I DO NOT OWN FAIRY TAIL OR A JACCUZI AT THAT
BURNING
A/N- This is a week before the Tenrou Island events. And exceeds do not exist.
CHAPTER-3
Natsu continued to glare at her but said, "Mira it is time you drop your Fucking mask" in a voice totally different from the one he had while he confronted Erza, a voice so gentle and caring yet so knowing and warm, a stark contrast from his earlier demeanour. "I think it is literally time..." XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
Mira could only look at Natsu without her usual cheerful look on her face. Everyone expected Natsu to continue with what he had started, but he did not. The only one who gave a knowing face was Elfman, who too had a sad expression on his face, looking towards the guild's wooden floor.
Mira stayed quiet, hoping to escape from her situation, but that was not going to be. "I guess I'll have to continue with what I had started." Natsu sighed sadly. Oddly everyone knew that it was about Lisanna.
Natsu directly addressed Mira again. "Don't think you can fool me Mira. I have asked you to stop doing that several times now but you do not listen to me. You did that again today. Although you did a nice job to try and cover it up, you of all people know my actual abilities and the fact that it is futile to try and fool me but you still tried to cover it up. I know you did it again today."
By this time the guild was simply perplexed. Cana was not even drinking, trying to get her head around what was happening. They simply stared at Mira again, wanting an explanation.
"Mira drop it." Natsu said firmly, flaring his magic power to drive the point in that he would get his demand. Knowing the Demon in Mirajane, the guild knew that a demand by her superiors was a thing her demon nature compelled her to fulfil, and that she would only do so if she recognized the person as her senior.
Suddenly the characteristic glow of Mira's transformation magic was seen. The guild was shocked again when they saw Mira standing behind the bar, having a guilty look on her face. Her face looked almost broken down.
Mira stood there, in her typical gothic clothes, her purple tank top and black shorts. Her thighs were covered with umpteen slit marks, some relatively fresh, some black, never allowed to be healed, and most covered but more cuts. Her forehead was black and bruised, showing that she slammed her forehead on a wall or something similar. Her back had several, and surely self inflicted whip marks, marring her back from the neck down to her hip up. There were two deep scars, stab wound, one on her stomach just above her naval and the other just below her shoulder blade on the left side. Apart from the many wounds, she looked very different. Her beautiful snowy hair was frayed and frilly. Her eyes were lifeless and had deep dark circles covering them, with a perpetual tear stain on her cheeks. Her red rosy lips were chapped and her shoulders were drooping with weakness.
Her sexy and voluptuous body no longer existed. She was nearly all skin and bones. Her breasts were saggy, not bearing their alluring power anymore. Her ribs were clearly visible, with her skin stretchy from the lack of 'meat' on her body. Her waist size almost border lined that of a child, and her body had become nearly two dimensional due to lack of eating and a definite excessive blood loss causing weakness. Three years of guilt, self harm and holding a mask had finally come to kick Mira back in the ass.
"It has been three years now Mira. You should have moved on a long time ago. It was my fault that i was not present when you needed me the most. I should have stopped you even before you had thought about doing this to yourself. I am truly sorry...Mira. I know her...going was very hard for you, but it is not like you to be weak. Well one does finally snap..." Natsu said comforting a crying Mira with a hug
Mira's anorexic body fell limp into Natsu's strong arms, trying to get tucked into them over and over again. "Mira, I do not know if I would be able to comfort you anymore. I need you to move on. We, I, require the ever strong Mira for support and God knows Sorcerer Weekly needs their beautiful and sexy bikini model back." Natsu said trying to lift the mood.
Mira started crying harder at listening to this and said, in between her sobs,"... You are right 'sob' Natsu...'sniff' Lisanna would have wanted 'sniff' me to ...move on." Mira controlling herself continued," I will no longer be weak anymore. I will live on, with strength and full of life for Lisanna, because that is what she would have wanted. I will no longer dwell in the past, and only look towards the future. No matter how dark it seems, and no matter how dark it is, I will proudly look up at the sky for hope because it is always the darkest under the lamp." Mira now had a resolve, that could give even Natsu's own resolve a run for its money, as she silently asked Wendy for her help with the wounds.
Natsu moved forward, kissing Mira's forehead as a comforting gesture saying, "Elfman, I now you are busy, but you need to take care of Mira for me, OK? She needs your support the most, even more than mine because you are the closest thing to Lisanna she will ever have. Also, when are you and Evergreen going to tell the guild about yourselves? OOPS looks like i just did that..."
Hearing this Evergreen and Elfman blushed red, while the whole guild marvelled at Natsu's ability to even lighten up things in the darkest of moments. Everyone moved forward to congratulate the new couple, giving them all the support in their decision, followed by giving assuring taps and smiles to Mira to get her to cheer up, because everyone knows that even though Natsu is the sunshine of the guild, it is Mira's perfectly smiling and ever cheery face and her eyes filled with vibrancy and life that gave support to even Natsu when he needed it, giving hope to the guild that no matter what happens, everything will turn out to be fine.
"Now that this is over, everyone else is next." Natsu said with determination in his voice.
CHAPTER END
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HEY GUYS ITS ME AGAIN. I AM VERY THANKFUL TO YOU GUYS WHO ARE READING THIS STORY AND THANKS FOR THE REVIEWS.
NO I AM NOT A SADIST IF THAT IS WHAT YOU ARE THINKING. ALSO THE MINDS OF PEOPLE WHO ARE DEPRESSED WORK IN STRANGE WAYS, SO DO NOT JUDGE ME WITH MIRA'S CHARACHTER.
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