The Lost Memory |Fairy Tail x Reader

Countless Times~ Chapter 33

"STOP IT!" I screamed, throwing my arms in the air, successfully forming an ice wall between the two. "Master Makarov, you have no right to speak to my sister in such a way. And what made you think it was a good idea to exile her from the guild?! What the hell did she do wrong. And don't ever underestimate, my sister, let along my family. And Taylor! Don't threaten my master! I love you but I cannot let you speak like this to him. Don't hurt each other! Please! I care very deeply for the two of you, but you have no reason to act like this, especially right now."

The two of them looked down, sorrowful, well more Makarov than Taylor. I sighed, grabbed Taylor's and Akina's hands and dragged them to my apartment. The whole way, I stayed silent, pondering as to why the two of them had begun fighting. I stared at the ground as we walked, people clearing a path for us, having heard and seen the whole commotion, and recognizing me and Akina as Fairy Tail mages.

I have never seen Master Makarov act like this, and I did not expect Taylor to say anything of the sort, and let alone to be alive. When we were standing outside of my apartment, I finally spoke up.

"How are you alive?" I whispered, catching Taylor off guard.

"Pardon?"

"How are you alive?! I saw you die! I sat there and cried over your dead body!" I yelled, tears spilling down my cheeks. "I buried you, and cried for weeks! I have gone through so much the past fourteen years! You abandoned me when I needed you most!" I sobbed, Akina stood behind me, silent tears rolling down her face. Taylor looked down, guilt written across her facial features.

"Y/n, I-.. I'm sorry." She apologized.

"Oh? You're sorry? You're sorry?! Sorry isn't good enough! Countless times I have almost lost my life! Countless times I have sobbed when a memory of you is brought up! Countless times I have defended you and this family! For fourteen years I have thought you died! I thought that I was all alone! And all you can say is you're sorry?!" I cried, screaming at her.

"Y/n, please, let me explain." She pleaded.

"Tell me when I am not mourning the lost days that I could have spent with my "dead" sister." I snapped, before pivoting on one foot and entering my apartment, slamming my door behind me.