I have a Japanese exchange student, so I've been really busy D: He's really lovely and fun, but it doesn't leave me much time to write. And I've been pissed off at my brother, so I haven't been in the mood for writing lols ):U

It's actually disturbingly difficult to think of party songs directly relevant to each chapter. Or... at least upbeat songs that are ALMOST relevant! Blah.

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UNDER MY UMBRELLA - ELLA - ELLA

Jellal took four steps away from the unconscious body of Cana Alberona, rolled his ankle on a bottle of something and fell ass over tit to the floor with all the grace of a seedy old prostitute running down a mountain on one stiletto. Before he could recover something had him by the ankles, and though he scrabbled at the ground, leaving gouges in the wood worthy of at least a B-grade horror movie, he ended up in some place dark. Very dark.

And very wet.

Which wouldn't have been weird if it was just the ground – because let's not forget - the ground was disgusting - but it was everywhere! If Jellal didn't know any better, he'd actually say it was raining...

"Pitter patter," moaned a gloomy voice. Jellal struggled in the back of his head for a name. Llu- No. Er... "J-Juvia?" he asked the darkness.

"Good morning, Jellal-kun," Juvia sniffed. Spot on! Go him! He had been determined to memorise the names of Erza's friends. "How are you feeling?"

"Wet."

"Oh! Juvia is sorry!" she fussed, easing back on the rainfall. "It's just... It rains when Juvia is..."

"Sad? In the dark?" He paused. "Crazy?"

"It boils when Juvia is crazy," she sighed forlornly. Jellal chuckled. He couldn't say that he was entirely comfortable being dragged against his will into the lair of an ameonna, but he had heard a little bit about Juvia from Erza. She was crazy, but sweet – a strange mix – and she had protected her friends during the events at the Tower. Sometimes Erza would mention her when she talked about Gray.

Erza often talked about Gray - when she wasn't talking about Natsu.

Ugh. Stop it.

"So, Juvia," he started, sitting up. Before, he'd been lying where he'd stopped, wondering at the lack of light. Because, what? Had he just not been solid whilst entering... er, wherever the hell he was? There was no light, and he hadn't been dragged through a door. "What's with this place?" He gestured uselessly. "The dark."

"Doesn't Jellal-kun remember?" she asked curiously. The rain had stopped completely, and Jellal was soaked to the bone. His face, though Juvia could not see it, had morphed itself into an impressive pout. Erza's underwear, I'm never drinking again.

"Are you saying that I had some hand in this?"

"This is the stronghold of the Broken Blue Brigade," she reminded him gently, as if he were crazy. "The last refuge for all that have had their hearts broken like..." Juvia trailed off like she thought she was crazy. "... Like twigs... over the knee of a... burly lumberjack."

Jellal groaned. "Did I say that? That was me, wasn't it?"

"Jellal-kun said it many times," she told him sympathetically. "Jellal-kun seemed very proud of himself, talking about lumberjacks through his tears."

Oh you have got to be-

"Th-Through my TEARS?" This was a whole new level of arrogance, even for him! Was he that impressed with such a stupid expression? Like a twig over the knee of a... Really? Was that the best he could do? One year in a cell with nothing to keep him company but the occasional lady knight, his hand and his own clever thoughts and this is what came out? For shame, Jellal Fernandes. No wonder they didn't want you out in public.

"Why was I crying?"

"Juvia can't say," she said softly as he grumbled. "Juvia can only explain if Jellal-kun finds the pictures. Juvia knows the rules of Fairy Tail and follows them, because Juvia is a nice girl."

"Did I kiss you?"

Juvia's rain hit him like a tsunami, knocking him on his back, landing full in his face, pounding so hard that he thought it might actually bruise. He shouted out for her to stop but the weather took his words away and didn't cease until she'd calmed herself. "No!" she squealed eventually, as he lay there soaked, panting. "Of course Juvia didn't kiss Jellal-kun! Jellal-kun is n-not Juvia's type! Juvia's type is – Juvia's type is Gray-sama!"

Well... yes.

He knew that. He didn't know much, but he knew that.

"I guess that makes things simple," he smiled, kind of wary. "If you would... point me to the exit so I can get out of the rain – your hair – this place." His brain still wasn't working. Getting his head beaten in by torrential downpour hadn't helped his aching cranium at all! "I need to find Erza and the other photos to find out what went on. Would you like to come with me?"

"J-Juvia has h-h-had enough of Jellal-kun p-propositioning her," Juvia stuttered. She was half solidified in the darkness, could feel him more than see him, knew where he was by how her drizzle fell, blocked from the ground by his body. Stupid tempting Jellal-kun, comforting her in her time of need. Maybe she could pretend nothing happened if she kept hold of their photograph together? She hoped so. She didn't want Gray-sama to hate her!

She didn't want Erza-san to cut her!

"I propositioned you? That..." Jellal sighed. "Okay. I know you can't tell me. Just show me the exit and I'll leave."

He couldn't tell what Juvia was doing, but a rectangle of light revealed itself somewhere to his right. Water trickled from the little portal, no doubt adding to the ridiculous mess across the guild floor. Jellal could see Juvia's eerie waterlogged face as he turned away from the brightness, too much for his already strained eyes to handle after almost five minutes immersed in pitch black. Some magic was utterly curious. His powers didn't affect his body like hers or Natsu's did. Interesting, really.

But he still very much wanted to leave.

He squinted and scrabbled for the exit on his hands and knees, stomach half sliding, half dragging across the floor. He gave a brief thought to the wellbeing of the face on his torso – I'm sorry, those eyelashes truly were exquisite – and burst out into the light...

... Only to be confronted by a giant scarred face that screamed, "MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN!"

And on his stomach, wet and bedraggled and not entirely sure of exactly where he was, Jellal could only scream it back.

EH - EH - EH?

I haven't heard Umbrella for a very long time.

Lady AshenMarsha, I delightedly accept your triangle request. And was actually thinking of doing that myself anyway~ Look forward to it!