(Gray's P.O.V)
Everything around me was a blur, and I can feel the back of my head hurting. Getting up, I put both my hands for support, and realized that beneath me, was all ice cold. Mist swirled around me, and they stung my eyes. I scanned the horizon, and noticed a shadowy figure walking steadily towards me. He has white hair which stuck up in angles, and he has black eyes. Realization hit me like a cold stone. It's my best buddy and friend.
Lyon Vastia.
"L-lyon?" I couldn't believe it. My friend. He's supposed to be dead. But, why is he alive here, and walking towards me as if every thing's normal?
I started towards him, my mouth opening to start talking, and before I can do that, he held up a hand to silence me. "I know you've probably a forest of questions to ask me, but I've no time to answer them. I only have a short period of time before I go back to the Lost Stars. Why I'm here now, is because I absolutely need to talk to you about something important."
My buddy smiled sadly at me, all his seriousness disappeared, and replaced by a look of longing. "Remember the day I died?"
After all, it's just a simple question. A harmless one. But when reminded of that, I couldn't help but whince a little. It hurts, the memories of it. Everyday to wake up and know that he's still alive, but realized that he's dead. And he can't do things together with me ever again. Every warm feeling is replaced by a cold lonely feeling. I wonder if this is the feeling how Natsu felt when I killed Lucy in front of him. I'm such a heartless monster.
I forced the words to be dragged out of me. "Yes, I..do." pain hit my heart again.
"It's half a good thing and a bad thing. Good? I can watch you from above and guide you. Bad? I can't be physically here with you." His face showed some agony, but it was quickly gone. "Even though I'm with the Lost Stars now, I can't talk to you. I can only talk to you in your dreams."
He shook himself. "Onto the topic of why I'm Here. I came because I thought you needed help. I saw that you met your worst enemies, and I'll help you. Plus, look at this image." He clicked his fingers. A blurry picture took place, and two figures appeared. One has pink spiky hair...and one with blonde hair. Natsu and Sting?!
Sting's eyes were dilated, and he was creeping out Natsu, by the look of his face. Sting is creeping closer and closer, and Natsu is shifting away. When Sting finally pounced, the whole vision faded away into the milky atmosphere.
My instincts acted by itself in impulsiveness. "N-Natsu! I need to save him!" I began to hurry away, and I suddenly felt one cool hand on my arm. It was Lyon. "Wait! Not yet! There's something else I needed to tell you!"
I faltered for a bit, and glared at my buddy with hot onyx eyes. "What is it?"
He totally ignored my annoyance and anger. He began to talk in a farway voice, and his eyes lost in the memories of some kind.
"One night of blood,
Our sight in red,
Our only way of getting out
Is to bathe in holy death."One night of blood..? Bathe in holy death...? What's that? I consider for a moment, with his eyes on me, which makes me feel uncomfortable. A light bulb tinged in my head, and I suddenly felt like I solved the hardest puzzle in the world. "I get it!"
He smiled. "I knew you would. Now, use it to save Natsu. And save your own life."
A comforting Lullaby washed over me, and smiling back, I closed my tired eyes and let sleep take over.
"Good luck, my best friend and bud."
(Natsu's P.O.V)
I screamed in fear when he leaped onto me.

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Errant Souls •Gratsu• (Older Version)
Fanfiction(Previously titled as "Psychotic Love") Natsu is a Journalist. For all his entire years as a travelling journalist, he had braved through haunted schools, creepy houses, and scary mansions, and he had lived to tell the tale. One day, when all of a...