Ch. 90: Strong
Day: 90
Disclaimer: I don't own Fairy Tail.
Genre: Family
Summary: "Teach me to be strong," Iggy demanded.
"Hey Mom?" The blonde looked up to the sound of a familiar voice. Instantly, she started with surprise.
"Yes, Iggy?" She asked with a bit of concern, eyes raking over her twelve-year old son, taking him all in. Unlike his sister, who was constantly finding new ways to dirty herself, his clothes were crisp, clean, and void of dirt. His hair was always finely combed, and his shoes were always tied.
But now, his blonde hair was in disarray, his pants were ripped, showing bloodied knees, and his hands were coated in small scratches.
"Teach me to be strong." Iggy demanded. Once again, Lucy was taken aback. Iggy was always polite, never needy. She knew something must have happened to make him act so oddly.
She just wasn't sure she wanted to know what.
Lucy asked anyway. "Why, honey?" Her voice was laced with concern as she spoke.
"I wanna be strong."
"But why?" she asked again.
Iggy didn't answer, just set his jaw with a stubbornness that was familiar to Lucy. She was just used to seeing it on a much older, pink-haired face.
Lucy sighed. "Okay." She stood up, taking her son's hand. "Let's teach you to be strong."
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