Welcome back to another chapter of "If we could only go back in time." I hope you are all enjoying it so far. Tell me what you think in the comment box below. Also I have a question, would you all like a playlist for this fic? I would be posting it on 8tracks. Every song that would be on that playlist would have a small summary as to why I chose it.
The party that Fairy Tail held went on for three days.
Booze was flowing through everyone's body making their sorrows all go away. Even the Thunder Legion was able to dull the pain inflicted by the loss of their Captain. They were all having a good time talking to people they hadn't talk to in seven years.
Elfman and Evergreen finally found a way to talk and not have it break out into an argument. Bickslow made sure to point that out to Ever's annoyance.
Sadly, however, it seemed that the Gods were not ready to see the Thunder Legion having a good time. When Lamia Scale came to visit to see if rumors were true Laxus didn't like the way Lyon stared at him.
As if the Ice make mage was holding something from him. His eyes screaming "If you try anything, I will fight you!" Then that was the moment when a gust of wing flew into the guild. With it carried a very familiar scent, which even after seven years never changed.
It was Freed's. For a moment Laxus had thought that his Captain had come back home, but there was something that blended with Freed's scent that was much stronger. Clear evidence that he was nowhere near the guild, his scent had only mixed with someone else's.
Laxus made sure to concentrate on the smell. He ruled out that it was any of the visiting Lamia Scale members until he stopped when Lyon's scent hit him. There was no mistaking it. Freed's scent was all over him. A ball of possessiveness drove Laxus to clutch his mug of ale. Bickslow took note of his friend's distress with worried eyes that were hidden by his mask.
"Yo, baby. What's wrong?" He asked in a hushed tone.
The Lightning mage took a moment to try and compose himself but the more he smelt Lyon the more his anger was growing. There was something wrong with the way the Ice mage smelt. Laxus couldn't say what it was, but it was something that made acid rise at the back of his throat.
Laxus would admit that during his time of exile -which he was still doing- he had a lot of time to think. Most importantly he had time to reflect over his actions and emotions that seemed to have escaped him during the battle of Fairy Tail. One thing he figured out was that Freed was someone who had become more than a friend. For a while Laxus thought that it might have been that he saw Freed as a brother, but that didn't explain why he was reacting the way he was. Something was the matter with Laxus that even he wasn't able to figure out.
To Laxus, Freed was no longer a friend. He was something more, but Laxus didn't know what.
"Lyon knows where Freed is." Laxus all but growled.
Bickslow was surprised with the answer he had gotten. He took a moment to look at the man in question and saw the way he was fawning over Juvia. The sight was a strange one, but it didn't stop the next question to escape his lips.
"How the hell do you know?"
Laxus took another deep breath to make sure that he wasn't overreacting. Damn was that a bad mistake. The smell alone was throwing his emotions all over his head. There was anger at the thought that Lyon had been anywhere close to Freed. There was relief at the thought that Freed was alive. There was confusion at the thought of how Lyon had been able to be covered in Freed's scent so fully.
"He stinks of Freed." Was all Laxus said before he got up and marched up to Lyon.
Bickslow looked at Laxus' retreating form and came up with the same question the blonde was looking answers for. "How is it that he smells like Freed?" He called out to Laxus.
Yet, it was too late. The blonde was pushing past his guild mates with his sights trained on Lyon who was standing next to some woman with long thick pink hair. Gray was with them as well, it seemed that he had tried to pick a fight with his ex-classmate. His own jealousy of Lyon in regards to Juvia escaping his tightly sealed composure.
Laxus didn't waste time on pleasantries, his mind was racing a million miles a minute trying to figure out one thing. "Why do you smell like my Freed?"
Wait "my Freed…" what the hell did he mean by that.
The thought alone was a bit frightening for him. When did he start thinking of Freed as his?
Lyon finally noticed the large blonde after turning away from Gray, whose attention was on the great Salamander. "Can I help you?" He asked rather defensively.
The Ice make mage wasn't going to ask oblivious. He knew who was in front of him. It was the great Laxus Dreyar. Freed would have been an idiot if he hadn't mention the man to Lyon. Not only that, but Lyon would have been a fool for not knowing the name of the one of the strongest wizards of Fairy Tail in the first place.
His question seemed to be enough to snap Laxus out of whatever trance he was in because the moment he heard Lyon's words his eyes harden to a deadly glare filled with rage, jealousy, and possessiveness.
"Where's Freed?" Was all Laxus would say. He couldn't bring himself to ask why Lyon smelt the way he did. The answer he knew he would have gotten would have been the last straw for him.
The woman with pink hair was the one to speak. "Well, our Freed is on a mission." Her eyes were wide with innocence and the sort of fake kindness that was oozing off her was sickening to Laxus.
Laxus didn't like that response. "What do you mean yours?" He asked. The idea of Freed in a different guild was still something that wasn't really able to register in his brain.
Sherry was a bit taken back by the response, not knowing what the large man was meaning.
Lyon finally was given the chance to speak and before he did so he took a step forward and made sure to have Sherry behind him.
