I love this quote
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To Kill A Mockingbird
"Real courage is when you know you're licked before you begin, but you begin anyway and see it through no matter what."
― Harper Lee, To Kill a Mockingbird
Lucy didn't say anything more until Natsu set her down so they could make camp in a clearing that was, hopefully, really far away from any pursuing dragons. She'd had just about enough of those for the day thanks.
At least they still had all the travel supplies Jura had given them. Natsu had brought the pack with him for reasons he wouldn't explain, but she was very grateful for now. And they were camped in the middle of an old pine forest, which meant plenty of fuel for a fire.
Hilariously, Natsu was too tired after all his fire aided running to actually ignite it, so she did it the human way. Mercifully, these people had invented matches, so she didn't have to try and figure out how to do it with a flint and steel. It was almost comical though watching Natsu's expression as she built and lit the fire. It was as if he was seeing the most amazing magic ever.
Perhaps he was. To her it was just a skill her father had taught her back when they used to light fires in the fire pit and stare up at the stars or tell stories. But maybe to a fire dragon being able to make fire without magic was amazing?
She mentally shrugged a little. She wasn't too concerned about finding out. Asking would probably get one of Natsu's patented smart ass answers, and start an argument. Or at least annoy her. And the quiet between them they had now was a nice change of pace.
So she quietly built up the fire until it was tall and bright and just a little too hot for her taste, "Okay. Eat up." She told him, a small smile curling her lips, "I'm sure you're hungry after all that running."
Natsu gave her a drowsy look, his brain clearly not operating at maximum efficiency. But his blinks came in a bit slowly as he slowly seemed to understand what she was saying.
"Huh?" His brows furrowed and he glanced at the pit, "What, you mean the fire? Don't you need it to cook whatever is in that stupid pack?"
He glanced back towards the snow ladened trees, "Besides, it's too cold for a human to survive out here." They had attempted to head back north, and as a result had ended back in more snowy temperatures.
They were still in dragon territory, which Natsu was hesitant about lingering in, but it also meant they were close on the boundary of his territory.
The iron dragon.
Natsu had only seen him a handful of times before. Metal scales glinting on the battlefield of the Celestial War. But he was like Natsu.
A freak to the core.
So he couldn't help but feel a sort of kinship with the other dragon, despite the fact they had only ever barked out a few snarling insults at one another in the past.
They stayed out of one another's territory, and that kept an easy peace between them.
Still, Natsu was getting anxious. They were getting closer and closer to that dragon's boundary lines, almost as if they were being herded there.
Still, even the shelter of the trees wouldn't hide them forever. They were going to be caught if they stayed put.
And no matter what flimsy jacket that was gifted to her by Gray was over her shoulders, she was going to turn into a Lucy sized popsicle tonight for sure.
Lucy took a moment to look genuinely surprised before a smile relaxed her face. She always seemed to get that really strange look on her face right before she did something super weird.
"Come on Natsu, don't be proud," She pulled a wooden log from the fire and held the crackling branch out to him. Natsu's heart jumped into his throat and a flood of fresh saliva saturated his mouth. Hunger growled in his stomach and he couldn't help but stare longingly at the tantalizing flame.
"You can make a new fire once you consume this. Besides, even if you decide not to, I can just build another one," Lucy wiggled the branch, sending a small shower of red hot ashes from the tip of the torch.
The ashes glowed bright red as they burned through the snow, and Natsu swallowed reluctantly.
Once again, he was confused over Lucy's motivations over handing him this torch. She built it with the sole purpose of feeding him? Not to mention stoking a fire to life, which was impressive all by itself. Natsu hadn't thought her dainty little hands even knew how to do something that looked so labor intensive.
And here she was, just carelessly giving him the flame she had so carefully fought to cultivate?
"You really want to give me your fire?" He asked, his eyes practically locked on the fiery branch, "Why?"
