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Title: Something Better
Fandom: Fairy Tail
Pairing: Natsu/Lisanna
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1,241
Summary: Natsu has made a decision.
A/N: Spoilers for recent chapters of the manga (post-200). Also, Natsu was raised by a dragon and therefore sometimes needs to have common social etiquette explained to him by a cat.
In the morning, Lisanna finds Natsu at her bedroom door, wearing an expression that brooks no argument. "I decided something," he announces, and reaches out to take her wrist without preamble or hesitation, pulling as he turns toward the front door. "Come on, we have to talk."
She barely manages to convince him to let her change out of her pajamas. Mirajane, standing in the kitchen with the air of someone who was not prepared to deal with this before breakfast, doesn't seem to know how Natsu got into the house. Natsu pulls Lisanna into the street and shuts the door behind them on the beginning of her apology.
"What's this about?" she has to ask, although she doesn't think it's going to do her any good until they get wherever they're going, but once they clear sight of Lisanna's house, Natsu slows and drops her wrist to cross his arms in a manner that might suggest he were cold if Lisanna didn't know better. He seems determined and deeply agitated. Concerned, Lisanna reaches out a hand to her side, offering Natsu a timid smile. He drops his arms to let his palm wrap around hers in a way that would seem almost unthinking of him if he weren't holding on so tight. His eyes are focused intently on the nothing-in-particular that's in front of him.
"I decided something," he says, for the second time this morning. "It's important, so I couldn't wait to tell you. And I didn't want Elfman to be awake."
Lisanna can imagine her brother's reaction at finding a boy pounding insistently on her bedroom door, and nods vaguely in agreement. "So, what is it? Is it about Happy?"
Natsu has been telling her all about Happy these past few weeks; how well he's grown up and how much he missed her while she was gone. It makes Lisanna feel warm, because she knows Natsu well enough - even after these long two years - to hear what he's really saying.
"No," Natsu tells her. He sounds slightly impatient. "I broke some stuff at your funeral. A door and a couple of chairs, and almost Macao's wrist."
For half a second, Lisanna's heart stops beating. "I…why? Why did you do that?" She isn't speaking loud enough, but Natsu hears her.
"He was trying to hold me down. Lots of people were. I was--" He stops for a moment, turning his head away as though he's heard something in the distance. "I didn't believe it. Everybody kept telling me to accept that you were dead and I wouldn't because I know you - you're Lisanna; you wouldn't just…just die. I was so mad at Elfman and Mira-san for giving up on you that I wanted to beat them up."
Lisanna's heart aches; her throat feels tight, and she has to give herself a moment to recover before she can speak. She finds herself squeezing Natsu's hand a little harder than she'd meant to. "I don't…why are you…?"
"I just wanted to say that so you'd know why I broke the tree outside my house a couple months ago," Natsu explained, after a pause. "Because I still get mad about it. Got mad about it. I never believed you'd leave me like that." He turns to look at her, finally, and his smile is heavy, like he's just emerged victorious from a long, bloody battle. "And I was right."
Stunned, all Lisanna can think to say is, "But I did leave you, Natsu. I did." Her throat hurts and her heart hurts worse and she ducks her head as a tear rolls down her cheek.
Natsu stops walking. His hand shifts, fingers sliding between hers, and when Lisanna looks up she sees that they've come to the edge of town. Not too far into the distance is the place where Lisanna once made them a grass house and the two of them fell asleep wrapped around each other and their new charge.
"You didn't," Natsu tells her. She looks up into his eyes and sees a certainty there that eases the weight pressing down on her chest. "You got taken away. You wouldn't have left on purpose. And you came back."
Another tear falls. "But I didn't do that on purpose either. I never would have gotten back if you hadn't shown up to save Edoras--"
"That's the whole point," Natsu interrupts. "If I'd have known where you were, I would have gone to get you back the second you left." Lisanna wholeheartedly believes that, even knowing that it would have been impossible. "And you would have done the same for me, right? But I didn't know, because I wasn't there. So I decided something."
Lisanna isn't sure that she'll ever be able to stop crying, for a growing host of reasons. She squeezes his hand and smiles through her tears and says, "Tell me."
