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...FT...
"Natsu!" Happy screamed.
Everything was ripped apart- the ground, the wall. The audience had to evacuate that part of the stands as rubble was thrown high into the sky and the stands collapsed in on themselves. The Light Mages felt their guts twist in fear as they lost sight of the pink-haired Mage.
It took several minutes for everything to start settling down.
Makarov could only stare in shock as the dust finally settled- revealing an unmoving Natsu. His fists clenched as he couldn't sense anything from the boy.
He didn't even have to look over at his grandson, Laxus had already taken off. The match would be called and if Natsu had any chance of survival he needed help immediately.
It seemed like the others had started to wake from their state of shock when he heard Gray scream, "Natsu!" And he tried to jump down- slamming into the barrier again and again in order to try to get to him, putting incredible strain on what was supposed to be an unbreakable barrier.
Gray's reaction was surprising- but at the same time it wasn't. They fought a lot- but the whole guild knew that they always had each other's backs when needed. Makarov himself was doing everything in his power not to turn into his colossal titan form and rip the whole arena apart. However that did no good to hide the anger radiating off of him- which made even the Fairy Tail guild members back away from him. Have been ones to see how Makarov reacted to his children getting injured.
Happy stood crying, and trembling- not taking his eyes off his friend. Hoping for some sign of life- but the Dragon Slayer was still.
Dallas laughed and walked towards the limp Natsu. "Well I haven't heard my name called as the winner yet so I'm assuming that the fight is still going on." He said with a sneer as he stood over Natsu- then he kicked him, sending him flying and crashing into the wall. Then he walked up to the Dragon Slayer again and grabbed his hair- yanking him up, "Oh what's the matter? Already done?" He snickered and threw him once again into the wall- where Natsu slid down and laid still on the ground. "Cause I'm just getting started." The man sneered and walked towards the unconscious Mage once more.
Team Fairy Tail stood in the stands shaking with anger as they watched their friend- their magical energy reeking of hatred as the man struck him again. That was for the ones who hadn't already taken off ready to go on a rampage.
"Natsu-san!" Sting yelled, "Get the hell away from him!" He yelled- his anger almost sending him into Dragon Force right there in the crowd and slammed into the barrier, "Damn it- let me through!" He shouted then turned to the announcer, "Just call the damn match already you idiot!" He roared.
That seemed to wake the announcer out of his shock, the poor guy getting the daylights scared out of him by a very pissed off Dragon Slayer- but at the same time no one felt the need to apologize. The announcer jumped and stammered, "Th- the winner of the match-" He froze.
Before he could finish Natsu's body gave off a huge pulse of magic energy- freezing the crowd as it passed by.
Sting was about to yell again when the wave passed him by- he looked down at the unconscious Dragon Slayer and stared in shock. Rogue stood next to him and the White Dragon Slayer didn't- couldn't- respond as the Shadow Dragon Slayer mumbled. "Was that Natsu-san?"
Lector trembled, "That can't be-"
Frosch quickly his behind Lector and whimpered, "Frosch thinks so too-"
Makarov froze as the energy passed him by, never before had he sensed such powerful magic- or such dark magic. He swore that not even the Black Wizard Zeref's magic was this evil.
He gritted his teeth and watched Natsu closely, what now?
Suddenly he felt magic in Natsu again- but it was the same magic as before. Dark and cold, not the warm and passionate magic that the Fairy Tail guild had grown used to throughout the years.
For a moment Natsu didn't move- then everybody took notice of a twitch of the Fire Mage's fingers- a moment later he was pushing himself off the ground with a pained groan. The Fire Mage easily stood up, using both arms- as if his left arm hadn't been shattered earlier in the fight.
"Ouch" The Fire Dragon Slayer mumbled as he touched his left shoulder, "You really did beat the crap out of this body." He said, not even bothering to look at Dallas.
Macao leaned forward, "He's up!" He exclaimed, "How the hell- not that I'm complaining-" he rambled- but was interrupted by a takeover mage.
"Something's different." Mira whispered as she stared at the Dragon Slayer with fear in her eyes, "I've got a bad feeling off of him."
Wakuba peeked over, "Off of Natsu?"
"That's not Natsu-" Mira whispered- not taking her eyes off the Fire Mage in the arena.
Macao peeked over at Natsu, he also got a weird feeling off of their friendly (yet destructive) Dragon Slayer. "Then who the hell is that?" He asked- not that anybody could give him an answer.
