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Chapter 4

When Sorry Won't Fix It

Gajeel stepped into the guild hall, paused in surprise, and glanced around. Empty tables, chairs tucked neatly in place, a glistening clean floor: not at all like the chaos the hall usually took on by noon when most of the mages woke up and dragged themselves in for food. The only sound was melodious humming, someone with a good sense of pitch. A quick glance showed him no one there; however, being a highly talented musician—if he did say so himself—Gajeel knew of only one person in the guild with that level of musicality.

"Morning, Mira," he called out into the cavernous, empty hall.

The humming ended on an ascending note of question. The bartender's snow white head and peachy pale face popped up from behind a table. "Oh, Gajeel. Good morning. Wow, you're here early."

"Yeah, uh … couldn't sleep," he said with a shifting shrug of his shoulders.

"I haven't started breakfast, but there's coffee brewed. Do you mind pouring it yourself? There's a rather stubborn stain here that I want to clean before the morning crowd arrives," she grinned, pointing to the ground where she knelt scrubbing hard.

He stomped over to the bar without complaint. "I don't see why you'd bother. It'll get stained again today."

"And if I didn't clean it every day, what would happen to this place?" she chuckled.

Gajeel had to admire a woman like that. Levy was the same, meticulous almost to a fault. Not for the first time, he wondered if all women were neat-freaks. He always left chaos in his wake. Natsu was the same, and he bet the pyromaniac's house was just as messy as his own. He wondered if Wendy kept her place clean and organized. He had a feeling, especially with a cat like Charle around, the girl's room was spotless. And probably very pink. Yes, definitely pink.

He made his coffee strong and black, the way he liked it. It smelled rich and slightly nutty, nothing at all like the runny tar his coffeemaker sputtered out. One taste convinced him that women had a natural talent for brewing coffee. Or maybe it was just Mirajane. He wanted to invite Levy over for coffee one day, see how she made it, and maybe she could figure out why his coffeemaker hacked out liquid rather than dripped it out neatly.

He had just sat on a chair in the corner and leaned back to enjoy the steaming mug when the front doors were kicked open, spilling gray-green early morning sunlight into the guild hall.

Mirajane's cheery voice began to speak out of habit. "Please open the door more carefu- … Master!"

Gajeel glanced over the rim of his coffee cup. The tiny old man's hair stuck out a bit, as if he had not brushed it yet that morning, and his clothes looked like they had been hastily thrown on. One would think the old Master had just woken up, except his face showed the weariness of a long night of fretting. His eyes held burning anger that was just starting and would likely rage into an inferno before the end of the day.

"Gajeel," he growled menacingly. "Come with me."

"Che!" he scoffed, looking aside stubbornly. "Can't I finish my morning cof-…"

"NOW!"

The shout echoed over and over through the massive hall. The guild master's aura flamed in fury few ever saw, and even fewer enemies lived to speak of it. Gajeel hesitated, feeling the slightest tremor under that murderous gaze. Weighing his options, he realized he was no match for one of the Ten Wizard Saints. He set his mug down, rose slowly, and took a few steps forward. However, he stopped ten paces from the small man and stared down at him, waiting to see what he would do.

"First, let me ask you this," Makarov said much quieter, but with no less intensity to his words. If eyes could literally be daggers, his would have pierced even the iron hide of a Dragon Slayer. "Where were you last night?"

Gajeel made the tiniest error: he inhaled too sharply and his eyes flinched at the question. He knew right away, that was all the answer Makarov needed.

The old man hummed to himself, considering the silent confession. "Follow me," he ordered softly. Gajeel walked behind Makarov as he led him toward the Master's quarters in the back of the guild hall.

Mirajane had not moved and barely even breathed through all this. Once she finally heard the far away door slam shut, she remembered to exhale and blink. "I wonder what happened," she whispered to herself.

