The Guardian and The Priestess

Treaty

There was a sudden breeze coming from my window in the middle of the night, forcing me to sit up.

I rubbed the sleep off of my eyes and stretched.

"Good morning, Luce!" Natsu grinned, coming from my window.

I shrieked and threw him a pillow.

He's been literally barging in my room for sleep, months and months now.

"What are you doing here, you creep! You scared the daylights out of me!" I screeched and he chuckled.

He freaking almost killed me, and HE JUST CHUCKLED?

I glared at him and he casually sat on my bed, with Happy clinging on his shoulders.

"What do you want, Natsu?" I grumpily questioned.

"Couldn't sleep." He shrugged, carelessly.

"So, you decided to bother me?" I scoffed, eyeing him in disbelief, and crossed my arms in annoyance.

"Walk with me?" he offered his hand, smiling.

I deliberated for a moment and sighed.

I took his hand and he flashed me a wide toothy grin.

He positioned Happy on my bed and we snuck out of the room.

We walked towards the kitchen, careful not to wake anyone up.

I made tea and sandwich for both of us.

We ate in silence.

Then, we heard clashing noises and we slowly approached a room.

The training room.

Who the heck will train in the middle of the night?

We slowly peeped on the door to find Erza and Jellal, exchanging knockbacks.

Erza has her sword and Jellal has his tomahawk.

Erza flew all over the room, while Jellal speeds through the corners.

It was funny watching Erza getting dizzy with Jellal's swift move.

Heck, my vision's barely keeping up, with his swift motions.

Indeed, a free-running and parkour master, Jellal.

They would exchange blows from time to time, and both of them were breathing heavily.

Both of them refuses to give up.

They clashed some more and finally Erza knelt in exhaustion.

Using her holy sword as a foundation to hold her ground, she panted and struggled to get up.

An assassin could actually catch up with an angel.

No wonder, he could massively annihilate multiple elem-

No.

Never mind.

He only did that to survive.

That's his skill, though.

I refuse to judge him.

He's a nice person!

I refuse to entertain negative thoughts!

Jellal slowly walked to Erza.

He's face shadowed, and his tattoo below his eye is covered.

His expression unreadable.

Raising his tomahawk a little, gesturing to position his blade on Erza's neck.

I panicked.

I was about to push forward, when Natsu hugged me from behind and covered my mouth to prevent a scream to slip.