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Blood.
The coppery scent was thick and flooded his sense of smell. Natsu's eyes snapped open and he found himself looking up at a familiar sight.
Lucy's ceiling. He was in Lucy's bed.
He groaned and tried to shake the fuzzy feeling that clouded his thoughts. He couldn't think, couldn't remember how he'd gotten there. He threw a hand up lazily to massage his aching head and was surprised when it slipped across his face. Something wet and sticky was on his hands. He sat up, looking at his palms under the mornings first light streaming through the window.
They were covered in blood.
He gasped and his hand desperately raked through his pink hair, smearing it with crimson. He racked his brain desperate for any memory, anything to explain this. Then logic kicked in and he processed where he was.
"L-Lucy?" He stuttered, calling out into the empty room. He franticly glanced around, but realized he was alone. "Lucy!" He desperately shouted, jumping up to search the rest of her apartment. He stood, but pain in his left leg made him collapse to the floor. Looking down he saw a long wooden arrow sticking out of his leg, blood slowly trickling out of the wound.
"Happy! Erza!...Gray!" He called, hoping someone would hear him. No one came and he cussed violently. Gripping the arrow with one hand and his pierced flesh with the other, he slowly drew out the arrow, screaming while he did. He tore one of Lucy's sheets from the bed (she was going to yell at him later for that, he was sure) and used the strips to stop the bleeding and bind his wound. With that done, he hobbled to his feet but stopped when he saw the arrow out of the corner of his eye. He recognized that type of arrow, he'd seen it before, many times.
It was one of Sagittarius's.
"LUCY!" he bellowed, sure to probably wake up the whole street. But still no answer came.
He checked every room in the apartment. When he went in the bathroom, he caught sight of himself in the mirror and was thoroughly confused by what he saw.
His shirt and scarf were both missing, and his pants when in tattered rags. His bare chest and arms where covered large bruises and gashes like he's been in the most intense fight of his life. What really worried him was the amount of blood. He knew from the smell that the majority of it wasn't his.
"What the hell?!" He asked the beat up Natsu in the mirror. His last memory had been from yesterday; going home with Happy after a long day fighting at the guild. He and Happy had nestled into their hammocks to sleep….wait, no…Happy had gone to sleep, complaining because he had over eaten. Natsu hadn't been tired so he had decided to go visit Lucy. He was on his way to her apartment and then….Nothing. He couldn't remember any further than that.
What happened after that!? He though furiously. Obviously there had been a fight, and someone other than him had been seriously hurt. And where was Lucy if she wasn't in her apartment! Could this be her blood on his hands?! Had they been attacked?
Natsu's hand shot out and shattered the mirror, adding to the multiple injuries on his hands.
"No" He hissed. There was no he would have let something happen to Lucy and not remember it. There was no way he would let something happen to her, period. But, where was she!
Natsu left the apartment in a hurry, (so much so that he even used the door, which was unlike him) and made his way toward the guild as fast as his injured leg would carry him. The few people who were out in the early hour stared or gasped and stood back from him. He ignored them, more focused on getting to the guild.
Lucy would be there. He told himself. She would be there smiling and laughing with a perfectly logical explanation and calling him an idiot for not remembering. He just had to get to the guild.
He staggered through the guild doors, struggling to stay upright. His head still felt foggy for some reason and the room was starting to spin.
At his entrance; Cana's head jerked up from the table where she had passed out, beer mug still in her hand. Mira was the first one to get a good look at him from her place behind the bar; she shrieked and dropped the plate she's been cleaning, which shattered on the floor. Elfman and Lisanna, who had been sitting across the bar talking to their older sister spun around at her exclamation.
"Natsu!" Lisanna cried, rushing to catch him be for he lost his balance.
"Lucy? Is Lucy here?!" He questioned Lisanna, gripping her arm for support.
"No we haven't seen her." Lisanna said "Natsu, what happened?"
"I-I don't know!" He confessed, slightly ashamed.
Cana had gone to wake the master, who was asleep somewhere upstairs while Mira brought over some water and rags to clean the blood off him. Luckily everyone else was still at their own homes and hadn't shown up for the day yet.
When Makarov arrived Natsu started from the beginning and told them everything he could remember until coming to the guild.
"This isn't good." Cana said, looking over her cards. "I can't read the past, but something bad is going to happen, and it's going to happen soon."
Makarov opened his mouth to question her further, but was silenced when a thunderous knocking came from the door behind them.
Everyone froze and exchanged startled looks with each other.
"Um, Who is it?" Lisanna called in a sing-song voice.
"By order of the council! Open up!"
"Order of the council?" Makarov murmured "Better do as they say." He said with a nod to Elfman, who moved to throw open the grand guild doors.
On the other side stood at least 500 soldiers, all armed and looking determined. At their center was a familiar face.
"Mist!" Mira called out to him surprised. He blushed slightly and looked apologetic.
"Actually Mira, you can call me Doranbolt now." His semi friendly demeanor turned ice cold as he took stock of the small group of mages.
He waltzed right into the guild, the soldiers hesitantly following him until they surrounded the small group of mages. After all, this was Fairy Tail's inner sanctum and they had all heard stories about the crazy guild and its unrivaled power.
"Natsu Dragneel" Doranbolt said, a cold anger burning in his eyes.
Natsu blinked, taken aback.
"Yes" He said dumbly.
"By order of the Magic Council, you are hereby under arrest and to be transported to the capital for your trial immediately."
"Under arrest!" Lisanna protested "What for?"
"For the brutal murder of the celestial wizard Lucy Hartflia of Fairy Tail"