Feet pounded, panting came heavily, and occasional curses hissed between clenched teeth. A fluttering scarf was all that was left as shouts of "slow down," "be careful," "no running in the halls," and "watch where you're going you jerk" followed after him. Natsu ignored the nurses and patients. There were tears in his eyes as he cursed again and declared desperately, "It can't be true. It can't be!"

"Wait for me, Natsu," Happy yelled from somewhere behind him, but the Dragon Slayer did not slow down.

He found the hospital room number he wanted, grabbed the door jamb to swing around the corner, yet came to a skidding stop when he saw Erza, Gray, and Wendy already there sitting on chairs against a plain white wall. His pink hair was a mess, clothes ruffled from running, eyes massive in dread, and tears still clung to the corner of his eyelids. He grabbed both sides of the door jamb now, as if he had to hold on just to keep standing. Hard breaths jolted his chest as he recovered from running so quickly. A few seconds later, Happy flew in after him, looking worn out from flying so quickly in order to keep up.

"I just heard," Natsu said darkly.

He swallowed hard to moisten his scratchy throat and shoved down the gasping need for air. Just that simple maneuver made him shiver and almost destroyed the barrier he was building around his heart, an emotional defense so he could enter the room without going destructive in rage. Slowly, he stepped in, looking at the bed that was partly hidden by a curtain. He could barely see a lump that was probably Lucy's feet sticking up from a white sheet.

"Lucy!" Happy cried, and he flew beyond the curtain. "Waaah! Is … is that Lucy? What happened?" he shouted, and the blue Exceed began to sob. "Who could do this to Lucy?"

Natsu's pace continued slowly, reluctant to see his best friend hurt, but knowing he needed to be with her. With each step, he saw more: two long lines under the sheet that were her legs, guard rails on the sides of the bed, a limp hand with an I.V. hooked in, and some sort of monitor with a steady blip of light.

"How is she?" he asked to fill in the moments of hesitancy as he walked from the door to the sectioned bed.

"Stabilized and sleeping," Erza told him. "The worst injuries are gouges to her stomach and leg, plus a broken arm. She almost died from blood loss and had to be resuscitated. The creature that mauled her also damaged some of her intestines, and she went through surgery last night. Wendy healed some of the gashes and bite wounds, but she needs to rest before attempting any of the deep wounds."

"I'm sorry," the little girl pouted. Gray patted her head to let her know it was all right.

"According to Loke, it also tried to … hurt her … worse." Erza's voice trailed off into a whisper. They all saw a shiver of horror go through the normally fearless Titania, and Natsu flinched as he understood what she meant. "When she woke up this morning, she was in hysterics. Master and I had to hold her down while the doctors injected medication to knock her out so she wouldn't reopen her wounds. We were told to let her sleep for today, maybe for a few days … until either her brain can accept the trauma, or her body heals enough to handle her violent reactions."

Natsu came around the curtain and finally saw Lucy lying unconscious on the bed. Her chest and stomach had a large wrapping of bandages across them, an I.V. and bag of blood were hooked into her arteries, a tube of oxygen went into her nose, and wired patches on her chest kept a monitor on her heart rate. Her breathing held steady out of slightly parted lips chapped and pasty white from a lack of blood. The bruises that marred her peachy skin tortured Natsu's heart. The plaster cast around her right arm made him want to cry. Every bit of bandaging, some which already needed to be changed with blood seeping through, burned him like no flame could. Of everyone in the guild, he could not stand seeing Lucy hurt. Even scratches and bruises from fights made him furious, but this … this was too much!

He swallowed down a sob and fell to his knees by her side. "Lucy," he whispered in anguish. "Why? Why did it have to happen to you?"

"It could have been anyone," Gray said, straining to keep his emotions cool. "The beast has killed four people so far: two early yesterday—one mauled and partly eaten, the other had her head ripped off but otherwise left alone; they think it's now the same attacker—and two others were found this morning, another mauling and one looked like he just got too close and clawed right over the throat. Lucy is the only victim who survived."

