Disclaimer: I do not own Fairy Tail and I also do not own the song 'Corrupted Flower'

October 6, 2013: Edited, beta'd by the awesome Death by Cherries (Thank you Death by Cherries! [DbC for short :D])

Intoxicated by a flower falling like a teardrop,
My love bloomed out of season
The scent of dripping honey was sweet
Invaded by its poison I couldn't stop myself from falling
From a lark I plucked. . . .

The Corrupted Flower

Perhaps he should have seen it coming.

Any straight guy would have agreed to it without a second thought. He's straight, thank you very much, but he's not as shallow as to agree to watch some dancers who are willing to bed a soldier for a night or two or probably for the whole week they're staying on the town where they're going to dock for the week. A relationship between a soldier and a dancer is strictly forbidden, although sleeping with them is completely fine and accept and you are safe as long as you don't get into a relationship with them.

"Come on Ice Princess! It's gonna be fun! You might even score a hot chick for yourself." His fellow soldier/person he so wanted to sock right now/rival/best friend, Natsu, lightly punched his arms as he tried to convince him to watch the famous 'Fairy Tail' dance group in the town.

"And I'm telling you, fire-breath, that I don't want to!" Gray said as he shoved Natsu away from him. He'd had enough. He's so not in the mood to deal with his annoying best friend/rival.

"Or is the reason you're refusing is because. . . ." Natsu leaned close to Gray's ears and whispered.

". . . . you're gay?"

And with that Gray punched the guffawing Natsu who stopped laughing once his fist met his jaw. Natsu quickly retaliated, throwing a punch on his gut and Gray fell on his back, dragging Natsu with him by grabbing his scarf. His intention was to wring his neck, but this will do, too. They ended up punching each other on the floor, struggling to get the upper-hand.

Their fellow soldiers simply stood by the sidelines, making bets on who's going to win this time. Their 'bromantic moment', as they have dubbed it, were quite famous amongst their squad. It used to annoy them, and the first time it happened, it was in the presence of those stuck up higher-ups and they were almost court-martialed because of it. Luckily, Makarov pleaded for them to give them another chance because they have talents that they can take advantage of and can be put to good use. It never happened again. Well, at least not in front of the higher-ups, but ever since then, their fights became a normal occurrence that, instead of them trying to break it out, they simply gave in and let them have their own version of fun.

They cheered for the two scuffling idiots on the floor, but quickly scampered away when they saw their commanding officer walking towards them.

"Fullbuster, Dragneel, enough of this!" Their commanding officer, Makarov, bellowed out, as he walked towards the two guys with arms crossed and a stern expression on his wrinkled face.

Their commander is the definition of the saying 'short but terrible'. He's the shortest officer among them, but he's also the scariest. He had battle scars all over his body that only proves just how strong he is. And because he was once teaching people martial arts before he joined the army, the soldiers around him started calling him 'master'. But despite his battle scars and scary look on his face, Makarov is a truly kind man who treats all of his soldiers like his children, and disciplines them just like how a parent would. That's the reason why all soldiers around him respects, loves, and is scared of him at the same time.

"He started it!" They quickly pointed at each other. They both knew just how childish it sounded, but it didn't matter to them as long as they both escaped their master's wrath. They looked at each other and slapped the other's hand, which then escalated in a new fight.

"Didn't I tell you to stop fighting?" Gray and Natsu immediately stopped their petty battle upon hearing their master's voice.

"Now that you have stopped fighting, I want you two to get ready because we will be docking in fifteen minutes."

"Gray doesn't want to go, master," Natsu snickered as he walked away from Gray.

Makarov turned to Gray and asked,

"Why is that, Gray?"

"It's because he's gay!" Everybody started to laugh as Natsu said that. Some of the guys, namely Wakaba and Macao and Bixlow, raised their hands for a high five, which he enthusiastically responded to, jumping up and down a little because he knew he struck a nerve there.

Gray could feel his face burn, although he doesn't know if it is because of embarrassment or of anger. Probably both.

"Fuck you, Natsu!" he shouted, giving him the finger.

"Sorry, I don't roll that way." With that, everybody started to laugh harder than before. Even Makarov looked like he wanted to laugh, although he kept it in so as to not embarrass the young one any further.

"Enough. Everyone get back to work." Makarov gave the soldiers a glare and they scampered away to do what their commanding officer.

