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Summary - "Sometimes, miracles happen."

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Chapter 1

A Certain Discovery

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If there was one peculiar talent the ice exhibitonist had found in himself lately, then it would be — Studying the celestial spirit's mage facial expressions, sad or happy, angry or surprised. He could read her like a book, and he himself was amazed at this capability of his own. It all started a few days ago, when he noticed a rather strange development in the young mage's mood, something different but it changed his life for the better.

~Day 1~

Bored. Bored. Bored.

This was the latest condition of the poor ice maker. Apparently he was getting tortured by the fervent, and scorching atmosphere which had the ice mage at a loss of words, and just plain pathetical feeling was arousing inside him, driving him nuts at the humidity.

"Man, how could it get so hot?" He groaned.

"Well it's summer so ofcourse it would be." Happy pointed, appearing all of a sudden.

Startled by the high-pitched voice, he almost choked on the strawberry shake, which he was currently enjoying.

"Thanks for your concern, I didn't know." He remarked sarcastically.

"Gray, you are mean. At this rate, you are not gonna get a girlfriend." The exceed stated, grinning sheepishly.

"Shut up, how the hell is my future-girlfriend related to this topic? And just leave me alone!" He yelled.

Happy shrugged, as if to find his reaction not the most positive one and walked away in search of some fish. The exhibitionist gawked at the empty space for a while, hoping that somehow the hot and humid weather would disappear but nothing, no change. Though he could hear the sound of high-heeled sandals now. Hearing the tapping sound, directing close to him; he arched his neck backwards only to find out that it was none other than one of his closest comrades — Lucy Heartfilia.

His face shone vibrantly, as he called out to her. Nothing was better than having a nice, long talk with your friends, especially if you find yourself feel comfortable around them, and Lucy was definitely fun to talk to. His boredom would be gone in minutes for sure—

His thought bubbled popped as the blonde didn't pay any heed to him, and instead just kept walking on and on. More like, she was too out of it to pay attention. He tried calling her a few more times, but her figure remained straight. Just like this, she leaped and he could just blink at her.

Holding back his arm, his last hope of not-being-bored-anymore vanished successfully as he lowered his gaze.

"What's with her? She looked so puzzled, like she had to solve the world's most difficult crime scene and was humanity's last hope..."

He shut his eyes, too tired to put effort into anything. Mind still worried for a certain someone, he sighed anxiously.

"Well whatever..."

Only to be smacked in the face by a certain fire-freak rival of his. Well, at least he found something to do now... though being pissed off is a different thing than to enjoying something.

~Day 2~

The day was no different than the previous one, same heat, same humidity. Well, maybe a little better because yet again, the blonde had caught his attention.

It all began, when she made a flashy entry — Not that much, but the way her face glistened with stars shining back and forth was more than suspicious. Moreover, she was humming a cheery but weird song. As his eyes were focused on her like glue, she stopped at a random spot and her expressions turned blank. Never once in his life, Gray had felt such suspense as the sight of female mage made him, it was creeping him somehow.

And then a smirk appeared across her face, a criminal's smirk! as her eyes were wide open. She glanced at him, still with the dangerous smile on, and he just had to flinch.

Almost instantly, her sneer converted into an adorable smile as she winked at him, tongue rolling out and he felt his heart struck by thousand arrows. She moved over, but it took some time for him to have his body control back to him.

"Weird... Definitely weird! As I thought, Lucy needs some treatment."

"Or maybe I should do something..."

He breathed heavily and irregulary, as the split image of the personalities, he had just witness crossed through his mind. Getting dozy as the train of awful ideas never ended, he sighed.

"Well whatever..."

And this time, his pants were taken off abruptly by the fire dragon slayer, who was grinning infront of him right now, like inviting him for a brawl. This was it, his anger meter shot across the sky as he prepared his best move.

~Day 3~

He had a nightmare today — A witch was glaring at him with bloody-red eyes, as she shook forks and knives in front of his eyes, The horror, he could he feel it and the blame was put on none other than everyone's lovely — Lucy Heartfilia.

Why did she have to show him that sight anyways? As far he remembers, he has already told her of his disinterest in horror movies, especially that creepy ones.

