Berserk Chapter 16, a fairy tail fanfic | FanFiction
Berserk. Out of control with anger. This is what Natsu was born to be. A warrior soaked in blood. A murderer. This is what Pergrande turned him into. Taken at a young age by the King, Natsu is a soldier of the Royal Army, a creature of rage and violence—a weapon. Lucy is a thief from Fiore with a price on her head. Natsu is sent to kill her. When they meet it isn't pretty at all.
Natsu’s shoulder bumps against hers when he slides down beside her, armor making a low grinding sound as it scrapes against the rock behind them. She doesn’t look at him, just keeps staring across from where they sit, gaze locked on the solid rock before them. The wind howls as it whips by, ruffling Lucy’s hair. It catches on her lips, but she barely notices, expression blank as she stares and stares, heedless of the biting cold that’s surrounded them sometime during the night.
The fire flickers, beginning to burn low, and beside her, Natsu sighs. He glances sideways at her, expression softening as he sees her lost expression. He slides in a bit closer, until his thigh is pressed tight against hers and he has to slip an arm around her shoulders to hold himself steady beside her. She doesn’t acknowledge him, and Natsu whines lowly when she shivers, freezing and not knowing it.
He tucks her close against his side, the length of her torso pressed tight against his, his palm rubbing up and down her arm, friction helping to heat her chilled skin. Suddenly, she shivers against him, inhaling sharply and finally seeming to take notice of the cold. Lucy curls in on herself, bringing her knees close to her chest, free arm wrapping around them loosely. Her hands tremble violently, fingers shaking so badly he’s afraid they might just break off, one by one.
She surprises him by turning to face him slightly, angling herself towards him before dropping her head to rest against his collarbone. He hisses through his teeth, her ear so cold it burns as if presses to his warm skin. Natsu snarls at the cold, wishing he could chase it away from her, but it persists, creeping closer, heedless of Natsu’s warning.