Snowflakes cascading from the heavy clouds above... They were falling onto the world like a heavy white cover, one after another, clouding the lands in a white blizzard. Normally, Natsu loved snow - it was calming and cold, just like his own self, but if there was an aspect of it that was outright unsympathetic to him, it was the lowered visibility it caused during driving. And so, his large, and on first look luxurious-looking black car only got through the snow on the road slowly.<br/><br/>The driver's hands, hidden in a pair of smooth leather gloves, were fixed on the wheel as he drove through the whirling snowstorm. The interior was warm, but he would ignore cold even if there was no heating inside. The white outside was a little blinding, even.<br/><br/>What an uninteresting morning. It was eight o'clock, and he was out for two hours already, nothing but driving, driving, and driving. The storm didn't make it any easier, and so, his patience was slowly getting shorter with every piece of white that passed underneath the wheels. The fortunate part was only that he'd be soon there. And today was his off-duty day... Well, officially. If you were a Spirit Hunter, you were always on duty in case an unexpected attack would occur.<br/><br/>Normally, spirits avoided him. His energy levels were so high and so destructive they weren't willing to attack someone like him.<br/><br/>Today wasn't a normal day, though.<br/><br/>Something rammed into the car from the side, and almost pushed it into the forest by the side of the road. He quickly hit the brakes, causing the whole vehicle to start rotating in large circles, when another heavy hit landed on the side window. It was strong enough to shatter it, and he instinctively raised his arm to protect himself from the glass shards, flying into the interior. Most of them got caught in his coat and bounced off onto the floor... Then something reached through the broken window and grabbed his arm.<br/><br/>He could feel the touch burning his wrist, so strong it created blackened stripes on his glove. His eyes widened, but he ignored the pain, and fired a strong bolt of energy right into the bony hand that held him, blasting it off. Only then the airbags opened, and filled the inside of the car. Natsu pushed them away, tearing the material, and quickly opened the door, stumbling out into the snow. His right hand immediately gripped the handle of his katana, black entwined around white, and he unsheathed it in less than a moment.<br/><br/>Off duty days. What horrible lies.