Summary: His posture was sagged and toppled but he stood with determination. He was tired. No, scratch that – he was exhausted and drained of any life force that he had left. But he had to fight because he'd been missing for weeks and the only evidence his friends had to go on is the pool of blood he left behind and his shimmering sword necklace caked in red. Rated for language: T.

A/N: I love Fairy Tail. The relationship between the characters is great and I really love how Natsu and Gray treat each other, though at times I do wish Mashima would show more of that…the friendship between those two is really great –they act like they don't like each other but in reality they love each other like brothers. So that is what the story will really focus on! There will be action and fight scenes (It's been a while since I've worked on those but I will try my best). So please enjoy and if you think the characters are a little off please tell me and help!

I am also a little worried on how you all will react to the end, it didn't turn out the best because I thought the character was a little OOC. So I guess we will see if you like it or not. Please leave a review :)

Warnings: Cussing, a little OOC (but I hope not), there might be slight grammar and spelling errors.

Disclaimer: I don't own Fairy Tail, but hell who doesn't want to own it?

Enjoy :D

His posture was sagged and toppled but he stood with determination. As an arm hung heavy by his side, the other hugged the open bleeding gash, which had been wringing out thick blotches of red metallic liquid. Dirt and grime stuck to his sweating bloodstained face, along with bruises. The bruises were a multitude of tones, colors that normally should not be on someone's skin. There were gaudy purple splotches, roughly the size of a fist, while others were more grayish. They covered his upper and lower chest while some housed his arms and parts of his already beaten face. His breath was uneven and strained. Sweat poured down his face in quick rivers, some even snaked into his vision which had already been blotched with black dancing dots. His raven hair clung together with clusters of blood and tossed in a multitude of different direction.

He was tired.

No, scratch that – he was exhausted and drained of any life force that he had left.

Being tired was an understatement to what he was feeling.

But the man in front of him was in a perfectly diverse condition from what he was in. This man stood high above the other. He had a shimmering gold plated cane that had a screeching dragons head at the top and the creatures' body snaked down the shaft that had been painted pure black. His long tailed coat was untouched and still shimmering in the same ungodly color as his top hat, which was a dark green and sat on top of the man's head. A shadow was covering upon the man's eyes and settled on the man's mustache which was curled at the end. A smirk was playing on the corner of his thin lined lips. "I must say," he spoke up, "you have put up a very exciting fight."

"…fuck you," the other spat out blood.

"But if you keep at it," he paused watching the other man sway on his feet, "you will surely lose your life." He spun his cane in the air and finished with it pointing menacingly at the bleeding man. "I need that life of yours. Or at least…what is left of it anyway."

"What…what the hell do you want with me?" The other asked harshly.

"You are the first real mage I have meet that has shown me great potential. I thank you for that."

"What…?" The man tried to adjust his footing but quickly toppled to the side and caught himself on the brick wall, "What the hell does that mean?"

"None of your concern," the cane man replied.

"Like hell it is," and then he lunged forward. His hands came together creating a bright crystal blue light. "Ice-Make: Hammer!"

A large crystalized hammer floated above his opponents' head, it dropped like a dime – swift and deadly. The top hat man gazed up at the speeding hammer, he blinked and the ice shattered. As the ice chunks broke they slowly melted and dissolved into water, raining onto the two characters. "Now, now you must calm down. You are going to exhaust yourself before you land anything on me."

"We'll see about that," the bleeding man brought his hands together. But before he could successfully mold, a hand wrapped around his right wrist and yanked it into the air. A quick gasp of pain came from him as he felt his wrist crack.

"Oh whatever was that?" The top hat man tisked, "We must have a look at that wrist of yours. But I do fear that it will be painful, so sleeping would be the best option don't you think?" Before the Ice Mage could muster out a reply, the man brought down his fist and met it vehemently with the bleeding man's stomach. The Ice Mage toppled over, his knees gave out and his breath hooked painfully. Before he was plunged on the ground, the top hat man bent down and whispered into the Ice Mage's ear. "You will be a beautiful addition to my Ice casters collection. You are top class if I must say. Thank you for that," he began to chortle mischievously, which conducted shudders down the Ice Mage's back.

Now he was on the cold tiled ground. He had his eyes cracked open, the lids hovering on the tips of his dark blue eyes. His breath was unkempt, strained and pained. His blood oozed out of the large gash and was now spreading along the ground, twisting into the cracks and pooling out. He was going to die in his own pool of blood. The thought scared him, but he wouldn't show it. Not to this mad man.