Lucy stared at him in some surprise, "Because you need to eat?" She asked, confused why this was such a big deal for him, "And since you eat fire whenever you can I figured this would be a good thing?"
Natsu wrenched his eyes from the flames to Lucy and realized that she really didn't understand. She didn't understand the kind of gift it really was, or what it meant to give it to a dragon.
Maybe that meant she didn't have an ulterior motive?
There was a large part screaming at him that he was wrong. There was always an ulterior motive. It was the part of him that hated her, and intended to kill her as soon as the bond came undone. But a smaller, quieter, part of him remembered their previous conversations, and warily raised its head.
"You created that fire Lucy." He told her, his eyes intent on hers, "You built it when you have no fire magic. It's special. And you just want to let me eat it?"
He couldn't really help the incredulity that crept into his tone. It seemed ludicrous. But at least spelling it out for her like that had understanding dawn on her face. At least a little.
For her part, Lucy could practically feel the 'why?' from him as he spoke, and she eyed him back steadily, "Yes." She replied calmly, and her expression gentled a little, "Just...think of it as a different kind of cooking okay? It serves the same purpose, and there's plenty of resources to make more."
Natsu's gaze followed the sweeping flame. He didn't understand her, but he supposed there was no harm in trying it out if she was offering.
He didn't sense any ulterior motives coming from her. Hesitantly, he reached out and grasped the torch. Natsu's eyes were intent on her, trying to sense any signs of deception in those large, brown eyes.
His fingers brushed against the open part of her palm. A small spark burst from the gentle contact, and Natsu felt the strange surge all the way up his arm.
Trying not to jolt backwards, Natsu just sank backwards to rest his weight onto his heels. He turned the torch over in his hand and without pause or ceremony, he sank his teeth into the flame.
It was delicious.
In seconds he was hungrily gobbling up the flame, happy over how hot Lucy had stoked it.
Once he was finished, he gave the empty fire pit a look, and reignited it. There wasn't much he could do to stave off the cold weather, but at the very least he could at least repay her for the flame.
It would leave a bad taste in his mouth if he just left it at that.
Lucy smiled gratefully at him and began rummaging around in the pack for something to cook, unaware that they were being watched.
Just beyond the tree line crouched a burly figure, cloaked in shadows and with long hair tied away from a severe looking face. It fell down his back in heavy locks, a headband keeping his bangs from falling into his eyes.
Their watcher was intrigued by what he was witnessing. The fire brat was keeping company with a human and not actively trying to kill her. That was quite a development from the last he'd heard. Maybe blondie was the one it was rumored Natsu had been bound to?
There was a high probability of that.
Though he was more curious about what they were doing, and how they'd gotten here. He'd stumbled across them by pure chance while he was patrolling his territory, not trusting those scaled bastards from the brat's old nest to honor the boundary.
They'd attempted to raid his territory before. More than once. They'd thought he would be easy to defeat because of his background. They'd eventually learned that he was a drake in his own right, and not to be trifled with.
Ordinarily, seeing them so close to breaching it themselves would have him snarling a challenge at Natsu. But seeing him with a human girl had him curious. What was he playing at? And why would he bring the girl into this area?
It didn't make sense given Natsu's legendary hatred of his old nest.
A hatred he well understood.
Unfortunately, he wasn't getting his answers staying where he was and listening in on them. It looked like he'd have to approach them. He grinned toothily as he leapt off the branch he'd been perched on and began closing in, though not directly. He was curious about the woman, and wanted to see what he could find out before he strode into their crude camp.
So he stopped just out of Natsu's range, moving through the forests with shadowy grace. As such he was able to skitter flat across the ground, as if he wasn't even there.
"So that dragon back there. Motherglare," Lucy hesitated, her eyes lifting up to Natsu from her bag. The dragon opposite of her stopped where he was chewing on a strip of dried jerky.
