Errant Souls •Gratsu• (Older Version)

A Perfect Ending

(Natsu's P.O.V)

Years had gone by since the time when I had given up my job of being a journalist. Even though being one is tough work, simultaneously, you still get to explore and learn many new knowledge. If it not for the fact that I became a journalist, I wouldn't have met my true mate.

I paddled around the Asylum, trying to take my mind of things. I passed by a room marked, "office". I hesitated. The last time I entered this room, was when I first heard of and met Rogue. Should I enter again?

The door creaked in protest as it moved stiffly. I peered in, trying to squint my eyes better, but from my last experience, I learned that I should give up on trying to see what lay ahead. Darkness closed in, trapping me like a cornered mouse. I swallowed down all my doubts, and entered, taking one footstep at a time cautiously.

A sudden flickering swiftly caught my eye, and I stopped. Immediately, I recognized who it was. Calling out softly, I whispered, "Rogue? Is that you?"

Silence. And more slience. I was beginning to think that I mistaken it for imagination, and turned to leave, when a hand grabbed my arm, holding me in place.

I bite back down a rising yell of shock, and I can feel my heart pulse beat strongly against the thin skin of my neck. I swung around, staring straight into two red fiery eyes. Those dark depths glittered with amusement, and my face grew hot. Shaking his hand off, I hissed, "Do you want me to die?"

His answer only came back with a dismissive flick of his hand. I growled, before I stopped myself. A memory slotted into my mind, and I quickly blurted out, on impulse. "What are you doing here?"

He raised his eyebrows, clearly curious, but said nothing. I waited, but he still acted mute. Eye-rolling, I stalked towards the door, and was soon stopped by the sudden sound of his voice. "I wanted to tell you something that you have to know. You must hear this."

Perhaps it's the urgency in his voice or the pleading that made me stop in my tracks and walk back to him. I plonked down, sighing. He must've seen the questioning look on my face, because he started to talk in a slow, yet excited voice. "One thing you have to know first, is that I'm dead." I flicked my wrist irritability at him, and he continued hastily. "And you know that every time something or someone died, their spirits always goes to The Lost Stars?"

This piped my interest. I tilted my head at him, and he move on. "Well, I may have lived there for a long, long time. Often, I would come back to this place, oh, and did you know I was killed here? I died by tripping, and having a broken floorboard stuck deep into my heart. Anyways, people must've known the story about me, and many journalists and reporters came in, only to be killed, too. By you-know-who." I narrowed my eyes at him, and he knew I'm sending him a veiled threat.

"But, it seems that they knew I didn't die by being murdered. They consider me like a God to them or something, that's why they paid a lot of respect to me. Remember the files and documents you found here, with my name on it?" He waved merely at the scattered papers. I nodded, feeling realization hit me like a giant wave. So that's why people write his name!

"Did you know of someone called Sting?" I froze, hands clenched in a fixed position. He noticed my moment of bewilderment, and he carried on, trying to break the awkward silence. "He's my best friend for many, many Years. I was told of his spirit that he apparently got killed brutally." I flinched under his intense gaze, recalling the bloodbath of his death.

I feel bits of my mind piecing together, and I tried to make do of what the situation is, when I heard of a familiar, and comforting Scent drifted over, and less than a second, a voice piped up. "He tried to kill Natsu!"