Calm Before the Storm

Natsu

A pretty girl lying unconscious on a park path isn't something that happens every day. So when Natsu stumbled across her, he decided to check if she was still alive.

First he nudged her with his shoe, lightly on her back. She didn't move.

Second, Natsu slapped her softly on her cheeks. No reaction.

Third, he smelled her for the scent of the dead. Nope.

So he brought her home.

The place Natsu called home wasn't much. It was located at a top of a small hill, and it seems as though it might break down any second. Not to mention inside. It looks as though a miniature tornado has passed through. Remnants of food were scattered here and there, dishes, bones, clothes, everything was left everywhere. Visitors would tell him, 'oh if only you had the magic of cleaning'.

Magic...

Natsu loved magic. His father, Igneel, used to teach him some neat, easy tricks, until he just left without a trace. He still admired it, sure, but it also brought back memories that were just now painful.

He was prevented from thinking more about it when he heard a loud crash from the corner as a tower of books (aka books Erza had told him to read but never has) tumbled. From the heap of fallen books, poked out a blue head. His cat, Happy, squiggled out of the mountain of paper and trotted over to where the girl lay. Happy looked curiously at her, observing her, and then suddenly started nudging her with his paw. Punch by punch, the cat's fist's power increased, until Natsu finally stopped him. The girl was sure to have a bruise there.

Still, the pretty girl did not wake.

Natsu tried everything. He got a frying pan and a large spoon and started banging it together, enhanced with his singing that sounded more like someone laughing while choking on their own saliva than that of something you hear in a choir. He decided to splatter ice cold water onto her face. Jump on the bed. Rock her back and forth.

Nothing.

He was starting to get really worried. What if she really was dead? His sense of smell has never failed him before though. Had he accidentally killed her during his attempt to do the opposite? Should he just wait a little bit more?

Natsu ruffled his pink hair in frustration. Perhaps he should call Erza! But no, if she notices those unread books he would be in trouble... as in have a close-to-death experience. There was no way he was going to ask for help to that stripping pervert, so who? Levy? She's not in town right now.... Mirajane? Then again Natsu would just get scolded about how messy his house was. Wendy, he supposed, could. She has a gift to heal; she had taught him tricks to keep his meals in his stomach whenever he was traveling.

Natsu sat down with a sigh. By the time he got any of his friends here it would be dark, and he couldn't just leave her here alone with a blue cat for company. He glanced at the golden haired girl.

He froze.

A pair of teary, chocolate brown eyes stared back at him.