Why was he here? Gray glanced over at the table that housed Juvia and Lyon. Because of her, of course.

He'd never say it out loud, but it irked him how Lyon visited the blue haired mage more often then he even said 'Hi' to Gray.

He watched as his senior flirted with Juvia while the flustered blue haired girl continued to glance over at Gray, which made him roll his eyes. I dont want you, Juvia. Get it through your thick head.

Juvia's Gray-obsession didn't bother the snowy-haired mage one bit. He seemed near oblibious to it as he got her drinks and bragged about his latest mission with exaggerated details.

Gray couldn't take it anymore. He just couldn't. It was raining freaking dragons outside and he had no-where else to go.

He leaned back against his chair and breathed out an exasperated sigh as he rubbed his temple. He could feel Lyon's presence somewhere off to his right and it felt like it didn't belong there.
Which it didn't, mind you.

A chair next to him creaked as someone-Lucy, no doubt-sat down.
"Ahhhhh~ Gray~!" She wined as her top sprawled across the table. "Please tell me you can make it stop raining!"

When Gray didn't respond she sat back up again and glanced over at him. "Gray? You okay?"
Her eyes drifted over to Lyon's table. "Lyon? Again? Is he what has you upset?"

He glared at her in response which, Lucy being Lucy, took as a positive with a small smile. "You should talk to him, Gray. I don't think I've even seen you close to each other since he started showing up at the guild-"

"Showing up?! HE PRACTICALLY LIVES HERE!"

Gray regretted his sudden outburst as the guild quieted, even Lyon, and turned to stare at him.
A dark red crawled up his cheeks as he kicked his chair to the side and stormed out, ignoring Lucy's protests.

The weather outside wasn't that diferent to how he was feeling at that point-
Cold, grim, and howling.
I hate rain.

He turned and started walking, not really sure where he was going. What's wrong with me? Why am I upset?
He couldn't answer either of the questions nagging away at him, and he didn't really want to. He'd just made of a fool of himself in front of his whole guild and his older brother, who cared how he felt?

He passed two older women sitting on a dry bench under a shop ledge, and as he did he could hear one mutter to the other; "Kids these days. Absolutely no sense of self respect."

At first, he thought they were talking about how he was walking in the rain without an umbrella, then he looked down.
Where'd my shirt go?
Oh well. Who cared, anyways?

But at the moment, Gray did. Lyon didn't strip all the time. Was it really that weird?

And for the first time simce Ur's death, he felt self-concious.

The rain wan't slowing as the day turned into evening, and the darkening sky left the dark haired mage wonder what on Earth had posessed him to walk so much. His legs hurt, but it felt... Good. Excersize always did.

Gray was considering turning back when a large hand grabbed him by the arm and dragged him into an empt allyway.
He was about to turn and as what this guy's problem was when a hard-too hard-fist slammed into the side of his face.

He slammed into the wall and spluttered on the ground before he looked up. A hood covered most of the burly man's face and his arm seemed to be completely made out of... Diamonds?

The man laughed. "What do we have 'ere?" He said, sounding the slightest drunk. Gray backed up against the wall behind him. He was shocked, and his magic, it didn't seem to be working. He didn't have a chance to recover as a shining leg kicked him in the stomach.
He saw white, pure white. Fuck, he thought. His hands clentched his abdomen and-
He couldn't move them. He looked down and realized his hands were bound.
He gasped as the sharp edges of the diamond circle cut into his wrists. The man kneeled in front of him and grabbed his knees and tore them open. "Y'aknow, I like girls, but I think y'er prety enough," the man leaned in closer and Gray could smell his foul breath as he spoke into his ear. "Yer half naked, too. Makes it easier for me."
His shorts were pulled down to his knees as his ankels felt the weight of another bind on his ankels.
"Please, stop-" He said weekly. Snap out of it Gray! He thought with his legs pushed on to his chest. He felt so... Exposed. He squirmed, wanting this to stop as a hand clamped unto his mouth to muffle any protesting. Do something damnit! But he couldn't.

If the hit to the face and stomach hurt, then this was downright hell.
He felt like he was tearing opem as the man pushed himself into Gray.

From that point on, all Gray could remember was searing pain and the tears streaming down his face.

Fox; damnit. This was supposed to be a oneshot.