Natsu Williams
Still humming softly, Natsu washed the dishes until they were squeaky clean and put them on the counter. He wondered what he should do for tonight. Maybe he should just have gone with the second option and slept early so that he could have enough strength to do his work. He had worked hard lately after all. Drying his hands on a white towel nearby, Natsu jumped when he heard a shattering noise behind him.
"!"
Natsu let a surprised cry leave his lips as he turned around to only face a complete stranger. Using both his hands to muffle his startled shout, Nat tried to calm his racing heart down as he observed the stranger with wary eyes. The stranger was a young man, perhaps in his late teens or early twenties. He was slightly taller than Nat, his body was in perfect condition - lean and muscular though not overly so. His skin was pale as though he hadn't bathed under the sunlight for a long time. His hair was as dark as the night sky and straight, unlike his own wavy's golden locks. However, what drew Nat's attention was his eyes. They had two different colors - the left eye was red while the other one was silver. They were deep and mysterious like they had gone through a lot. His facial expression was neutral though surrounding him was a dark aura that made Natsu feel really vulnerable under his unwavering stare.
'What a hottie!' That tiny, annoying voice inside Nat's head giggled girlishly while he was 'checking out' his supposed opponent. 'No, he's not... Maybe he's a robber or something' He whispered softly, scolding the little perverted voice and imagined himself locking it behind a steel door. 'Oh, come on, dude... admit that you find him hot already!' That little voice still rang clearly inside his head and Nat tried to berate it 'No, I don't find him hot or anything!' The voice chuckled and teased him again 'Whatever man...'
Finally being able to shut that inner voice up, Natsu turned his full attention on the intruder, a small part of his mind secretly agreed with his inner voice as his gaze lingered just a few seconds longer than necessary on the young man's handsome face. He torn his eyes away from the mysterious man as he tried to find something to fight back, to defense himself. Unfortunately for Natsu, he had left his journal on the desk which was out of his reach this moment. Turning back into the sink, Nat gripped the nearest frying pan he could find and raised it in front of himself, trying to appear brave. The frying pan was doing a very poor job at assisting him. It was still dripping with water and yellow soap. Obviously, fate didn't want him to be intimidating... or maybe it was just because he was standing in front of such a young man.
However, Natsu wouldn't back down without a fight. He could feel his legs began to tremble slightly under the tension and his hands which were holding the pan were shaking slightly. Nat felt like his body could snap into two under this pressure. Gulping, the young journalist tried to keep his voice steady as well as he could... which, once again, he was failing terribly. "W-who are you?" Nat squeaked out weakly, the fear made it harder to breath and he felt as if someone was squeezing his heart tightly.
Opened his mouth again, Nat tried to speak louder "W-why are y-you here?" Looking around to find an escape, Nat noted in depression that his only exist was on the left side of this man and the other way to get out of this room was to jump down from the fifth floor. And on top of that, he was standing in a corner...Natsu was stuck. His mind began to race, imagine things after things what this dark man would do to him. Maybe he was trying to steal something. However, he would obviously find out that Natsu wasn't rich by any means. Would this man try to... to attack him? Or rape him like some violent crime movies? Would he kill him? He didn't really want to die. At least, not like this. He had even promised his Mom that he would call her later... he couldn't be killed like this.
Natsu had never tried to be anyone's enemy and he had always been a quiet boy even when he was younger so why? What did this man want from him? Looking at the shattering pieces of glass underneath the man's boots, another question came to Natsu's mind. How could this man get in here? His hands were empty and he didn't appear to bring any weapons, not even a knife or a gun. He couldn't obviously get inside Nat's apartment using the front door, Natsu would have heard something if that had really happened. So... how?
"H-How can you b-break into my a-a-apartment?" Natsu finally said, closing his eyes briefly, silently wondered what he had done today to offend God so much that he had given him this kind of luck.
Agarwaen Gaer
It was the lullaby and the shrieking noise that had woken Agarwaen up. He opened his eyes tiredly only to cover them in pain, his vision was blurry at best. Trying to shake off the dizziness, the elf silently wondered why he had heard the beautiful song and why his darker self was trying so hard to get free. However, thanks to the poisons he had drunk earlier, its attempts could be ignored so as long as he focused on his surrounding.
Agarwaen's hands automatically pushed his body up, the strange song was still ringing in his ears. This was new. Usually, if the demon wanted to torture him or something, it wouldn't choose such calming song and usually when he woke up was the time the nightmares ended. So, how was he still hearing the song?
He blinked, still in a daze as he saw a tiny figure sitting in front of him. She was young, he noted with subtle surprise. Not many young ones were still around here after 'that' had happened. Her warm eyes stared at him, unlike the usual blank stares he often received from the corrupted in town. She was singing, too so that meant he wasn't dreaming. his bright mind connected the spots almost immediately and his emerald eyes widened dramatically as he recognized who she really was.
Covering her mouth to prevent the girl from singing and drawing attention to them, Agarwaen whispered urgently "chosen one, please be quiet. You are drawing a lot of unwanted attention!" Walking to the front door that almost never locked since the day he was infected, the elf took out a heavy chain and carefully locked the door, peering his eyes out warily, watching if any wandering Underlings had come near his house. Thankfully, nothing seemed to be disturbed by the stun the Chosen one before him just pulled.
"Chosen one, where is your guardian? Why are you here alone? Please listen to me, you mustn't continue to use your magic. They can sense it!" Agarwaen spoke again, all exhaustion suddenly evaporated as he stared at the hope of this land - a truly uncorrupted human being - so tiny and looking so weak and at the same time, had such pure magic that she could drive the monster inside him away if only temporary. Maybe not all was lost after all. He just hoped she wouldn't be the only one to help them. If that was the case, she would have many, many patients to cure.