Hello everyone, how's it going? Well, as someone I know always says 'It's going' Anyways, this is my submission for GRUVIA week! Woohooo! Is this going to be a oneshot? Hell no! I can never make a good oneshot. Is this going to end just in time but the end of Gruvia week? Who knows? Depends on how you guys like it...or hate it...Anyways...I hope you guys like it.

DIZCLAIMER: I NO OWN!

" In this loneliness that

consumes me slowly

In tiptoes that hand that

bring in all my fears

And while I hide in my dreams

There is always a moment when

I cannot escape,"

By LU Song: "Voy a Llorar" (trans: I'm going to cry)

Chapter One

The Magic Word

Since his late childhood, Gray Fullbuster had never felt like something was wrong about himself. And that is exactly the problem, Gray never felt anything in his life. Sure, he can feel what is warm, what is cold, soft, hard and etc. But something like happiness, sadness, fear, and anger is something completely foreign to him.

But according to Gray, those things didn't even matter. Nothing really mattered to him.

Apparently it mattered greatly to his father, Silver Fullbuster, who took Gray to a professional at the age of six. Gray remembers that day perfectly. He remembers his father, holding his tiny hand and leading him into an office where a woman in a white coat smiled at him and told him to play with the toys she had in the room. But Gray ignored the toys and simply sat in the seat waiting for his father and the doctor to finish talking. And that was when Gray and his father had found out the truth when he heard that magical word. The word that answered everything to Silver and Gray's problem; he is a Schizoid.

As soon as he heard the word, Gray felt his father's arm wrap around him. Gray looked up at his father curiously. What did he do? Why is his father holding him like this? What should he do? Should he hug him back? Before Gray could react, his father pulled away and turns back to the doctor, who begins to write down some things on a piece of paper. After that, she handed the piece of paper to his father, then they said their goodbyes and Gray and Silver Fullbuster left the office.

That had happened only eleven years ago, and now Gray Fullbuster is back walking down the same empty corridor with his father leading him towards the same office he visited years ago.

"Hello Gray!" the doctor cheerfully greeted him. She held out her hand. Gray stared at it.

"You're supposed to shake it," Silver said calmly to his son.

Oh, Gray thinks, so that's what I'm supposed to do. Gray takes her hand and gives her a quick and weak shake and looks away.

The doctor continues to smile and then she returns to her seat. She motioned to the empty seats in front of her desk, Silver and Gray sat.

The doctor looks at Gray carefully for a moment and asks, "So Gray, how are you feeling?"

"Good," Gray said monotonously. He did not look at her.

The doctor nods, accepting his answer, "And what about school? How is that going?"

"Good," he repeats in the same tone he had used earlier.

The doctor nods and writes something into her notes again. She knew it would be pointless to press on for further explanation because Gray won't answer. Most people would go on and on about school, but something like talking or anything social is something Gray cannot connect no matter how hard he tries. That is part of what Schizoid is, a disorder in which Gray Fullbuster cannot develop a sort of emotional attachment to anything and to no one. Not even his father.

"Are you getting good grades?"

"No," Gray answers truthfully, looking at his shoes.

The doctor frowns, "And why not? You don't like school?"

"It's okay."

"But what about your grades?"

He did not answer. The truth is he felt like there is no point in trying. He knew getting good grades is something that he is supposed to do. But he felt no motivation, no need to try anything at all. He hadn't even thought about college yet…

"And what about…" The doctor glances back at her notes, "Friends? Have you made any friends…or at least tried to?"

"No," Gray answers flatly. He felt his father shift in his seat, but Gray knew his dad is alright, he is already used to all of this. He looks up now and sees the doctor writing more notes.

"I see…" she said. Then she looks at him straight in the eye. "And what about public places? Do you still have problems with people?"

At this, Gray clenches the arms of the chair. Of course he still had problems with people. People always scared him. Not only that, he had no idea what to do with them. How should he talk? How should he act? Why were they looking at him? Why can't they just leave him alone?

"Yes," Gray finally answers. His gaze returns to his feet.

"I see…" the doctor says yet again and writes down more notes. She turns to Silver, "Mr. Fullbuster…I'm afraid that what we are doing is no longer working on Gray."

Silver's jaw clenched, "But he's taking his meds…" he begins to say, "And he hasn't missed a therapy session…not once!" his voice rising.

The doctor nods, "Yes, I see that in his records. But it's not your fault Mr. Fullbuster…or Gray's things like this…just happen."

Silver bowed his head and ran his hand through his dark, sleek hair, "What happened then? Why isn't he getting better?" he mutters.

