Gratsu Oneshots

Comforting someone in need pt 2

"Come on. Let's head to my house." Gray says, standing up. Natsu sniffles his nose, and stands up.

"Okay, but can we avoid the village?"

"Sure." Gray says, understanding that Natsu doesn't want to face anyone else right now. They head down to Grays house through the winding forest.

•Time skip to them on the couch in Grays living room•
GRAYS POV

"Do you want to talk about it?" I ask, facing him. He is looking down at his feet, and was silent the entire way here.

"I don't know," he murmurs. "It's just- I- he-," Natsu sighs.

"It's okay if you don't want to. Or if you just wanna cry some more. I'll understand, and won't make fun of you. This is a serious situation." I gently say, slightly leaning in trying to look him in the eyes.

"Damn it." Tears start welling up in Natsus eyes.

"It's okay." I respond, scooting closer. "Is it okay if I put you on my lap so it's easier to hold you?"

"Sure." Natsu mutters carelessly , as he furiously tries to wipe away the tears that are streaming down his face. I lift him up, and I place him right in my cris-crossed legs. I place my hands around his waist, and he lays his head on my shoulder. He begins to cry into my shirt, and covering his mouth with one of his hands to muffle his sounds, and the other clutching my other shoulder.

"Hey, it's okay," I say removing his hand from his mouth," just let it all out. Remember, just because we're rivals doesn't mean I don't care, or that I'm not here for you." I rub his wrist with my thumb, while looking over at him.
He loudly sobs, and squeezes my shoulders.

•Time skip to hours later•

He cried until he had no tears lift. Even then he kept crying. He feel asleep on me, and I laid him in my bed. I'll sleep in the same room just incase, but obviously on the other side. He's probably going to need therapy for a few years after this, just like anyone else would. Why would anyone try this? When I find the bastard who did this to Natsu, I'm going to make him pay.

Natsu starts whimpering, and I look over at him. He suddenly starts thrashing around, and yelling. I rush over to him. Right before I could wake him, he shoots up screaming. He stops, and notices me. He screams and scoots away, kicking me in the stomach. I drop to the floor, holding my gut, and switching on the lamp.

"I-It's Okay." I hiss trying to regain composure. "It's just me." I say, looking up at him.

"Gray! I'm so sorry! I..I didn't realize, realize it was you." He stutters, toppling over his words, eyes wide. I note that his breath is heavy, he looks slightly pale, and there are tears in the corners of his eyes. This isn't my Natsu. This isn't Fairytails Natsu. Not anymore. He crawls over to me, and lifts me into the bed, hugging his arms around my waist. I lift my arms up, and wrap them around his neck.

"Shh. It's okay." I say, rubbing circles on his back. All evening I've been wanting to ask him about going to therapy, but it's too early for me to do so. It is also incredibly rude to ask a victim of such an act that question.

"Can- Can we talk about it now?" He whispers, hiding his head in my chest.

"Of course." I immediately respond, trying not to let my shock show through.

"Why me? Why did did it have to be me?" He stutters trying to get the words out. It's terrible what happened to him. It's terrible that he's in this situation. But the worst thing is that I don't have an answer to his questions. The worst thing is that I have no idea how to comfort him. What can I even say?
"Why was I so stupid enough to let this happen?" That immediately snapped me out of my thoughts. My jaw tightened.
"Natsu! This isn't , and never has been your fault." I lift his chin to look him in the eyes. His eyes aren't happy or sparkling anymore. They are red, puffy, tear filled, and full of sadness. " This isn't your fault. It's their fault. They will be caught, and pay for what they did. I don't ever want you to blame yourself for this." I gently whisper, not breaking eye contact. Tears start trailing down his face again, and he leans into my chest hugging me.
"Shh. It's all going to get better." I whisper rubbing his back. He begins to sob harder, and his arms tighten around me.

How do I solve this? How do I help him?
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A/N Hey guys, I just feel the need to say this.
This isn't meant to romanticize rape, although this is a really shitty way of showing it. Rape is a terrible crime. Did you know that 1 in 3 women, and 1 in 33 men are victims of such an act? Most victims wake up screaming, having replays of what happened going on, terrorizing them even when they aren't awake. What I said about never asking a victim about going to therapy is true. They do also almost always blame themselves. They ask themselves why them. I'll end the lecture here. Hope this sort of long chapter makes up for the shorter ones.

~Vividburst