{Natsu POV}
My parents called me down after Lisanna and her family left.
"What?" I asked, annoyed.
"Natsu, dear, I know that you're upset—"
"Upset?" I asked. "You're going to make me marry someone who hurt my friend? You're going to make me...marry HER?"
"We don't have a choice." Father said. "We need to expand our company, and Lisanna is their only daughter young enough to marry you."
"I don't WANT to marry her!" I said, standing up. "Who are you to choose who I love and marry? I don't care if you're my father; That should be my choice!"
Mother stood up. "You think we want you to marry her, Natsu?"
I looked at her. "What?"
"She's a terrible person! She's absolutely disgusting! She has the audacity to smile at us all nicely when she KNOWS what she's done! She shows her hatred towards us so openly, Natsu! We don't want to give our precious son to someone like her!" Mother said. "But what do you want us to do? We don't have another option."
I sat down, calming down a bit. Mother sat down as well, and a helper gave her a handkerchief.
"It's exactly as your mother has said, Natsu." Father said. "We don't have another choice."
I clenched my fists. "I don't CARE. I'm not going to marry her. I don't WANT you to expand the company."
"We can't always twist up events that just be done just to please your desires, Natsu!" Father said. "Do NOT be selfish!"
I slammed my fist, standing up. Mother flinched. "Selfish? Is it that wrong for me to choose my own lover? Why am I being dragged into company matters and forced to do something I don't want?"
"It is for our sales and customers!"
"Then go ahead and ask one of our customers if they are ok with this forced marriage!" I yelled. "I don't think they would answer, 'Yes, we are perfectly fine with it.'"
"Natsu—!"
"I'm still in high school, goddammit!" I yelled. Anger flowed through my veins. "I'm in fricking high school! You're expecting me to marry someone I hate when I haven't even graduated?! These are matters I should be dealing with when I'm older, like everybody else!"
"You AREN'T like everybody else!"
"WHY?" I asked. Mother flinched again. "WHAT'S SO DIFFERENT ABOUT ME? I HAVE BLOOD! I HAVE FLESH! I HAVE A FUCKING BRAIN! I HAVE FEELINGS! THE ONLY DIFFERENCE IS OUR MONEY!"
"Natsu, watch your language!" Mother said. "You are talking with your father!"
"I don't care!" I yelled. "I'm sick of being treated differently! Everyone is always taking pictures of me, always asking for my autograph, always asking for my attention! I hate it! I want to live a normal life, with normal friends, and deal with problems that HIGH SCHOOLERS deal with!"
I wasn't sure where the other words were coming from, but they were the truth.
"I HATE being rich! I hate being the son of Win Fashion! I hate EVERYTHING!"
Tears streamed down my face as I ran to my room and slammed the door close. I grabbed a suitcase and stuffed everything inside.
A couple of helpers watched nervously as I packed.
I had a suitcase, and a bag. I wore a hoodie and some jeans. The hood covered my hair.
I stormed back downstairs and angrily walked towards the door.
"Natsu! Where are you going?"
"I'm leaving!" I yelled, throwing open the door.
"Natsu, wait—!"
I slammed the door behind me, and ran, the wheels of the suitcase rolling on the concrete.
I called Sting.
"Hello? Natsu?"
"Hey, you guys have room for one more?"
"Why?"
"Can I stay over for a night?"
Silence.
"Is that a suitcase?" He asked. "I can hear it."
"Yeah, it is." I said, impatiently. "So? Can I?"
"Sure, I guess. But I'm gonna need an explanation in return."
"Deal."
He hung up, and I ran to their house.
When I arrived, Sting was waiting for me on the front steps.
"Dude?" I was panting heavily, sweat pouring down my neck. "Why do you look like you're about to leave the country?"
"Can we go inside?" I asked, looking around. "My parents might come look for me."
"Your parents...?" He saw my look and nodded, leading me in. He shut the door behind me.
"Sting, dear?" Layla-San came walking out. "Oh! Natsu!"
"Hello." I said, bowing. Her eyes noticed the suitcase in my hand.
"Hey, Mom? Can Natsu stay over?"
"All of a sudden?" She asked. "What's the occasion?"
"It's nothing." Sting said, shrugging. "I have space in my room, so he can stay in there."
She sighed, smiling. "Alright."
"Thank you." I said. I looked around for Lucy.
"Make sure you don't enter Lucy's room." She warned, walking away.
"I know, Mom."
I curiously looked at Sting, who sighed.
"What's wrong with Lucy?" I asked.
"I'll explain. Let's go up first." I nodded, and he led me to his room.
After he closed the door, he gave me a chair to sit on.
"Alright." He said, sitting in his own seat. He crossed his legs. "Explain."
And then followed the explanation about my explosion, and my running away from home.
"Oh wow." He said. "Is that why your eyes are all red?"
"Pretty much."
He sighed, before laughing. "You sure are something."
"Now YOU explain." I said, crossing my arms. "What happened to Lucy?"
His smile turned into a frown in an instant.
Something told me that something was wrong.
Extremely wrong.
No shit Sherlock...
