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Gray: Chelia. I leave Juvia in your hands.

Lyon: That damned woman...!

Juvia woke to a cloth adorning her head, its cool embrace stomping down on the raging fever she had. Sneezing abruptly, she sits up on a fluffy bed, covered in a soft blanket. Blinking, the woman stares around the room. This was...her bedroom. To her right, and snoring away at her bedside, was none other than the pink haired who had gotten her ready that mornings or the date. Juvia smiles softly before gently shrugging the girl awake.

"Chelia..." she mutters, sleepiness still in her voice. "Chelia!"

The girl snaps up, her hair in every direction but down, and gathers her surroundings for a few moments. She then turns and finds the blue haired she's been caring for, and a wide smile graces her lips. "Juvia!" she squeals happily, crushing the intended in a tight hug.

Caught off guard, Juvia is barely able to catch her breath within the bone crushing embrace, and barely chokes out a few words before the pink haired releases her. "I'm so glad you're okay!" Chelia beams, and suddenly Juvia could breathe easy.

Humming a bit, Juvia looks at her surroundings. "Um. Why are we in my room?"

Chelia tilts her head to the side before answering. "Don't you remember? You passed out due to mild hypothermia. I was your nurse!"

Furrowing her eyebrows, Juvoa thinks back. "Earlier today..."

"Today?" her companion laughs beside her. "Silly, your date happened two days ago. You were alsleep for forty eight hours!" Juvia's eyes widen, and her speech temporarily dies. Her throat felt sore and her surroundings a bit too bright. "W- What?" Juvia finally chokes.

Chelia's smiles drops slowly, sliding off the young face reluctantly. "Speaking of your date...how was it?"

Juvia looked surprised for a moment, then doesn't respond and looks away. Chelia sighs, "I thought so. Lyon came in looking very angry that day."

"Did he..." Juvia murmurs, more to herself than addressing the girl. Sighing, she settles back down onto the bed and covers herself with the covers. "I'm a little tired, Chelia. I want to rest a bit more," she says softly, hoping the message didn't come across as rude.

The girl displayed no hurt feelings, and instead, wore an understanding expression. "Want me to leave or stay?"

"Stay," replied Juvia quickly, her voice an octave higher. The pink haired jolts slightly at the change of volume, and Juvia adds a small, "Please."

Chelia nods and stays by her side, resting her head against the sheets once more. Silence consumes them, and they wallow in it for a while. The only exception to the quietness was the rain.

Juvia noticed it but didn't comment, the reason for it being obvious. Chelia didn't comment on it either, and instead focused on her becoming healthy again. Juvia was glad that Chelia didn't ask too much about their date, seeing as the topic was a sensitive subject. But something about it seemed off. How did she get here, in her room, if Lyon basically abandoned her? (She changed her mind a second later, deciding that he did, in fact, leave her alone.) She aims the inquiry at the girl, who, once half sleeping beside her, wakes up with a start.

"Well, a guy named who said his name was Gray came in here, carrying you," was the simple answer.

Juvia stops breathing for a second. "What?" she says quietly.

Chelia sits up fully, hand on her cheeks, eyes looking into the distance in interest. "He walked in Lamia Scale completely soaked that day, carrying an unconscious you." Her eyes travel to Juvia, whose face pales a bit. "Know him?"

"Know him?" Juvia echoes, the notion so ridiculously ironic that she fists her palms to stop the shaking. "I told him to leave me alone, and never see me again."

Chelia widens her eyes, and her hand clasps over hr mouth. "I'm so sorry, I-"

Juvia shakes her face, still in a bit of a daze. "It's not your fault. It was me who told him to go away."

The two sit, listening to the rain before Juvia speaks again. "I wonder how he knew I was there."

"Well I'm wondering everything," comes a voice from the door, and Juvia looks up at the man with barely contained fury. Lyon stood within the doorway, arms crossed, eyes narrowed into slits. "How the hell does Gray come in to save the day yet again?"

"Again?" asks Juvia with a low voice, lower than normal, and Chelia shrinks into the background. "Explain."

Lyon slightly pauses at the change in demeanor, but goes on regardless. "When I left, Gray must've gotten you right away, since you didn't seem to be out there for long."

The two girls within the room quiet. Lyon continues, voice gruff and low and deadly. "He was watching us-"

"You have no right to say that!" Juvia screams, ripping off her blankets and stalking up to him. "You have no right on this planet, especially without proof, to say-"

"Then how are you so energetic now?" Lyon says without stopping, without wasting a second. "You had only just woke up from two whole days of rest, and you are completely fine. Even with the best doctors in the world, you'd need a few hours to come to."

Juvia glares at him, mouth set in a firm line, unable to say anything. Lyon looks down at her with contempt behind those dark eyes, and the blue haired almost wants to cry. "You broke my heart," he whispers, and the words smack Juvia back into her reality. Her features relax almost immediately, and the earlier hate disappears. "I'm sorry," she offers weakly, and Lyon shakes his head. He turns, exits, and closes the door. Juvia is left at the wooden exit with, her anger transformed into barely contained tears.

"That was intense," Chelia says with wide eyes. "I've never seen either of you so disgruntled."

"That," Juvia sighs, guestering between the door and herself, "was the result of our date."

"Ah," notes the other, as Juvia plops down onto her bed again. "So. Who is this Gray that keeps popping up?"

Juvia turns towards her, cheeks flushed. "What are you-"

"Ahhh," smiles Chealia, and Juvia flushes further. "Another man?"

The blue haired stares at her for a long beat before shifting her gaze towards the floor. "It makes sense now," she says softly. "Why Lyon wanted me to be captured."

Chelia's mouth tugs toward at this. "Yes, but what about Gray?" Juvia fixes her with another stare, a questioning eyebrow raised. "You're more interested in him than Lyon?"

The pink haired smiles big and nods. Looking upwards, and trying not to cry at the current relationship between Gray and her now, she begins, "It all started on the day he entered my rain..."

...

Gray sat alone in the Guild Hall, to the far right, the stares of a good eighty percent of the guild on him.

Natsu, Wendy, Lucy, Erza, Happy, and Carla, in particular, were sending glares of death towards the ice wizard. After staring into the distance and sighing (for the tenth time) Erza slams her palms on the table, cracking it, and stands, daggers aimed at Gray.

"This can't continue," she announces, not only to the intended, but to the other wizards within the hall as well. Stepping forward, she walks across the space the guild made to separate from Gray and sits across from the isolated man. "Gray," she begins softly but sternly, looking him in the eyes. The man tsks and gets up to move, but finds himself blocked by none other than Natsu. Frowning, he looks backwards to see the cats there, crossing their arms and smirking, with wide wings outstretched. Narrowing his eyes, he turns back to the red head, who was joined by Wendy and Lucy.

"We have some talking to do, Gray," Natsu grunts. Gray's gaze almost cackles with anger as he meets Natsu's gaze. "I have nothing to talk to you people about."

"Then, would you like to leave the guild?" Makarov appears from behind Natsu, and the fire wizard makes room for the man. Gray fixes him with such a ridiculous look that Wendy almost laughs. Almost.

"Are you kidding me?" Gray bursts, shaking his head. "I love this guild, but the feelings don't seem to go both ways."

"It can't be helped," Mira pops up donning drinks on a silver platter, which were politely taken. "You did break a traditional rule of Fairy Tail, