This is the midpoint, YAY! The main point of this story, the part that I first thought of when sorting out my thoughts, happens in this chapter! SO HAPPY TO FINALLY WRITE THIS PART, though it WILL take a few chapters to sort out. Don't worry, this story won't end for a while. ENJOY PWEASE.
Juvia: Gray, I had trusted you...
Gray: Juvia...I...
Lyon: I am disappointed, Gray! Silly, silly ice maker!
Gray: You are one too! Shut up and leave!
-No One's POV-
The streets, fairies, and Rainwoman were all silent, taking in the sudden clash between the two ice makers. The silver haired main glared at Gray, an expression of disappointment and protectiveness on his features.
"What in the world are you doing to this poor woman?" he questions angrily, standing in front of Juvia with his arms outstretched.
The Fairy Tail members look on in shock. It was Lyon, the very man who sent them on this quest. The same thought ran through all eight— what in the world was he doing here?!
"Lyon, there's your Rain—" Gray begins, but he is hushed by the red headed woman. She brings his pale face close, shaking her head slowly.
Oh. Right.
They were not supposed to speak of the quest dispatchers, for it was against Fairy Tail protocol. Even in a situation like this. Tsking and drawing away from Erza, the man glared at his fellow ice maker. What was up that guy's sleeve? There was just no possible way Lyon was here for good purposes.
Why would you send out a request to capture someone, only to turn around and get them yourself?
"Oi, Lyon, long time no see!" roars their idiotic dragonslayer, his white scarf caught in the breeze as he runs towards Lyon.
Lyon gives Natsu one of the dirtiest looks he could muster, and it stops the man in his tracks. "What's wrong with you Fairy Tail members? Is this what you do now, attacking innocent ladies?"
Confusion was apparent on the bubblegum haired. "But—"
"Natsu!" yells Erza. The black vested man clamps his mouth shut. Lucy, however, turns to Lyon. "Why are you here, Lyon?" she asks quietly, knowing she was treading on thin ice.
The Mage ignores her and faces the Rainwoman, still trembling behind him. "That's okay, there there," he soothes, brushing away the wet strands of hair in her face. Gray growls, and the female dragonslayer comes up behind him, gently touching his shoulder.
Right.
Control, control, control. He had picked Fairy Tail, Juvia was just a mission.
But the sight of Lyon touching her threw him into a wild fit of anger and a sharp pain of jealousy.
"Who are you?" asks Juvia softly, unshed tears behind her every word. Gray's heart breaks in two. He looks on helplessly, knowing fully well that this could end anything but well.
Bowing low, and with a flourish of his hands, Lyon smiles widely. "I am Lyon Vastia," the man says smoothly.
"Your savior."
Upon his rising up, the takes the woman's hand reluctantly. Feeling her hand relax in his grip, he kisses the pale skin.
-Juvia's POV-
Gray has betrayed my feelings. The one person I let into my rain, the only person to open up to me, suddenly attacking me. I thought what we had was something special, something treasured. I loved the short, sweet relationship we had. It taught me love at first sight. The meaning of love, of joy. The ability to feel emotion. The roller coaster from start to finish was certainly a wild one.
One that broke off midway and sent its riders tumbling towards the ground.
As Gray closed in on me, a lonesome tear, which he probably didn't see, escapes my closed eyes. I didn't care if I died here. My life ending would makes thousands of others easier. It's sad, really, how much my happiness depended on Gray. But I just wanted to have someone.
Finish me off. It is okay. I give you permis—
A solid iced hand blocks his path, and the man I once loved glared daggers at him. Who was he? As the two engage in a short conversation, I stare at the back of the head of the man who saved me. I wonder who he is, the second man who dared to step in my rain. In my heart. As vulnerable as it is now, I couldn't care less. "Who are you?" I question.
He spins towards me and offers an outstretched hand. Uncertain, I take it. Would he betray me like Gray? Why do I care anymore? Once upon a time, my feelings were the last thing to be taken into consideration when making a decision.
"I am Lyon Vastia," he states. "Your savior."
I avoid Gray's molten eyes as I relax in the gentle grip, letting a smile ease onto my face when his lips carefully, softly, grace my pale skin for a few short moments. I breathe quickly, very aware of my accelerating heartbeat. Everything about this Lyon showed me green lights, and the small smile he wore, well, to say it was cute wouldn't do the man justice at all. The man was downright adorable, now that I had gotten a good look at him, not to mention the heroic stunt he pulled a few minutes ago. His pure, white hair, his beautiful, dark eyes, his stunning smile. My heart felt warmer by the minute.
"Don't touch her," Gray growls, pushing the red head who held him back away. "Don't you dare lay a single fucking finger—"
"Gray, I think it's time to go," mutters the blonde woman to my left, twirling a stray strand of yellow.
Sighing, the palest of the three felines flies up into the air, crossing her tiny arms. "Lucy's right, Gray."
Their muscular dragonslayer stares at the dark haired for a few seconds, eyeing the man carefully before giving him a big pat on the back. He follows the woman named Lucy back out of the town. "Sorry you lost your girlfriend, dude, but, a mission is a mission. And ours is done. So let's go."
Gray gives me a look, one that I had not expected out of the man, one that said so many things at once, and my emotions went into over drive. It said, 'sorry'. It said, 'love you'. It said, 'angry'. It said, 'jealous'.