She watched him go rigid, almost as if every line in his body were being carved from stone itself from her words. As much as Lucy didn't want to start up another argument between them, she couldn't help her curiosity.
It burned at her to know the confused story behind Natsu. What exactly was he?
"What about her?" Natsu asked, his posture trying to mimic someone who was relaxed, but the way the still-smoking branch in his hand was cracking...
He was far from it.
Lucy absently plucked a stem from the wooded floor, twirling it between her index and thumb. She stared at it for a moment, running the pad of her finger against the frosted leaves.
"Just, she was so angry. And she hated you because you-"
Seeing her hesitating on her question, Natsu cut her off, tossing his feet forward and slouching down so his face tucked into his scarf.
"Because she thinks I'm not a real dragon," He growled at her arms folding over his chest. The branch was practically toothpicks in his fist now.
Lucy pulled her knees up to her chest, falling silent for a moment. She studied Natsu, and didn't press, counting down as she watched his body begin to uncoil again. She was beginning to understand his non-verbal language, and could tell when he was getting ready for a fight, or when his thoughts were turning inward.
After waiting it out a few more seconds, Lucy took a breath and asked a simple question.
"Are you?"
Never had Lucy seen someone's eyes snap to her so quickly in her life. His temper flared terribly in a flash, because he was on his feet. Shoulders and arms combusting, it seemed Lucy had accidentally pressed a very sensitive button. For a second, she forgot about the binding on him, and she remembered that Natsu was not a normal man.
But wasn't that part of her question?
So she held her ground, even when he had surged upright and towered over her, flames licking over his shoulders and creating wing-like shapes from his back.
Breathing hard, and glaring at her with eyes so dark, Lucy threatened to become swallowed by them, she choked back her caution.
"Are you?" She repeated.
This time, her simple question seemed to sink in through his skull..
He blinked, once, twice, three times.
The fires died down and slowly he hunched forward, this time so close to Lucy, she could feel the waves of warmth coming from his body. It did wonders to chase away the cold.
"Maybe," Natsu muttered reluctantly, his elbows dropping down onto his knees.
Lucy waited patiently, hoping maybe he would tell her more now that he was actually thinking about it, but he remained silent. His eyes distant as he stared into the fire, clearly seeing other times and places within it.
"Well you certainly look like a dragon in your other form." She murmured, something in her not wanting to speak too loudly with how heavy the air had gotten, and looked at him, "I just don't understand how you can be so many things."
Natsu looked at her for a moment, an expression she didn't recognize on his face, and frowned a little before returning his gaze to the fire, "I was born human." He replied, his voice so low she could barely hear it, and full of emotions she couldn't put names to.
His hands curled into fists, "I died when I was little." He continued, and this time there was no mistaking the pain in his voice. He chose to ignore the shocked look on Lucy's face over the idea that he'd died and had obviously somehow been brought back to life, "But my big brother brought me back. As a demon."
Natsu bowed his head, resting his forehead on his hands. He wasn't sure why he was bothering to explain everything to her, but now that he'd started he couldn't seem to stop, and her shocked gasp spurred him on.
"Igneel found me not long after he did." He growled, the old pain and anger welling up, "He took me away. Brought me to the nest, and taught me dragon magic."
This time Lucy's eyes widened with understanding, "And it changed you." She murmured, "Into a dragon."
Jellal had explained how all magic affected the wizard wielding it. Sometimes the effects were subtle, sometimes they weren't. But all magic changed its user. That was why so few learned more than one kind of magic. And even those that did favored one over the other.
Natsu's head bobbed a little, "It happens to everyone who learns it."
Lucy stared at him quietly, "That must be hard. Balancing the three sides of yourself." She shook her head, "I can't even imagine having to do that." She offered him a small smile, even though he wasn't looking, "I'd say that does make you a real dragon though."
She shrugged a little, "Maybe you weren't born a dragon, but it's still part of who you are now."
Natsu stared at Lucy, unable to comprehend what she was saying.
