Moving on

Chapter 1 : Improbable

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After his ankle, it was his back's turn to feel pain.

- What the hell! He snarled, turning to origin of the pain's source.

He wasn't expecting that. A tiny blue haired girl was holding firmly her baseball bat, ready for another blow. He had to admit, she had spunk for someone so small, but he would not let a small fry boss him around. With a single hand, he caught the bat threatening to hit him a second time and ripped it off her hands. He saw the terror in her eyes as she gasped in surprise. She was about to scream. With that pain in the ass still out there, he couldn't let that happen. Not letting her any time to react, he rushed to her, gaging her mouth with his large hand. He saw tears forming at the side of her hazel eyes as her head slammed on the wall. Shit, maybe he has been too ruff.

- Don't worry, I'm not gonna hurt you, but you have to shut you trap, he said before her imploring eyes.

She didn't seem to be reassured at all but Gajeel couldn't do anything about it, his social abilities seriously lacking. Most of people feared him anyway, why would it be any different why this pipsqueak? That was one of the reasons he didn't have an actual job. Since his father's death, he had to make it on his own the best he could. It wasn't an easy task. Whatever, he tried to convince himself, he needed the money more than the rich owner of the hostel. If only he could get out of this shitty situation...

He did not have that luck. The door opened in one kick from the blond guy who found him after all. Gajeel let the bleunette go. There wasn't any use to keep her quiet now. He had to find another way out, but sadly, as tolerant to pain he could be, he couldn't hope to run again with the shape his ankle was in. Whatever, he told himself, he wanted badly to fight the man, ignoring the small amount of reason that was left in him.

- Laxus? Recognised the surprised girl, obviously overtaken by event.

- Who you think you are to steal from the old geezer? Barked the one named Laxus, ignoring deliberately the girl.

Clenching his fists, Gajeel hit him. Laxus was surprised but, when a smile was drawn on his bloody lip, Gajeel knew he would be up against a dreadful opponent. Adrenaline flowing into his veins, he couldn't help but smile himself. A lot of punches were exchanged, but Gajeel felt himself weakening. This guy was strong, too strong for is taste. When he took one step back to block an attack, the overwhelming pain crossed his wounded ankle again. He must have broken it for reel this time. Caught off guard, the punch he had tried to avoid reached its goal on his face and he fell on his back. Dizzy, all he could do was to wait the final blow. It never came. Why? He opened his eyes to see the bluenette between Laxus and him.

- Get out of my way you idiot! You want to get your own share off beating?

- You did enough Laxus! At this rate, you'll kill him!

Her voice was trembling, but she still stood up to him.

- How is it my problem? He tried to steal my inheritance! He can kick the bucket for all I care!

She couldn't do anything while he pushed her out of the way with no restraint, ready to complete his work. He was, one again, interrupted, this time by a tiny old man.

- Laxus Dreyar!

Gritting his teeth, Laxus turned to the newcomer, obviously pissed off.

- Mind your own business old man!

- I think I'm concerned if my grandson is caught in a fight in the middle of the night.

- You think wrong.

- Get out of this house, NOW! Threatened the man with a voice so strong it was hard to believe it was coming from a man that small.

Laxus hesitated, lowed the fist he was about to use and left without a word. Gajeel didn't know who the small man was, but despite his frail frame, a halo of power seemed to be radiating from him.

- Levy, can you wait in your room? He asked as if nothing important just happened.

She nodded then left the room. Now alone with Gajeel, he turned his attention back to him.

- So? Ruff night?

- Go to hell!

- Okay... let's consider your answer as a yes.

Gajeel couldn't help but smile.

- I guess you're the owner of the hostel, he sniggered. Now I understand why the other one listens to you like a lapdog. But he needs a little more training.

- What's your name, young man? The geezer asked, ignoring his last call.

- So you can deliver me to the police? No way!

- If I really wanted you to be in jail, do you think you'd still be here? Especially in the state Laxus put you in...

- So what do you want from me?

The odd man stared at him for a moment, like he was trying to read through him.

- I want to offer you a job at the hostel, he finally declared.

There was another silence, the time it took to the word to finally be analysed by Gajeel's brain. A sarcastic smile was now on his face.

- Gihi! You know there are places for senile persons, right?

- I'm serious.

- That proves my point. Some screws loosened up with the years.

Gajeel let out a loud laugh but the old man's expression stayed serious. His stare was bright, intense, not the one of a senile man, yet again... He just offered him a job. Neither did he call the cops. Could he really be serious?

- So? You're in? He asked with a bright smile that could compete with the white hair receptionist.

His instincts were yelling to refuse. After all, alone with the old owner, he could escape with the money with ease. Yes, that was his best option...but sooner or later, he'll be needing money again. Nothing would have changed. With hesitation, he shook the hand of the man he stole from less than an hour ago, accepting the most improbable offer ever.

So this is it! Hope you enjoyed the first chapter!

How was the writing? Did it contained a lot of grammar or vocabulary mistakes? Since it takes me a considerate amount of time and concentration to translate those chapters, do you think I should translate the other ones? Please give me some feedback and comments :)

Lily xx