To Be Contained || Gratsu

Purple and White

Word Count: 899

I'm finally back to writing stories! I'll try and keep the updates coming on their schedules dates from now on. Enjoy~

"What do you want, Lyon?" came the irritated reply to the ice mage's persistence.

"An answer," he responded, running his fingers through his snowy locks once again. "If you plan on continuing to dodge my questions, I'll keep asking," he finished, resting his arm along the back of Gray's sofa.

"I'll tune you out."

"I'm sure that you will," Lyon laughed, throwing a glance at Gray as his chuckles died down. "But in all seriousness, you seem to be quite the opposite of what you say."

"Use that tone, and people might mistake you as the caring type," the fellow wizard said, dodging the inquiry.

"Perhaps towards some I can be." Lyon stood, striding to his brother-like companion. "Now tell me."

"I'm fine," Gray reiterated, swatting at the hand the vain ice-make mage had placed on his clothed shoulder.

"Indeed... And I've heard that you've finally beaten your stripping habit," Lyon mused, a sad twinge in his words.

"If that's all you wanted, feel free to leave," Gray stated, his tone as icy as his magic.

"We'll find him, no matter what," Lyon promised, his signature smirk long since smoothed out. He had become supportive and reassuring, which was something the other male had never believed he could be. Gray sighed, tugging at the edge of his jacket sleeve with his thumb and forefinger. The cloth felt scratchier than ever, but he couldn't bear to remove his layers.

"I hope so..." the saddened male whispered, closing the door and locking his unwanted friend out. Taking a seat on the furniture Lyon had vacated, tears sprung to his eyes and his head hung with the weight of his overwhelming ("Why isn't anyone ever just whelmed?") emotions. Natsu, I never thought I'd ever miss you this much... Please come back to us, to me... I need you...

//with Warren//

His head throbbed with the effort, but he had to get in touch with Natsu. Earlier, he had had a brief glimpse into the dragon's thoughts, distinguishing something about the kidnapper being male but nothing more. Focusing on the image of Natsu in his mind, he shut his eyes and reached out with his magic.

Purple and white?

The thought appeared as if it were his own, but Warren knew otherwise.

It's so dark, but h-his eyes... No!

The voice of the dragon slayer faded and left the telepath confused. He hadn't gleaned much from the short statements, but he rushed to find the master of the guild.

Makarov nodded as the Fairy Tail member explained the clues to Natsu's disappearance. "Good work, Warren," he said in praise, proud of his child.  He had no doubt in his mind that his children would be able to find the dragon slayer, but he only wondered how long it would take.

//with Natsu and the creepy captor//

The shadows swirled in the darkness, at home in the room without light. If light had been present, one would see the reflection on a scarlet liquid pooled on the cement. Would see a crumpled form and flattened salmon hair. Would see a withered boy, tears staining his cheeks and blood streaking much of his exposed skin. Gazing upon the battered and broken male, one wouldn't believe it was Natsu Dragneel.

Tangled purple and white locks swished with overexaggerated laughter, the silent air becoming filled to the brim with an anxious atmosphere. "So obedient, little Salamander. Who knew it would only take some training to tame a mighty dragon?" the crazed man jeered, pulling Natsu's limp skull upwards to meet his creamy irises. "And free."

Natsu nearly gasped in oxygen, having been commanded to remain still and take shallow breaths for however long the man had been gone. His muscles quivered with his so-called freedom, but his limbs were still uselessly bound behind his hunched back. He attempted to rein in his erratic breathing, when the man violently shoved him away from his own hold. The dragon's chin dug into his clavicle, but he didn't dare to move. He shut his eyes tightly, waiting for what he knew was sure to come next.

"So delicate..." A gentle, calloused index finger stroked his left cheek, swiping at his silently shed tears. The hands roamed across his bare torso, tracing the many scars littering the once smooth skin. "Oh, how my marks on you excite me!" the man exclaimed, lightly scraping his blunt nails on Natsu's protruding ribs. "But now, it's time for a little fun, my pet."

"N-no... Please..." the slayer whimpered, his chin still meeting his chest. The previously gentle hands yanked his face upwards, eyes meeting. The sinister glow to the man's drew Natsu in, refusing to let him turn away. The feeling had grown all too familiar, leaving Natsu wallowing in despair since he knew what was to occur and that he had no control.

"Stay still and be quiet," the purple and white haired man demanded, irises glaring at Natsu. The mage didn't dare to defy, choking off his pleas and steeling his nerves. The ominous illumination from the man's magic reflected off metal, another hysterical chuckle bouncing around the diminutive cell, as well as more sights and sounds were now commonplace to the mighty Salamander. The only things he couldn't get used to were slowly eating him alive: Where is my family? and When will the pain end?