Summary: Natsu and Gray have been forced to complete a quick simple mission together. That is, until they are attacked, knocked unconscious and forced to be put on auction for slave owners and crazy scientists. Now they have to stick together for support and strength because if they don't, they may never see their Guild again.

Word Count: 2264

A/N: I now have Word! However, there may still be grammar, spelling, and or character errors! And if you could, just let me know what I did wrong, that would be awesome!

Sorry, I'm in a hurry, so next chapter I will respond to reviews! Thanks so much everyone, really! Y'all are amazing!

Warning: Cussing is also in this story! Some blood, but not too much.

Disclaimer: I don't own anyone

His world was screaming in his face. Spit flying out of its mouth and breathe nauseating as Gray's face, and honestly that was really, really revolting. But stepping away from that subject, Natsu felt nothing.

He couldn't feel anything.

A few hours ago it started with him unable to feel his arms, that's where they hooked up the machine. They told him he wouldn't feel a thing. They were right, but that was the problem. He couldn't feel anything.

However, his ears rang with a high pitch squeal and his heart stuttered against his chest. The lights around him blinded him.

And it stopped.

The world came back from its blinding florescent white light and he once again saw people in white lab coats, white hair and white everything, write down on their clipboards muttering to each other.

"Over 1,000 eps," a woman stepped over and pushed her white pen against Natsu's cheek. He felt his head turn in the direction she pushed and something pressed into his ear.

"No, no, do it again." It was the man in the wheelchair that spoke up and rolled over next to Natsu so he could look the Dragon Slayer in the eyes. Mr. Schiff, or asshole (that's what Natsu likes to call this bastard), brings a cigarette to his lips and breaths in deep. It takes a second, but Schiff blows out a large musky cloud of smoke right into Natsu's face, and he raises an eyebrow as Natsu snaps his head away. "He's hiding something." And with that the man rolls away, lips drawn into a thin angered line and eyes as fierce as Erza's. "Do it again."

And with that the white world crumbles away and he's left with a screaming world, bright lights – this time, however, his head hurts and he feels warmth drain down from his nose.

He doesn't know how long time has passed, because first he's in a white vortex that is screaming at him from every direction and the next his chin is resting against his chest and he hears his name being called.

Its Gray, he knows that for a fact because the bastard is standing right in front of him. Not only that but the Ice Princess has a dumbfounded look plastered onto his face.

Natsu raises his head and expects the Ice Mage to shake off whatever he's feeling and jump in to the room like a mad man – but of course he doesn't, that's not Gray. "Gray," he tries to say the name like a warning, because even if the idiot isn't as rash as he is, Gray is Gray. But before the bastard could reply, he disappears behind a wall of white and his world starts screaming again.

It isn't until he blinks the cotton ball like clouds out of his eyes, that he realizes that he's in a different room and the white lab coat people are no where to be seen. Natsu sits up, not knowing what to do at first, his mind dry and confused. He couldn't really think, and his usual thoughts were being blocked by what seemed to be a wall within his mind.

Swinging his legs off of the white bed, Natsu stood and quickly collapsed onto the floor. Despite his arms being out stretched to catch his sudden decent, his forehead harshly clashed against the white tile and he let out a croaked cry. He was surprised to find that his throat was feeling dry and swollen. Not only did his throat hurt, but his muscles felt weak and flabby, as if he'd gone all out in a battle – and lost.

Natsu blinked and forced himself to sit up as his muscles strained and shook against his weight. However, he didn't get far up (maybe an inch off the ground) before an opening slid up and the man in the wheelchair came rolling in, cigarette held between his teeth as he flipped through sheets of paper held in a notebook.

Mr. Schiff looks to the bed and when his eyes don't find Natsu, he looks to the ground and raises a questionable eyebrow at the fallen Mage. "Fell?"

"No, bumbas-" His throat stings and his sentence falls into a fit of coughs.

