Ah! My second fanfiction! Is it bad to upload a fanfiction every day? Oh well. I just wrote this for fun. No plot. So it must stink. Sorry? Review please!
Disclaimer: I can quite honestly tell you that at the moment, the only things I technically own is a toothbrush and a bottle of pizza sauce.
Not yours. Mine.
She always managed to look uncontrollably cute.
With her long, waist-length silver hair, her fringe tied up, her blue eyes sparkling, and her long dress, often equipped with a frilly white apron; why wouldn't she be cute?
Lots of men brooded over her, and it didn't help that she was the main cover picture for the Sorcerer Magazine. He had warned her against modeling, that she will have lots of old, filthy perverts running after her, but she took no heed.
It didn't matter anyway, she was his and his alone.
Laxus's eyes followed Mirajane's every move. She trotted around, passing mugs of beer and glasses of sake to her fellow Guild companions. Mira placed down every beverage with either a smile or a cheery 'Here you go!'.
Wakaba, in his very much drunk state, called across the room, "Marry me, Mira!"
Laughter erupted; Elfman sprung up and knocked Wakaba unconscious, yelling things like, "If you're a man, don't go near my sister!"
Laxus grinned as he watched Elfman punch Wakaba once again, and a couple of feet away, Mira transformed into Wakaba's wife, scaring the wits out of him. Laxus was sort of grateful for Elfman. After all, no one else could even dream about marrying Mira.
His Mira.
Laxus jumped down from his spot on the upper floor of Fairy Tail, and landed neatly behind Mira's bar.
"Laxus!" Mira greeted happily. She slipped behind the bar as well, placing several empty mugs and glasses on the counter. Mira tightened her apron and set to cleaning a utensil at a time. "Don't you get tired?" Laxus asked.
"Of what?"
"Of all those idiots proposing to you everyday?" Laxus raised an eyebrow. Giggling, Mira replied, "No. I like it. It's very…" She paused, her hand holding a glass frozen in mid-air as she thought over a word, "…Amusing."
Laxus rolled his eyes. "When are you going to get settled down?"
After all, Mira was only his in his head, not in reality.
"I haven't thought about that." Mira paused once more, her brow furrowing. "What about the guy you like?" Laxus asked bitterly.
And even though she was his in his head, she could never be his in reality anyway.
"The guy…" Mirajane laughed. "I don't think the guy is interested."
Anger swooped through the fake dragon slayer. "You've gotta be kidding me. A guy whose not interested in you? Unbelievable."
"Well, he doesn't even seem to notice me… not even when I'm right next to him."
Again, Laxus raised an eyebrow. "Then… why don't you give up on him?"
"I tried." Mira set down the glass, picked up another mug filled with beer, and turned towards Laxus, "But I don't think he's going to disappear from my heart soon."
Leaning up, Mirajane pressed her silky soft lips against Laxus's ones.
He froze. After five seconds, Mira broke off, gave Laxus a weak, sad smile, and walked off. In a split second, Laxus had grabbed her wrist, set down the mug before it tripped, and pulled her into his chest, kissing her once more.
"You should have told me!" He breathed when their lips had parted. "I've been dying about you!"
Mira's musical laugh echoed in his ears. "Really?" She asked, pursing her lips. "Is it too late?" To which Laxus kissed her again, and whispered, "It never was. You've been mine from the start."
Raising his head, he called out at Wakaba, who, like the rest of the guild, had frozen in their place to stare at the couple, "Ya heard? Mira's mine! Not yours!"
He ducked his chin again to gaze into Mira's happy eyes.
"Mine."
Sorry for the bad plot! The ending was rushed, I know.