Fairy Tail Origins One-Shots!

Her Story

Basically a Kit angst. Honestly, Kit is one of my favorite characters and is definitely underrated, so I decided to make her a super angsty backstory. Wooooooo! :) Anyways.... Hope you guys enjoy!

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Kit's POV (Age 14)

"Kaylee! Why do you have to be so useless!"

"There is no room in this house for failures like you, young lady!"

"Go back into the shadows like the reject you are, Kaylee! Nobody wants you here!"

I took in a deep breath, continuing to gather my things. I was sick of this. Sick of being called a useless hotheaded mistake. Sick of having no friends. Sick of having parents that constantly ignored me, and when they didn't, yelled at me. I was sick of never being noticed, sick of never being wanted, and most of all, sick of the fact that they liked my little brother better than me.

Damn, Chase had never worked a day in his fucking like. He was always placed upon this fricking pedestal by my 'so called' parents. He had no magic, no brains, and he was a total fucking asshole. But they loved him. And they barely even remembered I existed. I just couldn't figure out what was so good about him. Why didn't they look at me like that. Like I was their entire world and that they couldn't go a day without me. I just- I don't understand what I did wrong.

I bit my lip. No matter. I was leaving this hellhole anyways. I threw my few belongings into a stolen sack I had found in the attic. Previously, when my parents where focused on their 'Golden Child', I had taken at least two weeks worth of bread, apples, and dried meat from the stores downstairs. I had also taken a large metal canteen, filling it with fresh water from the well and bringing it upstairs without even being noticed at all. Good thing I got the metal one. I could boil ocean water with my fire magic whenever I needed something to drink. That was good.

For a second, I stared at my wall. On it were several pinned up items, most of which were interesting articles or bits of math I studied because I was attempting to learn without a proper teacher. But one thing stood out to me. There, near my headboard, was a picture of me and my grandpa, who I always used to call Papi. I sighed, memories flooding back into my head.

Papi and my mother didn't have exactly the best relationship. They still loved each other, At least, I think so, but they were never really close. I think they started getting into more arguments when I was in the picture, considering most of them were about me. See, while Papi loved me, and ever since I was 5 had basically been my actual parent, my mother and father seemed to hate me for some reason. I honestly don't think they wanted a girl, much less one with Magic, considering both of them didn't have a drop of it in their blood. Papi had Magic. He could make plants grow. A little bit. Papi had told me both my mom's siblings had magic. I guess that's why she hated it so much.

Either way, Papi always stood up for me, while my Mother never seemed to really give a shit about me at all. Actually, most of the possessions I still had today were from Papi. The picture was one, obviously, but he had gotten me so many other things. He had been the one to buy me my black fur-lined cloak, and the red one that was way too large for me at the time and that he got me anyways.

I remember vividly when we had gotten it. I had been just a kid, and it had been way to big for me. When he told me such, I was so disappointed. I had really wanted the cloak. I remember how he leaned over and whispered in my ear, "Don't worry, Sparky. I'll get it for 'ya anyways. One day, when your a big, strong mage, and you travel all over the world, you can wear that cloak and you'll always have a piece of your old Papi with you, ey?" I remember softly giggling in reply. "But Papi! I can just bring you with me!" I had told him, jumping up and down excitedly, "Then you can travel the world, too! Just like you always wanted!"