Hey everyone ^^ So, uh, just to start this off, this isn't my first fanfiction, I just made a different account, hehe… My other one was really old, and I kinda feel like it was somehow holding me back… Anyway…
Heeeeeeeeey guys! :D Just to let you know, I'm still getting a grip on my writing style, so this may or may not seriously suck! XD Anyway, I've recently been converted to a crazy Miraxus fangirl, and omigosh… OTPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP~ It's just so perfect, I ship it so much!
Anywho, like I said, this might suck, but I figured "Practice makes perfect" right? So I just gotta keep writing and I'll hopefully improve for you guys! :D And I'd really like this to be really romantic, but natural, so pardon me if it's slow. And, uh, just as a warning I really can't do anything tooooooooo steamy, 'cause I'm kinda… Young XD But I'll go as far as I can if you guys want me to, 'cause you know I love you guys ;)
Anyway, um… Onto the story! …Right? ^^"
"It smells weird."
Lisanna, the youngest Strauss sibling stuck her nose in the air and took a long whiff, glancing at her older brother and sister.
"It's just the old wood." Mirajane replied, smiling gently as she placed her hand on the walls of the old cabin. "It's probably because we're by the ocean and it gets really humid." Her pale fingers lightly brushed over the hard, rough surface before subconsciously moving to pat her already-frizzing hair. She made a face, feeling that the soft fibers already starting to gain a thin film of perspiration from the ridiculous heat. Hoping that she would turn on a fan, the demon mage flicked on a creamy light switch and glanced around. There was no fan, and the lighting was outdated, but it was bright enough to illuminate the awkward, beach-themed furniture scattered around the living room. A small couch was huddled off to the side, framed by two chairs facing a fire place, of all the things, and a splotchy glass coffee table supported several old magazines. There was a miniscule kitchen to the right of the doorway, with barely enough room to do anything besides pivot awkwardly, but Mirajane decided that it would do for at least a few weeks.
"This doesn't feel very much like a mission." Lisanna said, breaking the silence as she lazily fanned herself. Tiny beads of sweat had already started to form on her forehead, and were now trickling down her pale cheeks. "It's more like a bad vacation." The young mage muttered, dragging her feet to the couch and slumping onto the ugly, cerulean cushions. The oldest Strauss giggled before turning slightly and walking over to a small window.
When she brushed away an old, patched blue curtain, the ocean waved at her in the distance. The waves lapped calmly, gently, caressing the white sand romantically.
"It's true." The older mage said softly, pinching her brow together. "Master had most of the guild come out, but it doesn't really seem like we're needed." She mumbled, referring to the tourist they had seen on their way to the cabin. Supposedly there was a powerfully violent dark guild somewhere near the beachside resort, and its members had been indiscriminately attacking the visitors, leaving major injuries in their wake. Over half of Fairy Tail had been sent out to keep watch over the resort, including all S-class mages, which lumped in the takeover siblings. However, nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary besides the terrified employees.
Glancing out the window again, Mirajane noticed a string of inky clouds lined up like hungry soldiers, slowly eating away at the setting sun. She sensed rain.
The demon mage let out a quick sigh, shaking her snowy head and letting her long, damp curls bounce happily. Hearing a whine behind her, she raised her brow and turned to her younger siblings, who were both sprawled out on the couch, their mouths hanging open like dogs as they tried in vain to fan themselves.
The older demon smiled at them and giggled, picking up her suitcase and making her way over to a small hallway. "I'm going to go set up my room, okay?" She said sweetly, earning two miserable grunts in reply. She smiled at them once again, her brow furrowed slightly at their pitifulness, before she disappeared from the room.
Once the oldest Strauss was gone, Elfman pulled himself from the couch and stretched, a large yawn escaping him.
"Real men make their beds quickly!" He roared, throwing his suitcase over his shoulder and stomping down the hall.
Lisanna shook her head, smiling gently after her older brother. After climbing off of the cushions, the youngest Strauss arched her shoulders and stretched, heaving a big yawn as she bent down and touched her toes, several drips of sweat trickling down the ends of her hair. With a grimace, she straightened herself up and wiped her brow, walking over to her small suitcase and rummaging through it for some cooler clothes. She froze as her ears picked up the distinct sound of a bath being filled, and a grin plastered itself on her weary face. She stood, letting the clothing fall from her hands as she rocketed down the hall after her siblings.
"Me first, Mira!"
Meanwhile…..
