MHA; Natsu Dragneel!

Chapter 13: Fairy Tail!

In the Kingdom of Fiore, the air within the Fairy Tail guild was thick with an oppressive gloom. The usual vibrant energy that defined the guild had been replaced by a stifling sadness, as if the very walls had absorbed the collective sorrow of its members. Lucy sat slumped over a weathered wooden table, her forehead pressed against the cool surface, her shoulders trembling with unshed tears. The light that通常 illuminated her eyes was extinguished, replaced by a deep, abiding melancholy.

Gray, with his arms crossed, stood nearby, his breath visible in the suddenly chilly air. "Why does it feel so cold in here all of a sudden?" His voice was rough, as if the cold had seeped into his very bones.

Wendy, her usually bright eyes dulled by sorrow, looked up from her seat. "Maybe if you put on some clothes, you'd notice less of the cold," she deadpanned, though even her teasing remark lacked its usual warmth.

Mirajane, her voice soft and laden with sorrow, sighed from behind the bar. "It's not just you, Gray. I think everyone feels it. This... coldness isn't natural. It's something else." Her eyes swept over the guild, taking in the somber faces of her comrades.

Erza, her usual stoicism cracked by the weight of their loss, narrowed her eyes. "It's strange indeed. It's summer, yet everyone feels cold. It's as if something—or someone—is missing."

Lisanna, her voice trembling, let out a deep, ragged breath. "Who would've thought... the guild would feel this empty with just one person gone?" Her eyes, brimming with tears, sought comfort in the table beside Lucy's. "I swore I wouldn't cry. He's not dead. He's out there somewhere. Alive."

Elfman, his throat tight with unshed tears, tilted his head back, his eyes fixed on the ceiling. "I'm a man," he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. "I can't cry. Natsu wouldn't want us to cry."

The guild fell into a heavy silence, the weight of Natsu's absence hanging over them like a storm cloud that refused to dissipate. Conversations about him began to swirl through the room, each word a reminder of the void he left behind.

"He went on that mission with Lucy and Happy… But they never expected a vortex like that to appear." Cana said with a sad look.

"A vortex..." Gray's voice was barely above a whisper. "It was like something out of a nightmare."

"That's when Natsu..." Lisanna's voice cracked, her words faltering as the painful memory resurfaced. "He saved them. He threw Lucy and Happy out of danger, but..." She trailed off, the grief still raw. "In the end, the vortex took him and Happy."

Erza's hand clenched into a fist, her knuckles white with the strain of unspoken emotion. "Natsu sacrificed himself. And for what? We don't even know where he is. That vortex—it was like it swallowed him whole."

As the guild sank further into their grief, the large double doors of the guild suddenly creaked open. All eyes turned to the entrance as Makarov, their master, strode in with a purposeful gait, a rolled-up mission paper in one hand. His presence, normally a source of comfort, now seemed almost regal as he surveyed his grieving family.

"What's with this miserable atmosphere?" Makarov's booming voice cut through the silence, his tone both stern and filled with a hint of the old magic that had always kept them going. "Since when was Fairy Tail ever this quiet?" His eyes swept over the room, lingering on Lucy and Lisanna at the table, Elfman gazing at the ceiling, and Gray standing with a scowl on his face. "It's like a funeral in here, and I'll have none of it!"

Erza straightened, her spine stiffening with a new resolve. "Master... it's hard to focus. Natsu's disappearance... it's more difficult than I thought it would be."

The others nodded in silent agreement, their usual fire dimmed by the loss of one so integral to their guild.

Makarov's lips curled into a knowing smile. "No mood for missions, huh?" His eyes gleamed mischievously, a spark of the old Fairy Tail spirit igniting within him. "Not even if that mission was to save Natsu?"

The room froze, every guild member suddenly alert. Eyes widened, hearts raced, and whispers of hope spread like wildfire through the crowd.

"Save Natsu?" Erza's voice was shaky, but filled with a new, determined hope. "What do you mean?"

Gray's usually stoic expression softened, a glimmer of hope kindling within him. "What do we need to do?"

Lisanna, her eyes bright with unshed tears, stood up so quickly her chair nearly toppled over. "We need to move now! Natsu's waiting for us!"

The guild, once a picture of sadness, had transformed in an instant. Where despair had lingered, now hope reigned supreme. Everyone clamored to action, their faces filled with purpose and energy. Mirajane's gentle smile returned, Elfman clenched his fists in determination, and even Lucy, who had been sunk in depression, lifted her head, her eyes filled with renewed resolve.

"Well, Master?" Erza asked, her eyes shining with the intensity of a thousand missions. "What's the plan?"

Makarov chuckled, his voice filled with the confidence that had always led them through the darkest of times. "I knew that would get your attention. Get ready, everyone. We're going to get our boy back."

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Back in the world of My Hero Academia, Natsu stood in the courtyard of the USJ training facility, his gaze fixed on the sky above. The wind gently rustled his pink hair, bringing a quiet calm to his normally fiery demeanor. There was a strange stillness in the air, as if the very universe was holding its breath.

Happy, perched on Natsu's shoulder, glanced at his partner with a puzzled look. "Natsu? You okay? You don't seem like you're paying attention to the training."

For a moment, Natsu remained silent, lost in thought. Then, in a low, quiet voice, he asked, "Happy... how long has it been since we came to this world?"

Happy tilted his head, thinking for a moment before answering. "About three years, give or take."

Natsu's brow furrowed slightly, a flicker of uncertainty crossing his face. "Do you think time passes the same way here as it does back in Fiore? Could a day here be like a year there? Or maybe the opposite..."

Happy blinked, unsure of what to say. "I don't know... maybe. Time is weird. But... why are you asking?"

Natsu closed his eyes for a brief moment, then opened them again, a quiet determination in his gaze. "I don't know why... but I have this feeling. Our friends... they're coming for us. We're going back to the guild, Happy. We're going home."

Happy's eyes widened in surprise, but then he smiled brightly, his tail twitching with excitement. "Aye, sir! We'll be back with the guild in no time!"

Just then, the lights in the USJ flickered, and the wind that had been gentle moments ago began to pick up, swirling around them with an almost eerie intensity. A strange, almost foreboding feeling washed over the area, and both students and teachers paused, sensing something was amiss.

The training session halted as Aizawa glanced around, his eyes narrowing. "Something's not right..."

As the wind howled, Natsu remained still, his gaze unwavering, his heart certain. The time had come.

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