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: 1432
Review Responds:
AppleCiderr- Well I don't plan on making this a torture story – although it does seem like it is going that way…Mainly I'm aiming to dig into the characters and see how far I can stretch them and see if I can get them to snap back into place with scars and bruises but also intact…ya that doesn't sound good either…
PokeTail- Me? Kill? When have I ever…don't answer that….Oh and hopefully this came out before that last chapter ate you alive ^^
Anniegirl132- I don't plan on Gray to go that far, I'm mainly going for him to lose all hope in everything but still fight for what he's lost – but at the same time become confused about himself, make him wonder who he really is! As for Natsu…that's a different story
AsDarknessSpreads- He may be free, but I don't think he'll figure it out until it's to late *skips away
IcePrinceRay- NO! EVERYONE IS DEAD! Did I scare you? I don't think so but I laughed my ass off when I typed that xD – and hey don't worry a new chapter that has another kinda cliffhanger…again :D
SashaMonroe- hey thanks I worked hard on it, I'm glad to know that it was fun – hopefully I can type another one like that soon (a chapter like that should come out soon, after I finish a few needed ideas to come out on paper for the boy's to go through…) Oh the life of a fanfiction writer
Foxpaw101- Thanks so much! I hope this short chapter fills that cup! ONWARDS!
NovaTheHedgehog7500- I'm glad I'm going down the right route for this story – if I stray please let me know! I don't plan to go down the route where the boys find a random nice lady who helps them escape yada – yada – yada
Yuki Loxar- I'm trying to go with a basic idea that everything is white – but I do have a plan soon that will be…not white? That came out wrong but you'll get what I mean when we get there. And yes a double update! I plan on having another chapter out tomorrow or 2 days from now! As for the Guild, I don't plan on writing any of them until the very last. Mainly this story is about Natsu and Gray going through this and "trying" to escape.
Sapphire131- UPDATED! And another one shall be on it's way soon!
Just Me- Yesterday has passed and tomorrow is on it's way that is why they call it a present (did I get that right? I tried sounding open? Eh idk) also…here ya are! :D
xXxrouxXx- COOL! I love demon Gray and wished Hiro expanded upon it (I still hope he does). Oh and another update is on it's way within 1 or 2 days
cristallina- Thanks! Another chapter should be on its way
HerBrokenSmile- Ohh I loved writing this chapter it was insanely fun ^-^ I hope you liked it as much as I hope you will
A/N: As warned before, this chapter is short, the next one should be longer (no promises though – I know what I'm going to write but I haven't written it yet). But the question is…will it go back to Natsu? *lightning crashes in the background!
Warning: cussing is in here (obviously) OH! Blood, not to much, some spelling errors if I didn't catch them
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone (and if I did I would have left Gray evil for a little bit)
He can't remember anything.
From time to time he remembers fighting with someone who was warm – but ungodly annoying.
He's had a feeling of being cold most of his life and it isn't cold cold…but more of a feeling of being lonely, distant and selfish. Then he remembers a time when the world he grew up in – one that was destroyed and had no meaning – turned into warmth and love.
He wants that feeling back.
He wants to be warm again.
But now he's trapped in a world much colder than it ever had been before. But its not only cold, it's blistering hot and he wants to get away from it all. He feels the heat creeping towards him, nails digging into his soul and then leaving behind nothing but cold that can only be described as a painful emptiness.
He manages to open his eyes, which seem to be sewed shut, but he feels whatever kept them shut cracks under the pressure. He looks around, brain in a twitching frenzy, and he sees ice everywhere. The ice is sharp, stuck out in every direction only to end in a harsh pointed end. He finally moves his head but its stuck and he calmly wonders why.
His eyes come upon a bubbled area in the wall; it's rounded in some areas and in the next its dug inwards. He takes this time to reach forward, but his arms are stuck too. He then understands why, his body is molded into the wall, carved into the white plaster with this ice.
He blinks then the ice is gone, carried into the air by a gentle gust of mist. He sits up, noticing that his hands were dug into his hair. He looks down and his arms are black as the night sky, only to have cracks here and there that shine a bright blue from underneath his skin. He doesn't think much of it. He stands and takes a step forward; the sharp spikes of ice fades away from his footing and evaporates. He moves towards the bubbled area and reaches forward; he stops when the ice doesn't recede and his hands stings with warmth. He frowns and he feels his features crack away the ice that has lain upon his skin. Trying once more, he reaches forward and the ice slowly, reluctantly, breaks away to reveal a shoulder that is covered in a weird red marking. His eye twitches as he continues to stare forward, and he reaches towards the symbol.
His world explodes into flashes and images. He stumbles backwards, blinking rapidly, and he feels the room grow warm. He begins to remember and it's painful. He knows now why the ice disappears when he needs it to. He knows why he was cradling his head when he woke.