He had dark eye bags and his face looked much thinner than normal. More importantly, his mood was quite bad. Such a waste of lovely weather too, as for once his wishes were answered and cold air was blowing outside. Normally, he would jump in joy, strip, or something along the lines, but the blonde really had a terrible affect on his mood.

Well life doesn't go your way everytime...

But he knew, he had to get back at the mage which had stolen his precious night's sleep, turned his face into that of a ghost, and he knew exactly what to do.

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Observe her... More specifically, the cause of her dreadful condition and this was his mission of the week. With this aim settled, he decided to visit the guild.

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Tick. tock. tick.

He gulped hard as the time kept flowing, eyes fixated on the clock.

Soon the woman was in front of entrance, her face beaming even more than yesterday. He could feel the gaudiness in her and it was killing him. As usual, she walked right pass it— No, taking a a quick, short flashback, she did pass a eerie smile at him, which a naked eye wouldn't be notice but we had a professional tiger here, and the tiger had a just recieved an upgrade in the form of motive now. His capabilities had already drastically increased, and so was the case with his sharp senses.

He noticed the blonde stopping right before the white-headed heartbeat of the guild The room was exact identical to how it usually was, apart from minor details — Mirajane, a sweety from outside but had a inner demon.

He noticed them having a leery conversation and he just had to know about it. Maybe it could provide him clues. As he leaned in, in and in but no effect.

Immediate change of plans. Eyes tossing around the details, he moved to the nearest table to the pair at a speed of cheetah and almost unnoticably as well.

Finally he could hear them better — Well, all he could record in his mind were a few words— Not any normal or cutest ones, but something outrightly agains the morals and body-shakingly terrific.

"So Cute— White skin— Wish I could eat it —"

Cold sweat turning colder than the freeziest, freakiest weather of the north pole, heartbeats turning minute, his blood circulation dangerously reduced. This is it. Things were getting worrisome beyond his imaginations. The worst possible thoughts kept horrifying the 'almost-escaped-from-earth' ice maker, who had almost fell with utter shock.

"Lucy, dont tell me... You are smuggling children illegally?!"

And this time, he could not say "Whatever" noncholantly, because the case has became much more severe than he thought it would be, and this was time, he converts himself into his super-secret form, which he rarely transforms into.

"Detective Gray!"

~Day 4~

Where was he... he had no idea. There was only one thing, which he was sure of...

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He hadn't got any sleep.

The fact that their team hadn't been able to grab any missions lately aside, the 'more-than-worse' condition of the yound blonde had him at a dismay nonetheless. The scene which he saw yesterday was too disturbing for him, definitely R-18. On top of it, the darkened faces and scary leers of the two woman —He felt like puking, the moment his senstive heart recollected it. Nightmares kept haunting him throughout the night, as he could feel spirits inviting him to join them. Maybe it was his hallucination, maybe—

No, he had to protect his blonde nakama! he had to bring her back to the straight, right path — He kept thinking about this, when he was not being haunted. All he could do was mutter throughout the night, without getting any sleep.

Finally the day arrived, and he could feel peace, and tranquility in the form of golden rays of sunlight.

Freedom!

Finally he could sleep, have sweet, innocent dreams; just the thought of it was pleasant and heavenly. Right before giving in to urges of the dreamland, he promised himself something. Promised that he will prevent her from astraying anymore, because smuggling children is absolutely wrong and wrong is wrong

! Soon, he was sleep soundly, snoring to be exact. No worries, no troubles, no nothing—

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Freaking out as his eyes spotted the evening sky outside as soon as his eyes opened. The guild had already been emptied, there was no use going there anymore. And here, he was saying that he was going to protect his dear friend.

"Damn, damn, damn!"

Day 4

Progress = None

~Day 5~

Today, a certain incident occured, something for which he wasn't prepared at all. More like, he was forcing himself not to be ready. Anyways, the thing was, the blonde was standing infront of right now, and it was making him remember the scene witnessed ysteredy, and freak out to no end.

"Gray, why did you not come yesterday?"

She, the root of problem, asked him worriedly and he could just clash his eyelashes.

"What to do? What to do?"

She kept rolling his eyes at him, and all he could do was swallow the uneasy feeling again and again.

"N-nothing. Just uh— Washing laundry, had too much of it." He smirked.

