Mira used to hate her powers. It was thanks to them that they were chased out of home after home. She was the oldest, supposed to look after her siblings, but she caused them so much though, she was grudgingly thankful for them. If she hadn't been born with such strong magic she would have been dead several times she hadn't had these powers her siblings would still be alive.
When they'd heard the rumors that their Mirajane was running rampant in the town she'd left for on a job, Fairy Tail had come investigating. If her magic hadn't finally run out, she would have probably killed them all. Not that it matters really. Mira thought, when she reflected back on it. When she'd woken up she'd found herself in the infirmary at Fairy Tail, unable to remember how she'd gotten there. Erza was the only person in the room, which confused Mira. If I'm in the infirmary, where are Lisanna and Elfman? I can't sense their magic anywhere.
"Ah, you have finally awoken." Erza said stiffly, a haunted look in her eyes.
"Erza, where are Lisanna and Elfman? I remember going on a mission, and I remember… feeling a strange magic but after that there's just nothing. I know I brought them with me. Did they get out safe? I mean if I'm in the infirmary then something happened right?" This wasn't like her, this dread rising up inside her. Why, why do I feel like I don't want to hear the answer? Why is Erza looking at me like that?
She didn't normally act this way, especially not with Erza. More often than not, the two girls would start all out brawls with each other. Of course, when someone's your rival you end up spending a lot of time with them. So, while the two girls were pretty close, they normally wouldn't ask about how the other was doing until after they'd beaten each other senseless. It was just how things worked in Fairy Tail.
In Fairy Tail you also cared deeply for your fellow members. Thinking of someone else's safety before your own was extremely common. Nearly as common as causing extensive property damage whenever you went on a job. No one was quite sure when that had become a thing, but they all knew it was practically required of a Fairy Tail mage. That didn't mean they weren't punished for said property damage. They were all constantly getting angry letters from the Magic Council.
And Mira had more reason to worry about Lisanna and Elfman than she would her normal guild mates. Lisanna and Elfman were her younger siblings. They didn't have any parents-which seemed to be a rather common occurrence among the younger Fairy Tail mages-so it was up to Mira to look after them. She'd caused them more than enough trouble in the past, she really didn't need them getting hurt on one of her jobs to be added to her already extensive sources of guilt.
"From what we've been able to find out, the magic you ran into was similar to Take Over Magic, but far more dangerous. A type of magic that apparently invades the mind and draws out the magic it finds." Erza started carefully. She'd had this explained to her by Master and Levy, and they'd mentioned some pretty complicated things that she wasn't exactly able to think too deeply about at the moment, all things considered, but she at least had a basic idea. "Normally this just causes Magic Withdrawal but," Erza bit her lip and hesitated. Erza doesn't hesitate. Why is Erza hesitating? "When confronted with exceptionally large amounts of power, it simply… goes crazy." Erza turned her head, hiding her face from Mira but revealing long claw marks running down the right side of her face. Red and angry, tinted with black around the edges. Mira would know those kinds of scars anywhere.
Mira was numb. She knew she had a large amount of magical power. You simply didn't become an S-class mage without having a lot of magic. She'd never considered a scenario where that would be a disadvantage during a job, and she was more than tempted to believe Erza was messing with her. But she knew exactly where those wounds came from.
"Erza… Erza tell me where Lisanna and Elfman are!" Mira could feel tears threatening to spill from her eyes. How long had it been since she'd last cried? Years. Since before Lisanna and Elfman had learned take over magic. When Erza just shook her head they overflowed onto her cheeks.
Her hands grabbed the thin blankets covering her legs, squeezing until the fabric began to tear. "Erza, who gave you those wounds? You got them on your last mission right? Clumsy Erza, you're always getting hurt aren't you?" The acid dripped easily from her mouth, a habit she couldn't remember starting. Try as she might, she couldn't stop the words from punching a hole in her stomach-they'd been aimed at Erza, but deep inside she knew they were meant for herself.
"I'm so sorry Mira. I wasn't strong enough to protect them. Forgive me." Mira had never seen Erza cry before, and couldn't merge the sight with her image of Erza.
