I do not own Fairy tail Hiro mashima does
Natsu awoke to a certain blue cat choking on a hairball. Happy was in the kitchen coughing away as Natsu came in, rubbing his eyes.
"Happy, you really need to find a better time to do this," Natsu said sleepily. He walked over to gently rub his friend's back.
The little exceed finally finished 10 minutes later, and the pair started talking about this and that as they proceeded toward their guild. Turning onto the main road; happy and Natsu walked a few feet forward, or in Happy's case flew, and nearly fell off the edge. Happy managed to grab Natsu by the scarf in time to save him from falling into the path created by the Gildarts shift.
"that was close, wow I guess we missed the announcement of the Gildarts shift…" suddenly Natsu's mind clicked
"Gildarts is back!" the two friends shouted. Happy grabbed Natsu by the vest and the pair landed on the path softly. After Happy set Natsu down the exceed and the dragon slayer sped toward the guild at a rate that would earn them a ticket on a magic chariot. A few meters from the guild Natsu stopped. He smelled something unfamiliar, three things to be precise, and blood, lots and lots of blood.
He ran in fearing the worst, not taking the time to notice a detail missing that falsified his fears, the sounds of battle. As Natsu entered his flames at the ready he looked for the source of the strange smells. Pinpointing the source, he realized that it was in the middle of a great crowd of his guild mates, none of whom were hurt.
"What happened!? Why do I smell blood!" Natsu exclaimed panicking. A few of his friends turned to look at him and Lucy peeled herself away from the huddle to walk toward him. Her eyes glistening, but not with their usual shine, Natsu noted is she… crying? She had been helping Gildarts with a mission he had taken, an extremely strange thing for the strongest mage in the guild. Gildarts had explained that he needed the celestial mage since she was the only celestial mage in the guild and thus the only one who could handle helping a certain spirit stuck in the real world. Apparently a new key wasn't the only thing they had brought home.
Lucy hugged her friend, Boyfriend she thought correcting herself, they had started dating a few weeks ago, she was still having to correct her own terminology. She reached down and gently squeezed his hand calming him, and she began to lead him to the center of the huddle.
As they squeezed their way through the smell of blood grew stronger, and a blue blur flashed in the corner of Natsu's vision. Happy's cheeks were bulging as he flew toward the men's room. Having reached the center of the circle, Natsu nearly followed suit; swallowing hard as two unfamiliar figures lay barely breathing on a table the first was a little girl probably no older than Wendy, though her figure was far different. She wore a hoodie with a V-neck collar. The base of the V revealed a dark toned scar, the blood soaked hoodie was torn toward the stomach, and three parallel scratches marred the girl's pale stomach flesh. What managed to tear his gaze from the scratches was the movement he noticed to her right. A black and white banded tail, twitching erratically. On her left was the sky dragon slayer herself Wendy, tending to a second figure, a woman obviously older, one pant leg torn off to mid-thigh. Any wound that had been there had been healed, and Wendy's magic slowly closed a large gash on the woman's head.
As the woman lay still teeth clenched, the tear in her wing was stitched back together, the scales on the supporting portion of the wings a shiny sapphire color, her tail, which was covered in similarly colored scales was bent in an awkward angle, possibly broken. Wendy was starting to show signs of magic depletion. Her eyes drooped and she stopped working.
"I'm out of magic, why now of all times!"
"It's ok thanks for trying," a new voice said. Natsu couldn't see the source of the deep caring voice. As he looked around his eyes once again settled on the little girl, and an Idea popped into his head.
"I have an idea!" Natsu exclaimed igniting his finger.
"Wait Natsu! You'll burn her!" Lucy said as he slipped his other hand from hers.
"That's kinda the point," Natsu said, and before anyone could stop him he carefully placed his still burning finger over the wounds on the girl's torso. The acrid smell of burned skin filled his nostrils, unpleasant but necessary. The unconscious girl felt nothing as the flame cauterized the wounds, but her catlike left ear twitched, white fur shining from black hair, contrasting the other covered in midnight black fur.
An unfamiliar figure rose from next to the woman Wendy had cared for. He towered over Wendy, his left arm bled from a similar slash to what had been on the little cat girl. At his side a sword that rivaled some of Erza's largest hung from his belt. Emerald scales covered dragon wings and tail, and his figure seemed as if made from Gajeel's iron. He inspected Natsu's handiwork, and turned to the young fire mage, his face was kind and a silent thanks in his expression. He reached out his hand, and Natsu shook it.
"thank you, I had almost feared the worst for my little Orao. What's your name fire-san?" He said, a deep respect in his voice.
"I'm Natsu Dragneel," Natsu replied.
"Well met Natsu, I am Doragon," The man stated. As Doragon turned to care for Orao, Natsu blurted the most inappropriate five words that could possibly be said for the situation.
"You look strong! Let's fight!"