This was born from a heavy rain in the area where I live. Also, depression lol. And there aren't many Gruvia stories out there that make me get butterflies . So I decided to make one. Hope you enjoy~

What is rain?

Is rain just the sky's way of telling us humans on earth that it's sad? Is rain the result of a large amount of depression in an area of the world? Is rain just science- meant to be recycled and used over and over again?

If so, why does it follow me anywhere and everywhere I go?

I look outside and stare at the rain, falling in everlasting sheets. It falls as far as my eye can see, stretching beyond the boundaries I could never cross. I stand and go to my window, watching as raindrops descend from the sky, only for them to splatter on the ground. I close my eye against the wave of sadness overcoming me. Is this my curse? My everlasting depression? What have I done to be sentenced to this pain?

I look up, my eyes clinging to a single drop. I follow its long, bittersweet journey to earth before, finally, it lands on the ground and disappears from my sight. Is that why rain follows me? So when I'm pushed out of this depression, after a short moment of happiness, I'll disappear from everyone's memories as Juvia, only to return as the Rain Woman?

Unable to stand the constant despair, I drag myself outside, and welcome the rain with open arms. Drops fall on my face, my hair, my outstretched arms; they mix with the rain from my eyes.

"Drip…"

The rain falls ever harder. Strangers on the street run for cover, raising alarm when the rain suddenly came down faster.

"Drip…"

I lower my head and raise up my frilly pink umbrella. There is no one to be seen for miles. Everyone had abandoned the streets already. There was no one.

I wind up alone once again.

"Drop."

I disappear.

"What kinda nutjob is this?" Natsu roars, sending a swirling column of flame in the direction of Mirajane. Annoyed, I freeze it and drop a hard smack to the back of my teammate's spiky pink head.

"Oww! Gray, dammit, what was that for?!" he asks, his fists engulfed in flame.

"For almost killing Mira-chan, you idiot!" Lucy responds, puffing and folding her arms under her bountiful chest. I look at her gratefully. If I had responded, things would've gotten real bad, real fast.

"What's this?" Erza asks, looking over Natsu's head and staring down the request form the Dragon Slayer had ripped off the board. "A request? What does it say?"

"Umm…" Natsu grunts, squinting at the small, formal handwriting. "Well, I kinda ripped it off too hard, so only half the paper is here…"

"The other half?" Erza prods.

Natsu gulps before mumbling into his scarf. "I burned it on acci-"

"NATSU YOU IDIOT!" I roar. Pissed, I get in the Ice-make position as he gets into a fighting stance.

"You wanna go, popsicle-brain?!"
"Wanna piece of this, candle-head?!"

"Both of you! Shut it or else!" Erza threatens, with a bonus point for a menacing death glare.

I throw another good-God-you're-an-idiot glare at the imbecile who calls himself Natsu before looking away. I feel Lucy's worried eyes on me, but I ignore her stare.

We were sitting at a table in the guild. Despite the fact that we had just come back from a quest, Natsu said something about damaging an expensive vase, so he needed money; hence, the scene before me. (A/N: I was thinking OHSHC) I sit at the far end, with Natsu to my right. Lucy sits across from him, and Erza next to her. Wendy sits quietly, observing the lot of us with a confused but happy smile. Happy, Carla, and Lily were all playing with new caught fish nearby.

"Lemme see this," Lucy says, grabbing the piece of paper from Natsu's hand and looking at what was left of it. "All I can make out of this piece is this: '…please capture and bring me this woman… above is a description and picture of her…the rain woman…for a million jewels. Alive."

"So we don't know what she looks like, where she could be, or who she is as a person. Wonderful," Erza comments with growing annoyance.

The group quiets at her words. Wendy's soft voice speaks up for the first time since sitting here. "U-um…who does it say it was from?"

Lucy looks at the paper before answering cheerfully. "Yup! From…ah..huh?"

"What is it, Lucy?" Natsu asks, obviously not patient.

"It's from…Lyon," she finally says.

I growl. "Why would that bastard send us a request when he can go looking for her himself?"

Lucy shakes her head miserably. "It'd probably say why on the other half." I throw Natsu another glare before sighing. "Well, a quest is a quest. For a million jewels at that."

"Gray…" Wendy murmurs.

"Are you alright?" Erza asks.

"Dandy," I respond before walking away. "I just don't like that guy. That's all."

I feel 4 pairs of eyes on me as I turn my back on them. I step away from the noisy guild and reminisce about the past as I walk on a random path.

Anywhere but here.

"Ur! Ur! Lookie, lookie!" Lyon laughs, holding a small bird made of ice.

"Oh that's wonderful, Lyon!" Ur praises, cradling the small animal. "You're certainly improving."

It was ecpecially snowy that afternoon. Lyon and Ur were behind me, semi-naked, talking amiss the howling winds and cold snow. I grit my teeth against the low temperatures. Endure it, Gray.

Lyon flashes a large grin. "Thanks! Hehe!" Lyon bounces away and walks up behind me, watching me make a shield of ice.

"Hey, Gray, I've been wondering," Lyon starts. I close my eyes in concentration, getting into an ice make position. I don't stop practicing for some small talk. "What is it, Lyon?"

"Do you think I could pass Ur one day?"

"Ice ma- woah!" A large, very un-shieldy shape forms from my hands. The fragile structure crumbles at my feet.

I turn to Lyon in annoyance. "How am I supposed to know?! Ur is a powerful mage. It'll take a lot to even come close to her level, let alone surpass her."

I resume my ice-shield making practice, while Lyon sits on the snow next to me, lost in thought. I pay him no attention.

All I want to do is defeat Deliora. I don't care what happens after that. As long as I can defeat it…nothing else matters.

Absentmindedly, I kick a stone and it rolls away, skipping and hopping along the ground. It rolls to a stop in the rain.

Rain?

Water suddenly billows in all directions, drenching me. Gusts of wind suddenly pick up speed, forcing me backward.

"What the…hell?" I grunt, holding my arms above my face and standing firm on the ground. A few seconds pass before the rain calms down to a steady drizzle. What was that?

A girl appears. She seems to whisper, but I hear it loud and clear.

"Drip…"

She holds a pink umbrella tight. She doesn't look at me as she passes by. My eyes widen as I look at her.

"Drip…"

Her dark blue eyes, seemingly full of emptiness, stared straight ahead, paying no attention to anyone around her. Soft blue locks curl around her pale face. Full lips, pulled downward in a frown, were trembling.

She was beautiful.

"Drop…"

That girl…

A whimper escapes her lips, loud enough to reach my ears.

She was crying.

So? You like? I like. Make sure to leave a review because I likey reviews (: Make sure to check up on my other two stories pwease! Thanks for reading! FYI, if you were wondering why Juvia wasn't referring to herself in the 3rd person, it's because she wasn't talking to anyone. She was like…having an inner monologue. When she talks, it'll be in the 3rd person .