Hiya again guys! Happy Thanksgiving! :D
So this is really just to get me back in the groove of writing again and this story will most likely be a two-shot (hopefully)
I don't know what possessed me to write this, I don't usually write this sad stuff buuuuuuutt..yea
This was edited by GoldCleaver who also came up with the title
as always I DO NOT own Fairy Tail or any of it's characters
They were a team long before joining Fairy Tail. Long before they had even met him. Back then it had just been them against the world; they were a team just trying to survive, a family just trying to live.
So why were they splitting up now?!
Bickslow thought about this as he looked around him, anywhere but were his team mates were at. He couldn't look at them. At least not yet.
He thought about when it was just the three of them, living on the streets and always wondering when they could next eat. How their families had all abandoned them because of something they couldn't control; it wasn't like they asked to have magic! He never asked to have the ability to see people's souls as if they were just jackets over peoples bodies. Ever never asked to always live in constant fear that she would turn another loved one to stone. Freed never asked to have magic; so what if it wasn't "proper"!?
He remembered how the three of them became the four of them. When they finally met him. When they finally met Laxus, a whole new world had opened up to them, one where they were accepted and safe. How over time ever so slowly Laxus became one of them, the first outsider to be trusted.
He thought about all the missions they had gone on together; sometimes it was the four of them and other times it was the three of them, much like it was this time. This job had been no different than countless others before; take out a dark guild. Simple. It had started out easy enough; they had taken out three-fourths of the guild when it just started going wrong.
Finally looking at his team mates, his family, Bickslow had to bite back a sob when he didn't see Freed's swirling purple soul or Evergreen's dancing green one. Instead all he seen was them- just them- and oh God did it hurt because at his angle all he can see is Freed's blood-soaked jacket and Ever's unseeing eyes.
As he started to move towards them Bickslow finally noticed all of his own wounds, mostly the deep gash in his side that was bleeding heavily and making it very hard for him to move his left leg. He could already tell, already feel it, he had lost to much blood and no help was coming.
'It looks like we'll be together again soon, guys,' he thought to himself. Dragging himself towards his friends, he didn't even make it to one of them before he collapsed to the ground
With the last of his magic power, the last of his strength, and the last of his life, Bickslow sent out one of his babies back to Fairy Tail. They needed to know.
Then he closed his eyes for the last time.
