Guess who's back with a surprise second take to Day 4! I had this nagging idea while writing Alone, at the part where Lucy wish they had a child to keep Laxus going after their death.

So imagine this. Lucy did have a child with him, but her sickness made it so that she was too weak to survive child birth, thus dying. But instead of keeping him grounded and pulling him from his depression... well, you have to read to see what happenes lol


"Laxus."

"I love you."

"T...take care... of... her."

"I'm sorry."

"LUCY!" Laxus' shouted as his sweat coated body shot up from bed, hand outstretched reaching for something he could not attain, chest heaving and eyes wide.

Realizing that it had been a dream, he retracted his hand, moving them to cradle his head, eyes clenched tight and teeth grinding together as he recalled his dream.

It was the same thing every night. She would be there in his dreams, memories of them together- happy, before it all came crashing down around him. It may have already been fours years since her death, but he could still remember that day in vivid detail.

The sight of her unfocused eyes.

Her deathly pale skin.

The sound of her heart beating slower with each second that passed.

The smell of death, sickness and blood replacing her strawberry scent.

The way their newborn daughter cried in his arms as he scream for her to wake up.

How he wished he could just take all the memories of her, box them up, and throw it away so that they would never seen the light of day again. So that they couldn't continue to torment him day and night.

Gazing around their-... his room, the loneliness set in once more like it always did, it's claws sinking deep as he once more realized that she was gone. None of her trinkets littered the room like they once did. All her belongings locked away in the cellar. And it wasn't just the room. All the pictures and things Lucy had used to decorate the house were taken down and locked away. Laxus just couldn't bare to seen them.

To be reminded that she was gone.

Dead.

Six feet under and unable to touch her, love her, see her.

He just couldn't.

A soft thudding on his door broke through the silence. A quick sniff of the air told him who it was, and he stiffened once catching another scent with it, one he hadn't scented in a while.

Knowing they wouldn't go away until he opened the door, Laxus dragged himself out of bed, his hand hesitating at the knob as another knock came. Taking a deep breath, gathering all the strength that he could for this encounter, he unlocked it and pulled the door open.

Evergreen sent him a small sad smile, her sullen eyes saying all that she could not while in the presence of a child.

"Laxus, Layla has been waiting to see you." Evergreen gingerly spoke as she gave the child clutching at her dress a small push, causing the shy little girl to move forward, still holding tightly to her aunts dress.

He wasn't prepared.

All that strength he had gathered flew right out the window as he gazed down at her.

Silky blond hair, short and in twin pony tails, the same shade as hers.

Large doe brown eyes staring up at him in wonder and hesitation, the same shade and shape as hers had been.

She looked so much like her.

The spitting image of her mother.

Of his late wife.

"P...Papa?" Layla timidly spoke as her large eyes met his, her small little nose scrunching- just the way Lucy's used to, his mind whispered to him. She went to reach for him, to hug him, but before contact could be made, Laxus jerked back as if burned.

He couldn't allow her to touch him. If she did, Laxus knew what little ties that held his sanity and emotions together would snap.

And he would break.

"I-I have to go. I have a mission." He said as he moved further back into the room, the door now nearly half way closed, eyes clouded over as memory after memory of Lucy resurfaced. "I'm sorry."

Before the door fully closed, he caught a glimpse of the four year olds face.

A face full of sadness.

Eyes full of defeat.

She couldn't understand why her father rejected her. Why he couldn't bring himself to spend less than a minute in her presence. She was only a four year old little girl wanting nothing more than to know her father and have his love.

But he just couldn't do it.

Not when she looked so much like Lucy.

Not when she acted so much like her mother.

He just couldn't do it.


So, I know it's short, but what do you all think? I like it. I was going to add more and make this about 1,000 words but it felt better short and bitter to me. Sound off below and let me know how I did considering I just wrote this in like 20 minutes lol.