She thought he was a dragon, even after finding out about the rest of him? Feeling a strange warmth running through him, he couldn't help but stare at her. Perhaps it was a bit on the bold side, but he was too surprised to care.
Not that he would any other time.
"That's it?" Natsu asked her, unable to believe she could just accept that at face value. No one could. Natsu was some weird hybrid that didn't belong anywhere. His family hadn't accepted him for what he was, the demons saw him as a traitor, and the humans were disgusted by him.
He refused to believe this one was any different. It was too good to be true, and Natsu had long ago learned to be suspicious.
Even if his instincts were telling him on the contrary, he wasn't inclined to believe them after being burned too many times in the past.
"Why wouldn't it be?" Lucy asked him, looking just as confused.
His jaw dropped down to the campfire ground, and he had to scoop it up. Waving a distracted hand, Natsu hedged into Lucy's personal space, "What's that supposed to mean?!"
"For dragons, their nest is everything - more precious than any hoard," Natsu snapped, "But they just-just pushed me out the moment my old man died like I was gutter trash! It didn't matter that I was family, they just-!"
He choked off, blood pounding into his cheeks and ears, deafening his senses into a dull roar as he remembered the snarling threats, the pain to his slashed throat when he was swarmed and pushed from his home. Natsu's fingers twitched around his scarf, his hand sliding up to rub at the thick scar across his neck.
It was hard to see, especially as his scarf hid it most of the time. But right now it ached with memories, and he could feel the sharp pain as if it was new. This place was too raw, dredging up old memories that had no purpose rising to the surface.
Lucy's eyes widened at the pain and distress on his face, and she couldn't help reaching out to wrap her arms around him.
It didn't matter that he didn't like her. It didn't matter that he'd tried to kill her, and might do so again if he ever got free. It didn't even matter that he drove her completely insane most of the time. What mattered was the shattered look on his face. The festering pain in his eyes.
What mattered was she understood it. At least a little.
"That wasn't your fault!" She whispered fiercely at him, her own eyes blazing in the firelight, "It was wrong, and they don't deserve to be forgiven, but it wasn't your fault! It was theirs."
"In my world we'd call them small minded bigots." She reached up to cup his face, a glint in her eyes that had Natsu pausing and biting back the sharp retort that was forming. It was the look of someone who knew.
It was a look he'd never expected to see, and didn't know what to do with. Had she faced things like this too? The thought seemed impossible. She wasn't a dragon. She didn't understand the concept of nest.
And yet...he couldn't shake the feeling that somehow, on some level, she really did know.
"I'm sorry it happened." Lucy continued, unaware of his thoughts, "Believe me. And I don't blame you for getting back at them. I really don't. If they're too ignorant to understand that this," She pressed a hand against his heart, "Is more important than your heritage then they had it coming."
She kept her eyes on his, "I know what it's like to do everything you can to get back at the people who won't accept you for who you are and not who they think you should be."
For the first time in his life, Natsu had no idea where to look. He often boldly stared at anyone. No matter the confrontation, he never backed down.
So why was he frozen now?
Lucy's hand, delicate and soft against his chest, might as well have been a hundred pound lead weight. It pressed into his lungs and crushed into his very heart. A gentle touch, so light -
It had to be a lie right?
Natsu had learned that hard lesson over centuries of life. It didn't matter what Natsu sacrificed or who he tried to protect, everyone eventually only saw the monster. The weird amalgamation of things which didn't belong. A mysterious creature that had no home.
But he was terrified to feel his heart sway.
He wanted to believe her.
She didn't have a home either?
Over time, he had stopped trying. He took his land, took his wealth, carved out his territory so people would leave him alone...
After he fought in the Celestial War - after he betrayed Zeref - his own flesh and blood brother.
It wasn't enough for anyone, they forgot what he did with Igneel and the others.
The tension drew out of Natsu slowly, his hand lifting to circle lightly around Lucy's wrist.
