A week as Laxus's Girl || LucyXLaxus

Day Five PT.2

No one could describe the mood that floated freely in the air, which luckily, this trio didn’t notice. Or maybe they knew but didn’t want to ask anything.

A few hours ago, we departed from Erith to continue our journey back to the guild.

You could see Laxus wrapped again in Freed’s runes, and his demeanor had returned to being cold. Even when we managed to reach Honeymoon Town again, and Ever suggested we take a short break, Laxus firmly rejected the idea, and no one could argue with him.

I hugged myself, realizing that after this, everything would become nothing. It was different from what I had imagined before. We would return to being old guildmates.

Even so, I couldn’t stop myself from glancing at him. His eyes were closed, his arms crossed over his chest, which had been bare not long ago.

I began to think how foolish I was for doing it. I felt my pride had been wasted, discarded, and unwanted. My mind became clouded with nonsense. Not even Ever’s carefully designed conversation could distract me.

Accidentally, my gaze met Freed’s. He was as calm as ever, but his eyes showed doubt and concern, as if he really knew what had happened between Laxus and me.

I quickly looked away, feeling caught under his sharp gaze.

Oh God, what have I done?

Suddenly, our magic vehicle jolted and shook violently, throwing me in every direction. Even when the shaking stopped with a harsh thud, I felt my body thrown forward.

Before terror could fill my mind or pain shoot through my body, I felt myself caught firmly and being pulled out of the carriage.

This embrace—I couldn’t help but recognize it. I looked up, and there he was, Laxus, holding me close to his tall, muscular body.

It was so strange that I already missed his touch, which I had just cursed mercilessly as the cause of last night’s events.

Even as he held me, his gaze remained fixed on our overturned vehicle. Freed had escaped the disaster, while Ever and Bixslow were still trapped inside. Bixslow groaned as he pulled himself out, dragging an unconscious Ever behind him.

“Damn it!” Bixslow cursed as he finally got out. “How in seven hell did this happen?” He stared at the wrecked wheel on one side and the dented wheel on the other.

Freed stood inspecting it. “The wheel cracked. I think the damage started yesterday and finally gave out under the weight. The cobblestone roads we passed didn’t help.”

“What do we do to get back to the guild now?” Bixslow asked, finally noticing there's something odd between Laxus and me.

I struggled in Laxus’s arms, wanting to be back on solid ground and far away from the temptation of being beneath his body again.

However, the Laxus I expected to immediately let go and return to his cold demeanor had no intention of doing what I asked. He only glanced at me briefly before addressing his three companions. “We’ll walk from here. Magnolia may still be a bit far, but Fiore is only a few kilometers away.”

Freed seemed to agree. “We can easily get another transport there. Ever also needs her injuries checked.”

Laxus started walking ahead of the three of them, and I whispered a protest. “Put me down now!”

“No,” was his short but authoritative response.

I narrowed my eyes. “What are you trying to do? I thought this game was over.”

Laxus looked at me sharply. “What game?”

“Oh, come on, don’t act clueless.”

“But I really don’t know what you’re talking about.”