It said, 'wait for me'.
I stood, fixated, looking the retreating backs of the Fairy Tail guild members, who were all now making their way back to their home. My eyes stuck onto the now shirtless Gray, who walked with, even over the distance, I could see, with heavy feet, and a lowered head. My head reached out for him, but my mind reeled in the out of control, emotional heart back, towards rationality.
He betrayed me, there's no other way. It is so weird, how I consider myself to be ranked as highly as his friends in my mind. That I consider betrayed after the, what, three hours we knew each other, compared to the years the man had known Fairy Tail.
I lower my head. This is ridiculous. I just need to stop thing about him, but I can't! Who can stop thinking of their first love, especially when they just leave without so much as an explanation? I reach up to my temples with trembling fingers, gently messaging the throbbing area. My head started to spin, and I couldn't keep up with the world anymore. It was like Gray finally pulled me out of the darkness of the sky, out of my despair. We spiraled through the air, happy, for a flew fleeting moments, only to abandon me, leaving me to splatter on the ground, all alone.
Just like a raindrop. (See ch 1)
I sink to my knees and cover my face, letting the rain from my eyes fall in privacy, hoping for the prying eyes of the civilians looking out the indoors would leave me alone, letting wallow in my own sorrow.
The rain around me pours down in earnest, the clouds darkening, and the winds intense. They swirl around me, whipping my heavy, damp hair in my face, helping me to further hide the wetness on my cheeks. The cold is familiar, but it stings deeper this time. Suddenly, a shadow come near me.
"Now now there," the man chides softly, placing his clammy hands over my own. He brings down my cold hands, revealing my sorry state. Lyon's expressions is not one of hate, nor one of simple pity.
It is a pained smile.
He knows my pain, he understand me. I can feel it.
Softly, slowly, he places a delicate hand on the side of my face, wiping away the wetness of my cheeks. "Why are you crying?"
I widen my eyes. "Crying? What is that?" I blink and more rain falls from my eyes.
A small chuckle escapes his lips. "You don't know what crying is? It's what you're doing now. When tears fall from your face." His gaze flickers to the salty water on my face.
Frowning, I feel the tears. "I don't like this. Crying," I whisper softly, my face parallel to the wet ground.
"And neither do I," says Lyon with an equally soft voice, tilting my chin up to meet his eyes. "But there's such a thing as happy tears."
"There is?" I say, hushed. The world becomes silent. It was only me and him, him and me, and the world was our stage. The spotlight was on us.
Grinning, Lyon completely wipes the water off my cheeks. "And to make them that way is my job, from here on out."
"Promise?"
The rain starts to give way, going from the whirling storm to a calm, tranquil drizzle. The determined look the Mage had in his eyes made me catch my breath. Nothing could make the moment any more special, any more intimate. There was no one else right now, just him. Lyon grasps my hands tightly. "Promise," he says with an air of finality. A warm feeling erupts from my heart, spreading even to the tips of my fingers and toes, leaving a content, tingling behind.
"Juvia," he begins, looking deeply into my eyes. "I've known you for all of five minutes...but I feel this connection."
The déjà vu of the statement is all too relatable.
"And," he continues, "I wanted to ask you if you would join my guild, Lamia Scale, and become a wizard! Also, if you...would..." The white haired trails off, scratching the back of his head nervously.
I stare at him, eyes wide, waiting for his next words. His mouth captivated me, the way it moved, the way he spoke, his voice, so deep, the kind that sent shivers up your spine whenever you heard it.
The Mage notices my staring and, with a light rosy color to his cheeks, manages to continue. "And if you would give me the honor of...going on a date with you."
Hours seem to pass, from the shock of my face to the embarrassment on his, the rain falling around us and the rain on my cheeks, and the world slowed down yet again only for us. Open-mouthed, I simply stare at him. Never, ever in my life had someone like him willingly entered my rain...
...and asked if I wanted to get out.
"Oi," he murmurs, wiping my cheeks, "you're crying again."
The rain around me completely stops. The dark, ominous clouds disperse, and a light, baby blue color tints the sky for the first time in my life. I am smiling. Is this this "sky" everyone talks about?
It is beautiful.
I grab his hands and squeeze. Hard. "I think these are happy tears," I say softly, everything in my vision a blurry mess. I lean into his caress. "Because I say yes. To both."
Forget Gray. Forget Fairy Tail. Forget those wizards. Forget that love. Forget those kind words. Forget whatever connection we had. Everything he said and did for me was nothing. In the dark recesses of my heart, I still loved him, but the feeling was pushed there was would stay. Nothing could help the sense of betrayal and sadness I felt when I thought of him.
I was taking this risk, with Lyon, stepping into my rain. Into my heart. It was a tough choice, but what else did I have?
I didn't want to be alone again. After...him...I didn't want to ever be alone again.
With joined hands, we stand. Smiling widely, I brace myself as he leads me out of the rain and into the light of the blistering, hot sun for the very second, and last, time.
AHHHH SUCH EMOTION PUT INTO THIS CHAPTER. Like this length came out in like ten minutes, and like words formed and made sentences and then fingers flew like YAS. (Ignoring the thousands of mistakes I had to go over and correct). Does anyone here watch KNB? If you do, you will know that I was in the ZONE MAN, the zone of WRITING. It was a force, couldn't be topped! AH. Hope you liked it, and see you in ch 8!