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Chapter 3: Why did a tear fell?
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A busty brunette walked the large expansive of the Dreyar mansion as the sunshine eroded into the horizon. The sky was bloody orange as if it was a sign of something. The whole mansion was quite as if everybody abandoned it and left without any second thought. It made the busty brunette shiver with fear.
The brunette sported a pair of reading glasses as she continued to her destination. Truthfully, she didn´t want to face her superior´s face especially when she found nothing about the whereabouts of her superior´s lover or almost fiancé. It made him even more piss.
"Oh god," She whispered as she saw her partner smoking near a mahogany made door. "Why didn´t you went first?" She asked the man smoking as he threw into the marble ground and stepped it before speaking in a nervous tone.
"Fuck," All was the broad tall guy said. He was shaking as if someone will kill him or even worse. "Ladies first, Eve" He stuttered as he led his hands into the cold steel doorknob. They were just meeting their superior it wasn´t like the devil was on the other side of the door…right?
"Fuck you, Bixslow" She cussed as she sighted before the tall broad man slowly opened the door.
The bloody orange skies shined brightly as it passed through the largest window of the large room right across them as if the room was made just because of the lighting.
Across the left side, bookshelves attached to the wooden walls of the room towered everything around the room as another floor was made just to accommodate the books on the upper levels that the ladder from down below couldn´t reach. The books were all originals or so the quality of it. It was collected around the continent as if their blond superior was a book collector. Bixslow once opened a book from the towering bookshelf and couldn´t understand what was written on it.
Across it was a burning custom made fireplace as a large painted portrait of their superior stood mightily with his menacing eyes, serious face and his confident structure and his lover sitting right beside him with a warm smile in his face hanged above the fire place framed in a 18th century frame; completely opposite of the blond and dozens pictures of them standing a top of the fireplace and rusted trophies from the past.
Everything around the room oozed with power, money and rarity. A treasure room that thieves would die for to enter.
Both the busty brunette and the tall lean man shook in fear as their superior sat across them in his leather chair as he stared into the twilight outside the room, deep in thoughts.
Bottles of expensive bourbons and wines, was everywhere as if the blond doesn´t care anymore.
Laxus was drunk. He wasn´t that wasted but he wanted to sleep throughout the night peacefully in his now hunting bed where he and his green haired lover made love almost everyday. Sleeping pills or different kinds of sleeping techniques couldn´t help him at all.
4 months had passed like time wasn´t waiting and always moving from him. Everyday, time moved slower and slower like it was a punishment. 4 months had passed since he saw his most handsome lover. Painful wasn´t the word that could describe his pain neither was depressed. It was something more.
Everything around him was only for him; from the largest mansion of Crocus to the undeniable royalty of everyone that surrounded him…it was only for Freed because he was the only one who he knew that could only love him to the ends of the world.
He disappeared…the only one who he loved since the beginning…disappeared.
Laxus...just want to forget him even just for a little while.
"Laxus…" Only a few can call him in his first name and that few were the people who can he trusts. Bixslow and Evergreen were his right hand; they were the ones who can he trust with his everything; from his multibillion-drug empire to his Freed. Freed always affectionally calls them the Thunder God Tribe since he thought that they resembled like the characters from the book that always cherished.
"Laxus," Both spoke with respect as the blond drug mogul turned his chair around and faced them with a serious endeavor.
"Regarding about the drug deal with the people from Magnolia town…" The busty brunette spoke first with a formal voice as she adjusted her eyeglass slightly. "They rejected it." She flat up said without any excuse as right beside her, the tall man felt uncomfortable because their boss wasn´t particularly fond of bad news.
Laxus didn´t react as if he was thinking a plan. The deal was important. Why? Because it could trade without any tariffs from his drug competitors, it could boost empire two-fold as if he was not one of the most powerful drug mogul of all earth land. Since he disappeared, Laxus was all about work as he drank bourbons and wine that seemed to help him concentrate and only stopping for some exercise and cleaning. He had no personal life since then.
"B-but boss," Bixslow suddenly spoke out of the blue. "I can figure something out, just give me 3 days to convince them to open their gates to us," He spoke incoherently. Naturally he wasn´t neither shy nor anti-social, he was probably in the level where his confidence was literally life threatening but Laxus was in another level. He both respected and feared the blond mogul. "Just trust me and Eve." He added as Laxus stirred the glass of bourbon in his hand, thinking something.
Silence filled the mahogany made walls as Laxus didn´t responded as the twilight skies that lit up the whole room excluding the fireplace began to fade and clusters of stars and the moon started to become visible in the horizon.
The silence was both terrifying and awkward.
"Laxus," The busty brunette spoke again breaking the horrible silence. "We can fi-"
"I will personally handle this matter," He spoke for the first time in minutes as both the tall man and the busty brunette looked each other as if he said something shocking. Yes, it was shocking.
"Bu-but Laxus," Evergreen spoke as both her partner and her was still in shock.
"No Eve," He called her nickname with a normal yet disappointing voice. "I promise I will handle this all by myself."