"Your vocal cords were damaged in the experiment," the asshole mutters and taps his throat with two fingers. "You screamed to much."

Natsu scowls and pushes harshly against the floor, which helps him rest on his hands and knees. He clears his throat and looks harshly at the man in front of him, "…I," he swallows, "never…screamed."

"The experiment isn't supposed to effect your vocal cords, Mr. Natsu." Schiff grabs his cigarette and leans onto his legs, "The experiment is supposed to see how powerful the magic user is, and as for yours, we weren't able to conduct a correct amount. The system became to overwhelmed, not only that, but you also lost focus and we were forced to stop the experiment." Smirking, the scientist opens the folder back up and grabs a piece of paper, and places it in front of Natsu. "Unsurprisingly," Schiff continues as Natsu looks at the paper with little interest, "you had very high results. Before the experiment went to hell, we managed to scrape together an evaluated eps – or Energy Per Second – and you had over 7,000," Schiff pulls back the paper and returns it to its correct place. "However," he brings his cigarette up to his lips and shuts the folder with a smile, "that isn't what I'm here to discuss with you today."

"Oh ya?" Natsu manages to whisper and slowly sits back into a sitting position. "Then…why did'ja come?"

"Well we managed to have Mr. Gray answer a few questions for us, and we have to make sure the information is correct."

Natsu scoffs and shakes his head, looking away from the man. "Your telling me," he clears his throat and swallows, "Ice Princess…ratted me out?"

"Oh yes," Schiff nods and takes in a lung full of cigarette smoke, "and your whole Guild."

Natsu stops and snaps his head over towards the asshole. He has to think twice before he makes himself not believe that statement. "He wouldn't."

"Oh but he has." Schiff blows smoke out of his nose, "he told us willingly, too."

"Shut up," Natsu rasps out and feels his eye light with fury.

"Your name is Natsu Dragneel you live outside of Magnolia Town, with your best friend Happy – who by the way is a flying cat, or better known as a Exceed. You join your Guild in x777," he pauses midsentence and tips his head to the side, "Tell me did you ever find you father?"
Natsu growls and a sudden beeping sound rings around the room, "Shut the hell up"

"Touchy subject?" Schiff mutters a few words and shrugs to himself. "Where was I…? Well, lets continue onto your Guild members, or more specifically – Team Natsu. Fancy name, are you the leader of that powerful team or is it Erza? Obviously it wouldn't be Miss Lucy; she seems too fragile for a leader. Now Mr. Gray didn't answer that question, he just rambled on, happy to fill in the gaps. He did say Miss Lucy would be great leverage for you Mr. Natsu."

"Fuck you," Natsu balled his hands together and his muscles shook from the anger rolling through his system.

"Now wouldn't it be terrible if we were able to capture Miss Lucy and bring her here?" Schiff chuckled to himself, "and if we killed her?"

Natsu growled, his heart picking up its pace and his pupils dilated. Somewhere the beeping started to fall into a long whine.

Schiff nodded and smothered his cigarette using his armrest. Flicking the cigarette butt away, he rolled forward and cupped his chin, "another touchy subject." Sitting up straight, he nodded once more and turned for the door. "Gray Fullbuster told us everything, Mr. Natsu, everything he knows, we know. " With that he rolled out the door and another larger man replaced him, only he didn't talk as much.

The man stepped forward, holding a white tray that held a glass of water and a cup of white rice. He nodded at Natsu who clenched the white sheets and placed the tray on the bed. Then he turned to leave.

"Hey," Natsu shouted and his voice was powerful enough to get the man's attention. "I need to…" clearing his throat, Natsu forced his voice to stay strong, "see, Gray Fullbuster."

The man just scoffed and he left Natsu in the white room.

Natsu sat cross-legged on his bed, picking at his fingernails and humming a song he has recently heard. He had finished the rice, smelling it twice to make sure it wasn't drugged, and he could feel his strength slowly returning. They had left him alone for some time, leaving him alone with his own thoughts.