Natsu takes her other hand, too. "I decided we have to get married."
…Lisanna doubts she ever could have expected that. "I don't - why?" It seems as good a place to start as any.
"Because that way," Natsu says with authority, "you'll be mine, and I'll be yours, and we'll be together, and that means that if something happens to one of us, we'll know for sure. So marry me, okay? Because the next time you leave is going to be even worse if I’m not there to bring you back. And--" he falters for a moment, looking down intently at their twined hands. "And I don't want to miss anything this time. I'm still mad about all the times you smiled that I didn't get to see."
But when he looks back up, Lisanna isn't smiling. She's just trying to hold it together, but his troubled expression undoes her completely and she flings herself into his waiting embrace and sobs into his scarf for what feels like all the years she was gone.
Finally, spent and enveloped in Natsu's warmth, Lisanna sniffles a pitiful last and promptly thumps her fist into his shoulder.
"Ow," Natsu protests, and Lisanna sighs because she knows that couldn't possibly have hurt. "What--"
"I'm not going to marry you, moron," she says, and pulls back to look up at a face so bewilderedly heartbroken that she almost apologizes for hitting him. "Natsu, I'm seventeen, and my family would murder you. Not to mention what Erza and the master would do."
Natsu looks as exasperated as she's ever seen him. "I didn't say now, idiot. Happy says we're supposed to date first. Besides, I haven't even gotten your ring yet."
Lisanna pauses to take that in, and then laughs, because it's Natsu and there's no way she couldn't. "Okay, okay, we can do that." She knows she's blushing and hopes he won't say anything about it.
He doesn't. It's honestly a little surprising. "Good," he says instead. His smile seems accomplished, and he wraps his arms a little tighter around her back. "But you have to marry me eventually."
"We can cross that bridge when we come to it," Lisanna tells him, because she doesn't want to have to go back on her word, but when it comes down to it she doesn't really believe she'll ever have to. "But while we're here, you should probably kiss me, so it's an official agreement."
"Oh, yeah," Natsu says brightly. "That part we should do right now."
And they do.
Fandom: Fairy Tail
Pairing: Natsu/Lisanna
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1,241
Summary: Natsu has made a decision.
A/N: Spoilers for recent chapters of the manga (post-200). Also, Natsu was raised by a dragon and therefore sometimes needs to have common social etiquette explained to him by a cat.
In the morning, Lisanna finds Natsu at her bedroom door, wearing an expression that brooks no argument. "I decided something," he announces, and reaches out to take her wrist without preamble or hesitation, pulling as he turns toward the front door. "Come on, we have to talk."
She barely manages to convince him to let her change out of her pajamas. Mirajane, standing in the kitchen with the air of someone who was not prepared to deal with this before breakfast, doesn't seem to know how Natsu got into the house. Natsu pulls Lisanna into the street and shuts the door behind them on the beginning of her apology.
"What's this about?" she has to ask, although she doesn't think it's going to do her any good until they get wherever they're going, but once they clear sight of Lisanna's house, Natsu slows and drops her wrist to cross his arms in a manner that might suggest he were cold if Lisanna didn't know better. He seems determined and deeply agitated. Concerned, Lisanna reaches out a hand to her side, offering Natsu a timid smile. He drops his arms to let his palm wrap around hers in a way that would seem almost unthinking of him if he weren't holding on so tight. His eyes are focused intently on the nothing-in-particular that's in front of him.
"I decided something," he says, for the second time this morning. "It's important, so I couldn't wait to tell you. And I didn't want Elfman to be awake."
Lisanna can imagine her brother's reaction at finding a boy pounding insistently on her bedroom door, and nods vaguely in agreement. "So, what is it? Is it about Happy?"
Natsu has been telling her all about Happy these past few weeks; how well he's grown up and how much he missed her while she was gone. It makes Lisanna feel warm, because she knows Natsu well enough - even after these long two years - to hear what he's really saying.
"No," Natsu tells her. He sounds slightly impatient. "I broke some stuff at your funeral. A door and a couple of chairs, and almost Macao's wrist."