Natsu put his hand to his mouth and looked aside in anger. "Do they know who did this?" he growled.

Gray sighed and shook his head. "An animal of some sort. That's all they know."

Erza's lips trembled in fury. "That beast should die!" she seethed.

"The army is still looking for it," Gray told them. "Loke gave as much description as he could, since he fought the thing. It's some sort of flying creature, has a thick tail with spikes, and the claws were sharp enough to nearly disembowel Lucy."

"Master is looking into it, too," Wendy said. "He had me and Gajeel sniff out Lucy's room, hoping to latch onto a scent. Unfortunately, all we could smell was Lucy, you, me, Gray, Erza, Happy, Loke, and Lisanna. I didn't smell any type of animal, which is why it's probably a demon. Sometimes they don't have a smell. Master said he wants you to go there later to see if you can smell anything."

"Yeah … later," he muttered. The Dragon Slayer took Lucy's hand and held it tightly. The chill in her limp fingers worried him, but the beeping monitors assured him she was really alive. He rubbed her fingers, trying to warm them up. "A flying beast? Wings, tail, claws…" He looked to Wendy. "What's your first instinct?"

The little girl blinked in shock. "Me? Well, honestly, at first I thought maybe it was a dragon, but a dragon would be too big to fit in Lucy's bedroom. It managed to fly out her window, so it was small."

Natsu nodded sternly. "Same first thought. Weird, isn't it? It couldn't have been a dragon. The whole town would have seen it. Still, maybe it's something similar. There are wyverns around, but they smell bad. You would have picked them up easily. Whatever it is," he glared in anger, "I'll defeat it." He looked at the unconscious blonde again. "Do you hear that, Lucy? I'll defeat it for you. I don't want you to get hurt again. I'm … I'm so sorry," he cried, and his face fell to the bed. They watched uncomfortably as Natsu's shoulders shook with heavy sobs.

"Oi, it's no one's fault," Gray told him. "You don't have to cry about it."

"Yes I do," Natsu growled with a moist hiccup. "Because … something like this … not even saying sorry will fix it. Nothing I do will heal her heart! So I'll find the thing that did it and … and I'll … I'll defeat it," he roared in fury, and fire blazed inside his mouth. "It hurt Lucy, so I'll fucking kill it!"

Natsu suddenly rose and ran out of the hospital room. Gray was about to follow, but Erza put a hand on his arm to hold him back.

"Let him have some privacy," the redhead suggested passively. "We both know how much he cares for Lucy, so he needs to get over this shock on his own. Getting in his way will only put ourselves in danger."

Gray settled back down on his chair. "I just hope he doesn't go after the beast alone. I want a shot at it, too." Then he felt something small and soft lean against him. He looked over and saw Wendy slumped on his arm. "Hey, are you okay?" he asked in worry.

The small girl opened her eyes wearily. "Sorry, I've been feeling a little funny all morning. I didn't sleep well."

"Go home and rest," Erza suggested. "We've all been up for a long time. You need your energy if you want to continue healing Lucy. Get some warm milk and sleep as long as you need."

"Sorry," Wendy sighed. As she rose, she flinched and held onto her head. "Oww, I have a really bad headache. I wonder if it's from all the beeping monitors and weird smells in this hospital."

Erza stood and wrapped her arm around Wendy's narrow shoulders. "I'll walk you back to Fairy Hills. Gray, stay with Lucy."

"Of course," he nodded.

He pouted with worry as he watched the tall armored woman and petite girl walk away. Wendy must have overworked herself healing so many injuries on Lucy's body, yet she was not even halfway through. Gray scooted his chair over to Lucy and shifted a few of the wires aside so he could be close to her. He brushed back her golden hair and gazed at her peaceful face. Her dry lips looked so wrong. He was used to her shiny lip gloss highlighting either the frustrated pout she had when he and Natsu fought, or the gleaming smile whenever she was happy. Gray dipped a napkin in a cup of ice water and dabbed it on Lucy's parched lips.

