Chapter 5 - Bloody Misunderstanding

"Listen Laxus…I still-..." Laxus cut him off right there by yanking the man into his arms and tearing off his mask crashing their lips together. Once their lips were locked their bodies both reacted to one another's Mystogan cupping Laxus' cheeks and Laxus' pulling Mystogan all the way into his lap. He was practically straddling the lightning dragon slayer now. But neither of them minded…. They were together now, finally.

The couple parted lips staring into each other's eyes and kissed again both of them feeling the spark of love through their kiss. Mystogan was the first to part this time, "No, wait Laxus, we shouldn't get carried away," he warned. "Tch, seems like someone's just scared," the other man teased. "I am not!" He protested getting off of his lap and standing up dusting the small strands of grass from his pants. "Ha! Are too! You-"

"You there! Stop this instant!" Both froze and then turned to face Lahar and Doranbolt of the magic council along with about a dozen guards. "What the hell does the council want?" Laxus asked in an irritated tone. He just got back with Mystogan after four years and now THIS? "Jellal Fernades you are under arrest!" Lahar commanded as both of their eyes went wide. Pressing their backs together, the couple was surrounded by dogs of the council military. Each and everyone was a mage and could wield powers that could pulverize one's own magic. Mystogan raised his hands, "Please, I am not who you think I am…!" He pleaded but the guards grabbed him roughly by the shoulders and arms and dragged him over to Lahar and Doranbolt.

Trying to get him back, Laxus punched one of the soldiers only to have about a dozen hold him back. As he squirmed in their grasp he wanted to shout out his disbelief that Mystogan wasn't 'Jellal Fernandes'... But did he really have any proof? A thud along with a grunt snapped him from his thoughts and he whipped his head up to see Mystogan on his knees with blood trickling down his forehead. They must have smashed his face into the ground….! "You sick bastards! Why do this?! You have no proof he is the real 'Jellal'!" He shouted at them as Lahar took a fist full of Mystogan's bangs and pulled him up to at least chest height.

Tracing the scar over the boy's right eye Lahar answered the man who was currently sparkling lightning. "This is all the prof I need." He dropped the mage to his knees again as he raised his hand above him as if to abuse the so called 'criminal' more but his arm was caught. "Let go of my arm, Doranbolt!" The black hair man protested trying to wiggle his arm from his parent's grasp. "Stop it, Lahar. He's had enough." His voice was soft yet strict. Fuming with anger Lahar yanked his arm out of Doranbolt's grasp straightening his glasses. "I'll decide that," he said and ordered for Mystogan to be taken away and it was done as such. Laxus was frozen to his spot. Damned guards…! He cursed in his thoughts as he couldn't do anything but watch his love be dragged away to a dark and dingy jail cell.

After being shoved into the carriage and locked in, Mystogan tiredly slouched against the bars as the magic automobile started to move. At the same time, a ginger haired man stumbled out of a bar nearly drunk. A hiccup woke the man's eyes as he caught a glimpse of a tuft of bright blue hair and a familiar set of clothes behind bars. His dark eyes widened, "Mystogan…..?"

It was absolute torture.

Pain….pain….pain…

It was endless…. The shreds of life seemed to fade faster than they had ever before as the light slowly extinguished from his eyes. Dragged back to the cell and thrown in, chained to the stone wall and left in darkness…..

Mystogan opened his weary eyes to the sound of the door to his cell opening. He watched as a tall figure walked through and set down a small tray of food. "I know….I know you aren't him," Mystogan looked up at the man's face. It was Doranbolt. Through dried and bloodied lips Mystogan managed to choke out a few words, "How….Did you...know?" The black haired mage knelt in front of the prisoner and stared into his deathly eyes. "Your eyes," at the other's confused look he continued, "Your eyes….they were full of sadness, regret and fear. The real 'Jellal' doesn't fear nor hold any sadness for serving his time in prison...that's how I knew." This explanation brought a smile to Mystogan's lips. "Thank...you…" He whispered. Just before Doranbolt could speak a loud crash came through the air shaking the walls and ground. Alarmed guards started to swarm around as Doranbolt was called back and had to leave. The door was locked once again.

There is only one type of magic that I know that could make that sound…. Gildarts.

Yes in fact the strongest wizard in the Fairy Tail guild had come to save the S-Class wizard along with two others as well. While Gildarts does what he does best (aka wrecking havoc), the other two mages hurried along the passageways and broke through the gates and bars before coming into the dingy cell that Mystogan was being held up in. "Mystogan!" The voice was that of Laxus Dreyar. "L….us…" He could hardly speak and could barely contain his joy from seeing the other. Tears streaming down his face he was released from the chains and fell almost lifelessly into Laxus' arms. He rubbed the other's back comfortably and picked him up bridal style. In that moment another man took Mystogan's place. Looking back he realized it was the real Jellal Fernandes. His eyes widened, "What….what are….you…" he tried to speak but he couldn't manage much.

Jellal held up his hand and smiled at him as he clipped the chains onto his wrists, "This is where I need to be," he said, "For now, I belong here….Don't shed tears for me, Mystogan." But the boy continued to weep, "Nobody deserves to be behind bars like this….!" He cried out, "You don't deserve this!" Laxus gave a nod of thanks to Jellal before turning heel and running off with Mystogan. He was still in tears by the time they met up with Gildarts and fled back to Magnolia.

Once they were back in town, Laxus took no time in bringing Mystogan to his apartment and setting him on the couch. Gildarts came in the house after them and closed the door behind them rushing over to the wounded mage. "Help me take off his shirt," Gildarts ordered the blonde. He nods and helps Mystogan sit up and then holds him there while Gildarts takes out a small knife from his pocket, unsheath it and cut open Mystogan's shirt and rip it off of him. The scars on his chest and stomach were pretty deep and three of some of the smaller ones were still bleeding. "Don't let him move." Laxus did as he was told and held Mystogan's arms away from his chest. He whines in pain as Gildarts starts to clean the wounds and stitch him back together.

After about two hours Mystogan was stable and sleeping in his bedroom with his torso, legs, arms, and neck wrapped in bandages. Laxus was sitting in one of the kitchen tables fumbling with his fingers. Gildarts came back from checking on Mystogan and threw away the bloody rags and bandages washing his hands afterwards. "Will he be okay?" Laxus asked as Gildarts sighed down in the chair across from him. "Yeah, he'll be just fine. But I wouldn't leave him alone, he's gonna try to get up and try to work and we can't let him do that." He stroked the stubble on his chin, "We could take turns watching him?"

He suggested and Laxus shook his head, "No, I'll watch him, you should focus on the guild." This comment made Gildarts smirk, "Alright~, Whatever you say!" He said causing Laxus to roll his eyes. "On a more serious note," Gildarts said standing up, "You need to be careful," Laxus scoffed, "Ha, I know that." Gildarts placed a hand on his shoulder, "I'm serious, Laxus, you know it's coming soon." The lightning mage dropped his gaze, "Yeah, I know." Removing his hand Gildarts walked over to the door with Laxus following him to lock it behind the man. When there the crash mage turned to him, "You need to figure out who your mate is, Laxus," he said and it was Laxus' turn to smirk, "I already know that," and before he could say anything else, Laxus shut the door and locked it.

Outside Gildarts smiled to himself and ran his hand through his hair to slick it back again, "Cheeky little brat," he mumbled while walking away from the house.

It was a full moon that night and it shone brightly until a dark yellow hue spread across the light. Tomorrow started the new season….Dragon Mating Season.