Dallas stared in shock as the Dragon Slayer picked up his scarf- examining it before putting it aside with a bored look on his face, "That's impossible, you should be dead! Unless-"
Natsu cut him off- not letting him finish, "If I had been anyone else then I would be dead. You should really watch what attacks you use." Then he looked up at Dallas with gleaming red eyes and smirked, "You wouldn't want to kill anyone now would you? These are just games after all." He said in a tone that almost sounded like teasing.
Makarov frowned even deeper, Macao looked over at the Master- sensing that those weren't Natsu's "I'm gonna beat the crap out of you" red eyes that he heard happened in really intense fights- those were much darker. Not to mention that Natsu normally didn't taunt during a fight- he did once he was really into it, but these were also very different. He wasn't trying to pick a fight- he was making fun of someone who had almost killed him.
Despite how wounded Natsu appeared, he walked forward and through the rubble with ease. "I don't really have much time, so I think I'll end this with one attack." He said as he moved his injured shoulder- as if testing if it still worked. He frowned and seemed to be thinking about something as he stepped over a piece of rubble- still moving closer to Dallas.
Dallas laughed, however Natsu didn't even take notice- he still seemed to be lost in thought, or he didn't give a damn as the man spoke. "You idiot! Did you forget that your fire magic is useless-"
Then Natsu moved.
Before anybody could even blink Natsu stood about twenty feet behind Dallas, and a second later everything within ten feet of Dallas exploded in a dark red fire.
Dallas, the wall, the rubble, and even the air itself burned as if the fire itself was angry. The attack didn't last very long- about one second before the flames vanished as quickly as they had first thing appeared.
Makarov and the other Mages felt something was missing from Dallas and the area surrounding him as the flames disappeared.
Dallas collapsed, leaving Natsu the one standing. "But- how-" the Dark Mage gasped.
Natsu didn't even look back at the man, he hadn't even moved from his spot and seemed more interested with the wall he was facing then the wounded enemy behind him. "It doesn't matter what your magic is if you don't have it." Finally Natsu looked back, "I burned all the magic particles out of your body and the area surrounding you." He said as if that explained everything as he walked up and knelt down- keeping his voice quiet enough so the crowd couldn't hear him, "Besides- your magic stops magic." He smirked, "So I didn't use magic."
Dallas paled as he realized who this was- but his throat felt like sandpaper and he was unable to speak, causing the Fire Mage to chuckle, "Not so much fun when you're the scared one is it?"
Dallas remained silent as he trembled in fear.
Natsu stood up and spoke loud enough again so the crowd could hear him, "You might get your magic back- that depends if your body is still capable of restoring itself- so it's a fifty-fifty." He snickered, "Either way it'll take a little while- so I don't think your Dark Guild will keep you around." Then the Fire Mage walked over to where he left his scarf with a sigh and picked up the cloth- but not putting it on- adding to the oddity of the situation.
The crowd remained silent as they took the time to register what had just happened. Oddly enough Makarov stood silently- almost seeming calm as he watched the Dragon Slayer with a slight frown.
"Burning magic particles?" Gray whispered to himself. He stared at the Fire Mage- unaware that Natsu had such a power, or even that speed. He never saw a thing during Natsu's attack. The Flamebrain was fast- but not that fast...
Gray peeked back at Erza and a small exchange of glances told the two Mages that this wasn't their friendly ear-to-ear grinning, flame eating idiot that they had grown up with.
Whoever that person was- whatever was down there was much more dangerous.
"Amazing!" The announcer shouted, "Despite suffering what should have been fatal injuries and was unmoving for several minutes- the winner of the match is Natsu Dragneel!"
The announcer shouted on but Natsu- along with any of the Mage Guilds (light or dark) - ignored him as Natsu quickly and quietly exited the arena slipping on the scarf on the way out.
Makarov frowned- thinking to himself-
...FT...
Natsu stepped into the hallway with a sigh and closed the door to the arena behind him, blocking out the sound of the cheering crowd that was outside. He leaned against the door and looked at his hand with a frown, opening and closing it as if he were testing how it worked.
"You aren't the kid are you?"
Natsu blinked in surprise and peeked over, seeing and intimidating Laxus standing, leaning against the wall- glaring at him. "Who the hell are you?" Laxus asked- shifting so he stood menacingly tall over Natsu.
