Author's Note
Disclaimer: I don't own Fairy Tail. And in case any of you guys are wonderin', I'm not going to reveal what happened to Happy (partially because I'm too lazy to think up of a good story for him) Please read and review!
As soon as Makarov had lost consciousness, Gray stood abruptly, his head bowed, hair shielding his eyes. He quickly exited the room, shoulders trembling as the tears continued down his face in silence. The guild watched as the proud master of Railt rushed out of the guild, his tears leaving small, dark splotches on the floor.
Turning into the nearest abandoned alleyway he found, Gray leaned against a brick wall and slid down until he was sitting. A quiet sob escaped him as he clasped his hands together, his knuckles turning white. "Master… Master… Master," he murmured to himself. "Master… What have I done?" Slowly separating his hands he stared at them, a stricken expression upon his face. His hands began to tremble as he continued speaking to himself, "What have I done? With these two hands I raised a guild… No… I raised a war." His left hand pressed against his bare chest where the symbol of his guild stood… where the symbol of Fairy Tail and once been. When he had once been a proud mage of Fairy Tail.
And suddenly, he remembered Erza kicking him out of the guild. The pain he had felt then, the expression on her face, rage, agony, sadness… he remembered it all so clearly. Gasping, his fingers dug into his skin, drawing blood. Symbol of his guild? Of Railt? It was nothing so honorable. It was a symbol of war and death. Of fighting and useless bloodshed. It was the symbol that had stolen him from Fairy Tail… No. It was the symbol he had abandoned Fairy Tail for.
And it wasn't just physical pain that throbbed through his chest.
He was aware that Gray had left but Natsu stayed where he was. His hands were clenched in fists as water dripped onto them in a steady stream. Eventually they stopped but he still didn't move. No one bothered him, no one walked in, no one even so much as approached the door. And yet he remained motionless.
The sun had begun to set, the room darkened until the only light illuminating the room was from the streetlamps outside. But even as the moon rose, casting its feeble light upon the world, Natsu remained still. He stared blankly down at his hands, still clasping Makarov's.
His eyes seemed dead. He didn't move, not even slightly. The only sign of life was the barely discernable rising of his back as he breathed. And he remained like so for the rest of the night.
Just as the sun was about to peek over the horizon, Natsu stood slowly from his position. Staring down forlornly at Makarov, he slowly trudged out, his footsteps light, and closed the door silently behind him. He left the guild without a word.
He hadn't been walking in any direction in particular, only wandering where his subconscious mind decided to lead him. He stopped abruptly as he found himself in front of a door. Staring at the door with still dead eyes, he quickly turned away. Breaking into a run, Natsu shut his eyes tightly as he spotted the cat head shaped sign. He knew the words on the other side and it made him run faster. "Natsu and Happy." Tears started flowing again. And for the first time since the tears had stopped the previous day, Natsu's face broke the dead expression, instead twisting in grief and anguish.
"Happy…" Choking on his tears, Natsu stumbled and fell. Catching himself with his hands, Natsu gasped for air, eyes squeezed shut again. Sitting back on his heels, he clutched desperately at his scarf. "Happy," he whimpered again, "I'm… sorry." Stumbling up, Natsu took off running again, his sandals slapping loudly against the cobblestone.
This time he found himself in front of his own guild. The tears disappeared instantly, evaporating into the air. Rage crossed his face within a second. His hands clenched into angry fists, fire already raging around them. His posture stiffened defensively as he glared menacingly at the sight that greeted him.
"Sorry, Happy," he muttered through gritted teeth, "That bastard doesn't seem like he's ready to 'get along' anytime soon."
When he finally pulled himself from the abandoned alleyway, the sun had already begun to rise. Trudging back to Railt, he dug his hands deep into the pockets of his jeans. For a brief moment he wondered where his shirt had disappeared to.
He paused mid stride, as he stared at the pool of blood on the ground where he was about to place his foot. Calmly he took a few strides back and stared darkly at the blood soaked door of Railt. Scrawled crudely in blood over the symbol of his guild was the symbol of Fiarsin. Stepping over the pool of blood, Gray pushed the door to his guild open and stared around. Everyone had been knocked out and was bleeding. From a glance, he already knew at least ten were dead.
"Happy? Together?! Don't give me that shitty excuse for tears, NATSU!" Gray scoffed, his voice quiet but dripping with malicious intent.
Unable to separate, unable to end