For half a second, Lisanna's heart stops beating. "I…why? Why did you do that?" She isn't speaking loud enough, but Natsu hears her.
"He was trying to hold me down. Lots of people were. I was--" He stops for a moment, turning his head away as though he's heard something in the distance. "I didn't believe it. Everybody kept telling me to accept that you were dead and I wouldn't because I know you - you're Lisanna; you wouldn't just…just die. I was so mad at Elfman and Mira-san for giving up on you that I wanted to beat them up."
Lisanna's heart aches; her throat feels tight, and she has to give herself a moment to recover before she can speak. She finds herself squeezing Natsu's hand a little harder than she'd meant to. "I don't…why are you…?"
"I just wanted to say that so you'd know why I broke the tree outside my house a couple months ago," Natsu explained, after a pause. "Because I still get mad about it. Got mad about it. I never believed you'd leave me like that." He turns to look at her, finally, and his smile is heavy, like he's just emerged victorious from a long, bloody battle. "And I was right."
Stunned, all Lisanna can think to say is, "But I did leave you, Natsu. I did." Her throat hurts and her heart hurts worse and she ducks her head as a tear rolls down her cheek.
Natsu stops walking. His hand shifts, fingers sliding between hers, and when Lisanna looks up she sees that they've come to the edge of town. Not too far into the distance is the place where Lisanna once made them a grass house and the two of them fell asleep wrapped around each other and their new charge.
"You didn't," Natsu tells her. She looks up into his eyes and sees a certainty there that eases the weight pressing down on her chest. "You got taken away. You wouldn't have left on purpose. And you came back."
Another tear falls. "But I didn't do that on purpose either. I never would have gotten back if you hadn't shown up to save Edoras--"
"That's the whole point," Natsu interrupts. "If I'd have known where you were, I would have gone to get you back the second you left." Lisanna wholeheartedly believes that, even knowing that it would have been impossible. "And you would have done the same for me, right? But I didn't know, because I wasn't there. So I decided something."
Lisanna isn't sure that she'll ever be able to stop crying, for a growing host of reasons. She squeezes his hand and smiles through her tears and says, "Tell me."
Natsu takes her other hand, too. "I decided we have to get married."
…Lisanna doubts she ever could have expected that. "I don't - why?" It seems as good a place to start as any.
"Because that way," Natsu says with authority, "you'll be mine, and I'll be yours, and we'll be together, and that means that if something happens to one of us, we'll know for sure. So marry me, okay? Because the next time you leave is going to be even worse if I’m not there to bring you back. And--" he falters for a moment, looking down intently at their twined hands. "And I don't want to miss anything this time. I'm still mad about all the times you smiled that I didn't get to see."
But when he looks back up, Lisanna isn't smiling. She's just trying to hold it together, but his troubled expression undoes her completely and she flings herself into his waiting embrace and sobs into his scarf for what feels like all the years she was gone.
Finally, spent and enveloped in Natsu's warmth, Lisanna sniffles a pitiful last and promptly thumps her fist into his shoulder.
"Ow," Natsu protests, and Lisanna sighs because she knows that couldn't possibly have hurt. "What--"
"I'm not going to marry you, moron," she says, and pulls back to look up at a face so bewilderedly heartbroken that she almost apologizes for hitting him. "Natsu, I'm seventeen, and my family would murder you. Not to mention what Erza and the master would do."
Natsu looks as exasperated as she's ever seen him. "I didn't say now, idiot. Happy says we're supposed to date first. Besides, I haven't even gotten your ring yet."
Lisanna pauses to take that in, and then laughs, because it's Natsu and there's no way she couldn't. "Okay, okay, we can do that." She knows she's blushing and hopes he won't say anything about it.
He doesn't. It's honestly a little surprising. "Good," he says instead. His smile seems accomplished, and he wraps his arms a little tighter around her back. "But you have to marry me eventually."
"We can cross that bridge when we come to it," Lisanna tells him, because she doesn't want to have to go back on her word, but when it comes down to it she doesn't really believe she'll ever have to. "But while we're here, you should probably kiss me, so it's an official agreement."
"Oh, yeah," Natsu says brightly. "That part we should do right now."
And they do.