It was a rarity that their boss handles a matter of importance; usually they were the ones who handles the agreements and trades. In fact, the last time Laxus handled an agreement a whole building exploded, making the one who rejected his empire´s offer begged with tears and fear.
"Ok-okay," They both muttered as Laxus drunk the bourbon in his glass.
"Now," His voice became distant as he moved to another more important matter, much more important than the last. "Have you found anything?" He asked as he hoped somehow, even a tiny piece of clue where was the green haired man. He wanted to know why he left him…he just needed some answer and to look at him face for last time…if the worst possible scenario occurred.
"No," Bixslow spoke. "Nothing; from his last transaction to his last whereabouts. He is good," He manage to compliment Freed, to loosen up the tension around them.
"Okay," Was the only thing that Laxus managed to say, he felt really disappointed.
"Were still tracking as best as he could Laxus!" The busty brunette said with a positive note as if they were going to find him surely.
"I trust Eve and you could find any clues about…" Laxus chocked. He couldn´t say the name of him. "-him."
The both nodded before their superior signaled them to exit his room. They walked out of the room with swiftness as they thought to themselves; they were lucky he was not in a bad mood.
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Freed truly loved Laxus.
If he only can go back in time, he would surely stayed at their bed and never left.
What if he stayed? That was an interesting question. Surely, Laxus would celebrate their engagement with a over the top party where people were given bars of gold and gemstone for attending, in a exaggerated manner though it was possible since Laxus loved whenever Freed attends one of his party, it was like he was throwing cash like it grows in trees.
The green-haired man sighted as he still thought if he stayed. He thought about the messy wedding planning and invitations. The place where were going to marry and the place where their honeymoon was planned to be.
It was hard…
Freed looked in front of a rectangular mirror. He dyed his hair black and cut it short as he sported contact lenses with a different color from his eyes. He was different to say at least and he was unrecognizable. Nobody recognized him from work or in the streets. He was like a different person.
Freed continued to prepare himself as he waited for the manager´s signal. He was currently working in a high-class pub where the wage was slightly higher than the average. He was an entertainer in the pub, he both sang and played the piano as the rich of Magnolia drank their favorites.
"Hey Frederick!" A woman by the name of Mirajane Strauss called the pseudo name of Freed.
"Oh hey!" Frederick or Freed smiled as he turn around and saw the beautiful manager at the door of the small dressing room.
"Five minutes," She reminded him as he nodded in response and she quickly left him alone. She was really nice, even though she was a horrible singer but men were afraid to tell her the truth because she was so beautiful and men loved her a lot. She was the reason why the pub was still open.
Freed sighted as he smiled for the last time at the rectangular mirror and quickly left the dressing room.
He brought himself into the center stage as a black grand piano laid untouched. The crowd was lively as usual as the manager of the pub, Mirajane, quietly cheered Frederick.
Freed immediately sat at the grand piano´s chair as he inhaled his last oxygen before his musical fingers began attacking the piano.
The song he was going to play was a special song. A song that he always loved since he was a child. A song that reminded…
A chair is still a chair, even when there's no one sitting there But a chair is not a house, and a house is not a home When there's no one there to hold you tight And no one there you can kiss good night
He began the song with a silky yet sultry voice as his hands gracefully played the piano. Freed closed his eyes as imagined the song inside his head. A House is not Home was his favorite. It was beautiful in a tragic sense, just like…
A room is still a room, even when there's nothing there but gloom But a room is not a house, and a house is not a home When the two of us are far apart And one of us has a broken heart
The crowd quietly watched Freed, giving the song justice as he emotionally did his best. He smiled as he felt the message of the song in his heart. The moment was so beautiful even though it was his usual work. He loved playing the piano and playing to the crowd, it made him the center the center of attention even just for a few minutes.
Now and then I call your name And suddenly your face appears But it's just a crazy game And when it ends, it ends in tears
As he sang the next verse, he felt sad. He knew that Laxus would actually cry after he left. He never intended to leave him but…it was hard…Freed didn´t noticed but he teared a little as he realized that he was alone. After 4 months living without Laxus, he was still not used to it. It was painful.
So darling, have a heart, don't let one mistake keep us apart Well, I'm not meant to live alone, turn this house into a home When I climb the stair and turn the key Oh, please be there, still in love with me
With the final verse coming, Freed smiled as he imagined something…that made him cry. His hand began to shake as his belted out his voice and played the piano with consistent gracefulness.
The crowd was at awe as he played; he was like singing for someone personal…
The beautiful white haired lady smiled at him as he slowly finished the song. She thought that he was the greatest. She really liked him, she doesn´t know why but as if he moved with royalty and gracefulness. He was like a pampered prince yet at the same time working just a pianist and singer in a pub in the middle of a thriving Magnolia town.
The crowed of men and some women cheered instantaneously as he finished the song with a final note from his voice. He opened his eyes and felt a tear from his cheeks. He was too attached to the song itself that he didn´t even felt the tears coming out from his eyes…
Why did a tear fell?
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A/N: Oh thank ya´ll for everything! Please leave comments about the story:D