What made her different from the others?
"I tried to kill you," Natsu frowned at her.
"Yeah, I guess you did," Lucy was staring at where his hand was resting against her skin. A flush worked down the back of her neck at the feel of his grip on her.
His hands were rough, but gentle in how he held her wrist.
"That doesn't bother you?" Natsu murmured, confused and with an emotion he was having trouble recognizing thumping in his chest. He'd tried to kill her. He'd promised Leo he would kill her as soon as he got free from his bond. And though he hadn't actively thought about it for a while now, he hadn't retracted the statement either.
He was sure she had to know his intentions too.
So why was she defending him? Why was she doing what she was doing? He didn't understand.
Lucy sighed a little and met his gaze evenly, "It does." She told him honestly, "But not because you're a demon, dragon, or human. It bothers me because I don't want to die. And I never did anything to you, or anyone else, to deserve it."
Natsu felt something in his chest tighten and twist painfully at her quiet words. He'd never had anyone say anything like that to him, and didn't know how to respond to it.
It was a statement that shocked their silent shadow as well. And for similar reasons. Though he managed to keep his reaction contained. Unlike the firebug he was watching.
Lucy shrugged a little, "But even though you tried to kill me, and you probably still do, I've seen that you're not completely evil. You wouldn't have saved those girls in that fire if you were." She smiled at him, "So if you're not entirely evil then maybe I can show you humanity isn't either."
She smirked slightly, "It doesn't hurt that I really hate bigots."
Lucy watched him staring at her, his eyes dark. They bore into her like drills, trying to tear her apart with their intensity.
She relaxed the hold she had on him, and Natsu startled a bit when her touch withdrew. It seemed he had forgotten she had a hand against his warm skin.
He blinked several more times before shaking his head and scowling.
But despite the expression on his face, Natsu couldn't hide the rosy flush rising to his cheeks, or the sulky way his eyes pulled away.
His eyebrows twitched, furrowing.
Had Lucy known better, she would have thought perhaps Natsu felt remorse.
"Bigots, huh?" Natsu murmured. Lucy watched how his hands reflexively curled into his scarf.
Was it her imagination, or did it look less dirty and tattered than before? In fact, Lucy thought maybe there was a gleam of white scales under the layer of grime.
How odd, just earlier when they saw Motherglare it looked horrible.
There was a deep, heavy silence between them, but it was strange. For once it almost felt companionable between them. Not as dark and resentful as it had in the past.
Lucy decided just to enjoy it for the moment, and huddled closer into the fire. As such, she almost missed Natsu's next question.
"Why?"
At first she didn't know what it was for. But then she remembered what she had said earlier.
"Oh. Why I don't like bigots?" Lucy asked. She was genuinely surprised over his begrudging curiosity. Almost as if he was actually interested in her life before falling into this magical land.
He nodded at her, and there was a certain brightness to his eyes she hadn't noticed before.
Green.
The observation shocked her in the flickering light, as she noticed - for the first time.
His eyes were very green.
The revelation made her heart stutter in her chest for some reason, and he gave her a curious look when she took so long to respond.
"Did your brain fry or somethin' Lucy?" He asked, an eyebrow arching upwards into his hairline.
Lucy blushed a little, and nudged him, "No. I'm not the one that produces dragonfire at will." She smirked a little at him teasingly, and felt her heart flutter a little when he flashed her a smirk back that held simple amusement and none of the maliciousness she'd gotten used to.
It quite transformed his expression. She wondered if he realized that.
She relaxed a little, her own smile softening into something like what she used around Levy or Gray and stared into the fire, "I hate bigots because I've met too many of them." She murmured before he could say anything else.
She sighed, "My dad was one of those rags to riches stories." She explained, "He clawed his way from the bottom into a massive fortune before I was even born, and spent my whole life trying to make it bigger. We lived in a manor, had servants, all of that."
