Moving on

Chapter 12 : Despair

Hey guys! Pretty dark chapter today but also full of answers ;)

Hope you'll like it!

He was standing there, just in front of her, the man Mira hated to most. It was also the man she identified as Laxus's father. No... it had to be a mistake. She tried to say something, to simply move, but her muscles just refused to cooperate. Before she was able to have any kind of response from her body, a cold smile stiffened the rare muscles that weren't already frozen.

- My my, I wasn't expecting that! The Strauss girl back on my way...

- Let Mira out of it! Stormed Laxus, despite the curiosity that took over him about Mira and his father knowing each other.

- Don't tell me that little bitch is your girlfriend, grimaced Ivan. Dreyar are supposed to have higher standards...

- Shut up!

Laxus made a step in his father's direction, more and more ready hit him.

- You killed her... finally articulated Mira. You killed my little sister...

Her words were barely audible, but Laxus heard them. A Rage, way bigger than the one he already had, took over him. Even if he haven't really speak to Mira before the last two weeks, he had heard about her sister's murder in cold blood. His father was a jerk, that he already knew, but to ...

- Is it true? He asked, glaring at Ivan. You've really committed a murder? A little girl's murder?

He got unconsciously closer to his parent. When he realised how close he was, he grabbed the collar of his shirt. The later was however able to keep his head up, a gross smile on his face.

- I highly recommend you to back off. Then, maybe, I could forget your little misdemeanors.

Laxus looked around him. The weight of his father's henchmen's looks was on him. He however didn't let go, his fists still gripped on his father's sweater.

- I want to hear it from your mouth. Did you killed Mira's sister?

- Yes, he said, his smile growing. .

Laxus was in a bigger rage than ever before and let go of Ivan only in order to punch him, his fists now free. The horrible man his father had never dropped his smile, dodging his hit before giving his son a punch himself. The blond man had to back up a couple of steps, air escaping his lungs all at once. It only took him a couple of seconds to breathe again, standing up and being ready to return the favor to his father. But Ivan's men had other plans and he was stopped in his impulse by two pairs of arms.

- Why?

His heart broke when he heard Mira's voice, letting free rein to her tears. It was hard to bear to see such a courageous woman in that state

- Your father is the only one to blame for this sweetheart.

- My father? He was so devastated he left without even coming back the day after my sister's death!

- You're missing a part to your story, he snickered. Have your father ever told you what kind of job he did?

Mira stayed silent. She knew nothing about her father. He was mostly never sober and was almost never home to go wherever he was passing his time to. Her relationship with him never was good. Her absence of answer confirmed Ivan's suspicions.

- That good-for-nothing Strauss and I were working together. One day, he decided to double cross me to make a big money shot at my expense. That imbecile thought he'd have enough time to leave the city before I notice. Big mistake. It was the least I could do to give him a payback, don't you think?