"I'll stay with you, Lucy. You don't have to worry. Just sleep and get well quickly." He kissed her forehead and continued to dab her dry lips.

Natsu ran blindly through Magnolia, bumping into people but not even stopping to apologize. The path he took had many smells, but amongst them was one he hated: the smell of Lucy's blood. She had dripped blood along this route. Looking down at the cobbles, he could even see an occasional blackened splotch already flaking away with morning traffic. He followed the drips and odious smell all the way to Lucy's apartment. A crowd of reporters had blocked Strawberry Street, swarming like buzzards around the apartment building as they demanded answers. The small landlady guarded outside, not looking happy that the army had blockaded her building for their investigation and the media wanted to overrun the whole street.

"You, pinkie," she hollered. "Is she okay?"

The reporters turned as one mob and rushed over to Natsu. He cringed and took a step back from the cameras, microphones, and reporters with notebooks out, eager for a quote. They repeated the landlady's question plus too many others.

"Have they caught the attacker?"

"Do they know what it is?"

"Is the guild doing anything about this?"

"What is the army doing about these murders?"

"What can you tell us about Lucy Heartfilia?"

"What are her injuries?"

"What is her current condition?"

"We heard rumors that she died."

"Is she okay?"

"No, she's not okay," he yelled. "Would any of you be okay if you were torn to pieces by some murdering beast? She's not dead either! Don't you ever say that! Lucy's strong; she'd never die from something like this. She's recovering in the hospital and surrounded by her friends. That's all I know, so get the hell out of my way."

He shoved past them angrily and stomped up to the entrance. A soldier dropped his spear to block the way, yet all Natsu had to do was show them his Fairy Tail guild mark and he was allowed inside.

He loved this place. From the first day he visited, it felt like home. It was warm, comfortable, and smelled like Lucy. She always smelled so nice, even after horrible battles. Her smell comforted him. It was a gentle smell, one that made him want to curl up and sleep, yet it also enlivened him, a smell that banished fatigue and pessimism, a smell that made him feel like all was at ease with the world.

Natsu inhaled deeper. Today, not even her smell could ease the rage in his mind. He walked to the bedroom, sniffing, searching for any unfamiliar smells. He covered his nose at the overwhelming reek of blood. He saw the bed still in disarray with Lucy's blood covering the sheets and mattress. Seeing the blackened stains and smelling the lingering scent of blood made a fire flicker in his throat.

There were two army inspectors talking to one another. One had Lucy's shredded panties in a plastic bag.

"Hey! What are you doing with those?" Natsu yelled, startling the two. "Those are Lucy's, and they're private!"

"The underwear may have evidence to help us," the inspector explained. "We have a warrant to search and collect anything that may give us a lead. I must insist you not remove anything from the scene, nor touch the bed."

"I'm just here to smell," he mumbled.

He wished the inspectors would go away so he could concentrate. Those two reinforced the fact that this was a crime scene. This was where Lucy had been attacked, assaulted … violated! He had noticed the bloody bandages wrapped around Lucy's breasts. Tooth bites, if he had to guess by the bloodied stains seeping through the bandage. The damned beast had bit those perfect boobs! Thinking about that made Natsu want to scream.

He inhaled deeply. So many smells! He caught very faint whiffs of Lisanna. A week old, he guessed, but it was hard to tell. He wondered what Lisanna had been doing over at Lucy's home. When had they become such good friends? He smelled Gray and Erza, five days old. That was right; Team Natsu had a meeting at Lucy's earlier that week. He still smelled the faint lingering aroma of Wendy and the stench of Gajeel. He hated the man's smell—he smelled like a rival, that was the only way to describe it—so he knew the smell immediately. He sniffed along the bed, being careful not to touch the bloodied sheets. He strongly smelled himself, Happy, and Loke. He had taken a nap in Lucy's bed on that visit five days ago, and earlier that week was when Happy sought out Lucy for the night. He sniffed again. Loke's smell was unusually strong, but he was there to fight off the beast. Perhaps he had been on the bed as well.

