Moving on

Chapter 5 : Stubborn

Goodnight everyone! I wasn't very busy tonight so I said to myself, hey! I could translate another chapter today! So here it is, with a title that can easily represent our four main characters ;)

Enjoy!

The stupid ferry finally stopped. "About time!", grumbled Laxus before rushing out of it for multiple reasons. First, he hated waiting. Second, and that, he would never dare to confess to anyone, he had motion sickness. It wasn't as bad as that happy fool Natsu and when he was driving, it was way better than being the passenger. But on the ferry, he started to feel like he wanted to punch someone... as if it wasn't already the case. And third, he did not want to stop. Being still, it was easier to think and that was the last thing Laxus wanted to do right now. In the fifteen minutes the trip lasted, a series of memories had started to catch up.

Obviously, those memories weren't very glorious. Either they were directly linked to the day they had taken his father from him, either they concerned one of the rare moments he spent with him. These were not very numerous and Laxus didn't even know why he was affected that much by the disappearance of the man that gave him so little of his personal time. However, he couldn't do anything about it. After all, it was because of Ivan that Laxus got that strong, solid and that he could count on himself only. Others were only a source of disappointment anyway. Freed, Bickslow and Evergreen were the only ones he could tolerate around him and that was amply enough.

The young man got out as soon as the bridge to the shore was installed and drove with a determined expression to Crocus's prison. No one would give him answers to his questions? Fine. He'll find them on his own and, furthermore, today. Once he reached the center of the town, he had to park, the city being mostly pedestrian. To his annoyance, he had to pass through, slowly but surely, the huge mass of tourist to finally reach the prison. He entered without hiding his bad mood and went straight to the reception. A guy, who obviously was a newbie at his job greeted him nervously. With his stature, his hard features, his scar and his temper, Laxus could certainly blend in with the prisoners kept here.

- May I help you sir? Asked the receptionist with hesitation.

- I want to see Ivan Dreyar, he barked without having the decency to be civilised of courteous.

The employee started to tap on his keyboard, without asking any other questions, for what seemed to Laxus an eternity. Letting out an annoyed sigh, he looked his surroundings. Could his father really be in here? Could he really see him? His attention went back to the receptionist when the loud tapping noise from the keypad stopped. He simply stared at his screen with large eyes, got up and quickly walked to the desks that were disposed behind him.

- Hey! Where the hell are you going! Yelled Laxus.

The man ignored him and disappeared, coming back a few minutes later with a man about forty, with clearly a higher rank than the first one.

- You are here for Ivan Dreyar? He asked with an emotionless voice.

- That's what I asked to the other guy, yes, he growled, pointing the younger one.

- And to whom have I the honor?

- Can I know what's the freaken problem with my demand and why did he just took off? He said with impatience.

- Sir, I need you cooperation.

- Laxus Dreyar, he resigned himself, knowing that being rude, he'll only get his request rejected.

- You're his son?

- Yes.

- Please come with me. There's a matter I need to discuss with you.