~Possession~
Chapter 1
~About Seven Years Ago~
"Fried, you insolent brat, get back here!"
The thirteen year old boy just pushed his legs to run faster, praying that his father's assistant wouldn't catch him. He didn't want to go back to that house. He didn't want to go back to the place where he was nothing more than a weapon that needs sharpening. He just managed to escape with nothing except for the clothes on his back and an old fencing sword after eight years of carefully planning and memorizing of every nook, cranny, and crack of that damn house.
The chance to be free finally presented itself in the early hours of today, during the period of time when the night guarders handed their posts to the day guarders. While the four minute debrief happened, Fried silently removed the window bars that he had been sawing at for the past couple of months with sharpened pieces of stone and animal bones, and slipped through the small hole in the wall. But, just as he was running through the looming metal gates, his father's assistant- a small man with beady black eyes and a long, sharp nose- caught sight of him and sounded the alarm. And for whatever reason, he decided to chase after Fried himself. 'Probably to win more points with the bastard that's my father' thought Fried bitterly as he moved through the crowd of shoppers.
Abruptly, the young wizard smack right into a solid wall. Two hands grabbed his arms, and Fried looked up at the man that he ran into and blushed. The man looked only three years older than he was, making the spiky haired blonde in front of him sixteen. Blue eyes stared curiously at him with eyebrows rose and a long lightning shape scar across the left side of a handsome face stretched. Before even more observations could be made, or first words spoken, the voice of Fried's chaser was closer than he would have liked. "Fried!"
The young teen turned his head, since he was still being held by mysterious boy, to stare at the huffing and puffing man behind him. About twenty feet away to be exact. With hate filled eyes, the worn out assistant snarled, "Get over here now. We are going back to the house, and you will be facing serve punishment." A cold shiver ran down Fried's spine, and before he could so much as more a muscle to run, lightning rose up from the stone cobbled streets, light the screaming man like he was part of the light event at a festival. Before Fried could say anything or do anything, one of his hands were encaged by a warm, large hand and he was dragged through the rushing crowd, all who wanted to see what just happened, by his now unnamed savior. At least that's what the confused boy is chalking the young man that was dragging him quite roughly through the loud streets.
"Um, excuse me?" The blonde turned to stare at Fried as they leaped over a couple of fallen barriers, waiting for the green haired boy to continued, "Did you just do that?"
"Yep."
The slightly older mage just confirmed that question but just created another one- why did he just save someone that he didn't know? He certainly didn't seem like that type to do something because it was the "right" thing to do.
"Sir, why did you-"
"Laxus."
"Excuse me?"
"My name is Laxus."
"Um, Laxus, why did you just save me?"
"Because I own you."
What?!