Natsu smirked, not even the least bit intimidated by Laxus, "Does that really matter? All that matters is that the brat is still alive thanks to me." He pushed himself off the door and took a couple of steps forward, despite his body looking like that it was ready to collapse- if it already hadn't. Laxus frowned and stepped forward. Natsu took no threat in the move and looked ahead as if he was thinking about something (adding to the list of odd things- seeing how their friendly Dragon Slayer rarely thought of anything.). "However, I could only stop the attack from killing him. Any of the wounds he was supposed to get he received. I'd get him to a medic quickly if you want to keep him alive." He said then was quiet once more.
Then the red in Natsu's eyes disappeared and they returned to the Fire Mages normal, friendly onyx ones. Natsu stood for a moment- confused, then his eyes closed and he collapsed, "Son of a-" Laxus cursed, catching him before he hit the ground.
Laxus frowned down at the unconscious Dragon Slayer in his arms. (Not that he wasn't normally frowning- just a different one.)
Now what?
"Natsu!" Happy screamed and flew forward towards his unconscious friend as Laxus laid him on the ground, Laxus moving to make sure that the Fire Mage was still breathing.
Happy landed next to his friend, "Natsu!" He cried and gently touched his friend's arm, trying not to cause the Fire Mage any more pain- but just enough to reassure him that he was still alive.
"Natsu-san!" Sting shoved his way through the forming crowd and slid next to Natsu, he looked over the Dragon Slayer in horror- since he looked much worse close up,"Natsu-san can you hear me?"
"It's no use he's out cold." Laxus said.
Lacrima vision, or distance vision couldn't detail just how bad the Dragon Slayer looked- he was covered in cuts and bruises and his skin was clammy and pale- his scarf was almost a shade darker than his skin. He was breathing heavily- trying to gasp for air and his face was scrunched in pain as his body trembled and he was covered in sweat and blood.
Laxus cursed- knowing that they needed to get him to a doctor, and fast-
"Move out of the way-" Said the familiar stern voice of Erza as she- followed by Gray and Gajeel approached. "We're from his guild." The crowd moved, not wanting to be the target of a clearly pissed off Titania Erza.
Gajeel stood back in the crowd and Gray stood close enough to have a view of his injured rival as Erza knelt down (Sting moving out of the way for her). The first thing she checked was Natsu's pulse- it was weak but it was still there, along with his shallow breathing.
She looked up and down Natsu's body one time- no doubt memorizing every one of Natsu's wounds so she could inflict them on whichever poor sap from Death Cloud happened to cross her path later on.
The Fairy Queen looked like she was calm- except to those who knew her, those who did could practically see panic written all over her face as she looked at the struggling Mage. However, they could also see the anger radiating off of her, telling them to stay back.
It took everything in the world just for Erza not to go and wipe out Death Cloud that moment- mainly telling herself that she needed to be here right now to keep the rest of the guild calm. Because if she lost it-
Then who knows what the rest of the guild may do-
Jura stepped forward- others moving mainly due to his large size. He frowned as he checked the Fire Mage's breathing. "He needs a medic-" He said- pointing out what everybody already knew. Then he looked over as if he noticed something and stood up as the crowd split letting one short, old, and angry man walk through.
"Make a space- it's the Fairy Tail Guild Master," someone spoke up, and for those idiots that didn't notice him a path was made- letting the Master approach. He took one look at Natsu then spoke to Laxus in a tone that didn't let off what he was feeling- which was a good thing at the moment, but at the same exact time it made the old man seem all the more dangerous. Nobody dared look him in the eye as he spoke, "Get him to Porlyusica."
Laxus nodded and picked up his fellow Dragon Slayer, rushing off with a crying Happy and the Master following him, the crowd moved aside for them and Laxus was able to maneuver so no one or nothing would bump into the Salamander- who wouldn't be able to take one more hit.
For a moment nobody else moved, the air itself seemed frozen as everybody took a second to register what had happened.
Then anybody that wasn't in the Fairy Tail Guild slowly took a step away from somebody that was as pure anger radiated off of them. The Guild members remained silent- however their faces screamed murder. Everybody in Fiore- especially the Mages had heard rumors of what Fairy Tail would do if one of their Nakama was hurt- some of them had even seen the sight (or had been the ones that suffered their wrath) and remembered their wish to never see it again...
...FT...
Lucy heard the infirmary doors open and the bustling of people as they rushed in. And the door was left open as the bed next to her was cleared. She could barely understand the Master's voice as he rushed to get Porlyusica.
She didn't get a chance to roll over and see who the person was before they had laid the person down and Laxus had blocked her view. She looked around and spotted the blue fur of Happy, "Happy?" she questioned.
