G I R L O F F I R E A N D I C E ( Natsu X OC X Gray X Laxus)

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We've been home for almost a week and its been great! Everyone is in a great mood and jobs have been alot easier with my new water power and katana. my skills with a sword have returned; i even found the old blade that the man on the shop gave me. it was more like a dagger than a sword, being very short with a copper hilt wrapped in aged black leather. i didn't usually bring it with me on missions, but when i was just hanging around the guild, i opted for the short, sharp blade than a long, heavy katana.

Right now, i was at the guild, just getting back from a mission with Gajeel and Levy. i often tagged along on their jobs. No matter how many jobs i went on with team Natsu, i was never officially a part of their group; so technically, I'm still an independent mage like i was before i joined the guild, which is fine with me. While i was sitting, i cleaned the dried blood off my sword with a towel. i still wore my regular outfit because i was to lazy to unpack. But i could never leave my katana dirty.

 

''Hey Amelia" Gray said as he sat down next to me. "hello popsicle." i say, preoccupied.  he chuckled at my actions. "you said you had a few more flashbacks." he whispered, knowing that i wanted it to remain a secret in between him and me. i paused my work and felt my pupils dilate slightly. i nodded and stood, putting my sword back in its sheath while doing so. "Here. follow me, i don't want to risk anyone else hearing." i said. he nodded and gently grabbed my wrist, guiding me out of the guild.

Gray was always so careful with me. To him, i was a porcelain doll, he's so afraid of dropping me. its understandable, he's seen me when i was in pieces on the ground, and doesn't want to see me like that again. thats why i hate crying in front of others, after they see you broken, they always try to keep your pieces together; but for me, it just makes the glue in my cracks weaker.

He led me to a secluded part of the forest, west of town. we climbed a tree and sat next to each other on a sturdy branch of an ancient oak tree, leaning against the trunk. i sighed and leaned on his shoulder, he put an arm around my shoulder in response, drawing me closer to his chest. "So what did you find out?" he asked.

"Well for starters, when i was little, i had light blonde hair and my eyes almost looked like Master Mavis', but they were more blue than hers. I think my appearance changed because of my magic. With the way i am now, i look exactly like my mother; and she used the same type of magic as me. Which makes me wonder: did Fycell teach her too?" I raise my hands to my head and massage my temples, still trying to comprehend what i was telling him.

He rubbed my shoulder soothingly, making me calm down just a bit. "Was that everything?" he asked. i shook my head no. "I also saw my dad. he had black hair and emerald eyes. my parents were a part of some guild, but died on a mission. turns out that they owed some money to the guild, so my sister and i had to work to pay it off." i explain. he nodded silently, just rubbing my shoulder calmly.

"What do you think about all this? am i insane?" i ask with a sigh. He chuckled and shook his head. "I think its legit. Your flashbacks seem to vivid and realistic to just be a confusing set of dreams. and i already knew you were insane soo....." he said. i rolled my eyes and scoffed, making my friend laugh. "Says the Stripper." i comment slyly. Now it was his turn to be annoyed.  "Ugh really? you know i cant control that." he said, his face slightly flushed. i giggled at the sight.