White Heart

Destruction with a Capital 'D'

Together Natsu and I smash through every window, every table, every single object we could get our hands on. Things spontaneously bursting into flames and others crushed by the water pressure.  We finally find a huge door that looks like important, so Natsu blasts it down. I follow, flooding  anyone who dare attack him from behind. Though a herd bombards him from the front, so I run over to aid.

"Fire Dragon..." he begins to shout.

"Water Dragon..." I chime in. We give each other a look.

"Iron Fist!" we finish together, punching people out of the way left and right. I still restrain myself, knowing I can't release my full power on these people, no matter how disgusting they may be.

"Where is you master?" Natsu grumbles punching a guy in the stomach. "Tell me!" he screams as he kicks another in the side. I mimic his actions and take out a group of memeber in one fell swoop. "Show-off" Natsu mumbles underneath his breath.

"Says the guy who wanted to take on an entire guild by himself!" I yell from across the room, roundhouse kicking some chick in the face. I guess he didn't mean for me to hear that because he seemed surprised when I responded.

Focusing back on the task at hand, Natsu thunders, "Bring him out. NOW!" Most of the members back up in a semi circle before us. Though we are both panting and breathing heavy we are still standing in a battle-ready position. My eyes search the guild, but stop when they reach a certain blond dragon slayer up on the second level. His face full of terror. I glare back at him and huff before focusing my attention back on the crowd in front of me.  A loud boom rumbles the guild hall.

"If you have something to say to me say it, " a huge man with an off-white beard thunders, trying to intimidate us. Like that would work.

Fists clenched, I rely, "Are you the master of this sorry bunch?" The man grunts in response.

"So it's one loss and you're out on the street, huh?" Natsu taunts.

"Those are some strict rules," I continue, still holding my fighting stance and completely ignoring Sting. How could he be a part of this guild?

"Let's see if you play by 'em," Natsu declares, punching his fists together. Wait, what is he doing?  The plan was to scare them a bit, maybe toss them around some, but not challenge their master. What is he thinking? Oh yeah, I forgot. Natsu doesn't actually have a functioning brain that can make cognitive survival decisions. Stupid, but the damage has already been done. So we'll have to see this ride out until the end. "If you lose to me," Natsu shouts, " You have to quit the guild too!" OH mY GOD THIS BOY IS GONNA DIE!! What a fucking moron.

"Natsu are you serious?" I ask him sternly. Natsu scoffs at my question, but doesn't turn around to look at me.

"Anyone who doesn't treat their comrade like comrades is on my list," he declares. "Whose side are you on anyway Y/n?" he snaps back at me. I growl at him from behind.

"Hey don't talk to her that way!" a voice shouts from behind. I turn to see none other than Sting, who from the looks of his pink cheeks, didn't realize what he had said until it was too late.

"Stay out of this, Sting!" I shout back at him, digging his name into my words. "I don't need you." I knew my words had injured him, as he stepped back. His face had fallen in utter defeat.

"Take your little girlfriend outside if you want to argue with her Sting, " the Sabertooth master demanded. I feel a hand grab my wrist but I couldn't see who it was. I am dragged just outside their guild hall, where Happy and Flare were supposed to be waiting. Although I couldn't see my attacker, I still searched the area for the two of them. I didn't find either of one. My worries were put to the back of my mind when I was brought up against a wall. I closed my eyes and groaned at the hard surface forcefully pushed  on my back.

"I'm sorry," a voice murmurs. I knew that voice. It belonged to Sting. Ugh I couldn't look at him right now. First he's involved with a guild who makes a sweet girl like Yukino remove her own guild mark and now he's pulled me away from the ensuing battle. I swear I'll- 

My thoughts subsided when I felt a pair of lips on mine. They are soft and warm and- No Y/n focus! I push Sting away.

"Did you think that everything would be okay if you just brought me out here and kissed me?!" I exclaim. His eyes suddenly widen. 

"I-I..." he stutters. I shove him off of me.

"How could you be involved in a guild like this?!" I shout at him. "How could you just stand by and watch that poor girl be humiliated?!" I lector. "And NOW you drag me out here when I decide to do something about it!" I condemn.  I stomp around the sidewalk for a moment. "So no, Sting, you cannot just kiss me and make everything better." My words had lost their volume, but not their bite. "And," I add, crossing my arms, " you most defiantly  do not get to drag and order me around like some pet." He stood there, astonished by by hurtful words.

"B-Baby I-I'm sorry, " he breaths. The hairs stand up on the back of my neck at the use of that word. I stomp towards him and grab his fur collar.

"You don't get to call me that," I declare, "I am not your girlfriend." The light drains from his eyes and the color in his face. I knew what I had said. I hated it, but I needed to keep a distance from him. I knew this would do it. If he is associated with this guild, I'm not sure I could be with him. What kind of person does that make him? What kind of person would that make me? I then release him from my grasp, but instead of standing back up, he falls to his knees.

"Don't say those things,"he whispers, "please." His pleading voice causes more  cracks in my already broken heart. Even though the wounds were self-inflicted, it was broken nonetheless. I pretended I didn't hear him as I walk back inside. Tears fighting to be free. I give them no satisfaction. Not now. Not ever is preferred, but especially not now. When I am back in the main area of the guild I see a black-haired woman holding Happy tied up in ropes and bawling like a baby. What happened?

"You've incapacitated several of our people," the woman began, "but we are willing to overlook this incident." She holds the tied-up Happy to near her face and rubs the top of his head. "In exchange, I'm asking you to behave in a mature fashion," she finishes. What a bitch! Holding poor Happy hostage like that just to make Natsu stop. Though I admit it was a strategic move, it was still horrible. I see Natsu bow his head and unclench his fists. I know that must have been hard for him. The black-haired bitch released Happy and he goes screaming to Natsu. 

As Happy cried into his embrace, Natsu muttered, "It's not your fault Happy." Aw. Natsu can be a sweetheart when he wants to, but he only ever really shows it with Happy of course. It's kinda the same with me and Flare. FLARE! Wait if she captured Happy, where was my  Flare?

"I guess we won't need this other fuzzball I found," the black-haired lady claims. It was Flare. The poor baby was tied up just like Happy.

"Wait!" I shout towards her. She turns to face me surprised.

"Oh," she chimes, "does she belong to you?" I could sense the falseness in her tone. I fear she does not intend on giving her back, but yet she holds all the power.

"Yes, she does," I reply, "May I have her?" She glares a Devil's glare.

"How about we make a deal, instead?" she inquires. I growl. My instincts are never wrong. "You make sure you don't win your next battle and the furball goes unharmed."

"No way," I demand, "Not if it has anything to do with the games." She sighs.

"Oh well," she breathes, "I needed a new purse anyway. Though lavender isn't really the color I was going for, fur always is a nice touch." This lady was about to lose her head. Then I saw Flare's desperate eyes. She wasn't crying, she would never in public, but I could tell she was terrified. I let out a deep exhale.

"Fine," I mutter.