If he was here-
The blue Exceed took one look at Lucy and burst into tears, he flew over as fast as he could- sobbing and slamming into her chest. "It's Natsu!" He wailed, "He's- He's hurt!"
Natsu?
She looked over and was able to catch a glimpse of familiar pink hair. She stared in shock as it ran through her- she was aware that Natsu had a fight today. He had stopped by just before- exactly like he did during the Grand Magic Games. But it was supposed to be exactly like last time- Natsu was supposed to use his anger to completely wipe out the enemy like he always did-
Not end up in the infirmary beside her- what the heck happened? Worry ran through her as Porlyusica rushed into the room. Asking her question, "What in the world happened?"
The members were still in shock- but the Master was still able to speak up, "He was injured in the match."
The medic took one look at Natsu then called over Wendy and Sherria who had been standing in the doorway, they rushed in and Laxus backed off to give them room to heal him. "We need to work fast- worry about the life threatening injuries for now." The Medic said.
Lucy was able to get a look at Natsu's pained face as the Fire Mage struggled to breathe. She stared in shock as she took in the amount of injuries he had- her gut twisting as she registered just how bad of shape he was in and how pale he was- and was getting. Then she looked over at the Master, who stood nearby with a grim look on his face. "Is he going to be okay?"
Makarov kept his eyes on the Fire Mage as he spoke, "He's going to have to fight hard but he'll pull through." Finally the Master peeked over at Lucy- sensing the Celestial Mages worry, "His heart is strong and he's too stubborn to give up- he'll be fine."
Lucy looked over as Natsu took a painful gasp of air and she slowly nodded- her gut still twisted in knots. Then she hugged her crying blue friend.
...FT...
The man in the black cloak frowned at the broken arena far below him. "Is this why you had me heal him?" Koroku asked the man standing in the shadows behind him. "Heal him so he can get several times injured- you really are a sick bastard."
The man was quiet and Koroku peeked back, "Was that what you were looking for?"
"Indeed it was- the seal is starting to weaken- soon it will be broken."
Koroku frowned and looked away, "Yeah- but how?"
The man remained silent once again and Koroku huffed in annoyance, "Fine- keep you secrets you old fart!" He snapped.
"I shall."
Koroku frowned, staring at a piece of rubble far below him- absentmindedly wondering how they were going to fix the arena this time-
Suddenly he turned back. "By the way- shouldn't we be trying to make sure that the seal doesn't break instead of pushing it so it will break faster? Last time I checked that was your job-"
"It is far too late for that."
"Oh for the love of- will you just answer my question already!" Koroku snapped and looked away, "And I thought Zeref was bad with that."
"There is nothing we can do to prevent the seal from breaking now."
Koroku looked back down at the arena- seemingly thinking to himself. After a moment he sat down with a "Tch!" and glared up at the sky, "Dammit."
...FT...
It took several hours of Porlyusica, Wendy, Sherria, and Makarov of healing, medicine, and bandaging before they felt comfortable just letting him rest.
Wendy and Sherria found a bed to get some much needed sleep in. Leaving Porlyusica and Makarov to attend Natsu. Porlyusica checked the brace on Natsu's shoulder one more time with a frown. "We were forced to worry about more serious wounds, so were only able to set the bones back in place. We can support it with healing magic- speeding up the process a bit, but most of it will need to heal on its own. Whatever magic his opponent used it completely destroyed his shoulder and collarbone- I'm amazed that he was able to move, let alone fight." She said as she peeked back at Lucy, who had fallen asleep hugging Happy. Then she turned away- looking back at the Guild Master with an unreadable expression on her face.
Makarov looked over at the two of them then back to Natsu- whose face was still scrunched in pain as he let out a small whimper. "I'm such a fool." Makarov whispered- careful not to wake any of them. He moved in, brushing some of Natsu's sweaty bangs out of his face to let the Dragon Slayer know that he wasn't alone- settling him, "I should have pulled him from the game as soon as I knew that he was in danger-"
Porlyusica looked over, "Like this boy would even listen?"
Makarov frowned- knowing full well that the Fire Mage would not- claiming that he could handle it.
Then the medic spoke again, "If I remember correctly Zeref had warned the boy that he was in danger?"
Makarov nodded silently- once again not saying a word out loud as he thought to himself. Then he was brought back to the present by the medic speaking once again in a flat tone.
