Natsa Dragneel: Tale of the Dragon Fairy

Chapter Three: Ghosts Of the Past PT I

Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN FAIRY TAIL! ALL RIGHTS GO TO HIRO MASHIMA! IF I DID, NATSU WOULD BE A SEXY BAD ASS GIRL AND COULD BE PAIRED WITH ALMOST EVERYONE.

Previously . . .

"I thought we were family . ." She finished softly.

A single golden optic trailed to the girl he had searched for, longed for, for a decade.

A dry chuckle, devoid of any source of emotion broke from his mouth.

"Oh, but we are, my dear, dear beloved."

At this. . . the dam that held Natsa's tears for ten agonizing years broke. . And for the first time, Fairy Tail could only stand there wallowing in hate towards him as their precious nakama cried.

NOW . . .

By now our favorite Ice Mage was boiling in anger.

'How the hell do they know Natsa?! More importantly. . what do they want from her? Damn that guy, Natsa never cries. . ' The raven-haired mage thought, frozen in place.

(AN: AHAHA get the pun? Frozen XD)

Natsa POV

Why..? After all these agonizing years, why do they show up?

Biting my lip, I wiped furiously at my tears. I looked up, instantly regretting it once I saw the look he was giving me. My eyes flickered around the room, surveying the other two mages as I tried my best to blatantly ignore him.

Wait, who's that guy?

He had floppy ebony-hair, coal black eyes that would sometimes flash a bloody-red, and a slightly tan complexion. He donned a black robe with a golden embroidered collar, along with a white sash, and plain sandals.

"Who the he-" I started to question before I was cut off by a pair of lips attached to mine.

And then everything went black.

~Later~ (Still Natsa P.O.V.)

Blinking my eyes open groggily, I raised myself from the bed I was in. It was a large bedroom, but the only thing there was a large Victorian Bed and a small drawer opposite side if me. The bed was old fashioned, with red silk pillows ands thin sheet clover it.

Weird...

Wait, how the fuck did I get here?!

The image of him kissing me and all my guild mates rushing forward flashed through my mind.

My hand brushed against my lips at the memory.

My thoughts were cut short as he entered the room through the oak door.

He stepped forward, walking ever so slowly to the bed. "Ohayo, Natsa-chan.~ Hisashiburi, ne?

Scowling, I leapt up into my standard fighting position; right foot slightly ahead of the other, and both fists raised in a challenging position. "Not long enough, sadly," I spat venomously, pouring every ounce of frustration and anger that had built over the course of years.

"Mou, you're so mean Natsa!~ What did I ever do to you?" He whined, but I wouldn't allow myself to be fooled by his innocent demeanor anymore. Not after everything.

"Tch. Enough with the terrible acting. What the hell do you want from me? After all these years . . Why now?" I took a menacing step forward, but it didn't seem to scathe him.

A bloodthirsty smirk flashed across his face as he drew towards me in two long, drawn out strides. "Hmm. Why? Because you belong to me. Simple as that. But it seems the distance has made you forgotten. You. Are. Mine. And no one takes away my possessions." He merely shrugged, as if nothing had changed. As if he hadn't . .

"Maybe once. . But things change. You changed. I once loved you . . but you were consumed by jealousy and bloodlust. You weren't the same. To me, you died that day." Unknowingly, tears had begun to streak down my face, collecting into giant drops before falling from my cheeks and wetting my collarbone. A hand stretched forward, gently cupping my face. Long, callous digits tenderly wiped away the excess tears, and I leaned into it on instinct. "Ryuu. . ."