look at his feet, which proved to be more difficult than he originally thought it would be when dangling upside down. After a sigh, he glanced around, not getting to look very far, he started to blow on the scarf now blocking the whole right half of his face. Mildly frustrated that the obstruction wasn't moving the pink haired child began whipping his head around in hopes that it would solve his problem.
Gildarts watched, amused, letting out an inaudible chuckle every now and then at the boys expense. Within the first couple seconds of shaking his head he threw a tantrum and thrashed around, of which only succeeded in getting a laugh and a breathing mask made of an unusually clean fabric in the form a a scarf.
Natsu stared at the man, observing him in silence. What is he laughing about? Thought the boy, knowing and ignoring the fact that it was him Gildarts was laughing at.
Deciding it was time to get down, he asked, "Eh wiffle helf?" His words muffled dully, finding the normally easy process of burning the rope to be challenging.
Need some fire soon... Natsu thought furrowing his brow as he tried yet again to engorge the trap in flame. Rapidly ripping his body to the sides again, he had yet to cease the irritable itch that resurfaces in the areas of empty fueled attempts at the slightest raise of temperature.
"Hm?" Gildarts blinked at the glaring boy, "Oh, right, sorry." He reached out and started plucking at the knots.
Currently his attention was unknowingly being split, ¼ on not blowing up the surrounding area, ¼ on untying the salmon haired child, and the other half on a rather strange looking squirrel that had yet to leave his line of sight.
Natsu could gradually feel the pressure of the older mans power building.
1/6...
"Umm..." Not entirely knowing how to phrase his observation, he paused, and began thinking.
1/10...
Happily ignorant to the slight fear Natsu was showing, he also managed to put off the slight circling wind that only hit him, and only swiped at his clothes.
0/0...
Following the explosion, Gildarts' confused 'Huh?' echoed in the brush.
...and that's what happened."
Sighing Makarov wiped his hand down his face, and muttered, "I thought I told you to be careful..."
Lowering his head once more, he lightly tapped the bandages he wrapped around the boys leg, which had rope burn, and newly placed ointment on it.
Looking up a few moments later, he said, "Oh, you didn't answer my question...You know this kid? 'Cause I never got his name."
Glancing at Natsu's slightly pained face he sighed, and said, "Yeah, I know the kid...His name is Natsu, and he's a mage too."
Looking up curiously Gildarts murmured, "Really, didn't seem like it..." he paused, and asked, "What's he do?"
"Well, it's certainly one of the strongest I've seen in a while..." Hopping off of the chair he was seated in, he began to pace, "The type is undeniable, but how he acquired it is my question..."
"Well, before that, can you answer my question?"
The slight shuffling of the body in the bed went unnoticed by the two men in the room.
"Dragon's lungs spew flames, its scales melt flames, and its nails are dressed in flames. This is an ancient spell that converts the body to a dragon's constitution... It's originally Dragon Interception Magic...Dragon Slayer..." Makarov recited, after recalling a passage in a book on Lost Magics.
Looking at the old man Natsu sat up and rubbed his eyes much like he did when they had first met.
Still unaware of the patients awakening, Gildarts gaped at the Guildmaster, "But, what, how? Dragons are extinct aren't they?" He sputtered.
Offended, Natsu glared at the orange haired man and yelled, "Baka!" In his anger he snarled, bared his fangs and growled, "Igneel is real! He taught me my magic!"
Makarov eye widened in surprise, not only had he woken up fairly fast from the force of Gildarts' Crash magic, but he also reacted more hostile than he thought possible for the usually bubbly boy.
Unfazed by the boys threatening stance Gildarts proceeded to ask where the said dragon was, and if he was even telling the truth about his magic. Purposely making him even more mad, he questioned...
"Aren't you too young to know that magic anyway?"
He was acting childish and he knew it, but it was a hard concept to wrap your head around...A child knowing the ancient Dragon magic, it was even more unbelievable considering the fact that there haven't been any known mage in possession of this power in centuries.
Oh, and there was one thing he always thought didn't make any sense...
"Don't you think it's rather dumb of the Dragon to teach someone how to kill him?"
And that did it...
His body, seemingly ignoring the lack of fire consumed recently, shook and burst into eerily controlled flame. Glaring at the man with hardened green eyes, he scorched the blanket and bandages, yet strangely leaving the clothing unharmed.
Gildarts realized a little too late that he had pushed all of this kids buttons...that he had said all of the wrong things in less than 2 minutes in the boys company...
Now he has to face the rage of Dragon Slayer, Natsu Dragneel
Walking to the door, Makarov grumbled, "I told you to watch yourself..."
~ Still To Be Continued ~
All done!
...Fer now that is... Anyway! Sorry for any screw ups! I wrote this at different intervals, so things might have gotten messy...
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As for Natsu being an idiot I just think its a facade, not entirely an act, but not his 'Full Potential of Happiness' as I call it...cuz as we all know, Natsu has been through a ton of bad stuff he doesn't deserve and people tend to treat him as if he doesn't know what unhappy, and sad feelings are...So, I am embracing the other side of him.
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