"To Lisanna and Natsu's engagement!"

Beer mugs and normal glasses were thrust into the air as the toast roared proudly. Happy friends, family, some people that weren't even in the guild. They rose a glass of some kind of drink and began to chant louder than he's ever heard Fairy Tail be.

Loke glared at the celebrating guild members from his glasses. How can they be so--! Seeing the infamous pink hair of the certain dragon slayer, Loke felt his anger rise quicker than he could even try to control it. His teeth ground together, but he never felt the pain they brought. Fingers clenching into right knuckles, ready to throw.

Oh, how sick he felt. Natsu was all smiles and kisses to and from his white-haired fiancé. Erza. Gray. Happy. Wendy. Makarov. Everyone he felt he knew was gathered around the sick man as if he were a saint. Clapping him on the back, congratulating him, asking questions, being friendly.

The bastard didn't deserve any of this. Not after what he did to his Princess. He was going to make him suffer for putting her through that unbearable pain. Those hellish memories. The fear that he knew has and is going through her. Loke saw it in her once warm brown eyes, now dull with pain and suffering. Carrying a life that will change her forever.

"Loke-san!" Wendy's voice called out, catching the lion spirit off guard, his thoughts of boiling acid vanishing for a split second, "Is everything okay?" The girl held some concern in her dark eyes as he approached the table she and her exceed, Carla, occupied.

"I'm just here to see Natsu." He hoped Wendy missed the unconditional hatred as he spoke the bastard's name, "I heard about his engagement. Came to congratulate him and Lisanna." Lies. He was going to end it.

"Oh, hey, Loke!" There he was. His voice was laced with 'innocence'.

Loke saw red upon seeing the said man approach him, Lisanna leching on his arm. Disgusting.

"Oh, hey. Natsu." Loke didn't even try to hide the acid he spat.

His stupid face twisted into confusion and what seemed like suspicion. Oh, he had a right to be suspicious all right.

"Fucking bastard!" Before he knew it, Loke swung his fist, fully powered with Regulus Impact, at Natsu's face.

Lisanna screamed, crumbling to the ground as her fiance was flung into the rafts, crashing back into the far walls of the guild, breaking some now abandoned tables.

There were yells. They were yelling his name. Poor Natsu. They just had no idea what was to come of him. But Loke did. Ohoho, they had no idea.

Stalking through the panicked and tense crowd, some even tried to stop him, but they cowered back as they felt his power rise to its greatest amount.

"You hurt her!" Loke wasted no time in attacking again.

Natsu was on his feet again, small cuts and splinters here and there. Small blood splots sprouted on his arms and face. No. It wasn't enough. He needed to bleed more.

"What the hell is your problem, man!?" Natsu yelled, clashing against the powerful lion spirit.

He didn't deserve peace and a slap on the wrist.

Loke growled fiercely, "You hurt Lucy!"

In that second, Loke saw something flash in Natsu's eyes. It was darker than any black magic mage he's ever gone up against. No remorse. No regret. Callous.

"I don't, " Natsu forced himself to strain his voice and strength against, "Know what you're talking about! I'd never hurt Lucy!"

"Don't !" Loke overpowered Natsu effortlessly, grabbing his neck and flinging the pink-haired man into the tables toward the middle of the guild.

More tables broke and pieces of wood flew everywhere.

"Loke, stop!"

A rune wall sprung up squarely around the spirits' feet, preventing from attacking Natsu again.

"Let me out! He deserves more punishment!" Loke slammed his fists vigorously against the magic walls, each time, the runes glowing brightly.

"Natsu!" Lisanna gasped put, rushing to help said man.

She and Wendy helped him to his feet. His back bled like a small puddle, bruises decorated his face, his left eye swelled with blood and purple appearing all around said eye.

Loke felt semi-satisfied, but not fully. He shook with absolute fury, "How can you be near him!?" Loke shouted, gaining the attention of Makarov and more, "He's evil! He hurt Lucy! He hurt her!" Loke punched the walls with powered fists as he said each word.

"I won't forgive anyone who hurts her!"

They wouldn't hear him out. He just knew it. Lucy had said this. Natsu isn't who they thought he was anymore. He knew about everything. He played dumb because everyone expected him to be so. He was a dense, innocent, pure guy. No one would ever expect anything from him. Not a thing at all.

"What did he do to make you ramapage so?" Makarov approached, his body tense, but with grandfatherly concern, also as a Guild Master, he wanted to know what happened to his children.

If glares could kill, Natsu would be burning, screaming in unimaginable suffering pain with white hot brand irons stabbing him deep with his flesh.

When Loke didn't answer, Makarov spoke up firmly, but sternly.

"I think we'd best to talk in private."