Evergreen sat, regrettably, on a sky colored couch against the wall, very similar to the one in the Strauss cabin. Night had fallen and the light from the small lamp beside her was glistening on her slender, damp legs. Her brow was scrunched and her glasses were resting on the tip of her nose, angled towards an old book she had invested herself in. In her other hand was her fan, pulsing up and down as the fairy mage attempted to cool herself. To her right, Freed was polishing his sword, his back erect with only the most perfect posture, and Bixlow was stand shirtless, in the kitchen, playing with his 'babies' and making a sandwich. Laxus was in the bath.
Suddenly, a low rumble of thunder growled from the above them, and the Raijinshuu cabin shook violently, creaking and squeaking in all the wrong places. Evergreen raised her brow, her sharp eyes wandering lazily from her book to the quivering ceiling as she snapped her book shut and closed her fan. Freed and Bixlow glanced around idly, abandoning their individual endeavors.
"I swear that wasn't me!" Boomed a loud voice from the hall.
Freed stood, a small smile tugging at the sleeves of his lips. "Laxus! Why, we'd never assume you were responsible for such ruckus. You're thunder is controlled; a beautiful symphony!"
Evergreen snorted.
The blonde dragon slayer cracked a grin, rubbing a towel around his electric locks as he shuffled over to the couch and plopped down next to Ever. There was a lull in conversation, and the sound of rain drops throwing themselves against the wooden roof of their cabin echoed through the small room, bouncing around the ugly furniture.
Just as Freed was about to break the silence, a sly little droplet landed on the bridge of his nose. The rune mage's mouth clamped shut, his eyes tracing the droplets path back up to the old ceiling.
Another drop fell, this time hitting Evergreen's glasses.
Another drop.
Another.
Too many.
Laxus made a face and looked up at the now soaking roof.
"Well, crap."
…
Mira was laying in her bed, peacefully teetering on the edge of sleep when a crack of thunder broke out, followed by several thumps inside the cabin. Immediately, the demon mage was up, sitting stoutly in the middle of the bed, her eyes wild and alert as she glanced around the room.
"M-Mira…"
Silhouetted by the dim hall light, Elfman and Lisanna stood under the door frame, their shadows looming over their older sister's room. The edge of their features caught the half-light, illuminating the fear and worry on their faces as another crack of thunder echoed, making both the snowy haired siblings shudder.
Elfman whimpered once again, his lip curled cutely as he stared into his older sister's eyes. "Mira…"
The demon mage smiled sympathetically at her younger siblings, letting out a sigh as she shook her head nostalgically. "You two never change…" She breathed, an odd hint of happiness flowing from her melodic voice as she scooted to one side of the bed, smiling brightly at her siblings.
The younger Strauss siblings breathed a sigh of relief as they swarmed into their big sister's room, their eyes sparkling with relief.
Lisanna climbed into the plush bed, which creaked and groaned beneath the added weight as she snuggled closely to her oldest sibling, who petted her head fondly. Elfman walked to the other side of the mattress, kneeling down on the floor and folding his arms over the edge of the bed, before laying his large head down in the nook of his elbow and looking admiringly up at his older sister, who laid back only after making sure her siblings were situated.
The demon mage placed a hand on each of their heads reassuringly and ran her fingers through their damp hair, smiling warmly as she closed her eyes and let out a long, slow breath. It had been too long since they'd run to her, hiding from the thunder in the middle of the night. She had missed the feeling of protecting them from their own fears, of being the person they relied on. They had both been growing up so quickly, she hardly had time to keep up.
Too quickly… She thought with a sigh.
There was a knock at the door.
For the second time that night, the demon mage was alert, as were the other members of the Strauss family. For a minute, they assumed it was just the storm, and the sound of rain did its best to comfort them, but before long another knock echoed through the cabin, an eerie pulse in the dark. Mirajane slid her slim, exposed legs off of the bed and furrowed her brow, silently creeping down the hall and into the living room. Behind her was the reassuring sound of familiar feet, and she couldn't help but smile at the comforting feeling of their auras.
However, the eldest Strauss didn't have any time she felt like wasting, so she put on her best demon-face, let out a breath, and swung open the door.
She deadpanned.
In the small doorway was a dripping, irritated Raijinshuu, standing on the small porch like an old, wet, angry cat someone had thrown in the rain. Laxus leaned over and rested his arm on the doorway, his face coming dangerously close to the demon mage's. He had on his best toothy grin, his eyebrows quirked confidently, although there was the oddest timid fringe in his voice as he locked eyes with the demon.
"Mind if we crash her for tonight?"
Crash. That's what thunder did, right?
Okaaaaaaay…. So, I really wish this had turned out better, and I'm suuuper sorry for the slow start! I promise it'll have way more Miraxus in the next chapter, I just didn't wanna rush stuff too much, y'know? I wish I could write better for you guys, I really do, but I'll keep trying my best, 'kay? :D Any type of review is welcome, and thanks for reading! J
~Kishi