Grief

A Confession A Mist The Ache Pt1

It transpired three weeks anon in spite of Natsu's attempted suicide when the ruinous befell.

He was awoken suddenly by the sound of shuffling. His obsidian eyes opened blearily to the swell of daylight drafting onto his washed-out face, making his once tanned skin illuminate anemically. The rosette sat up while rubbing the imprecision out of his opaque eyes. He scanned the seemingly vacant room for the golden-haired woman he had stayed with for the past month. She allowed him access to her home after his meltdown three weeks ago and suggested he stayed with her until they found him a new place to live. Realizing the celestial mage must have left to pick up groceries he hauled himself to his feet and walked across the carpeted floor to the lavatory. Locking the door behind him he lifted the seat and dropped his slacks and boxers. His heel dung into the solid flooring as he did his business. A minute passed by before he pulled his garments back up and flushed before placing the seat back down so Lucy doesn't kill him. Moving over to the sink he turns on the water feeling the cool liquid cascade onto his skeletal hands. His obscure eyes still seemed to have wine colored circles rimming the area around them and his cheeks flushed pallid as the skin gummed to the bone. He gazed vacantly at himself before turning off the spigot.  His hands clutched the counter of the basin as his palms dug into the marble surface.

Lucy rammed the door open with her foot as she carried two large bags of food in her arms. She was humming a tune while strolling into the kitchen and putting her groceries on the counter. Pushing a strand of golden hair that had fallen out of the bun she fixed her hair into behind her ear she began taking out her items and storing them away in cabinets and the fridge. Her hand reached into the bag to retrieve the eggs her dainty fingers wrapping around the cardboard container.

CRACK!

The sound of shattering glass made the celestial mage jump from the sound. Her eyes widened significantly and she turned heel and darted out of the kitchen. She found herself standing in front of a shocked Natsu, her bathroom mirror scattered in pieces on the floor. Natsu's arm held shards piercing into his skin as blood dripped down the length from the deep cuts inflicted into his soft skin. His cheek streaked crimson with blood from a jagged cut beneath it showing the white bone underneath the flimsy flesh. Lucy stepped forward instinctively but cringed when his fist raised up. He was trembling in ire and alarm when he finally realized Lucy was in the doorway.

"I-I'm sorry. The mirror r-reminded me-"his shaky sentence was interrupted when Lucy grabbed his balled fist and stroked the skin gently with her thumb.

"Shh... It's okay. I know you didn't mean it" the blonde hushed him as he collapsed in her arms. His face was buried into the crook of her slender neck as tears cascaded down his cheeks. "They killed me. They killed me" Natsu sobbed grasping the blonde closer and hugging her slim body to his. Rubbing his back tenderly she tried to sooth him, whispering words of comfort into his ear. She ignores the blood dripping onto her fair skin and he the shards of glass digging into his covered legs.  As the rosette begins to calm down Lucy helps him to his feet. He stumbles over his own two feet as she leads him towards the kitchen. Seeing as they won't make it she pushes him down onto the chair at the table she set up years ago in her apartment.

"I'm going to go get my first aid kit. I'll be right back" Lucy stated turning heel and making her way back over to a cabinet in the hall. Opening the latch the door squeaked open and she reached inside grabbing the said kit and raced back to the bleeding dragon slayer. Opening the kit she took out a roll of gauze, medical tape, alcohol pads, tweezers, medical scissors and a tube of Neosporin.

"Natsu, this is going to hurt a bit. Don't move okay?" Natsu nodded as he held out his injured arm. Lucy grabbed the limb holding it firmly in her grip as she picked the tweezers up. Carefully she plucked a shard out making the slayer pull back.

"Ow!"

"That's what you get for punching the mirror" Again Lucy plucked a shard out making a spurt of blood gush from the open cut. The aggrieved man's face twisted, but nothing more. The blonde continued to pull the glass out until all the shards where discarded. Putting the metal tweezers down she glanced up at the fire mage seeing the wave of relief crash down on him.

"Alright Natsu, this is going to sting really bad!"

"But you already pulled out the glass! How much more could it –OW!" Natsu howled as the alcohol pad swiped over his skin. Lucy swapped the cuts softly as Natsu wailed from pain jerking his arm back every once in a while. After she finished cleaning the cuts she grabbed the tube of Neosporin only for the paranoid man to jump up out of his seat.

"OH NO! You aint touching me with that!" the rosette hissed fiercely. Lucy rolled her eyes as she dragged the man down by the wrist.

"If I don't put the cream on the wounds will get infected!"

His legs gave in and he collapsed atop the blonde with his face pressed into her cleavage. Scrambling Natsu pushed himself back up into his chair with a hint of a flush on his white cheeks. Lucy blushed bright red turning her face away from the dragon slayer. He stared ahead at the wall as she dabbed the cream onto the cuts and wrapped the arm in gauze. As she tapped the bandage the little blue exceed flew in through the window catching the ruminates of their blushed coating their cheeks.

"He still likes her~!" the blue cat sung cheekily seating himself on the ledge. The exceed was right, after all these years of hurt being inflicted he still had long buried profound feelings for the celestial mage. The first two years of his captivity had been the least memorable but alas the slayer still remembered bits and pieces. In that time he struggled and fought using his precious Lucy as his escape from the agony of those long hard years (even if they were not a couple yet). Those men weren't beating him, Lucy was caressing his body. He wasn't being raped, Lucy and him were having consensual sex. He loves her and in the hours he was alone he would regret never saying a word to the beautiful blonde. As the days went by though so did his mentality and he soon forgot the lovely teen.

He forgot the meaning of love.