Erza had a lot of experience in battle. She knew how to handle herself when Mira got serious-not to mention at least half the guild who were older and more experienced than either of them. She wasn't reckless, she wouldn't go into any battle without considering her own strengths and weaknesses, and how she could make use of them, for each and every enemy she faced. The rational part of Mira's brain was telling her that if Erza had taken a hit like that-when she had thousands of different armors at her disposal that could have negated the attack-then people who were less experienced with magic would end up with more than battle scars. She'd never once thought of her siblings as weak or inexperienced. Sure they weren't S-class mages like she and Erza, but they could handle themselves. But there were rules for a reason. And one of the most enforced rules in Fairy Tail was only S-class mages, or those accompanied by an S-class mage, could go on the tougher jobs. That's what her rational half was telling her.
But Mira wasn't exactly on speaking terms with the rational part of her brain at the moment.
Suddenly Mira was filled with rage. Throwing the cover off her legs-she didn't stop to think about how beaten up they were, about the fact that they shouldn't be able to hold her up-and shoved Erza against the wall. "What are you talking about Erza!? You're strong enough to beat me! Why didn't you stop me?! You should have stopped me!" Her words got stuck in her throat, anger and disgust coursing through her. She'd been weak and she was taking it out on someone else-she was taking it out on her best friend who she knew would have tried her hardest to save Lisanna and Elfman.
Erza couldn't reply, couldn't deny the accusations. She felt responsible, she felt so horrible. She was a plague-she really was. Why did everyone she became close to always end up getting hurt? She'd thought that Mira was strong enough to counter her natural bad luck. No-she couldn't make excuses for herself. She'd been weak, and given into loneliness.
So when Mira turned and stormed out of the infirmary, Erza didn't try and stop her. It was best she left.
No matter how hard she tried she'd never wash the blood of her friends off her hands. I should have let Jellal kill me.
To say that Natsu hadn't taken the news well was an understatement.
There had been throwing, there had been yelling, and of course, there had been a whole lot of fire. He'd come to his senses eventually-he always did-but to keep him from doing some stupid and Natsu-like in the meantime, they'd chained him up.
Literally. Who knew they'd had magic resistant chains in the basement all these years.
When Mira stumbled through the guild hall, Natsu broke free of the restraints they'd put him in-somewhere in the guild someone began writing a fervent letter to the Magic Council about the importance of furthering anti-magic research. He slammed her against the wall, a crack running floor to ceiling showing just how angry he was. Her mouth opened as she tried to breathe, but her lungs seemed incapable after the impact. She must be more seriously hurt than she had realized if an attack from Natsu could leave her breathless. "You're a murderer! You killed her! You killed Lisanna!" The words continued to fly from his mouth, no longer making sense in her exhausted mind. Suddenly, she felt her arm turn into that of a demons, as if of its own accord. Tightening her grip around his neck, she squeezed until her joints began to pop in protest. When she thought her knuckles would break, she flung the now unconscious Natsu out of her way.
People flew out of her way as she stumbled toward the doors. She could hear Master yelling something at her, but a blast of dark magic in his general direction and he shut right up. She didn't belong in Fairy Tail. It was a place she no longer had the right to be. She'd never felt any particular fondness to the place-if she'd been listening her conscience would have told her that wasn't true-but Lisanna and Elfman had truly loved it. She couldn't taint their home with her murderous existence.
She transformed her ratty clothes into a cloak, shrouding her face from view, just as she had done so many times before. It would take a little getting used to, but she would adjust. No one should have to see the face of a demon after all.
AN: There weren't nearly enough stories focusing on Mira so I decided to write one myself. The problem was Mira is pretty much completely oriented around her siblings, and if I wanted Mira to go out and kick butt I'd have to have them along for the ride too. So I needed to get rid of them. As luck would have it that just happened to give me the story start that I needed. So enjoy this, my first ever multi chapter story. I do have a number of chapters written but I need to fine tune most of them until I'll be happy with them, I currently am planning tentatively to update once a week but we'll see how that goes. Please tell me any errors you find-I'm horrendous with spelling so I'm sure there's a great deal of gibberish words in here. If for some reason you like the story enough to want to help me improve it, I'm in the market for a beta reader, feel free to send a message my way. Thank you for taking the time to read this far, I hope you'll tolerate me until the end-which might not be for quite a while. I've got some ideas of where to take this story, but I suppose we'll see what happens. Until next time; Stay floating your boat or something.
A/N *Update* Just some grammar and spelling corrections with some very minor tweaking of the story.