The top hat man looked down at his prize and smiled. This one was special, very special. He put up an amazing fight, not like the others. They seemed to give up to easily. But this Mage, this Ice Mage from Fairy Tail was astounding. Giving a short happy chuckle this man looked up at the starry night sky. The stars twinkled and spun despite the growing light from the East. Yes he would have to get a move on. So he looked back down at his prize and watched as the dark haired Mage fought his exhaustion. He was losing his fight fairly quickly and soon his eyes fluttered shut leaving the top hat man to chuckle and twist his cane happily. "Goodnight, Gray Fullbuster."

A street lamp behind the two characters began to flicker. Its bulb running low and enveloped the two in darkness and as it flashed back to life – the two were gone, leaving behind a pool of thick metallic blood and a shimmering sword necklace.

Natsu was not one for sitting around and sulking, but he was and god did it annoy him. Sure he was sitting around doing nothing because a certain blond Celestial Spirit Mage wasn't there, along with a happy blue cat. Speaking of which he hadn't seen the flying cat since the morning and it was already late afternoon. Sighing, Natsu leaned forward onto the bar and sighed out.

A giggle came from his right, "Are you alright, Natsu?" He looked up and was met with a smiling Mirajane. Natsu grumbled under his breath and let his head fall onto the wooden slab. "I'll take that as a no." Setting down the tray she had been balancing in her hand, Mirajane took a once filled mug and inspected the inside. "Even though your teams not here doesn't mean you can't have fun." Natsu let out a puff of hair and rolled his eyes in disappointment. "Come on, Natsu, it's a beautiful day outside. Why not go for a walk to Lucy's place to see if she's there?" Mirajane gave a smile and left the fire eating Mage.

Sitting up quickly, Natsu got to his feet and smiled at the thought of entertainment. Maybe he could even talk Lucy into a job. A smirk spread upon his lips and he pushed open the doors and placed his hands behind his head as he began walking to Lucy's. But his concentration was shattered as his name was called out.

"Natsu," Chelia Blendy called out. Her hand stretched out into the air and waved slowly, "Natsu!" Turning to the noise, Natsu raised an eyebrow in confusion. Chelia ran up to the Fire Mage and gave a quick glance around, "Do you know where Gray is?"

Pouting in thought, Natsu looked up at the sky and let out a long moan. Now that he thought of it, he hadn't seen that ice pervert in two days. No wonder the Guild was quite. Looking back at the pink pigtailed mage from Lamia Scale, Natsu turned and started towards Lucy's. "Nope, haven't seen 'im."

Stunned for a second, Chelia shook her head out of the thought that the two Mages (Natsu and Gray) were supposedly friends – and close ones at that. "B-But, Natsu, please you must have some idea of where Gray is." She quickly sped to the side of the Fire Mage. "Please."

"Look I haven't seen him in two days, alright." Natsu looked down at the girl as he dropped his arms to his side. He didn't feel like being interrogated by this pink head, and being asked where the stripper was wasn't tipping his excitement bar any more than watching a cat clean itself would. In actuality, he was getting a little worried – wait no he wasn't, why would he be worried? Why would he be concerned about the Ice Mage? Looking towards the direction of Lucy's house, Natsu then turned to look at the other side of the street. Natsu chewed his lip in thought, "Why do you want to know where he is?"

Chelia looked towards the ground, "We haven't seen Lyon in a while…so the guild thought he was visiting Gray."

"Do you know where Gray lives?" Chelia gave a glare. "Right, right, well follow me." Natsu crossed the road and slugged his way to the perverts' house, Chelia in tow.

Now Natsu would say proudly that his nose was the best, a real knockout from everyone else's. He could smell amazingly far and the fact that he could identify the person by their sent from far away was a great help. He didn't really know where this ability came from, maybe from Igneel or he was just born with it. The fact of it was that he could smell very well but sometimes it came as a curse.

Like – for an example – now. He had been on his way to the ice perverts' house, when he was met with a bloody sent. It seemed a few days old, but that wasn't what caught him off guard. It had a familiar sent to it, one that would piss him off just by a simple sniff. But as of right now, he was not pissed, in reality he was pretty concerned that the sent was mixed with the smell of blood. So he picked up his speed towards the exhibitionists' house, though not enough to be noticed by Chelia. However when he came up to an alley between two buildings he stopped and his breath hitched. Turning and flying down the alleyway, Natsu bit back a growl. His hands tightened into fists and his knuckles turned white.

There in the middle of a puddle of dried blood was Gray's sword necklace and a single word written on the side of the building, written in dripping red.

アイス ドラゴン

A/N: Thanks for getting this far! I hope you enjoyed it and leave a review on how you liked it or the improvements that I need to make (nice please). The last part of the story with the different language may be wrong but that is because 1.) I don't know Japanese and 2.) It was translated by google translate. The next chapter will include what the reaction of Natsu and the rest of Fairy Tail, along with a time skip two weeks at the most. We will also get a glimpse at where Gray is and what is going to happen. Thanks for reading!

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