"Why you don't want to go Gray?" He asked, curiosity evident in his voice.

"I just don't want to, master," He said as he avoided his master's eyes. He doesn't want to let Makarov know that he thinks that watching dancers is just for shallow people.

He knows that Makarov would only watch the dancers, but that's it. No bedding them. Yes, Makarov is a pervert but he has pride and honor.

"Well just give it a try, okay? After this I won't force you to go. Just this once. Have fun out there." Gray did not understand why he is forcing him to go. In all honesty, it's not Makarov's business whether he decides to go or not but he knew that hr's only doing this because he has nothing better to do than boss around people lower than him (well, metaphorically). And, well, Gray also has nothing better to do as well, so he eventually gave in. There's no harm in trying, and, well, it's been quite long and he's been kinda. . . . frustrated these past few days.

"Fine..." And with that Makarov walked away from him and went inside his room.

C.o.r.r.u.p.t.e.d. F.l.o.w.e.r

"Everyone, there will be soldiers who will be docking tonight so let's give them a show they will never forget," Erza said as she strutted in inside the tent where all the dancers were getting ready for their performance tonight as she, too, began her own preparations and started to brush her long, red hair.

"Ugh! Another bunch of perverted soldiers. Great." Lucy said as she put up her blonde hair in its usual twin pigtails then put on her Arabic dance costume, struggling to tie the strings on her upper back.

"They're not that bad Lucy-san," Juvia murmured softly as she put on her own Arabic dance costume and motioned for Lucy to come over so she can tie the strings on Lucy's costume.

"I want to see someone sexually harassing you, then we'll talk." Lucy said her voice reeked of irritation that Juvia dared to defend those men. She's not really a man hater per se, but being asked out and not taking no for an answer is way too irritating for her. Sure, it used to be fun. But being groped and harassed is way to out of line she doesn't even know where to start.

After checking to make sure that her top is secured, she gestured to Juvia with a twirl of her finger for her to tur around so she can curl Juvia's pretty pretty pretty light blue hair and then let it cascade down her shoulders. It's not really advisable to not tie up a dancer's hair because it has the tendency to get in their faces, or eyes to be specific, which may become a reason to mess their dance. In her opinion, it's not really that painful. It stings a little, but it's really uncomfortable. But Lucy just could not help it, as Juvia's hair looks much more beautiful when it is let down.

"It's not my fault that perverted men are attracted to you," Juvia retorted, recalling the time when a man from a neighboring town set his eyes on Lucy and made perverted comments about her. She laughed at the memory.

Lucy is one of their best dancers, even though she's just a newbie. The group's three best dancers are Erza, Lucy and Juvia. They are always the main dancers, the center attraction, but they also give the others a time shine and show the others what they can do. They all dance perfectly, but most people still think that the three are the best. It's most likely because they have the biggest racks among the group. But even though the guys mostly favor the three, there is no jealousy or animosity towards each other. After all, they only have each other.

"If you two are done complaining, then get out. The soldiers are here and we will start at four minutes." Erza poked her head through the flap of the tent. Lucy and Juvia looked at each other then started to rush out of the tent. Apparently, they didn't noticed that their bantering cost them time and they didn't even noticed Erza had left the tent because they were both lost on their conversation.

Lucy peeked out of the make-shift curtains and saw how big their audience are for tonight.

"Woah… big crowd tonight! I'm getting nervous," Lucy said as she walked to her spot and rubbed her arms, goosebumps evident on her naked arms.

"Well, time to show them how great the fairies are," Erza said with a smirk and everyone got into their positions.

And with her signal, the makeshift curtains were raised.

tbc.

October 6, 2013: Edited, beta'd by the awesome Death by Cherries (Thank you Death by Cherries! [DbC for short :D])

I'm back with a new story! And this time it's Gruvia!

I've had this idea for weeks and it just won't stop bugging me until I actually wrote this one down.

I've thought of this fic after I heard the song Corrupted Flower by Kagamine Rin and Len. This fic was actually meant to be Nalu but when I saw a pic of Juvia wearing an Arabian suit, I thought 'Hey, this fits Gruvia than Nalu!'. I've written the epilogue first then I started to so the first chapter so. And just in case you're wondering, no, I haven't finished this fic yet. I only have the epilogue written because I'm weird that way.

So, please enjoy!

And review too. Pretty please!