"More coffee miss?"
A gentle voice disjoined the young woman back into the reality of now. A scent of caffeine and bread swelling throughout the area of a simple, yet, comfortable diner that surrounded her current range of sight. Sunlight crept through the narrow glass of the neighbouring window, familiar with this place, though neglected of its name. "Are you alright?" the voice from earlier approached her ears, piercing blue eyes glancing over at the orderly looking human girl. She knew what to say, but the words would not come out. It was as if a bone was lodged into the cords of her throat, firmly kept, yet painfully piercing.
Had she blacked out? For some reason, there was an endeavour just to remember what she was doing here and it scared her that no matter how much she persisted to know, something as painful as the nerve in her throat shunned
every single attempt.
"Whats wrong with you?" another voice pitched in, the unnerved gaze crossing paths with a pair of fiery crimson. The features of a smaller canine settled in, an orange and obviously, not-so-normal fox settled opposite to her in the other seat with his fluffy nine-tails fluttering out behind, "You've been acting strange ever since we left from Minstrel! Don't tell me you're thinking about those
ridiculous ideals of yours again!" the waitress was already gone, mattering over the other customers, though, her attention assured itself on the fox.
"Ideals?" the word came out like a gentle breath, forced, and barely audible. Little orangey could only frown in response to the unlikely behaviour that emanated from his friend — not that he would dare to call her that. "Yeah. Why do you think we're here in this stupid town. You wanted to become stronger for your friends, and here I am, wasting my time with someone who can't even remember what she wanted to do in the first place." grumbling in speech, she was befuddled by the fact it was understandable to know what the fox was saying when the majority of his talk felt like growling.
Wait...
who was this strange creature? And
where was she? Her skull pounded and ached, train of thought hazed and unclear. Something was trying to make her forget, but, what was it? She knew who she was. And she knew that the fox before her, was definitely someone she knew closely. It would've been safe to say that she
also knew why she was in this town too. Aroused suddenly, the wooden chair shrilled back against the floor, figure moving towards the exit of the shop as the door's bell rung out into the air, orangey frantically chasing after her. "H-Hey! Natsu!" and then she stopped.
Who was Natsu? A sickening feeling made way to her chest, achingly tightening.
Was that her name? Pearly whites clenched together, gloved hands fisting into her long vermillion locks — the string within her crown continuing on.
Boom. Boom. Boom. Like a drum it rhythmically went on.
"Natsu—!" the tang of smoke dusted itself into the air, pools of crimson blinking in startle-ment to the close call of a bolt that nearly zapped one of his tails clean off. "What's wrong with you!?" wanting to descend into an utter blabber vest of insults, the little demon was silenced,
"Shut up!" he tensed, and the figure moved away into the crowd, hesitation forming into orangey for the first time. Something was definitely wrong. That was clear to him now. "Wait up!" not willing to lose the girl to the crowd, he kept his sights on the burning locks of vermillion.
There was no destination. All she truly wanted was some silence. To know who she was before the chance was taken from her. When it was struggled to think back, she couldn't even remember her own name.
Natsu felt alien-like to her. Shoving through people, or at least trying to manoeuvre by them, a pair of hands firmly grasped onto her shoulders, forcing her the swiftly moving feet to a halt. "I'm sorry miss, you can't go in here. It's dangerous right now." it was a man, she could tell by his voice. Shrugging him off, she forced her way by, the familiarity of his hand grasping onto her arm this time, "Miss!" he shouted, the pain sharpening in her head.
"Let go of me!" countering him, in a voice just as loud, another bolt of lightning trembled through her arm, literally throwing the guard a few lengths back as the nearby shop stand faced the wrath of his large body, statics of darkness flickering out in remains across the ground and then her hand.
"Tch." booted feet met the sound of water, the voices growing distant as she entered the sewers. "Natsu!" the fox called out, late in at least making her change route as he glanced over the scene where the guard staggered to his feet, the ground charred in the offence of lightning. Large ears tilted towards the shadowy sewer way, concern and irritation laced within the demon's expression as he quickly dashed after her.