Hey, everyone. I know, I know. Here I come with yet another story when I haven't finished Never Simple or updated Unforgivable.

I am so sorry about that, but the thing is, inspiration doesn't come anytime I want.

I spent most of Friday and Saturday sitting in front of the computer and trying to come up with the next chapter of Unforgivable; but nothing. All I could write was one short scene before drawing a blank.

Then on Sunday I visited a palace in the town I'm currently, staying, Brighton, and suddenly inspiration hit me. And that is how this short series started.

It will focus on many Fairy Tail shippings and colors related to them. I'll warn you in advance that this will contain SPOILERS for those who haven't read/don't know what happens in the ALVAREZ ARC since I used it to show the development of the couples.

Hopefully the chapters will be as short as I planned. This one is the longest since it's about my favorite ship, Gruvia. (I can't write Gruvia and not go into detail, it's impossible!)

Anyways, I hope you'll enjoy!

Blue

She was blue like the sky she had never seen until she met him or the beautiful hydrangeas that grew around the guild; something else she hadn't known before.

Before he met her, he wouldn't have cared about which color these flowers came in, but she changed everything.

Try as he might, he couldn't forget her. Couldn't resist, couldn't fight her.

Gray had spent months pretending to be unaffected by her presence, but it had backfired. Ignoring her had only served to increase his interest and he hated that. Hated the effect she had on him, even if unintentionally.

After she became a part of his life he started seeing the colors he had never payed attention to before. Blue was one of them. Bright blue; the color of her hair. Dark blue; her clothes. Midnight blue; those huge eyes that seemed unable to divert from him.

After a while, he realized that his own eyes couldn't seem to stop looking at her.

It was annoying, irritating and terrifying. He feared the colors because they reminded him of a simpler time; a happier time.

They reminded him of his parents…and Ur. Things he had tried his best to forget, or at least pretend they had never existed.

Juvia made that impossible; for every time he stared into those big blue eyes he would be reminded of Ur's brown ones for some reason. Her smile reminded him of his master as well and even her hair brought up memories of the scarf him and Lyon had been given to warm them up.

It took a good while for Gray to accept these changes she had brought into his life and realize that he actually liked the bright colors she had introduced.

The first time he ever thought about that was during the Grand Magic Games when Erza told him something that truly changed his view of Juvia and their relationship. You should figure out how you feel before it's too late.

At first he hadn't understood exactly what she had meant by "too late". However, upon reflecting about the recent changes caused by Lyon's interest in her, Gray realized that the possibility of losing Juvia to his somewhat rival could become a reality.

That had terrified him even more, but he hadn't talked to her, unsure what to say. Back then he hadn't been sure of exactly how he felt, so he kept quiet.

Thankfully, Lyon didn't win her heart, so Gray stopped worrying and things resumed the way they used to be.

Until the war against Tartarus began.

That's when things got really complicated because of Silver and the fact that Juvia technically killed him. Even after he forgave her for that, knowing his father had wanted it, their relationship was damaged.

Living together proved that. She became more distant over the six months that followed the war and stopped being as affectionate and irritatingly clingy as before.

When he had left her to go to Avatar, the absence of the familiar shades of blue hurt him more than he'd have expected. It was silly how something so simple could have such an effect on him.

He remembered searching for it in the dark guild's headquarters and analyzing every wall and curtain in hope one of them would be blue. Or scanning the forest that surrounded it for the familiar hydrangeas that overwhelmed Magnolia.

When they were reunited months later, he was more relieved than she would ever know. Scared too, for he was unsure whether she would forgive him for what he had done.

As it turned out, he had nothing to worry about. Juvia was still Juvia and quickly forgave him because she loved him.

He was sure of it then. However, whether he returned those feelings or not remained unclear since it wasn't as if he had had much time to reflect upon it while on the mission.

Still, Juvia deserved an answer and he was finally ready to give it.

So he promised to do so once the war was over. Seeing the way her eyes lit up and a surprised smile took over her face made him wonder if there even was a question.

That was proven true when the worst happened and he was forced to fight her. With every blow delivered as his mind became clouded, the truth somehow became clear. The reason he didn't want to hurt her wasn't because she was his friend, but because he loved her.

He was finally certain, but before he could get his thoughts together and actually tell her, she was gone.

For a few moments, the world went back to colorless as he cradled her lifeless body in his arms.

Gray remembered hoping, pleading, begging for her to come back.

It was the first time in years that he actually wanted to see the colors. As much as it hurt to be reminded of all he had lost, he kept hoping that familiar shade of blue would return.

By some miracle, his wish was granted and Juvia did come back. Despite the bruises covering her body when they met again, she was glowing. Or maybe he was imagining things, but Gray didn't care.

As her arms tightly encircled him while she sobbed, his unfocused eyes stared at the sky and a smile settled on his face.

He could rest now, for everything would be okay. She had come back to him and so had the color blue.

What do you think? Was my analysis the same as your opinions?

Next chapter will focus on Jerza. Be prepared for even more (probably cliche) angst!

Again, I'm so sorry about the delay for Unforgivable. Here's a sneak peek of what I have for chapter 12: (Hopefully I'll finish it by next week at most.)

"You need to stop this, Doranbolt!" Lahar scolded his friend, shaking his head.

"But we're so close. We can catch him; I'm sure of it." Doranbolt replied while rummaging through some papers in his messy desk.

"I already told you that won't happen." The former disagreed. "Even if that man is Jellal, there is no way we could bring him in."

"So you'd rather allow Fairy Tail to keep covering up for an escaped convict?" Lahar sighed.

"There is nothing we can do. Makarov has already made clear that he's to be called Mystogan, and two of the Wizard Saints have validated his word." He explained, to which his friend frowned.

"Two of them?" He nodded. "Yes. Warrod Sequen, the 4th prince of Ishgal, has joined Jura in supporting Makarov."

Dorenbolt shook his head, disbelief clear on his face. "I can't believe they're actually protecting Jellal. Why would they do that?"

"I'd like to find that out as well, but for now all we can do is follow our orders." Lahar replied, giving him a sympathetic look.

"And what about Juliet Fernandes? Can't we interview her like I planned on the night of the party?" Both winced at the memory of the Grand Ball, when Dorenbolt was found unconscious on the ground after being hit by Erza Scarlet. With no proof to corroborate his story, they had decided to pretend as if it'd never happened.

"I don't know." For a moment, Lahar was silent, pensive. "I suppose we could, but I'll need to ask the Council."

"She may be our only chance at uncovering Jellal." The former reminded.

"I'll see what I can do." His friend nodded. "In the meantime, you should get some rest. You've been working on this case for weeks. It's time to take a break."

Dorenbolt gave a defeated sigh. "Thanks. I'll go back home." After standing up and shaking his friend's hand, he walked out of the door, leaving behind a chaotic desk.

This caused Lahar to sigh once again before he began gathering the papers to organize them. As he came across a picture of 5-years-old Juliet Fernandes, he couldn't help but wonder if Fairy Tail's own water mage could truly be the missing girl.