He thought about Happy, Lucy, Erza, and refrained from thinking about Gray, not knowing if the Ice Mage had really told them everything, or if they had found it out somehow. He tried to tell himself that Gray would never do such a thing, but then he remembered the bastard betraying them a while back – but even then he had a reason to.

He forced his mind away from that subject once more and found himself looking around the white room. He expected his 'owner' to interact with him, but he hasn't even come close to Natsu since he was forced away from Gray.

"I didn't mean to," a voice whispered into the silent room.

Natsu looked up and saw nothing; no one was standing in the white room with him. He shrugged lightly to himself, passing off the voice as a random thought.

After a few minutes of picking at his nails, Natsu started to become impatient. He sighed and swung his legs over the white mattress and walked around the room. Natsu's steps fell into a slow tap tap rhythm as his hands found their way up towards his neck and picked mindlessly at the thick metal collar. He found himself wondering what color the object was, he hoped it wasn't white; he was sick and tired of white.

White clothing.

White hair.

White walls.

White bed.

White everything.

He was sick of it.

"M-My dad…" A voice cracked around the white room and Natsu stopped. "I just want to find my dad." He turned quickly. No one was in the room with him. So he turned toward a wall and pounded onto the wall that he hoped was the one that led him out of here. His fist clashed against the wall and he shouted into the air, hoping someone was monitoring him.

"Hey!" His voice cracked and barely reached a shouting level. "Stop speaking into my room like a little kid!" He stepped back and threw his head into the air and clenched his fists at the side, "If you wanna say somethin' to me, then say it!" But no one replied to his retort and Natsu felt stupid.

"He left without saying anything," the voice spoke again. This time Natsu was able to turn in time to see a glimpse of the color salmon before he realized he was just seeing thing.

"Damn," he cursed and stuck his finger into his ear. Nothing came out except some wax and Natsu growled as he wiped his finger onto his shirt.

"He wasn't there when I needed him," the voice whimpered again. The room around him became unexpectedly warm and before Natsu could react a boy's form flickered into view. The boy is small; both eyes shut, with tears streaming down faster then an overflowing river. The boy digs a fist-clenched arm across his face and snot clings onto the skin. The little boy looks up, his eyes a puffy pink under his eyelids, and the kid throws his hands onto his legs. "I just want to see him!" The boy shakes his head, making his pink hair sway, "He left me-" The form flickered and before Natsu could react, a scream shattered his ear drums and he quickly placed his hands over his ears. The room beneath his feet shook, and with another screech, Natsu forced his eyes shut.

Something warm splattered onto his face, making him flinch.

It was quiet.

Slowly, Natsu let his eyes crack open.

The room wasn't white anymore, it was red, ungodly red. It was drenched in splotches of what seemed like blood, it ran down the wall in a slow fashion. Natsu looked around, his breath seizing in his throat. His eyes trailed over the walls and onto the floor. He found tiny footprints, painted in red, standing silently in the middle of his room. Natsu took a pained shuttering breath and felt his limbs shake suddenly, as if his weight was all of a sudden too much. He looked away from the footprints then glanced down towards his form and found the same colored splotches drenching his white clothes.

"Natsu-san!" A voice danced into the room. This time Natsu didn't see a flickering form of his former self, this time, Natsu found the man that bought him. His 'owner' smiled sweetly and stepped into the room, "If you would be so kind and follow me, my dear, Natsu-san!"

Natsu paid no respect towards this man and looked back towards the middle of the room, but there were no footprints painted red – there were no splotches of blood.

There was just white.

A room of white.

A/N: Just to let you all know this is a form of…erm how do I say, torture? Its called White Torture, where they leave their victim in a white room and let their mind fester – this could end very badly if they do not interrupt their victim. The fun part about this is anything in this chapter could be real or not – I'll let you figure it out! Thanks so much!

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