A/N: This is my first Fairy Tail fanfiction. I am sorry if the characters seem OOC, but they will get better! So I hope you enjoy and please review!
Tuesday, March 9th
I parked in front of the worn down building. Examining it, I saw its crackled paint and broken sidewalks, the stains of a sign that used to hang proudly, saying Magnolia Library. Taking it all in, I scowled. What a dump. The old man was really bringing me down to some new lows with this one. Seriously, a god damned support group.
"This is the last straw, Laxus," The old man yelled as he picked me up from the police office a third time that month. Walking next to him, I remained silent, my headphones resting around my neck, and my hands in the pockets of my jacket. "Are you listening to meyoung man? This is unforgivable. You are 21 years old. You shouldn't be getting into fights anymore. It is just childish!"
"Yeah." I muttered. It wasn't as if I tried to get in trouble, but if you try to fight me, I do retaliate. Pulling out a lighter, I lite a cigar, and put it to my lips, inhaling the smoke. Calmed down a bit, I rebutted Makarov.
"The punk asked for a fight, so I gave him one. It isn't my fault he wanted to get beat to a pulp," I growled, remembering the little twerp. "What does it matter anyway? And why are you even here? I thought that you said you were no longer going to pay my bail." A vein popped in the old man's head.
"That is not the problem here, Laxus! The problem is that you continue to fight no matter what I say to stop you! I swear you are turning out to be just like your father," I glared at him and opened my mouth to argue. He was quick to cut me off. "I didn't want to resort to this, but you have exhausted all other options. Obviously, you have some underlying issues that you need to sort out, so starting next week you will be attending the Dragon Slayers every Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday. No exceptions."
'The Dragon Slayers… who comes up with that goddamn stupid of a name.' The 'Dragon Slayers' was a support group for teenagers and young adults who have 'issues' that they need to sort out. According to Makarov, it included three other members at this point in time, two boys in their late teens, Gajeel and Natsu, and one girl who was in her early teens, Wendy.
'So this is his punishment, huh? I get to sit around and babysit, so that he can go off and work with his other delinquents at Fairy Tail.' For anyone that doesn't know, which most don't, Fairy Tail is an organization started to help delinquents find work and have kids feel like they are in a family, or so says Makarov. That bastard is so devoted to it and is actually its manager, but all he has done with it is filled it with a bunch asses.
Walking into the building, I was hit with the smells of dust and dampness. If the outside was bad, the inside was hell. It was like I had just stepped into a crypt. Everything had a fine layer of dust on it, and the shelves looked as if they had been rotting for a few years now. Even the librarian, who was sorting books, looked as if she was a corpse, and I was afraid that she might be. One thing stood out though. A small blue hair girl was sitting at the desk, her head buried in a book and her glasses falling off her nose. She was wearing a bright orange dress, and a yellow hairband, bring some light into the room. Her name tag read, 'Levy McGarden'. Overall, she had a sort of cute look, but definitely not my type.
Going up to her, I could barely open my mouth before she looked up and said, "You must be here for the Dragon Slayers! They met over in the commons. Have fun, and good luck." She returned to her reading. A little shocked, I began to slowly walk over to the commons. Were the people that come here only ever a part of the Dragon Slayers? Weren't there people who wanted books or stuff? Looking around again, I began to tell why she answered like that. This place was decrepit and probably had any true visitors since the 80s.
Walking to the commons, I saw a little girl with blue hair, dark than Levy's, in pig tails wearing a little white dress. Sitting on the chair next to hers was a little stuffed toy that looked like a white cat. To the girl's right, was another stuffed toy, this one being a light blue cat with a green cape. On her other side, past the white cat, there were two more stuffed toys, a black cat and a yellow one.
'Seriously, how many stuffed cat toys does this girl need?' I shook my head, and turned to head out the doors of this god forsaken place, when a little voice squeaked up at me.
"A-are you Laxus?" It was the damn brat with the cats. Pivoting, I came face to face – face to chest – with the midget. 'When did she even get out of her chair?' Taking a step back, I peered down on the girl and nodded.
"W-welcome. I heard from Mr. Makarov that you were coming today. I-I'm Wendy. Natsu and Gajeel will be here soon, I hope. Come, sit down," She took a hold of my hand and led me back to the circle of chairs. "Can you sit there please?" She pointed at the spot across from her. I complied and sat down. We stayed this way for a while, sitting in silence. The kid would look over sometimes, and then look away as if she was too terrified to say anything. After about twenty minutes of this, I broke the silence.
"So, what's with the… cats?" I said, carefully selecting my words. Her eyes met mine and widened suddenly, and her mouth formed into an "O". Quickly, she reached over to the yellow one, and held it out to me.
"This is Spark," She exclaimed, practically suffocating me with the toy's proximity to my face. I pushed my chair back, to breathe, when I noticed the lightning bolt scar over its left eye, similar to the one on my right eye. "She's yours."
I let out a laugh, and the girl looked a bit more frightened. "I don't need a stuff toy, kid. I am a grown ass man. So you can – " I was cut short by her sadden face. Cringing back into her chair, she muttered something about understanding, and dropped the cat back into its original spot.
'Shit, what am I supposed to do!' I reluctantly reached out and took the cat from its chair and sat it in my lap. The girl looked back at me, her face mixed with confusion and relief. She spoke once more, "I didn't know a lot about you, but Mr. Makarov showed me a picture of you, so I decided to your cat look like you." She beamed a thousand watt smile at me. I grumbled thanks back, and then she explained why she made them in the first place.
Apparently, the brat made the little white cat, or Carla as she calls it, when she was a kid. She took it everywhere with her, and especially to every Dragon Slayer meeting. After that, I sort of drifted off and stared around the library as she blabbered on and on, when something caught my eye.
Among, the dull browns and grays of this decaying library, there was a person with long, green hair drifting down their shoulders onto the lower back, the end of it tied. Two cowlicks jutted out from the side of their head. Currently, they were shelving books. As the kid went on and on, I observed this person. The way their slim fingers ran over the books was intriguing, to say the least, but what really stood out was how great they looked in such simple attire. A white dress shirt and black dress pants did wonders for them.
I smirked, 'Maybe this won't be so bad.' I would strive to come to more meetings if this one was there shelving each time. My concentration was broken, as a pink haired teen came almost flying into a nearby desk. He was followed by another teen with long black hair and way too many piercings. Seriously, too many.
"Natsu! Gajeel! How many times must you insist on entering this building through fighting each other?" A loud, anger, yet still eloquent male yelled. I looked to the source and was shocked. It was the voice of the shelver who I had just admired for ten minutes. That shelver was a guy. I, Laxus Dreyar, was admiring another man.