.

.

.

The Last of Us

Chapter 3

.

.

.

The first thing Juvia noticed upon entering the guildhall that morning was that Gray was nowhere to be found. More often than not, he arrived earlier than she, prompting a touch of concern as to where the ice-make mage could be. He had taken a job the day before, so there was a chance he could be sleeping in after arriving home late.

The second thing she noticed was the hum of electricity among her fellow guildmates. They gathered at the tables closest to the stage, everyone murmuring amidst themselves. Knitting her brows with worry, the bluenette weaved her way over to where Wendy sat.

"Good morning, Wendy," she greeted the young girl with a small smile. "Why is everyone so lively?"

With a drained look she offered, "Hello, Juvia," before dropping her gaze to the floor. "I-I guess you haven't heard yet."

Blue eyes glanced between her and Charle, who perched beside her with a hollow expression. "Hear what?"

"Well, Team Natsu went on a mission yesterday and-"

Her heart missed a beat, terrifying worst-case scenarios coming to her mind with Gray's absence. "Where's Gray?" Juvia demanded anxiously. "Has he returned?"

Wendy quickly nodded, setting her panic at ease. "Yeah, he came home. He's in the infirmary right now. I'm not sure what happened, but he and Lucy were hurt pretty bad."

Her eyes shifted distractedly over to the hallway leading to their clinic. "Maybe Juvia should go check on him."

"Absolutely not," a woman interrupted before she could scamper off to his side. Porlyusica suddenly appeared with her ever present scowl. "He needs to rest. Leave him be."

"O-Oh… Ah… right," Juvia stammered, feeling a blush come to her cheeks. She still felt anxious, but knew better than to question the elder woman's words. "Will he be all right?"

"He'll be fine. He's a stubborn fool."

The water mage breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank goodness."

"Hey, you guys!" Levy called as she bounced over, Team Shadowgear hot on her heels.

"Oh, good morning," Wendy greeted.

"What happened last night?" the solid-script mage asked, concerned lines creasing her brow as she took note of their medicinal advisor. "Jet told me he had to fetch Porlyusica."

"Gray and Lucy were badly injured," Juvia explained. "What happened is still unclear."

"Cana didn't offer an explanation either when she came to get me," Jet said, running a hand through his hair. "I've never seen her so sober."

Levy fiddled with the hem of her dress nervously, giving Wendy a questioning glance. "Is Lu okay?"

"She'll be fine," she affirmed with a small nod. "They both just need some rest for now."

"What's everyone buzzin' about?" Gajeel questioned as he sauntered over, keeping his eyes peeled on the rest of the guildhall. "Ain't like them this early in the morning."

Panther Lily hopped onto the table next to Charle. "We're usually never here this early," he pointed out.

"Master wants to make an announcement." Cana strolled over, her customary barrel of alcohol propped against her hip and a soft warmth blooming upon her cheeks. "It's not good."

"Why do you say that?" Levy asked.

"I saw Lucy and Gray come in last night. It was pretty bad."

"You don't think something terrible happened, do you?" Wendy fiddled with her hands anxiously.

Gajeel folded his arms over his chest. "Didn't they go on a mission with Salamander?"

"Yeah, along with Erza and Happy." Levy's hazel eyes quickly scanned their gathered guildmates. "But I haven't seen either of them all morning."

"The Thunder Legion was sent out, too," Cana mumbled. "This doesn't sit well with me."

The guildhall suddenly hushed as Makarov entered the room, climbing up onto the stage in order to be better seen and heard. Mirajane stood beside him, but her usual cheerful smile had been replaced by a deep frown. Her eyes were rimmed red and her cheeks were flushed, making it apparent to everyone that she had been crying. Levy exchanged an anxious glance with those beside her.

Their master cleared his throat, his eyes noticeably misty. "My heart is heavy today," he began, his voice thick with tears. "I come to you not as your guild master, but as a member of the family we hold dear. Unfortunately, in this world, not everything can be fixed, no matter how much we wish it could."

Dread had Levy's stomach locked up tight and her teeth clenched together.

The room fell eerily silent. "Yesterday, our strongest team went on a mission to capture bandits in Freesia. But demons from the books of Zeref blindsided them."

Levy swallowed against the hard lump in her throat. It became hard to breathe. Where was Erza, Natsu, and Happy? Why weren't they there?

"It is with a broken heart that I tell you some of our family did not make it home alive."

"N-No," Levy whispered, her hands muffling the gasp that escaped as tears welled in her eyes. Loud murmurs of disbelief rang out across the guild, fear building in a frenzy as everyone turned wide eyes to their master.

He paused for a moment to reel in his emotions as Mirajane quietly broke down sobbing beside him. "Natsu, Erza, and Happy all died in battle. They were our beloved family and fought bravely to instill the protection of those we hold dear."

The news passed through the guild like a hurricane. Levy's mind was laid waste by it, the desolation she felt all consuming. She suddenly felt weak in the knees, falling backwards onto a bench. Cana dropped her alcohol, causing the contents to spill onto the floor. The room filled with hysterical crying, the screaming sobs molding together to form one.

