Bahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha hahhahahahaha... You know, I really, really, really love this story. thirty something chapters and I have no intention of stopping. (Knock on wood)

BTdubs means BTW. like W, dubs. I had to explain that to my little sis.

Lisanna fidgetted with the hem of her shirt nervously. It had been her idea to come, and now she was having second thoughts. She had proved Mira was alive, and the elder Strauss seemed happy to hear from her but she couldn't help but feel a small sense of foreboding.

She shrugged it away as Laxus pulled the car into the driveway of the one and only Fairy's House for Damaged Teens. The building was a refurbished school, but it looked more like Hogwartz than her highschool. Banners and flags were emblazed with the bird-like emblem and waved proudly.

She twisted her shirt in her hands as she stepped out of the car. Laxus seemed to be facing none of the anxiety she was and she began to envy him. Then again, the blonde had lost the one woman he had ever loved. Lisanna knew that after, or during if Laxus couldn't refrain himself, Laxus was going to propose. He wore the ring around his neck now.

It was a thin, silver band that weaved and curled like vines. At the center a blossom-like silver enlay framed the light pink center diamond. Leaf-like arrangements of smaller, green diamonds speckled the vine-like band. It was so delicate it could only be given to someone like Mira.

He strode in quickly, giving the receptionist they spoke with on the phone their names and proceedeing with visitor badges. They followed the woman's directions to Mira's office and Laxus wasted no time opening the door.

"Mira!" he called as he threw it open. "Mira are you there?"

A supressed sob erupted into full blown wails as slender arms grasped onto his neck. Lisanna stepped in silently and watched as the pair collapsed onto the ground in a heap of tears and people. Laxus held Mira between his knees as she held onto his neck for dear life, sobbing openly into his chest. Laxus buried his head into her hair, releshing in the soft strands that he had missed so much.

Lisanna shut the door behind her, giving the pair a moment to gather themselves. Once Mira shoulders began to slow she looked up at Lisanna's own teary face. Removing one of her arms from laxus she held it out to the younger girl, Lisanna's tears breaking through as she took her sister's arm.

Laxus now held his two favorite women in his arms and he could not be any happier. The tears were of both joy and sorrow, and still so... regret.

"About father?" Lucy said after a moment. "What of him?"

Loki sent her a glance whose meaning was a mystery to her and pressed onward. "DOn't play the dumb blonde, little sister. I know full well you got the message from the hospital. Dad's been admitted. A heart attack they said."

Lucy pouted and turned her head. "I thought I told you, Loki. To me, Father is already dead. A heart attack won't change that. We have an agreement, and I intend to keep my end of the deal." Lucy spoke with a bite to her voice, clearly she held no remorse towards the man whose name held no sentiments to her.

Loki pressed on none the less. "His heart is failing, Lucy." He said, his voice as persuading as he could muster. "They give him a month. If there were a better time for reconsiliation I know not of one. Don't let your pride be the thing that keeps you from patching things over. You may regret it."

"I won't" She answered instantaniously. "I doubt I would bat an eye, as I said, he died long ago." Her voice was no longer malicious, moreso sorrowfilled and yes, even regretful. But she would not break. She had made a promise.

And Lucy Heartphilia never breaks a promise... right?

Gajeel and Levy laid on their stomacch's on the floor next to each other as they poured over the contents of one rather large book. Gajeel reading? Yeah, I know right? But he was translating, or so he said to Levy's raised eyebrow.

"So this is pretty much a family tree of this Hartofiria or whatever family?" Levy signed after a minute of deciphering.

Gajeel nodded and flipped the page, the beginning was just some boring, thirty page long history on the family. Something neither of them cared too much about - well, Levy kind of did, but Gajeel ignored her signing and flipped the pages anyway. After a few more pages it started getting interesting. A full family tree... including mistresses and illagitamite children... all of them. Gajeel smirked at this.

After pages upon pages of Knights and Dukes and Earls and Lords and even a Prince or Princess here and there, they finally got to the 1800's.

And where Hartofiria was changed to Heartphilia.

"Whoa." Gajeel exclaimed. "Isn't that bunny-girl's last name?" Levy sat for a moment in contemplative silence before nodding slowly.

"This is Lu-chan's family tree. We should show it to her!" She signed as she stood up quickly. "Gajeel, get the book, we're going to Lu-chan's room!"

"Hell to tha no." Gajeel said firmly, flopping back down onto the floor in a haphazardly sprawled position on his back. "I am not carrying that heavy ass book to bunny-girl's room. You will have to wait til morning."

Levy pouted and stamped her foot. "But Gajeel," She signed, Gajeel could practically hear the whine in her words, like a child. "I wanna go now."

Gajeel sent her a glance that immediately shut her up.

"Okay," She seemed to squeak as she climbed into bed, laving Gajeel on the floor. She scribbled a note on a scrap of paper, once seeing Gajeel no longer faced her. When finished writing she crumpled it into a ball and hurtled the projectile into the back of his head. He wouldn't ever admit it, but Levy could throw. Hard.

Wincing and rubbing the back of his head he uncrumpled the note, sending her a glance as he did so. Her nose was stuck up and away from him and her eyes closed, mouth pouted. "First thing in the morning." He read. "Yeah, yeah," He responded, "The things I do for you, shrimp."

Levy giggled slightly despite herself but straightened when she heard him move. She kept her eyes closed even as the mattress dipped beneath the weight of the boy and she went tumbling into his chest. His arms were around her in an instant, giving her no means of escape.

She sighed in defeat and gave in, snuggling into a more comfortable position against the larger boy.

Oh, how she wanted to rake him over coals for calling her shrimp. But it was late, and he was warm, and... why was she mad again?

"Night, Shrimp."

There we go, that's why!

In a flash Levy was the only one remaining in her bed, Gajeel rubbing his sore bottom from his current position on the floor.

"The hell, shri-"

Levy sent him a glare that shut him up so fast he bit his lip.

PLEASE READ THIS! But, you can skip the random. Start at the ***

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Ma-ku-u-u-u-ul-mooooooore!

YAY! Chapter 31~! Whut now!? Idk... we'll find out.

YAY YAY YAY YAY YAY YAY! Back from the beach, ya'll! I'm so happy to be back where I can update for you all! Did you miss me? You did? Awwwwwwwwww. *U* I missed you, too. Anyway. We're getting chickens back in the chicken houses so until thats back to regular or whatever my update schedule may be a little screwy but bear with me, ok? Anyway, luv u!

But about the beach, sister, mom, and sister's friend all got burnt. I , however, know of the miracle elixer known as sunscreen and only got tan. WHOOOO! Anyway, climbed Hatteras Lighthouse. 257 stairs to Heaven, right? Wrong... it may go up... but it goes straight to hell. escpesially going down. I hate going down. Sound is much easier to swim at than the beach, better seashells, too. I built a sand castle. Its sad when the 15 year old is more interested in building a sand castle than the 10 year olds. Or not... it was epic. There were two dudes who dug a hole and a trenche in the sand. The trench was deepenough to hide their heads when sitting in chairs but shallow enough not to hit water. The hole hit water. They had notches for ther phones and cups and it was epic.

Whooooo! More random. Whenever people would say like, 'oh, crap', 'oh, sh*t', 'oh, f*ck', or any of those. I say in a very fancy, breathy tone "Oh, poo." with my lips pouted and all. Mother looked at me wierdly when i did it yesterday and I was like, It's fancy. Deal with it. I love being fancy. Or at least feeling fancy.