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Beastly Possession	By : Rhov Category: +. to F > Fairy Tail Views: 26740 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: Fairy Tail is the property of Hiro Mashima. I make no money, I just do this for my own pleasure.

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Disclaimer: Mangaka like Fairy Tail's Hiro Mashima are only human. They get sick. They need mental breaks. They have a social life. Oh wait...no they don't. Well, I do. So although I'm not the great Mashima-sensei, perhaps you'll forgive me when a chapter of this fanfic is late.

Chapter 21

Smells of Home, Smells of Danger

Natsu recognized the scent of melliferous honeysuckles and creeping vines of flowering blackberry bramble overtaking a copse of young oaks. On an updraft came the swirling redolence of larkspur, daisies, coneflowers, primroses, foxglove, yarrow, cosmos, columbine, poppies, and his favorite: snapdragons. Wafting just above this wildflower wonderland, he sniffed a flowering magnolia tree.

To the west, three leagues at least, he smelled the sharp scent of a pine forest, and to the east came the whiffs of a sheep pasture covered in clovers, with the stale fetor of a pond used by mallards. Then, like a foggy effluvium, Natsu's sensitive nose picked up the sooty smell of smoke from a nearby farmhouse. He smiled at the thought of a crackling fire, billowing smoke, the amber glow of burning things...all the peaceful thoughts that smoking wood evoked in the fire dragon slayer.

Pricking this bouquet of nature, like an ugly thorn on a graceful rose, came the tang of duck droppings, the territorial marking of a hound dog upon a nearby road marker, and dry stench of the dusty road under him where a horse had dropped its load at least eight hours ago.

Just one more day until we reach home. One more day!

This unique blend of scents cued Natsu into his location better than any map, so he could keep his eyes closed as he suffered the seemingly never-ending ride aboard Erza's rickety cart. How many days had they been traveling? He lost track, too sick to care. This was the worst trip of his life!

The only joy was having Lucy nearby. When he peeked an eye open again, he saw her by the cart, like a golden guardian angel. It comforted him just knowing her smell was nearby, that unique fragrance that was purely Lucy Heartfilia, not the vanilla bath oils and weird shampoo perfumes she used to hide that sour-sweet muskiness. On a long journey like this, when her only bath was a dip in some nearby river, those cloying fragrances were gone; only her gentle and natural aroma remained. That muskiness, that eau de Lucy, was a balm alleviating any sickness.

Well, that is until they hit a bump in the road. Then all of his breakfast came up once more. He grabbed the bucket the group had given him and puked violently.

"Natsu?"

Lucy's worried voice rang in his ears, along with pounding drums of pulsing blood and an annoying ringing buzz that deafened him to everything else. Acid seared his nose, burning away the flowers, the magnolia tree, the pines, the pond, the chimney smoke, the ducks, the horse droppings, and Lucy's familiar aroma. All he smelled now was gastric juices mixed with whatever it was he managed to eat for breakfast.

Just as he thought he was going to vomit again, the cart came to a stop. He moaned and fell flat to the ground, a melted puddle of sickly flesh, utterly exhausted, defeated by his greatest weakness. He prayed in thanks to any god that would listen. Finally, a rest!

However, he did not hear the clattering of Gray setting up a camp, or Mirajane asking what everyone wanted for lunch. It felt too early, anyway. Not that Natsu cared if they stopped early, but he knew the sun was not quite overhead.

The group around him stood still, and somewhere in the midst of vomit fumes, Natsu smelled the pheromones of fear. He peeked one eye open, all he could manage. Up ahead, Wendy had raised her hand to halt them all. To the side, he saw Lucy with a hand on her whip. Erza was directly in front of him, since she was the one pulling the cart, but she had a hand on the hilt of her sword.

Natsu's sickness affected all of his senses now. Lucy became three Lucys, which made Natsu laugh weakly. Hmm, three Lucys! He had seen three Lucys before, but he never thought of the advantage of there being three of her and one of him. What would he do with three Lucys?

Then he heard Gray speak and looked over to him. Three Grays. Natsu grumbled at that hallucination. It meant three times more ice bastards to beat up.

He heard voices, but his ears were buzzing with dizziness and nausea, so he caught only a few words. Wendy said something about strange smell; Gray asked a worried question, but Natsu heard only the word beast; then Mirajane spoke firmly, but Natsu only heard the most important word: fight.

Natsu opened his mouth to try to speak, but he felt another wave of vomit shoot up through his throat. He swallowed it down, willing the acidic surge to retreat back into his stomach.

Happy's words fluttered down to him. "Don't worry, Natsu. We'll protect you this time."