"T-Tom Cat…?" she heard Charle whisper from beside her, a choked sob escaping Wendy's lips.

Gajeel clenched his hands into fists, wide eyes staring as he tried to comprehend the master's words. "S-Salamander? No way…"

Levy cried as if her brain was being shredded from the inside. From her mouth came a cry so raw that Gajeel bent down to pull her to his chest, running shaky fingers through her hair. She curled her hands around his shirt so she could find some gravity with her violent shaking. The whole world vanished for her. Now there was only pain enough to break her - to break them - pain enough to change them all beyond recognition.

"My children!" Makarov cried out above the noises of desolation.

The screams quieted to soft, choked sobs, as they all turned blurry vision toward him. Each of their expressions begged him to have the answers as to how this had happened… as to how they were supposed to endure such a loss.

He looked over each and every one of them, his own tears falling down his cheeks. "Y-You're going to think that the pain will never end, but it will. That I can promise. But first, you have to let it all in. You can't fight it; it's bigger than you. You have to let yourself drown in it, but then, eventually, you'll start to swim. And every single breath that you fight for will make you stronger. And I promise you, you'll beat this! We all will!"

"How the hell did this happen?!" Macao called out angrily. "How?!"

Makarov shook his head. "I'm afraid I don't have all the details. Thank Mavis that Gray and Lucy were both brought back home alive. They're in the infirmary recovering thanks to Wendy and Porlyusica."

Levy squeezed her eyes shut, listening as Gajeel mumbled incoherent phrases, as Juvia cried for a queen, and Wendy sobbed for a fellow dragon slayer. She took in everything, feeling as if a weight pressed on her chest, and she was drowning in her own tears.

Their master wiped his hand under his nose like a child. "I have postponed any job requests for the time being. With the jewels we received from the Games, I will cover all expenses until further notice. Do not break alone, my children. We are a family, and we will get through this together - as a family."

Within the mess of emotions surrounding her, Levy repeated Makarov's news over and over again in her mind.

Natsu… Erza… Happy… dead…

Lucy… Gray… alive…

And then her eyes opened wide.

Lucy…!

Lucy felt emotionally bankrupt. There was nothing left to feel, nothing left to say, nothing left but the void that enveloped her mind in swirling blackness. She peeked out from beneath her covers and looked at Gray with eyes filled with anguish. He was sitting up, his gaze trained on the window, as he had been for the past two hours.

Reluctantly, once he had woken up and questioned what had happened, she had given him the news of their friends' deaths. He had yelled out in denial, refusing to believe her, but as she replayed their final moments out on the battlefield as Virgo and Loke appeared, reality started to set in.

Since then, he had clammed up. He had sobbed - she had never seen him so vulnerable - and then he went silent. He now stared vacantly out at the sunrise, as if searching for something.

About an hour ago, she had heard all the commotion coming from the main hall and knew the rest of the guild had been told the news. The door creaked open, catching Lucy's attention. She glanced over her covers to see a petite young woman with blue hair peek her head in.

"Lu…?" she whispered hesitantly.

The blonde debated if she wanted to see her friend, or if she would rather pretend to be asleep so she could be left alone. Thinking better of it, she pulled the blanket off of her face. "Hey, Levy," she replied softly.

Levy stepped over, her hands clenched in front of her as if to keep them from trembling. Her cheeks were red and blotchy from crying. "Oh, Lucy…"

Her words were so tender and full of sympathy, that Lucy felt tears welling in her eyes all over again. "He-He's gone," she said, her voice cracking. "They're all gone."

Lucy's body began to shake with her sobs, the sound breaking free from her throat, savage and raw. Levy pushed away the covers and slid into the bed next to her. She wrapped her arms around her friend, running her fingers through her golden-spun hair, and whispered soothing words to help calm her shattered heart.

Sometime during it all, Juvia came to Gray's bedside, reaching out a trembling hand around his own. "Gray…?" she whispered.

His only response was to pull away, ignoring her presence completely. The desolation he felt consumed him, his mind became an icy wasteland; the wind howled in his soul and wrapped icy tentacles around his heart so tightly, it almost stopped beating.

And faintly, he realized, it had begun to rain.

Sitting alone at the Fairy Tail guildhall, Cana took a swig from her glass and waited for the effects to kick in. She waited. And waited. But the numb feeling inside her didn't wane.

The quiet of the guildhall made her blood run as cold as Fiore's winters. It was as if nature conspired against her in the dark, not daring to whisper the reassurance she craved. Echoes of boisterous voices spun through her mind, of a lively guild filled with fistfights and magic.

Now, there was only silence.

It gnawed at her insides, hanging in the air like the suspended moment before falling glass shattered on the ground. Like a gaping void. It needed to be filled with sounds, words, anything.

The main door creaked open and she heard soft footsteps echo in the empty guildhall. Mirajane walked over to Cana, giving her a weak smile, barely noticeable in the dim lighting. "I thought I'd find you here." Her blue eyes, which were usually so bright and kind, had dulled to an opaque grey. They were puffy, but her tears had finally dried up.

