Waving Freedom Farewell
Groaning in pain, Gajeel blinked his eyes open to see bright sunlight...and seagulls? The roll of the sea made him nauseous, the salty smell of the water burning his nose from the open porthole.
"Get up." a low voice ordered. Gajeel looked over to see a large muscled blonde man with a lightning scar down the side of his face. Dressed much like a pirate with his heavy coat draped over his wide shoulders, a sword at his hip and a P branded across the top of his left hand, the blonde curled a lip in a greeting snarl. For some reason he was reminded of that giant glaring at him over the tree tops.
Wide brown eyes flashed through his mind and Gajeel covered his face, feeling defeated and angry. It didn't make sense. Why couldn't he just forget the blue one? He didn't even know her damn name!
"I said get up."
"I heard you," Gajeel snapped, shakily pushing himself to his feet while trying hard to avoid barfing at the man's feet. He is in a cabin of a ship, Lily lying asleep on the floor at his feet. His tail is bandaged up from what looked like a nasty fracture.
"How long was I unconscious?"
"About three days. Care to tell me how you were flying through the air with a panther from the Tenrou Isles?"
"You wouldn't believe me," Gajeel muttered,feeling his nose and wincing at the tender cartilage. It seems it had been been pushed back into place when he hit the ocean's surface from the fall. That would also explain Lily's tail. The ocean is not forgiving when you hit it with full force.
Leaning down, the giant blonde sniffed at Gajeel and his dark eyes widened in shock. "Makarov..."
"Who's that?"
A maniacal smirk splits the blonde's face as his eyes gleam wildly. Gajeel knows that look. Its of a hunter who caught the scent of his prey, drunk off the thrill of a chase.
"My grandfather, the King of the Fae."
Gajeel's eyes widen in shock. "You're a fairy?"
"Not anymore, or is your nose so broken you cannot smell another dragon?"
He did smell dragon but it wasn't the same. The other scent coming off this blonde smelled more earthy, more magical...
Soon another scent is carried to him on the breeze and Gajeel's eyes dilate, his fangs lengthened and his sore body screamed with the urge to 'find'. The blue one. He smelled the blue one. She is far away but already he knew the direction...and she is sad.
The urge to find her lessened to a dull throb as he realized he was the one who made her sad. In Gajeel's obsession to find her, he hurt her friends. If she hated him, he did not blame her because he blamed himself for making her cry. The tears he can smell on the wind, different from the sea.
"You will take me to him," the blonde grinned as he grabbed Gajeel by the neck and pulled him up to face him.
"I...won't..."Gajeel wheezed, his sore arms unable to push the blonde away.
"You think me stupid? I saw that look on your face just now. It is the look of a mate longing for its other half. You found one in the fae, just like Dragneel did."
Gajeel winced from the bruising grip on his neck. "You...knew?"
"Bastard showed up one day as I was docked to warn me away from their hollow. He was smart enough to soak their scents away before approaching me. Then he used dust to disappear. For that alone, I want to kill him."
Gajeel's mind whirled as he absorbed this information. How did a fairy become a dragon? Dragneel fell for the blonde, it wasn't just him being honorable? The blue...is his mate? Impossible. He wanted to possess her, lay claim to her and sell her at the highest bid...didn't he? He didn't play the sap like Dragneel did, his dark eyes growing moist and soft whenever he talked about the busty blonde who stole his heart. Did he?!
The blonde shook him hard, fangs flashing in warning. "Do we have an accord?"
The black haired dragon slayer weighed his options. At the state of his body, he had no chance of fighting back a half fae, half dragon blonde...whoever. His best chance to survive is to obey this male for now.
Closing his eyes, Gajeel leaned his head back to bare his throat. This showed his submission to the dominant dragon, the alpha male of their culture. The blonde's eyes gleamed in triumph before letting Gajeel fall to the floor, causing Lily to cry from being awakened and jump to all fours, fur on end.
"Good. My name is Laxus Dreyar, captain of the Thunder Legion."
He winced at the well feared name, rubbing at his throat. "Name's Gajeel. Its an honor to sail on your pirate vessel, captain."
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