- Disclaimer: Fairy Tail is owned by Hiro Mashima. I only own the story. -
The guilds doors burst open to reveal a tall figure in a dark cloak. Blood dripped down from underneath the cloak leaving a small puddle on the ground. The noisy people of the guild, who had partied and brawled just moments ago, where quiet now. All of them looked at the person, who just came in.
The person entered the guild hall, slightly hobbling. Under his cloak he seemed to carry a small bundle. While walking he left a small trail of blood on the ground. It seemed he wanted to get to the back of the guild, the infirmary. The sky haired Dragonslayer, a small girl and skilled healer approached the figure without hesitation. She didn't bother if it was a unfamiliar person, until now. The person seemed to be injured, really bad, so she couldn't help it. She wanted to help the one. The person put up a hand clothed in a, to the guild well known, metal clad glove and pushed back the hood of his cloak. They came to see the spiky raven hair of the Iron Dragonslayer. Bruises and small cuts were shattered all over him. His crimson eyes wandered around, before he started walking again, until he saw Wendy who now rushed to his side, ready to heal his wounds the best she could.
"I'll heal you Gajeel-san." she said with a terrified look. The older dragonslayer looked awful. His nose seemed broken one of his eyes was swollen, so he seemed to have trouble keeping it open. He poured blood from a dozen places, from his face alone. She didn't want to even imagine what it looked like under the dark, and as she was able to see now, blood stained, cloak. He had stopped in his tracks, waiting for the small girl until she stood by his side. Gajeel shook his head slowly at her words. But his body, his legs in particular, gave up on him, and he collapsed on his knees. With the hand they had already seen he stopped his body to fall over. Several guild members took a stand now. The petite script mage had literally jumped to her feet. The fire dragonslayer approached the black haired man. All of them shocked by the heavy scent of blood, which hung around the guild, noticeable for all the dragonslayers, even Laxus who sat at a table at the far end of the hall. Under his knees a small puddle of blood soaked his white pants red, making Wendy worry even more. "No." the Iron Dragonslayer said, making everyone looking at him, even the bookworm, who approached them, stopped dead in her tracks. Some of them thought he said that out of pride. Others were sure he had turned completely insane now. Either way, he needed medical treatment.
Gajeel moved under his cloak, using his free hand to brush it aside some, to reveal the small bundle he held gently in his arms, unusual for the gruff and rude dragonslayer. The sky dragonslayers eyes widened in shock. In the tall mans arms, there was a small dark brown cat with a white muzzle and round ears, severally wounded, his eyes closed forcefully, grabbing Gajeels shirt lightly with one small paw in pain. His dark tail touched the ground now and he was breathing heavily. He was the cause of the blood dripping on the ground. PantherLily, the Iron Dragonslayers Partner and beloved cat. "Treat him first."
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