The card mage tilted her head in acknowledgement, taking another long gulp. "Where else is there to be?"

Humming her agreement, the eldest Strauss sibling slipped behind the bar for a glass to fill from the tap, and joined Cana in a drink. Once the news of what had happened had sunk in, everyone had dispersed to find their own way of grieving.

"I used to complain about how loud the guild was. All the fighting and the music and the people non-stop talking," Cana said, her voice brittle as if she were about to cry. "Now, it's too quiet. I'd give my right arm to hear Natsu start a fight or for Erza to end it, or for Happy to make another of his snarky comments."

Blue eyes peered wistfully over the darkened guildhall, memories of their childhood revolving through her mind. Over a decade had passed since the first of them had stumbled into Fairy Tail. Even after all they had been through at such a young age, they had still been so innocent as to what lay ahead. "It's a frightening thought, that in one fraction of a moment, everything you hold dear can be altered forever."

Cana gripped her glass tighter. "It all just feels like a bad joke."

"I don't think the universe is kidding this time." She didn't need to voice aloud the circumstances regarding Lisanna's death. Her body had disappeared in a glitter of golden light. This time, there was no mistake that Natsu, Erza, and Happy were gone. Mirajane took a sip of her drink thoughtfully, swirling the alcohol around in her mouth, relishing in the burn before swallowing.

Cana raised a brow suspiciously. "Since when do you drink?"

"Since I woke up yesterday and never imagined the day would end this badly." The barmaid shrugged, silver hair a mess and her eyes sad. "I always thought there were bad days, but not in the way most people think, you know? I think… I think really bad days happen when everything seems to be going wrong, and you just want to throw your hands up in the air and give up. Because clearly, the world is out to get you."

Tears welling in her eyes, Cana held up her glass. "To really, really bad days, then."

They drank quietly as the shadows grew darker and it wasn't until after nightfall that they realized something.

As it turned out, a person couldn't drink away the silence.

Every breath was an implosion.

Lucy sat on the edge of the bed with no strength to move. Her shaky fingers finally came to a stop after running restlessly through her messy hair. She bit down on her lip trying not to burst into tears. It wasn't going to help. It wouldn't change anything.

Night had fallen, causing everyone to leave the guild. Juvia had fallen asleep in a chair, her head resting on Gray's bed, but Lucy had persuaded Levy to go home. Brown eyes lifted to look at her teammate, lip quivering.

"Gray…?" Her voice came out in a choked whisper.

"Don't." The word was deliberate, and sharper than knives. He didn't even bother to face her, instead lying on his side with his back toward her.

Lucy glanced away, feeling as if she had been slapped. She wrapped the blanket tighter around her shoulders, the events of the day leaving her feeling hollow. "You don't get to do this," she muttered, clenching her hands into fists.

"Don't," he repeated. "Just don't. I don't want to hear you say what I think you're gonna say."

Gray had woken up hours ago with the bitter taste of ash in his mouth and the grit of building caked into his skin. Somehow, before Lucy had replayed the events of the battle for him, he had known it was over. A part of him really knew. People always say they thought they would know if someone close to them had died. Maybe it was true. Because something inside him had broken on that day, and he knew it was over.

Grief felt like emptiness in his heart, a sheer of nothingness that somehow took over and held his soul, threatening to kill him entirely. It gave him this heavy feeling that was like the weight of the world sat on his chest.

He knew grief very well.

He felt it when Ur looked back at him, her body becoming the infamous iced-shell, as she gave her life for his. "I want Lyon to discover the world; Gray, you too, of course. You don't have to be sad," she had told him with a smile. "I'm alive. I'm eternally alive as ice. Step into the future. I'll seal your darkness."

He felt it when Ultear had given years of her life to give him one more minute of his, changing his fate entirely - her elderly face, tilted with lips pulled up, a shake of her head, wordlessly telling him it was okay.

And he felt it when Erza turned her back to him, scarlet hair shimmering in the fire's glow; her armor cracked, her swords drawn. "I made a promise! I told Ultear I would look after you," she had shouted back to him, facing the demon head-on as he lay bleeding. "And I never break a promise!" Even though by then she was already dying, she fought on. She was drenched to the core in blood and yet she fought on. She fought on until she collapsed and could fight no more. And then with the crack of bones, she was gone.

Why?!

Why did every woman he had ever learned to care for decide that his life was worth more than theirs? Why was he always the one left behind to mourn, to feel the guilt of their deaths?

It wasn't fair, dammit!

"Please… Gray…"

Lucy's voice drew him from his thoughts and he glanced down to see he had wrapped the sheets tight in his fist, turning his knuckles white. He closed his eyes, but she somehow knew he was listening.

"We-We have their blood on our hands… Tell me it's going to be okay. Promise me it's going to be alright," she cried meekly. "Tell me we have a reason to be here when they aren't."

He was silent for a moment, turning his hardened gaze to the dark sky outside. "I can't."

She opened her mouth and then closed it again, unable to come up with any response.