Chapter 1

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Disclaimer: We do not own Fairy Tail. Hiro Mashima does. We do own Henry, our OC, though.

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"Daddy!" three-year old Gray yelled out as he ran towards his father, who had just entered the garden. He hugged him tight, to which his father didn't return. Noticing his lack of enthusiasm, Gray asked him "What's wrong, Daddy? Let's play ball! That will cheer you up!"

Gray tugged his dad, but to no avail. "Come on, Dad! Mom would recover sooner if you play with me!"

That seemed to have shook him out of his daze, since Henry, his dad, suddenly bent down to pick Gray up and held on to him tightly. Gray was confused, but he hugged back. "I am asking you again. What's wrong Dad?"

Henry set Gray on a stone bench, and sat down beside him. Gray noticed how sad and messy his dad looked. Usually, he would have a clean and ironed suit. But now, his tie was loose, his jacket was missing, and his shirt was folded up to the elbows, giving him an overall haggard appearance.

"Gray, I don't know how to tell you this but, your mom is…" he continued, but made a choked sound in the end.

"Is what, Dad? Is she better now?" Gray asked, not noticing his father's obvious grief.

"She is dead, Gray."

Gray, being just three, wouldn't understand what being dead meant but could tell it meant something bad, so he asked, "What's dead, dad?" He asked with a hint of panic in his voice now. "She was supposed to be sick." He said, now realizing his dad's obvious grief and tightly clutched on to the end of Henry's white dress shirt.

"Being dead means that she is never coming back. She is in a better place now, where she doesn't feel sick anymore."

Gray stopped listening when Henry said that his mom was never coming back. "Why isn't she coming back? Doesn't she love us?" Gray yelled out and bowed his head down to not meet his father's eyes. "Doesn't she care about us?" he kept yelling, this time a tear slipped out of his right eye.

"She does, Gray. She loved us and cared about us a lot. It's just… God cared about her even more, that's why He took her to Him, so that she can end her suffering." Henry's black eyes now started to moisten.

"It's not fair!" Gray now left his grip on his dad and rushed to the villa, to his mother's bedroom where he knew he would see his mother, reading a book or writing one. His mother, Ur Fullbuster, had been an esteemed author before she caught a wasting disease.

He burst in, panting for air, hoping to see her well. But all he saw was Ur, pale as ever, and looking as if she were in a blissful dream. He hurried to the bedside and gently shook her.

"Mom. Mom, it's me. Gray. Please wake up. Daddy says you're dead, but you're just acting, aren't you?" He tried to smile, but with the lack of response, he broke down.

"Mom! Please! Don't leave me! Please! Who is going to read me to sleep every night!? Who is going to play with me when Daddy is at work!?" He yelled out and kept banging his tiny fist on the soft bed, tears streaming out.

Sometime in the begging, Henry had come in the room to restrain Gray from crying, but seeing his son in a breakdown had reawakened the feelings of loss, sorrow and grief as he carried his son away from the room. Gray, however, tried to resist. "Let me go, Dad! I need to make mom wake up! I have to!" Little Gray punched his dad, trying to break free. But with each hit, the force became weaker until he fell asleep while crying.

Henry carried Gray to his room and tucked him in. As he looked at his red face, he thought of his last conversation with Ur.

~Flashback~

"Even if I die, let Gray have a normal life. Let him have the strength that is formed by both parents. Let him live a life full of love and happiness."

"Isn't that a bit too dramatic?" he had smirked, not wanting to believe that she was about to die.

"Come on! I want what's best for him and you."Ur smiled weakly.

"Then the best thing would be to keep fighting the disease until you get better, then everything will be all right." Henry softly held his wife's hand, his black hair covering his eyes.

But there was no response.

"Ur? Come on, say something." Henry asked feebly, when he noticed Ur's hand grow cold and limp.

"Ur!"

The doctors came rushing in when they heard him scream, and got him to go out until they got her heart beating again. But this time, a small part in Henry's head had told him that Ur won't be coming back again, and few sobs had escaped as he settled in an armchair right beside the room.

A few hours later, he had gained enough strength to go to the garden, where Gray was expecting both his parents to come and play with him.

~End of Flashback~

A few days later…

A lot of people had come to the funeral of Ur Fullbuster. Some were fans of her work, some were family, and others were people who knew her as a kind woman. It was raining, seeming that even the heavens were weeping for the loss. Everyone was wearing black; black suits, black dresses, black umbrellas, which made everything even more morose.

White roses lined Ur's coffin, which were her favorite flowers, and she herself held a bouquet of white roses and wore a white dress with a bit of lace around the edges and white gloves that reached to her elbows. She had a dreamy smile on her lips, somehow smiling at the amount of people that came.

Gray was sitting on Henry's lap until it was Henry's turn to talk about Ur. All the while, Gray blankly stared at the coffin, internally hoping that his mom was just sleeping, but knew that it wasn't possible. He had cried all through the few days when their servants kept apologizing or talking about his mother. Didn't they realize that he didn't want to think about her? Now, all the tears used up, all he could do was stare blankly. When the ceremony was over, the people paid their respects to Henry and Gray, most of the time peering pitifully at the poor kid who lost his mother at such a tender age.

Mom, if what Dad says is true, then I hope you enjoy being in heaven. I will prove to you and Dad that I will take care of myself, so don't worry about me.

Gah! It's over! We hope you enjoyed the chapter. Crimson gave the basic framework of the chapter while Blue filled in the rest. Neither of us have ever lost someone close to us before, nor have we ever been to a funeral, so criticisms are welcome. We would really appreciate any form of feedback.

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