The Black Angel [Gratsu]

Chapter Six

Chapter Six

★ Natsu's POV ★

A/N: Bleh filler chapter because I'm lazy and slowly running out of ideas (but I'm working on it, lol)... actual plot will pick up soon.

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Woah.

As I watched him rush down the hallway with his head hanging down, a realisation hit me. He doesn't like Natsu, he likes the Black Angel, and that means I officially had no chance unless I revealed my secret identity to him (which was, obviously, completely out of the realm of possibility).

Gray Whatever-your-last-name-is, you don't know what you do to me.

The same thoughts floated around my mind and wouldn't leave me alone, picking at every ounce of my sanity. What would he have done if it was Natsu, not Angel? Would he have even done it?

I sighed, exasperated and confused (but still jittery from the events previous). I walked towards the bathroom to quickly change out of my super hero outfit and into the boringly loose articles of clothing that were apparently "in fashion".

A high pitched bell rang out into the bathroom signifying that the next class has started. I decided to not go to the rest of my classes. I wasn't stupid- I knew it would raise suspicion if I waltzed in right after the Black Angel left. I also knew that I'd probably- okay, definitely freeze up and stutter if I faced Gray, and that would be more obvious than scribbling 'Black Angel' on my forehead with a Sharpie.

Groaning, I walked out of the school and into the crisp morning air. I honestly can't even with school right now, and I needed to relax. High school was way too stressful for me, why did kids even go there?

My mind kept wandering off as I exited the school doors, trying not to bring attention to myself for skipping class. Why does Gray even like- 

No. Don't think about him, he's bad for you. You don't have the time for relationships.

I had an internal battle over Gray in my mind and it wouldn't go away. He's honestly so perfect and Natsu is not. But the Black Angel had this mystery factor that I think he enjoys more than the cute, shy, nerd.

But being a cute shy nerd is only my alter ego. My real name isn't Natsu, just Angel. I am both of those personalities, but Gray unknowingly chose the one he can't be with.

Ugh, but that was such a girly name for such a girly male. Why can't I be masculine and not this abomination to society? You'd think that with the genetic scientists literally making my genetic makeup, they'd choose the right genes. I guess my superhero mask did more than just cover my face- it covered my true identity, and for that, I was grateful.

Surprisingly, the city felt deserted. I figured I was the only human for a mile. Nevertheless, I did a quick scan-through for city surveillance cameras or lingering human beings watching.

God, I can't wait to get home, I thought desperately. And luckily, I have a one-way express ticket right here.

Snapping my wings out, I bent them naturally to catch the wind correctly before taking a running start down the sidewalk. I bolted down the pavement, untied sneakers thudding, taking one last giant leap before bursting into the air. I flapped my wings sharply, arching in the wind before shooting upwards.

I knew my limits breathing-wise was around 12,000 feet, but staying too low could cause commotion. I decided to fly directly below the clouds where I could be inconspicuous and not call attention to myself.

Thankfully, my generous scientist creators, sarcasm on generous, blessed me with stellar eyesight. At least they did something right with their screwed-up experiment.

In case you hadn't guessed it, I don't like the scientists. The lab I came from literally ruined the first fourteen years of my life.

Life was better now, I guess. Saving lives always gave me a rush of pride, but it was also a very painful, tiring job. At least I got income from the ACFP, managing to scoot by on my house.

I liked my house.

Speaking of, I finally landed on the widespread wooden deck that I built specifically for landing and taking off. I creaked open the bulletproof glass sliding door and locked it behind me, heading for the kitchen.

Looking wearily at the dishes, I made a mental note to clean them. Not feeling up to it right now, I grabbed a fresh banana from the fruit bowl and checked the city monitors, where I watched for trouble of any kind.

Nothing illegal or horrifying was going on, just basic shoppers and pedestrians walking every which way, decked out in work clothes and briefcases or workout gear and baby strollers. I knew the alarm would sound if something out of place occurred. Satisfied, I headed back outside and sat on the edge of the deck.

I lived on the side of a mountain about forty minutes away from the city. If I was coasting leisurely, I was a right minute flight, three if I hurried. My house was a hidden, offset part of the countryside, far away from civilization, perfect for an undercover hero like me. There was a rope ladder I could throw down if I wanted, but otherwise the only way up was by wing. I unpeeled the banana and took a bite, swinging my legs off the seventy-foot drop. I stared out into space, looking at the city beyond like a speck in the horizon.

If I've learned anything in my seventeen years of living, it is that there is so much unimaginable atrocity in the world that goes unnoticed by most. The world is a horrible place, and as hard as I can try, the evil can never be truly purged. 

That doesn't stop me, however. I will continue to do the best I can to save as many people as possible. 

I owe at least that much to Lisanna. 

But no death I stop from occurring will ever fill in the black hole created as I watched her be tortured to the point of death six years ago. 

I stared at the empty banana peel in my hands. Still feeling empty, I chucked the peel off into the forest, knowing it would decompose into nature in a matter of weeks, and headed back inside to finish the mundane activity known as "homework". 

I stared at the assigned English play we were reading, Romeo and Juliet, and tried to decipher the iambic pentameter that Shakespeare wrote it in. The Japanese translation threw off the literary beat, but I was getting the idea of the plot anyway. 

Fated lovers with the destiny to die...