Gray stares at his dad, he had seen his dad act this way before. He knew he has to do something…but what? He also knew he had to say something…but what could he say? His father's actions are perplexing him and Gray wanted it to stop.

"Mr. Fullbuster with all due respect, we did tell you that what Gray has is something that cannot be cured only treated. And this is something Gray has to endure for the rest of his life," The doctor explains.

"But you just said Gray is getting worse!" Silver snapped, "So that means everything…every fucking thing you had us do isn't working!"

"Sir…I'm going to ask you to calm down…" the doctor said.

"How can I calm down?!" Silver yells, "My son hasn't smiled, laughed or cried for almost twelve years! The…the last time I saw him laugh…he was…only four years old…" his voice falters.

"I know this is hard…" she begins but Silver cuts her off.

"Yes, you're right…you know…but you don't understand…" he gets up, "Come on Gray…"

Gray looks up at his dad, but he didn't say anything. He only got up and followed his dad.

Gray sat in the waiting room as his father spoke with the receptionist at the front. It took him a while for him to return to Gray, smiling from ear to ear and saying in a calm voice, "Come one Gray, let's go. I'm starving."

OoOoOo

They decided to eat in the pickup truck after they had gotten their meal from a fast food drive through. But they did not go home, instead, Silver parked his car at a nearby park and took a sip from his drink, while Gray slowly unwrapped his burger from the wrapper and took a bite.

They ate in silence for a few moments until Silver said, "So I've been thinking…" he takes out two French fries and places it into his mouth, "That maybe…maybe its time that we get you a new doctor…"

Gray did not answer, and he takes another bite out of his burger.

Silver takes a deep breath, "Your Aunt Ur and I have been talking about it…and…we've been looking into other places…that could be better for you."

Gray only took a sip of his coke and stares at his dad.

He watches his father sigh, "I know what you have isn't curable. But I can't help but to feel that maybe deep inside, deep, deep inside…maybe…you feel alone. So alone and that nobody understands you at all. I don't want you to feel that way. Not ever."

Gray places his food and drink on his lap. Despite his lack of attachment to his father, he knows his father understood that one thing about him. About being lonely. He wonders if this is because of his mother's death…or his father's depression.

"So I was thinking…maybe it would be best to take you to a mental facility." His father continues as he notices his son's lack of response. "A place where there are other people like you…or at least around your age..."

Again, Gray didn't say anything, but he took another drink from his coke. He suddenly wanted to go home. He had hung out with his father too much and it is starting to get a bit overwhelming.

"Maybe next week, we can go check out the place," his father said smiling at him, "It's just outside of town. It's not far from home." Silver studies his son, who continues to eat his food. Silver sighs and he takes a bite out of his burger.

oOoOo

Then next week came by, and Gray found himself once again in his father's pick up truck. They had drove almost an hour to reach the outskirts of Magnolia where this mental facility is located. Silver slowly rolls up to the dirt driveway and stops in from of a sign saying, 'RESERVED FOR VISITORS ONLY'.

Silver turns the keys and turns off the ignition, "Here we are," he said to Gray, "What do you think?"

Gray didn't answer, he only unbuckled his seat beat and climbed out of the vehicle. His father pursed his lips and reluctantly followed suit.

If this place is supposed to be a mental facility, it surely did not look it. Most mental health facilities looked like hospitals but this place looked like a camp lodge. The place looked like it had been recently established, with its vinyl sliding still pearly white, bricks looking sturdy and vibrate, not worn and cracked, windows and doors looking clean and polished, and its cement sidewalks looked white and new not a single crack could be seen. Besides the fact the exterior looked completely new there was also the fact that all the houses or buildings looked like houses. Some were one story somewhere two. These houses were all huddled around the large two-story building (or house) that Silver had just parked in front of.

Silver smiles at the facility before him, then he gestures to his son, "Come on, Gray. Let's go."

Gray hears the crunching sound their shoes makes over the gravel road. He could smell the scent of wet dirt, and grass.

He is not sure about this place. But apparently it is for the best. The best for Gray…whatever that meant.

Silver opened the door, giving his son an encouraging smile. Gray stepped inside.

"Because the silence of my pillows

The only thing I hear is the air

that laughs and it pities me

to think there's nothing wrong with me

my sighs are the cries begging the help of love

If this is my fate, I will face it

Even if it hurts I will fight

to not be like this forever"

By LU Song: "Voy a Llorar"

I hope no one takes any offense into this. About being Schizoid. What is Schizoid? Some of you may be confused, but Schizoid is a condition in which a person does not have the ability to emotional connect with someone. I wonder what every thinks about this...please let me know. I want to hear your thoughts. Ja ne~!