Nyahahahahahaha. I've been getting alot of questions as to where the fudge Natsu was during the past... three-ish chapters or so... well the answer too that is... I... really don't know. *Brace for impact* -.- -.o o.o okay, good. no angry fan-girls. So. . . . . yeah... let us see what the mystic 8-ball of my mind has to answer on the subject, shall we? *shaky shaky shaky shaky* *clickity clackity clickity* ... *Dramatic Pause*...
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Well that's surprising... Hehe... have fun.
Natsu sniffed once again, displeased at the nasally sound it made. "Ow muh longa will I be like 'dis, Wendy?" He heard the girl sigh and chuckle. "I already told you five minutes ago, Natsu-san. With your metabolism and if you take your meds, you should nip this little cold in the bud in no time at all."
"And ow long is dat, exactly?" He asked, dubiously. "Dis no time at all a your's just seems like a fancy way ta say longa dan you wanna admit. Am I right?" Wendy sighed again, the curtain around him rustling as she pulled it aside. "Just rest, Natsu-san. I'll go see if Lucy-san is back yet, maybe she'll keep you company, hm?" The pink haired man smiled at the suggestion of the blonde.
"Of course," Wendy then added, a hint of mischief in her voice. "That might be a bad idea after all. You don't want to get Lucy-san sick too, do you? Hm," She paused to think before continuing with a laugh in her voice. "I guess you'll just have to save the PDA for another day, hm, Natsu-san?" Natsu could just imagine the huge smirk on her face as the curtain fluttered, signalling the girl's exit.
He'd been sick for a bit now. A cold, they called it. Honestly, the awesomness of Natsu Dragneel felled by a simple cold? Gray had laughed his ass off. The sick man sighed as he snuggled deeper into the infirmary bed. He hated the infirmary. It reeked of sterilized... things. And cleaners and stuff. He hated it.
It reminded him of his mother.
"Natsu?" A white haired woman called as she entered the playroom, her hands on her hips in mock anger. "Where did you go, you slippery little snake?" Her voice was warm and soft, loving and lovely. Today it was filled with mock anger, matching her stance. She knew the small boy was crouched beneath the art table, but she had given the bait. All that was left was for the fish to bite.
And bite he did.
"I'm no snake!" He shouted as his wild pink locks stuck out from beneath the table. "I'm a dragon! How many times do I have to tell you, Mom? I'm a dragon! Not a lizard, or a snake, or even a newt." He shivered. "Witches use newts for magic potions, anyways. That's what the books say. I don't wanna be a magic potion."
The white haired woman chuckled at this and scooped the young boy into her arms. "We wouldn't want that, now would we? Don't worry my little newt, I'll fight off any witches that try to take your eyes for potions." She giggled lightly.
"Moooooom!" He drawled, "I told I'm a dragon. Dra. Gon."
"Yes, yes," She agreed. "My precious little dragon."
That same pink haired child, now years older, peered through the crack in the door to watch his mother as she tore into the latest letter from the army. They were letters from his dad, stationed near the war zone in a country he couldn't pronounce. Usually her eyes would light up and fill with tears whenever they set upon those first few words or lines.
He watched as they filled with tears, but didn't light up. Instead she screamed and he rushed into the room.
She clutched the letter in a vise grip, her falling tears threatening to smear the ink. He held her tight, tracing circles on her quivering back. He managed to soothe the letter from her hands and smooth the wrinkles from the thick parchment. Once his mother was set to bed, her face still screwed in grief, he read it's contents.
We regret to inform you that Staff Sargent Igneel Dragneel has been declared missing in action.
That one sentence brought his whole world down, his mother's as well. Years went by without news of his return or discovery and with each passing one his mother fell deeper into her grief. She became sick, and was soon admitted into the local hospital. And... before her son's Junior year of highschool...
"Natsu, my little dragon."
She died.
"Stay strong."
Just a little tid-bit on Natsu's end... I wanted to add more but I found that to be a fitting end for this chapter. More of a bonus type deal thing. I fixed the chapter before this in case you were unaware.
So whoo! I got my plastic-i-fied permit in the mail today. Still not happy about driving though. DOn't like it. One. bit.
Too lazy to turn the italicizer thinger ma jigger off. So this A/N is in italicizes. Nyahahahahaha (%) Karma! I don't know.
I need 78 more words as of the second I typed 78 to reach 1,000 words... short chapter. so I'm rambling now. lalalalalala la la la la la l ala lalala ala all aloalikfh hf jfwauifh fo;iif n ifoifoldkv aoifaif ko;joigog fjijva kd i oiv ... that is how you ramble. nya ha ha ha ha h ah ah ah aha ha ha ha ... ha.
Just... Eleven... more... words... I... can't... make... it... in... time... YAY!