All these smells were hard to pick up over the overwhelming reek of blood. Lucy's blood! Also, the smell of fear was thick, almost a stench. The two mixed together threatened to overwhelm his sanity. He clenched his fists and restrained himself by force. An instinct to protect roiled just under the surface, yet he knew there was nothing he could do now … and that infuriated him. His friend had been hurt, nearly killed, and he was not there to defend her. Now all he could do was sniff, yet even this was turning up nothing.

He was useless! Utterly useless!

Then he noticed one part of the bed smelled slightly different. He leaned over close to that part and tried to figure out what it was. He inhaled deeply. It was Lucy's smell, yet intense. It was a smell that enthralled him instantly. He wanted to bury his nose into the smell. It made him flushed and giddy, a tickle in his stomach and deep tugging in the very pit of his gut.

He jolted back and covered his nose as he realized what it was. Once, Happy had used Lucy's underwear to play Ninja. Natsu thought it looked like fun and took some lacy lingerie to play Ninja, too. However, when he had put it over his face, he smelled something that made all immature playfulness leave him. He had taken that scrap of cloth and sniffed it all over, enraptured with the aroma until his stomach fluttered. That was when Lucy caught him smelling her panties and threw a whole basket of dirty clothes at him. Amidst them was underwear with a little bit of something white and flaking on them. They smelled better than anything Natsu could imagine. Just that brief smell drove him crazy. He stole the panties without her realizing it (since he was covered in dirty clothes), ran out of Lucy's apartment, rushed back to his house, and masturbated furiously while smelling the panties as images came to his head that would not go away.

He still had the underwear, too. He brought them out when Happy was sleeping. Smelling them made him feel hot and funny inside.

That was this smell, Lucy's sexual smell.

He remembered what Erza said. The beast had tried to hurt her … a hurt even worse than breaking her arm and tearing her stomach open.

Natsu closed his eyes in deep pain as he imagined it. Lucy must have screamed and fought hard as the beast attacked her. She must have yelled for help and called for Natsu and Gray. With no one there to save her, she would have screamed for Loke and brought him to this world even without her Spirit Keys.

She had likely yelled Natsu's name in terrified desperation … and he had not saved her.

Natsu shivered in guilt. Lucy was hurt, and he had not helped.

She got hurt so badly … and he … he was …

"Are you done?"

Natsu jolted out of his pit of guilt. "Oh, uh, y-yeah, I … I'm sorry, but I don't smell an animal. Except for the blood and you guys, nothing smells out of the ordinary."

The inspector frowned. "That kid and the mage with the piercings said the same thing. No trace of smell, nothing that might clue us in: no blood, no fur, not even a fingernail. No trace. And now we know this is some animal. A flying beast out to murder and rape."

Natsu shivered in anger at that last word. He looked at the bed again. He could see it in his head: Lucy struggling, fighting, so terrified, yet being overwhelmed. In his head, he could picture Lucy's horrified face, and it haunted him. He turned sharply and left the house. He ran again, but this time the Dragon Slayer did not know where he was heading. He just needed to flee, to escape, to run as far away from these painful emotions as he could get.

He felt … guilty.

"I have to stop this thing," he growled. "Before anyone else gets hurt, I need to…" He panted in weariness, yet he kept on running, fleeing from his emotions like a coward on a battlefield. "Lucy … why you? Why? What the hell is going on?"

End of Chapter 4

A/N: When I first updated this chapter, I asked if people wanted me to write a PWP about that scene with Lucy's underwear. I got an overwhelmingly positive reply (lots of pervs out there!) so I came up with a real naughty one. It's called "Panty Possession." The name fits in well with "Beastly Possession," ne? It's at http://anime.adult-fanfiction.org/story.php?no=600053079
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