Confidence turning into pebbles, as cold sweat dropped at a quick pace from his forehead.

"Hmm..." She rolled her eyes more and more, examining him as closely as possible, like she was going to eat him up. All he could do was avoid her gaze. After a good long examination session of fifteen minutes, she finally left him alone and he sighed with relief.

"Anyways, I need to go now. Need to talk with Mira."

He almost had a heartattack to see her evil expression when she said "Mira". Soon, he was seriously thinking about the condition which was getting out-of-hand. At this rate Lucy really might be beyond the jail bars, and he didn't want to lose her just yet!

"I need a plan...But what?"

His eyes perked up, hearing the girl's talk stealthily, gathering any hints sharply.

"I am going to see 'that' now. See ya!" She waved at her white-haired friend, and his mind clicked.

And seems like, I have got one 'awesome plan'."

His teeth glinted.

Plan 'Stalk-Lucy-to-her-whereabouts" in action!

Sure it was simple, but no way it would fail — Too damn sure of it!

Right now, he was behind a pole, watching her and every crosspoint she was coming across, closely. Sometimes she would radiate a dark aura, that he thought, his identity has already been revealed but he would barely survive.

Soon, they reached their target, which he was expecting to be dark alley, or something and it was none other than her own house! Her own damned house!

"Damn it, Lucy is smuggling poor, poor kids at her own home!"

He gritted his teeth at the very thought.

He observed her from a tree, not-so-far as she inserted the key and entered. Now was the critical point, he had to investigate it himself and alarm her if needed. So he did, he started climbing the tree, nearest to her apartment room and soon, thanks to his 'awesome-awakened-tiger-skills', he was crouching on a thich branch from where he could easily see whatever inside, through the unlocked window.

His eyes roamed around like binoculars to search for his intended target, but spotted nothing. He was expecting kids crying aloud for God's sake, but to his amazement; the room was exact identical to how it usually was, apart from few ignorable minor details. It had his mind in loops. He was expecting to see some trapped children and for God's sake, there were none! Suddenly, his eyes glinted.

"Maybe the cupboard..."

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Detective mode = Unlocked!

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So he creeped over, examining every nook and cranny of the room. Mm, seemed like the odds were on his side. Apparently, the beauty was taking a very satisfying and long-needed bath right now and he knew, she likes her showers long. By long, he main - long enough to wander around in search of hints. So, he jumped and the next moment, he was in.

A hand over his cerulean eyes, as they kept darting around. He took everything into consideration but no, there weren't any freakin' children or anything of sorts.

"Maybe my calculations were wrong afterall... There is no way Lucy would do anything wrong. I feel bad for her somehow..."

"Phew... Finally, I can rest in assurance."

He took a sigh full of relief and content, and just as he was going to exit, his eyes noticed a rather peculiar box. At first he was going to ignore it, but his instincts told him that it was definitely suspicious, and worth checking. Failing miserably, his curiosty getting the best of him.

He tripped over, leaning in to the white exterior and just the moment, he shifted it open, his eyes widened at the rather cute creature hiding in it. He immediately closed it. Opened it again, and shut it and kept repeating the process as if he had broken..

"Wait a minute..."

"Cute..."

Indeed very cute, with its droopy blue eyes and furry and soft skin.

"White Skin..."

Mm, snowy white all around, like it was a habitant of the frosty climates.

"Want to eat it..."

His hands halted, as he covered box properly, putting where it was originally was placed at and sat on his knees over the floor.

"Eat it... Isn't that because she found it too cute?"

He mentally slapped himself over and over again, as his big hand veiled his own face.

"LUCY IS KEEPING A FREAKIN' CAT?!"

"...I am such an idiot!"

Just in the meantime, the door attached to the bathroom, cracked open, and so his eyes stuck at her wholesome figure, too damn hot, and too much to his liking.

"Ah..."

They said in unison, followed by gaping at each other. One didn't expect it because she wasn't exactly fully clothed and other's calculation had went false (yet again).

That day, two screeches were heard, (one of them being extra feminine) followed by a knock-out kick...

'Lucy Kick!'

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(To Be Continued)

Writer's Corner

Pretty generic, I suppose? I promise, next chapter is much more interesting and original. Please read it all the way, I would like to request ^^ Also, review please ;)