He looked Laxus dead in the eye when he said the next words. "He's been a part of our guild for that last six years. I would have to say that we have been granted with the right to call him ours just like he would call us his."
For some reason Laxus couldn't help but think that there was an inferred mine. He knew that Lyon was trying to say something, but he was holding himself back.
Freed isn't yours in anyway Snowflake! He belongs to me, he belongs to Fairy Tail.
"The moment that he hears that we're back he won't be yours much longer." Laxus shot back.
At that Lyon had the guts to smirk.
Oh, you're just asking me to kick your ass!
"He was one of the first to know of your return. Yet, he still hasn't shown up to welcome you back. That must be a sign." Lyon said triumphantly.
Sherry gasped at her guild mate's words.
"Lyon stop that! We mustn't spew out hate when there should be nothing but love! It's clear that Laxus loves Freed dearly! Maybe Freed's just been busy!" Sherry called out. She was tugging at Lyon's shoulder and looking at Laxus with apologetic eyes. She was trying her hardest to fix the situation.
Funny that when the wolf howled the pack wasn't that far behind.
The moment that they heard Sherry in distressed Evergreen and Bickslow were at Laxus' side. Not to try and calm him but ready for a fight.
"It's true…" Lyon said with something close to a sneer. His own possessiveness clear in the way his eyes shined. After all Freed had gone through because of the man standing before him, Lyon was not going to treat Laxus with any sort of respect. Having Freed going through hell was something that he never wanted to see again. If keeping him away from Laxus prevented that from happening again then that was exactly what he was going to do.
Jura took note of the commotion that was happening towards to front of the guild. He gave Makarov a small nod before he pushed off from the bar counter. Marching towards the pair of angry men.
"Both you need to calm down!" He roared.
All eyes were on the Wizard Saint the moment he let his voice be heard.
"If you are only going to causing trouble here then we might as well take our leave." He said that staring straight at Lyon. Who at this point was able to calm down somewhat.
Lyon shrugged off Sherry's hold on his shoulder and began making his way to the door.
Sherry was close behind but not before she gave a small smile at the Thunder Legion who were still tightly wound up.
Jura just ignored the Fairies entirely. His business with Makarov was done so he began to follow Lyon and Sherry out of the guild hall.
Yuka took pity on the team and walked up to them with no ill intent. His wore a small smile with his hands held behind his back. "I do apologize on behalf of Lyon. He is a very short tempered mage."
Laxus looked at Yuka with some hesitation, not truly trusting any mages from Lamia Scale at that point.
"As for Freed. He is doing well, this was just a bit too much for him to take in. He thought you were all dead for seven years." He said. The last part laced with an almost pity tone.
Evergreen gasped in shock. She hadn't thought about it that way at all. Everyone in the guild had been so welcoming and they never once brought up the idea that they thought Fairy Tail's strongest were dead. Having it put into perspective was rather frightening.
"Do you think he'll want to come back?" She asked softly. All the fight in her vanished and was replaced with a sort of fatigue.
Yuka looked Evergreen over and his eyes soften when they met hers. "I'm not sure of that. We haven't seen him the last few days."
Bickslow gave an understanding hum. He then rub his face under his mask to try and process everything that was sort of forced on him.
Laxus looked down at the floor finding it oddly fascinating. His throat was tight, preventing him from speaking at all. Freed thought you were dead. He thought.
For some reason that was something that really did it for Laxus.
Yuka took note of the way Laxus' body just began to fold in on itself. He could feel the intense magical energy coming off him in waves. His emotions clear in the way Yuka could feel his distress.
There was no point in dwelling in such things when he too needed to figure out what was to be done in the next few months. He knew for a fact that his guild would be put against Fairy Tail very soon. Laxus and his team didn't need to worry of never seeing Freed, because they might just see him in a way they were never used to.
"Do not worry, you will see your friend soon." He said lastly, spinning on his heel and walking out of the guild following his retreating friends.
Laxus took this as his chance to watch Lamia Scale walk off and with it went Freed's scent.
"…Laxus loves Freed dearly!" Sherry had said.
Was that true? Did Laxus love Freed, well of course he did. Freed was Laxus' closest friend, but there was something nagging him at the back of his mind. Freed was starting to turn into something more. Laxus was scared to figure out what that was, but he just knew one thing and that was that Freed needed to come back home.
"Freed baby thought we were dead…" Bickslow said almost in disbelief.
As the days passed: Laxus was brought out of exile, Freed returned from his mission, the flecks of blood in his short green hair sending Lyon and Sherry into a frenzy. When everyone was settle and the news of Tenrou's appearance was no longer a shock but a miracle, guilds across the land of Fiore were choosing who would represent them in the Grand Magic Games.
Fairy Tail chose Erza Scarlet, Gray Fullbuster, Lucy Hearfilia, Wendy Marvell, and Natsu Dragneel. However, there was a secret Team B that no one was prepared for.
Lamia Scale chose Jura Neekis, Chelia Blendy, Yuka Suzuki, Lyon Vastia, and Freed Justine.
Sadly, however, if Freed knew what he would have had to face then he would never have entered into the games.