He knows what's under the bubbled ice.
"Oh my God," his voice is like nails on a chalkboard, but he doesn't care much for that right now. He rushes forward and his fingers ram into the ice and it cracks, lines like lightning flashing across the solid bubble. "Natsu!" He cries and rips chucks of ice and flings them into the air. He's frantically digging into the ice surrounding his friend and for some ungodly reason; the ice tries to trap Natsu – resisting Gray's efforts. "Damn it!" He screams and his fists slam into the ice and the room's air sucks in the silence and one second later, the world explodes. Gray is pushed back in a gust of warm air and sharp pieces of ice fly past him. He rolls over his back and the ice underneath him digs into his skin. He stops tumbling over himself and he scrambles to his arms and legs. He looks up and notices the ice had disappears and all that remains around Natsu is a cold cloud that clings to the floor.
"Natsu?" He asks and his voice is now starting to get on his nerves. He doesn't sound like himself, in fact he sounds like his voice has gone through a paper shredder and then into a pot of boiling lava. He sounds different to say the least. He looks different too, his skin is dark and cracked with glowing blue glow sticks underneath. He doesn't like what happened to him – he's not himself…what is he?
"Natsu?" He asks once more and gets no response from the Dragon Slayer who, by the way, should never be cold. He stands, his legs suddenly shaking underneath his weight. "C'mon," Gray's odd voice quivers under the pressure that has presented itself in the last few seconds. "Wake up, jackass." He takes a few steps forward and stops. His arms are now trembling and he can't stop himself. He can't face the fact that his friend may be dead because of him. He was supposed to save Natsu from death by taking that shot of whatever the fuck that shit was. He was supposed to save Natsu, damn it. But now…now Natsu may be dead because of his stupid foolishness. He steps forward, knowing he needs to know. He needs to know if he killed his friend – his best friend, actually, and not only that…but his brother. If he killed Natsu his teammate, his best friend, his brother – he may never be all right again.
He finally makes it to Natsu's side, and he kneels down disturbing the light mist that had surrounded Natsu since he broke free from Gray's ice. Natsu is slumped to the ground one hand lazily curled around his side — that, by the way is frozen with blood — and the other is left to drape onto the ground. His head is turned to the side, pink hair covering his face in what seems like an attempt to shield Gray from Natsu's sight. He reaches forward, hand shaking – he can't stop it (he hopes this isn't a reoccurring theme). His hand slowly moves toward Natsu's neck to check for a pulse. Once his fingers land on Natsu's neck, his friend's skin freezes, iced covered hands racing across his friends skin. He pulls back in fright, as if he'd been shocked, and he falls backwards his hands trying to get as far away from his best friend as possible.
Gray feels his back hit the once ice covered wall and he sits there, eyes wide and heart racing. He can't see if Natsu is alive – because his chest isn't moving to indicate he's breathing. He probably killed Natsu.
He sits there watching Natsu, willing a puff of warm air to extract from Natsu. Nothing happens, shit...nothing happens. Gray can't process what's going on – he can't think what to do, his brain is frozen.
He remembers the room being on fire before he blacked out. He remembers Natsu burning his skin. He remembers the world burning him alive.
But now he's confortable, the world is nice and – normal.
But its not normal – Natsu is dead – dead, dead, dead, dead!
Because of him.
Because of him.
"You killed my prize!" Someone shouts and he soon notices it's his damn 'owner'. He stalks forward, a large coat placed over him along with an odd looking hat. "Damn Dorei," Shiro walks over towards Natsu's corps and feels for a pulse. He stands suddenly, his eyes rolling as he shakes his head. "Now," he throws his hands into the air, "now I have to get a new Dragon Slayer, all because you had to play hero!"
Gray growls, it sounds dark and dangerous. "Bastard," he snaps and digs his nails into the white ice covered wall, pulling himself up.
Shiro blinks and seems surprised at the voice change, "My someone took some steroids."
"Get out!" Gray snaps and the room shakes.
"Hm," His owner raises an eyebrow, "what if I don't?"
Gray feels his mind break – his head snaps to the side and suddenly, he can only see out of one eye. "Get out!" The world shakes again, this time however, ice as dark as his skin shoots out of the ground and travel quickly towards his 'owner'. Shiro quickly jumps back with a snap of his fingers, and a sudden eruption throws Gray off of his feet crashing into the wall behind. Gray looks up, recovering quickly only to find the room deserted of any living and lifeless forms. He snarled – he doesn't know why – and feels a warm substance rushing down his cheek. Reaching up, Gray watches as blood drips down from his finger and onto the floor – freezing instantly.
A/N: Alright! Next chapter should be out in 1 or 2 day's, unless something comes up! Thanks for reading
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