Goodnight everyone! I wasn't very busy tonight so I said to myself, hey! I could translate another chapter today! So here it is, with a title that can easily represent our four main characters ;)

Enjoy!

The stupid ferry finally stopped. "About time!", grumbled Laxus before rushing out of it for multiple reasons. First, he hated waiting. Second, and that, he would never dare to confess to anyone, he had motion sickness. It wasn't as bad as that happy fool Natsu and when he was driving, it was way better than being the passenger. But on the ferry, he started to feel like he wanted to punch someone... as if it wasn't already the case. And third, he did not want to stop. Being still, it was easier to think and that was the last thing Laxus wanted to do right now. In the fifteen minutes the trip lasted, a series of memories had started to catch up.

Obviously, those memories weren't very glorious. Either they were directly linked to the day they had taken his father from him, either they concerned one of the rare moments he spent with him. These were not very numerous and Laxus didn't even know why he was affected that much by the disappearance of the man that gave him so little of his personal time. However, he couldn't do anything about it. After all, it was because of Ivan that Laxus got that strong, solid and that he could count on himself only. Others were only a source of disappointment anyway. Freed, Bickslow and Evergreen were the only ones he could tolerate around him and that was amply enough.

The young man got out as soon as the bridge to the shore was installed and drove with a determined expression to Crocus's prison. No one would give him answers to his questions? Fine. He'll find them on his own and, furthermore, today. Once he reached the center of the town, he had to park, the city being mostly pedestrian. To his annoyance, he had to pass through, slowly but surely, the huge mass of tourist to finally reach the prison. He entered without hiding his bad mood and went straight to the reception. A guy, who obviously was a newbie at his job greeted him nervously. With his stature, his hard features, his scar and his temper, Laxus could certainly blend in with the prisoners kept here.

- May I help you sir? Asked the receptionist with hesitation.

- I want to see Ivan Dreyar, he barked without having the decency to be civilised of courteous.

The employee started to tap on his keyboard, without asking any other questions, for what seemed to Laxus an eternity. Letting out an annoyed sigh, he looked his surroundings. Could his father really be in here? Could he really see him? His attention went back to the receptionist when the loud tapping noise from the keypad stopped. He simply stared at his screen with large eyes, got up and quickly walked to the desks that were disposed behind him.

- Hey! Where the hell are you going! Yelled Laxus.

The man ignored him and disappeared, coming back a few minutes later with a man about forty, with clearly a higher rank than the first one.

- You are here for Ivan Dreyar? He asked with an emotionless voice.

- That's what I asked to the other guy, yes, he growled, pointing the younger one.

- And to whom have I the honor?

- Can I know what's the freaken problem with my demand and why did he just took off? He said with impatience.

- Sir, I need you cooperation.

- Laxus Dreyar, he resigned himself, knowing that being rude, he'll only get his request rejected.

- You're his son?

- Yes.

- Please come with me. There's a matter I need to discuss with you.

Holding back the urge to yell that they could talk right he and now, Laxus followed the officer to an isolated desk and took a seat before the man even offered it to him.

- So? He couldn't resist to encourage the officer to speak.

- Ivan Dreyar was incarcerated here six years ago.

- I want to see him!

The man gave him an uncomfortable look, first emotion he showed since the beginning of their discussion.

- He escaped a year ago. No one ever retraced him.

He added to the speechless man:

- I'm truly sorry. We contacted his father, Makarov Dreyar, to inform him about the evasion, but we did not know that his family didn't know.

Laxus stood up without a word, made a couple of steps than turned to the man.

- Why was he imprisoned? He asked.

- Guilty for multiple accusations of drug trafficking and murder.

Blood abandoned slightly Laxus's face. Murder? His father was far from the most loving person but could he really end someone's life? No... Maybe? Anger was soon replaced by the worst of feeling, sadness. Feeling tears reaching his eyes, Laxus cursed himself for being so weak. His father raised him so he'd never become a wimp, no way he'll start now.

***

After doing something with the rare ingredients that were left in the Shrimp's fridge, Gajeel was searching the cupboards to find the plates.

- You really have no shame, he heard her complaint from the table.

The young man couldn't keep himself from laughing of her resigned expression, sit at the table, her arms crossed.

- Well I need plates!

- You could've just ask...

- Not fast enough... I could just putt your serving directly on the table if you want to, he teased while pretending to pour her food on the table in front of her.

- Tsssss, as if you were stupid enough to..... STOP!!!! Cried Levy as the pasta were about to touch the table.

- Gihi, don't panic, little Shrimp, I found the plates.

- That is definitely the worst nickname I've ever had!

- How are you usually called? Little girl?

She jumped out of her chair and walked to her room, ignoring the fact that he was still in her house. Shit, he told himself. Raising his eyes to the sky, he resisted the urge to ignore the tantrum and eat on his own.

- Wait! He called, catching her in only two large steps, holding her by her wrist.

A hazel questioning look turned to him. He was, himself, wondering why he hold her back. His next question left his lips without even thinking about it.

- So, what's your actual nickname?

The blue haired girl stared at him, uncertain of how she should be reacting then sighed.

- Lev.

They stared at each other for another moment before he let her go.

- Let's eat before it gets cold.

She agreed and walked to the table. Gajeel couldn't stop himself from smiling when he saw her face lighting up just by tasting the meal he made.

- Guess you like it Shrimp?

Levy gave him a murderous glare hearing the nickname, but then choose to ignore it and answered the question.

- I can't believe an idiot like you could do something that awesome only with what was left in the refrigerator!

Gajeel was satisfied with the complement but couldn't help to retort.

- Who hare you to call me an idiot?

- A shrimp, apparently.

- Gihi, you really are a stubborn one aren't you? I may end up finding your presence enjoyable, he laughed.

- Who the hell are you calling stubborn? She cried triggering a new round of his particular laugh.

***

Mira followed Laxus to the entrance of a huge building. It only took her an instant to notice it was a prison. "What are you doing here Laxus", she worried. She was dying to follow him closer but would most likely be noticed by the young man if she did. She resigned herself, and stayed outside for what seemed like an eternity, holding back her envy to walk through the door. Then she saw him leave the building. He seemed destabilised, sad, even worse than on the ferry. When she noticed a tear in the corner of his eyes, she felt a weight on her heart. She may not really know him, but it was heartbreaking to see a man that solid in this state.

- Laxus...

His name left her lips before she could realise it. She cursed herself for attracting the attention on her in that stupid way. But the damage was already done and, as soon as the man's look was on her, Mira saw the sadness switch back to anger.

- What are you doing here? He screamed.

- Laxus, I...

- The old geezer send you, didn't he?

Mira's hesitation confirmed the young man's suspicions.

- He did so because he was worried. We are worried, se corrected herself.

- Mind your own business Mirajane!

- Just listen to me...

- You listen, he cut her off, his rage tinting his voice. I need nobody's help! Especially not from a receptionist working for a liar!

With that sentence, he turned his back on her. "I'm sorry Laxus, but if you think I'll let you struggle alone with your problems, you must be dreaming", she thought. "You're not the only stubborn one".

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