She clenched her fists a little at the memories, "And I hated it."
She forced herself to relax and rubbed her face tiredly, "It wasn't so bad before my mom died." She smiled a little at the memory and looked up at the stars, "We used to sit out when it was clear and she'd tell me stories about the stars. Especially the constellations."
Was it her imagination or did some of the stars seem to twinkle a little more when she said that?
She looked over at him, "It was a lot of fun. After she got sick we'd spend hours reading together about dragons and knights and fairy princesses." She shook her head, her expression sobering, "But then she died, and everything changed."
"I wasn't very old when it happened, but it was after that my dad became obsessed with me becoming a lady. He started sending me to exclusive private schools and hiring tutors to teach me how to be a rich snob." Her fists tightened a little again, "He didn't understand I didn't want to be that. And the kids I went to school with...they were all from old money. People who had been wealthy for generations. They thought I was beneath them because I wasn't like that."
She glanced at him, slightly amazed to find him seemingly captivated by her story, and couldn't help smiling a little at it, "It didn't help either that I was blond. In my world there's a stigma that blond people are stupid. I was constantly talked down to because of it, and it drove me crazy."
She shook her head, "At this point... I dunno. I guess maybe because I had to push back against everyone for so long I've just lost any patience I could ever have with narrow minded idiots who think they're better than everyone else."
Her life may have been different from Natsu's, but she still felt a certain measure of kinship with the dragon. Even if it was one he would be reluctant to admit to himself.
Lucy could see it. More importantly she could feel it.
His life was a mystery to her, but she had received certain clues into his mind which helped create a larger picture.
Being a part of someplace neither of them belonged?
They understood one another far too well in that regard.
Much of his life, she doubted would ever make sense to her. But that loneliness and isolation? That was something anyone could relate too.
Natsu had turned towards the fire, the expression on his face thoughtful. His head turned up to the stars, as if looking at them in depth for the first time in a long while.
He looked to be at a loss for words. Did miracles never cease? Lucy edged in closer to him, feeling the warmth from his body come at her like an inviting flame.
He gave her a curious look when she scooted in, but much to her surprise. He didn't pull away.
Instead he shrugged.
"Go to sleep Lucy. We have a lot of walking to do and I'm not going to carry your lazy ass the whole way," He grumbled and flopped over onto the hard ground.
Surrpised he had no comment on her story, Lucy stared at his pink head.
Not even a rude quip?
Was he thinking that hard about her childhood?
She supposed that was actually a good thing and lowered herself next to him.
Their shadow watched them settle in for the night with interest. That had been extremely enlightening. Far more so than he'd hoped he would get. Enlightening and surprising.
A full human who understood, in her own way, what it was like to be like him and the fire brat. He'd only met one other even vaguely like that in his life. And not even she'd known the truth of what he was. Though it was Lucy's comment about 'her world' that really sparked his interest. He knew the only way that was possible, and had never expected to see it again.
Most interesting indeed.
He pulled away, deciding he would approach them openly later. He needed to have a chat with someone before he decided what to do further anyway.
One thing was certain though... he would not be immediately chasing them out of his territory. He was interested now, and wanted a chance to talk with this human himself. He might even help. If for no other reason than to piss off the fire brat's old nest.
He knew that story perfectly well, and had no qualms about poking them in the eye. It was the one point he and the salamander were in perfect agreement on. They deserved every bit of misery that ever got laid on them.
Looking between the little fire brat and blondie, the dark man headed back into the shadows to slide back into the safety of his territory.
The last time he had seen Natsu, the fire dragon was filled with hatred that couldn't be hidden by any amount of mischief. The bitterness of being pushed out from your nest and abandoned.
Because a Dragon's life was long, but their memory even longer.
Once their mind was made up on something, it was almost impossible to change it. Especially with that stubborn mule, Natsu.
But there was a change in the wind, and he was willing to see where it took him.
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