POV: Natsu
All Gray’s been doing this whole time is stripping off his tux and complaining that it’s been too hot.
The bastard can’t even hold a few minutes of suffering.
“As if you can do any better.”
The certain redhead mage standing next to me held a cocktail glass in one hand, the other hand lazily holding onto her hip. Never will I know the mystery of women with hands on their hips. I mean, when was that ever something you actually needed to do when you were angry?
“Did I say that—“
“You did dumbo.”
“Let me frickin finish. Did I say that out loud?”
“I’d respond with the same sentence anyway. What do you think, baka, I can suddenly read minds now?”
“It’s possible.” I murmured, shrugging.
Hitting the back of my head hard with her fist, Erza strolled away, probably going to where the shiny jewel was placed. I followed her, walking slowly to where a pedestal stood, red thick ropes acting as a square fence around it. On top of the pedestal was nothing but a medium-sized, fragile, orange topaz.
“Is that it?”
“The Topaz? Of course that’s it. It’s a family heirloom, and heirlooms are always precious.”
“I mean isn’t a mere Topaz too simple and… well, not-precious enough to be—“
“Natsu, are you saying a Topaz isn’t worthy enough to be precious? That is just plain stupid.”
“What is up with you cutting me off?”
“Think about it. Even if a Topaz might sound less great when compared to a Diamond, in the end they’re both still precious gems, worked hard for, and treasured. Even if there’s a bigger chance that a Diamond can cut, or a bigger chance that a Sapphire, or a Ruby can do it than a Topaz, there are things a Topaz can do that others can’t.”
“And why are you speaking as if a Topaz was alive?”
“Because you’re speaking as if a Topaz wasn’t worthy enough.”
Right after Erza said that Gray strolled into the scene, half-naked, holding his tux in one hand and a mug of booze in the other. His unbalanced walk and crooked smile told me he was drunk.
“What the hell Gray.”
“Gray, not even half an hour into the event and you’re already drunk. That must be a record, even for Cana. What is wrong with you?”
I half-expected Erza to break into a nagging fit but she seemed calmer than usual today, lucky for Gray, who would have received a good beat-up from Erza if she wasn’t in such a good mood. Through his arm, I was able to pull Gray away from Erza, who seemed not to be bothered by a stupid, drunk Gray.
Is it just me or is Gray turning more stupid than I am?
“I-It’s just youuuu bakaaa.”
“Did I say that—“
“And this,” Gray pointed to my face, “is why people call you an idiot.”
“Shut the hell up, you know very well that I am leagues better looking than a pervert—and not to mention, drunkard—like you.”
“Why don’t you shut the hell up? As far as I’m concerned I wasn’t talking about your face at all. Heck, I don’t think anyone would say anything good about it—“
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Forever Fiore
Fanfictionx791. A year of mishap, chaos, tragedy, and grief. Yet after glorious victories, painful discoveries, a horrifying villain, and a bunch of new nakama, Fairy Tail is back to normal. Or so they think.
