sea shells | natsu dragneel

chapter thirty one

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Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. 

That was the only word that went through my head as I read his text. He would be here within minutes. 

He would see you within minutes, standing beside a Sabertooth member. Sabertooth- the people that have undermined Fairy Tail, threatened Fairy Tail, hurt Fairy Tail. A Sabertooth member I willingly took into my house and helped and healed. 

And see us sharing an apple pie, but I'm going to leave that out because it breaks the tension that the author has so lovingly built up. 

"You need to leave!" I hiss, pushing a confused Rogue towards the door. 

"Woah, wait a sec-" the raven-haired boy protests, leaning his weight backward so his heels dragged over the wooden panels of my floor. 

Knock-knock. 

"This is the missing-bags delivery service!"

Rogue went still in shock. 

"Coming Natsu, give me a second!" I call, turning on my heels and pressing my hands against his chest. "Do you understand now?" 

He lets me drive him out of the living room, into my bedroom. No words pass his lips as we pass the threshold of my bathroom, the blinds of the little windows thankfully drawn. "Lock the door from the inside–" 

"–no," he refutes, jamming his foot between the door as I try to shut it. I look up, finding a new emotion scribbled over his features. One of hate, one which furrows his eyebrows and tenses his jaw. I put my entire weight onto the door, fingers around the handle as I try to close it. "that's Natsu Dragneel, and I fully intend to greet him–"

"Hey, is everything okay in there?" 

Natsu's cheerful voice is an odd presence amongst our heavy breathing and gritted teeth. 

"Ye– yeah!" I call, voice sounding shaky and out of breath. "J-just have to grab something!" 

"Let me out," Rogue growls, voice dark and earthy. 

"Don't you dare," I lashed back, both of us putting pressure on the poor wooden door. It creaks beneath our fingers, and I feel a drop of sweat sliding down my forehead as the gap becomes wider under Rogue's power. "you owe me," I say, staring straight into those crimson eyes. "and I demand you repay your debt by staying in this goddamn bathroom and locking the goddamn door!" 

We struggle for a couple more seconds– before, to my surprise, Rogue's pressure on the door decreases and stops. With a drop of my jaw, I watch him slowly close the door, and the lock clicks in place. 

I gape. 

"(y/n), I'm gonna bust the door open!" 

Fuck. Again. 

"Don't!" I shriek just in time, flinging the front door open. 

However, opening the door was probably not a good idea. As Natsu Dragneel, being the insensitive moron he is, decided to take a couple of steps back so he could pick up a running pace when breaking the door open. Which caused him to crash headfirst into me as said object was opened. 

And there we were, a similar situation to the beach day where we 'won' the competition. 

"We keep meeting like this, don't we?" Natsu cheeks, mouth parting to form another daisies-and-roses grin.

I try not to blush at the sight of it; damn him and his cute charm. "Don't get used to it, you oaf. Your problem is that you can't use logical thinking and just wait a couple of more seconds before you come barging through the door like some wild bull." 

"Wild for you!" he chirps, rolling off. As he comes to his feet, I do everything to hide my burning cheeks. 

He holds out a hand and I take it, grateful. 

"Are you coming back to the beach– oh did you have company?" he asks curiously, eyes zoning into the two plates. 

"O-oh yeah," I sweat, cursing myself for not hiding the traces of Rogue's presence. "I forgot to clean everything up. Sorry about that, Natsu." 

"Hey, what are ya apologizing for?" he grins widely. "I came around to visit you, didn't I? Cleaning ya house should be the last thing on your mind." 

"You're right," I smile. 

"Always am," he teases, proudly crossing his arms over his chest like some all-knowing saint. 

"Okay, that's an exaggeration," I say, rolling my eyes. Of course, that doesn't diminish his grin. I have yet to figure out what dampens his jovial character- and sarcasm doesn't even put a dent in it, unfortunately. 

"So... uh, when did they leave?" he comments, taking note of the steaming apple pie in the middle of the table. 

"Just... now?" 

I flinch at my tone. It seems I'm trying to convince myself along with Natsu that I had some mysterious guest. 

"When... I came in?" 

"Uh... yeah," I mumble, sweating as I see Natsu cock his head to the side. Oh, he's skeptical. Very skeptical. "a sudden emergency came up. I was gonna... give them a slice home, but they were out the door so fast. Uh... did you not see them leave?" 

 "Nah," he shrugs, and my shoulders drop in relief at his relaxed tone. "Is that why ya left the Tavern so quickly? Cuz they were comin' over?" 

"...Absolutely." 

"Huh. Okay." 

"Well!" I clap my hands together loudly. "an award to you Natsu Dragneel, for being a great bag-carrying friend, and would he accept the reward of some pie, maybe?" I suggest, and his features light up like 'pie' was the on-switch to all feelings of delight.  

 4 slices of pie later, 3 drinks, and a ruined table later, Natsu's stomach was full of his enemy's apple pie. 

God, I hope he never finds out. 

Or Rogue, for that matter. 

"Well, I'll be off!" he cries cheerfully, and in my head, I sigh. I had already started to worry about Rogue's oxygen supply in that crammed bathroom. Then I had to remind myself that this was not Star Wars, but a fanfiction. 

I wave as he skips down the road, unconsciously smiling. 

What you didn't see, however, was the sinister look that flashed over his face like lightning amidst thunder. 

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im sorry writers block came around and punched me in the face TT

deepest apologies, my lords and ladies. i shall try to update as much as possible.