"Not really a trustworthy source of information I'd agree." Porlyusica said with a sigh, then there was a random mood switch and she hit the Master with a random broom that appeared in her hand. "You idiot, you knew that this might happen? This is why I hate humans!" She yelled- not bothering with the worry that she might wake somebody up and scowled down at the sleeping Natsu, "Looks like I'm going to have to teach this brat a lesson as well."
Makarov looked over at the medic.
"Some of his wound are older." She said and he sighed.
Then he frowned to himself and looked back at Natsu, those must've been from the attack on Lucy- I'm such a fool, of course he wouldn't go get himself healed. Not with Lucy still needing healing- But he didn't dare say anything out loud for fear of the medic's wrath.
"However," Makarov looked over at Porlyusica and frowned at the puzzled look on her face. That could never be a good thing- "Some of his older wounds have been healed."
Makarov raised an eyebrow, "So he went to Wendy at some point?" He asked- even though it was doubtful- since the Sky Dragon Slayer hadn't left Porlyusica's side since Lucy was injured.
"No- this is not the work of Sky Magic. Whatever healed him is much older- and much more complicated. The bones themselves had been knitted together- making it barely noticeable that the breaks even existed." She said then peeked over, "Whoever did this is an expert. They were able to heal the wound enough so he would be able to fight, but the person didn't heal it enough so I could detect exactly what it was." The medic said with furrowed eyebrows.
"So this person is hiding his presence for some reason?"
"So it would seem- this person may also be connected to whatever is going on here." She peeked down at the Master, "The question is- is he an enemy or an ally?"
The Master opened his mouth to respond but was interrupted by a knock at the door- followed by a soft cough.
He turned and spotted Lord Backenstall standing in the doorway, he peeked over at the sleeping Natsu, "How is the boy?" he asked quietly as if his voice could wake up the Dragon Slayer- which even on a normal day would be rare.
"He is sleeping." Porlyusica stated the obvious, "He won't be up until the earliest tomorrow afternoon." She said with a frown. (Again- she normally did frown, but this was slightly different. More annoyed than usual.)
Lord Backenstall sighed and nodded, stepping into the room. "I thought so, I tried to explain that to Lord Shantire-"
"What did he do?" Makarov interrupted- his tone of voice giving off that he was clearly not impressed about hearing the Lord's name at the moment.
"Shantire was so impressed by the boy's last match he wants him in tomorrow's special match." Backenstall said and Makarov looked back at Natsu with a worried look in his eyes, as he looked over the unconscious Dragon Slayer before he looked back over at Lord Backenstall.
"Special match?" Makarov demanded.
Lord Backenstall nodded, "Yes tomorrow is supposed to be a team match. Two from each guild will compete. Of course we get to choose the other Lord's players." He said as if that were to be expected, "Shantire asked for Natsu Dragneel and Gray Fullbuster in the next match."
Makarov frowned, Natsu wouldn't be awake in time. He peeked over at the Fire Mage, and even if he did-
"Even if he does in some miracle wake up in time I don't want him fighting for the next couple of days." Porlyusica spoke Makarov's thoughts as if she could read them, her voice growing even more stern and the broom ready in hand for anyone who refused.
Nobody dared to deny the medic what she wanted, "So we need a replacement-" Makarov said, thinking of a few people that could work.
"We've already got one."
Everybody looked back at the doorway, now with Gray filling the space, with a rare sight- even rarer then Gildarts- standing behind him.
"Who?" Lord Backenstall asked.
"Cyrus." Makarov stared in shock at the girl that the guild hadn't seen in years- she had been gone even longer then Gildarts- even without the seven year gap and all the fights she hadn't shown up once.
Of all the places- why here?
The black haired Fairy Tail Mage nodded, "I'm back Master."
...FT...
The man in the black hood suddenly stood up, frowning.
The man in the white robes looked over at the man, "Is there something wrong Koroku?" He asked.
Koroku looked back, "Do you not sense that?"
The man in the white robes sighed, "Yes she appeared after Natsu was knocked unconscious." He said and leaned back.
The third man looked over at Koroku, "What's the matter- worried about some little girl?" The man teased as he took another drink. "Afraid you can't handle her?"
"If she turns out to be an enemy then I will kill her without a moment's hesitation." Koroku said, glaring at the third man. Then he looked away, "That's not what I'm worried about."
The drinking man raised an eyebrow in interest.
Koroku frowned, "Her magic- it feels like his."
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Well there's chapter nine!
For those of You Desperately trying to remember who Cyrus is don't bother- she's my own OC. XD
I figures that there would be a few people- a friend of mine was one of them.
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