Gajeel POV
I entered the guild hall with sweat beading on my forehead. I sensed Lucy nowhere in the main area of the guild hall, but higher up. I noticed all the other guild members avoiding their gazes from me. I quickened my pace to the top of the building to go report to Master. I heard the crack of a whip.
Lucy!
I bolted inside Master's office, finding him looming over my mate and son. He had the whip Lucy had attached to her hip at all times was in his hand. Rogue was standing between Master and Lucy, welts covering his arms, legs and face. His shirt was torn and blood was seeping out over the cut just under his left eye. Lucy was on the ground, a bruise forming on her cheek. I was livid. I had made it clear to the last man from our guild not to touch my Lucy. Master knew what he was doing, and he was about to get what he asked for.
I let out a deep growl at the same time Rogue did, making his seem more menacing. I silently walked behind Master without his noticing. I joined my hands together and lifted them above my head. Silently, coating them in my metal scales, I sent them crashing into the back of Master's head.
I watched as he squirmed on the ground in pain. He glared pathetically at me as I lifted him off the ground by his shirt. "You want us in your guild; maybe you shouldn't piss me off by beating my family. You're lucky I won't do worse to you," I dropped him to the ground with a thud and moved to my son and mate, lifting Lucy's tired form into my arms as Rogue stood defiantly next to me. "That is… yet."
Faintly, I registered the sound of gulping from where I threw Master. We left his office with our heads held up high and walked out of the building in silence, seeing as how I wasn't going to commend Rogue in front of Master or the other guild members. Though, as soon as we got home, he was getting a reward. But I wasn't too worried about that. I was too worried about Lucy, she had yet to wake up and we were a good mile away from the guild hall. I was beginning to worry. Rogue was holding his cut on his cheek, trying not to let on that he was in pain. I looked at him with worry, debating on what I should tell my son.
"It's okay to cry, Rogue." I decided.
"I don't wanna…"
I smiled softly. "I know. It's hard to let it out, Rogue, you'll learn that one day." We entered the small three bedroom flat we rent on the outskirts of Oak Town. "Rogue, go check the mail." I told him out of habit. We would leave this apartment as a family and come back as one. Lucy would be the first inside, already heading for the kitchen to make dinner. I would send Rogue to get the mail as I went for the shower, and Rogue would come in jabbering about his day at school. Instead of what would normally be a happy day for us, we were stuck worrying over Lucy, who I laid on our bed. I sat down next to her, brushing a few strands of hair out of her face, when Rogue came running into the room waving a letter in the air.
"Papa! Look!" Rogue carefully sat himself between Lucy and me and handed me the letter.
I looked at the wax stamp on the back and almost laughed. These fairies are persistent. I quickly opened the letter.
Dear Redfox Family,
I would like to formally invite you to our guild. Phantom Lord isn't a great environment to be raising children in, as you already can see. Of course, you're actions toward us will be forgiven. I also hear that Lucy Atlas is related to our Natsu Dragneel. To think that the boy has family is quite astonishing. However, I understand if you have no wish to come to us, but do consider this a fresh start or a blank slate. You can be happy here.
Sincerely, Makarov Dreyar, Guild Master of Fairy Tail.
I let out a small chuckle and looked over at Lucy. Her nose scrunched up and she lurched forward, emptying her stomach contents on the floor. I let out a sigh and held her hair back so she could finish. Damn this morning sickness.
Rogue went to the kitchen to clean up his mother's vomit as I picked her up and carried her to the bathroom. She whimpered lightly at the cool feeling of the tile floor on her bare feet.
"How's Rogue, Gajeel?"
"He's fine. I never should have let you go back on your own. I knew Master wouldn't be happy with us." I growled lowly.
"Stop blaming yourself, Gajeel. I'm glad it was us who got the bad end of Master's wrath, not one of the normal-class members. We can take his lashings, they can't. Not as much as he gives them out."
I laughed lightly. "You care for them so much, don't you?" She walked slowly over to the sink and grabbed her toothbrush, already applying the toothpaste. She began to brush her teeth. I watched her study me through the mirror. She spit into the sink and looked at me. "Maybe we should leave Phantom Lord, Gajeel."
Hey!
So I' started writing my very own novel and for those of you who would like to start reading it, PM me and I'll send you the link! I'm really proud of it too!
That's all I have to tell you guys, oh, well, and there's the fact that this is my last week of shcool! Yay! Then I have to go take Eng 3 over the summer! Oh well.
-Jay, signing off