Protect? A fight? A beast? Somewhere in his addled brain, Natsu recalled what Lucy said about there being another beast. What did she call it? A feral dragon slayer? That was the creature murdering citizens. Natsu hoped that was the beast who almost killed Lucy, because if it was him that night...

For some reason, in his blurry vision slowly going black, he saw Lucy in the hospital. He saw her room when Natsu went to investigate, and all the blood splattered over her blankets. If that had been some other creature, then Natsu could channel his anger into fighting; however, if that had been him that night...if it had been his hands that ripped Lucy apart so brutally...

No! He loved her. As sickening as it was, the beast within him loved her as well. He would never hurt Lucy!

Yet he had.

Why was he worrying about that right now? His friends were about to fight! Yet Natsu's brain was still spinning and swaying. He was remembering the night of the gala party, finding Lucy in that dark museum-like room, stalking toward her, knowing what the beast within wanted, and hating that he wanted it too, deep down inside. And then, waking up to see her crying, her dress ripped, himself thrusting into her, and blood...more blood. Her first time, and the beast had stolen that from Natsu, sadistically leaving him only with the aftereffects and the immense guilt of knowing, beyond any doubt, that it had been his body that hurt her.

Then he remembered Lucy in the cave, how she soothed his doubts, calmed that inner rage, and opened her arms to him. Such a sweet, gentle, sensual memory! The vision of her erotic face calmed Natsu's stomach, loosened the twisting sickness, moving that tightness southward. Being aroused was better than being nauseous.

He felt a little better simply by thinking of Lucy. He would apologize properly once he was cured. He would ask Lucy out on a date, do things right, laugh with her and kiss her goodnight like a normal couple.

Freed had given him lots of advice, as well as suggestions that Natsu eagerly listened to late at night, when everyone else was asleep. Freed was surprisingly a romantic, all for candlelight dinners, roses, and love poetry. The best Natsu could do was a haiku, but he would write the very best one in the world for Lucy.

Sweet like summertime

Your fragrance, like flower fields

Blossoms in my mind

Okay, that wasn't the best, but it was a start.

Dates and roses and poems came later, though. For now...a fight.

Natsu just wished the world would stop tipping and twirling, messing up his thoughts, distracting him with random pleasantries. He wanted to see straight, hear properly, and get the stench of puke out of his nose so he could smell whatever enemy was approaching. If they were going to fight...

Really, what could he do?

He was stuck in a cage, and there was no way the group would risk letting him out. Natsu wasn't even sure if he trusted himself! If he got into a fight and the beast suddenly took control, he might kill any enemy, and then turn violent on his friends. The beast had tried to attack Gray already. It had ravaged Lucy. Freed had warned that he would not hesitate to kill Natsu if he escaped the runes and went on a rampage. He dreaded to know what that foul creature might do against a truly strong opponent like Erza and Mirajane. Plus, the beast was a danger to Wendy, a demonic creature exuding some primal smell that could potentially trigger the little girl into also transforming. He didn't want that! Not for Wendy!

Trees up ahead rustled. He heard Erza unsheathe her sword and shout. His ringing ears heard her voice clearly.

"Why are you here? What are your intentions?"

Natsu tried to raise his head to see who the intruder was, but a wave of nausea swept over him. The pounding in his head got louder. He could not hear the enemy's response, but he heard Lucy gasp.

"No! Why would you even think of doing that?"

"Bastard," growled Gray.

Wendy's piping voice yelled, "Meanie! Leave Natsu alone."

Next was Freed's analytical voice. "You are clearly outnumbered. Leave now."

"We don't wish to fight," Mirajane pleaded.

Natsu heard a laugh that chilled him. He knew that sort of laugh. With every bit of his remaining strength, he pushed himself up just enough to raise his head and squint past the barrier of bodies. Although Erza's armor and Gray's naked torso partly hid it, Natsu saw the person facing them now.

"You," he rasped out weakly. "Why..."

A sardonic grin with pointy canines gleamed in the sunlight. Blue eyes twinkled with mischief, and an eyebrow lifted in wry amusement, making a scar twist slightly. As he stood there, Sting Eucliffe's blond hair ruffled in the breeze.

"Good morning, Natsu. I'm here to kill you."

End of Chapter 21

A/N: Have you ever found yourself writing the perfect cliffhanger, but then realizing you're only one page into the chapter? That's what happened. After being utterly stuck with writer's block for a month, I managed to finally think of a way to write this scene only to create a perfect moment of dramatic tension...one page in! I pushed myself into lengthening this chapter; thus, my obsession with wildflowers shows up again. So, not a lot happens here, but maybe you'll forgive me and wait for the impending confrontation.
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