Each Lightning Strike Needs A Light

Each Lightning Strike Needs A Lightning Rod.

Gajeel could hardly believe where he'd ended up most days, in the guild he'd attempted to ruin and caused major enemies within; most of which had subsided after the beating they heard he took from Laxus, willingly to show he was trying to gain their trust. Heck, he even braved that bloody stage of theirs a couple of times only to get driven off. Yet, he didn't care.

Today was a rather slow day for the Iron Shadow Dragon Slayer and nearly everyone had vacated on jobs except for him, Mirajane and Makarov. Well obviously Makarov didn't need to go out on jobs. Dude was like what, eighty?

Gajeel just sighed and kicked back for a moment before the guild's doors were flung open, near startling the others and just causing Gajeel to glance over. He thought it was that damn Natsu but he couldn't of been more wrong. The muscles on the arms of the one who had flung the doors open were far too big to be Natsu's. No. He knew those arms anywhere, the body, the stance, the coat. It was the Thunderer himself; Laxus Dreyar, grandson to Makarov. Laxus just waltzed in and strode right up to his grandfather, eyes boring into him.

"Well I'm back." He remarks, to which Makarov nodded. Laxus was allowed back in the guild? After all that hassle he caused? No way! Gajeel just watched as Laxus headed up to his room without a word after the exchange and for a few minutes, Gajeel remained put, but he couldn't handle it. He ran up to Laxus' room despite the others protests and flung the door open, to be greeted by a now shirtless blond.

"Oi! What the hell? You just waltz in like that!?" He hisses, before being pulled into the room and the door being thrown closed again. Laxus threw the Iron Slayer onto his bed and held him down, icily glaring.

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Each Lightning Strike Needs A Lightning Rod.Gajeel could hardly believe where he'd ended up most days, in the guild he'd attempted to ruin and caused major enemies within; most of which had subsided after the beating they heard he took from Laxus, willingly to show he was trying to gain their trust. Heck, he even braved that bloody stage of theirs a couple of times only to get driven off. Yet, he didn't care.Today was a rather slow day for the Iron Shadow Dragon Slayer and nearly everyone had vacated on jobs except for him, Mirajane and Makarov. Well obviously Makarov didn't need to go out on jobs. Dude was like what, eighty?Gajeel just sighed and kicked back for a moment before the guild's doors were flung open, near startling the others and just causing Gajeel to glance over. He thought it was that damn Natsu but he couldn't of been more wrong. The muscles on the arms of the one who had flung the doors open were far too big to be Natsu's. No. He knew those arms anywhere, the body, the stance, the coat. It was the Thunderer himself; Laxus Dreyar, grandson to Makarov. Laxus just waltzed in and strode right up to his grandfather, eyes boring into him."Well I'm back." He remarks, to which Makarov nodded. Laxus was allowed back in the guild? After all that hassle he caused? No way! Gajeel just watched as Laxus headed up to his room without a word after the exchange and for a few minutes, Gajeel remained put, but he couldn't handle it. He ran up to Laxus' room despite the others protests and flung the door open, to be greeted by a now shirtless blond."Oi! Cái quái quỷ gì thế? Bạn chỉ cần waltz trong như thế!?" Ông hisses, trước khi được kéo vào phòng và cánh cửa được ném đóng cửa một lần nữa. Laxus đã ném Slayer sắt vào giường của mình và giữ anh ta xuống, icily rõ ràng.