Unity

12

Natsu was too confused that weekend to write in his journal. He had been stuck in his room eating bowls of cereal for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. He wasn't even tired of cereal, and he decided that he would live off of it once he graduated. But the rosette's mind was no where. It seemed to have given up on him Sunday morning. He had an arguement with himself on whether or not he apologized to Lucy first or wait for an apology from her. In the end, he stopped replying to himself when he said he would wait until Lucy texted him. It seemed that that arguement had defeated the other one, but they both vanished.

Zeref had checked in a few times on Natsu, along with Gray, who kept tabs on Natsu now because he was "extremely violent" on Friday.

Yelling was basically violent now . . .

Natsu was glad he had a friend like Gray. The raven keeps him in check sometimes, and the rosette really appreciates it. A knock came from Natsu's bedroom door. Said male rolled over on his bed, shouting that whoever was knocking could come in. Zeref—Natsu wasn't surprised—walked in with a grilled cheese sandwich. Natsu was somewhat grateful for something different, but he also wasn't satisfied that it wasn't his favorite comfort food—which is cereal.

"I figured you were getting tired of milk and Fruity Pebbles," Zeref giggle as he placed the plate on the nightstand closest to him. He then crossed his arms and stood before his brother, who was laying on the bed and staring up at him. "Not really. I was just now craving some, actually," Natsu sarcastically mumbled. He wanted cereal, just not Fruity Pebbles. He preferred Frosted Flakes.

Zeref only shook his head and walked around Natsu's dirty bedroom. To the rosette, his older brother looked like a teacher who was walking around the classroom to see what his students put for some of their answers. The only problem was that Zeref didn't have that look of disappointment the teachers wore when they saw that their students put wrong answers. A smirk grew upon Natsu's lips when he remembered the look he received from his eighth grade social studies teacher

Zeref took a seat at Natsu's desk and stared down at the black journal before him. Written on the sticker was Natsu's sloppy fifth grade writing—it looks the same today—that showed his name.

"Please don't read that. You'll see full on cringe." Natsu was sitting on his knees on the bed, his hands in the air as if he just pushed someone on the swing. Zeref smiled. He would never read someone's personal property unless it was absolutely necessary.

"Like I was going to."

"Well, I can't predict your actions," Natsu laid back down on his bed, arms folded behind his head. He stared up at the ceiling, his expression stoic. His chest rose up and down slowly with every breath. Zeref stared at him intently.

"Are you okay?" the older male asked. Natsu looked at the grilled cheese on his nightstand and then looked at Zeref. The rosette's eyes were like daggers, as if he had been asked the same stupid question over a million times. But his hazel eyes softened when he knew that Zeref wouldn't stop bugging him if he said nothing was wrong.

Natsu groaned, rolling his eyes in the process, and scooted over to make room on his bed for his brother. Zeref laid down next to him, ready to hear whatever his little brother had to say.

"So, it all started at Lucy's party, and we kissed. But I didn't feel anything . . ."

•••

Natsu and Zeref had both fallen asleep after their long conversation. Only Zeref woke up to complete pain. He was laying flat on the floor, his head and chest aching. The black haired male rubbed his temples and immediately stood up from the floor, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.