Surrogate (Unfinished and Abandoned)

part 5

Ergh I do not know what to write! Writer's block sucks! Well please don't judge me too much on this chapter because I am kinda stuck at the moment.

Laxus' POV

"What? What kind of job is that?" I yelled.

"Well, Freed and I are really good at cooking. Also, I'm not allowed to use my powers, remember?"

"And this is a really high price," said Freed, peeking over Mira's shoulder to read the job request.

"Please? For me?" she asked, giving puppy dog eyes.

I sighed and thought about it. "How long do we have to work there?"

"The owners will be gone for... 10 days. So we have to run it for a little over a week."

"We have to run it? By ourselves?"

"Yeah." Mira said. "Why don't you want to go?" she had a cute pouty face.

"I don't wanna have to cook..." I groaned.

"Then you can wash dishes." Freed stuck out his tongue. "Plus you should learn how to cook anyways."

I sighed again and nodded. "Fine."

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Freed's POV
I reached for the spice rack, smiling. I loved cooking, and I especially loved cooking for people. I looked over to Laxus, who was frowning, washing dishes. I sighed, finished I was making, then handed it to Mira.

"Table seven," I said, pointing to the only customer. She smiled and carried the tray to the customer, an old white-haired woman.

"Laxus," I said, patting him on the shoulder. He looked up and frowned at me.

"What," he muttered.

"Well, since business is slow, I was wondering if you wanted to help me cook. So you could learn how."

"Hey, I already know how to make pancakes." he replied, making me laugh. Laxus walked over the the counter and crossed his arms. "You know I'm not good at this." He frowned.

"I'll help you." I grinned.

Laxus frowned at me and I smiled, and for some reason my mind fled to the past.

"Freed!" Father yelled. "I told you to obey the rules!" His fist reached toward my young face once again and I cringed as always. "You have to be strong!" He landed one punch after another, and I was sent to the floor, tears falling over my cheeks, and I put my arms around my face while Father began kicking me. His eyes were red with insanity, and I could tell he wasn't my father, but he hadn't been for a long time now.

"You have to follow the rules of the game, or you will never become stronger!" He lifted his leg again, this time aiming for my face. I tried to cover my face with my hands and my arms, and braced myself.

"Freed!" Mother rushed in quickly.

"Mom...?" I managed. She ran forward, hugged my head and stared up at my father.

"I told you to leave him alone!" She sobbed.

"Sorry, but rules are rules. I told him, if he breaks the rules he suffers a pain worse than death." He smirked.

Mother looked down at my short green hair, sticky with blood. She stroked my hair as she yelled, "You can't hurt my son!"

"He's our son." My father chuckled, as if I was just some joke, some toy, to him. The tears had dried up from my cheeks but I stayed in my mother's embrace.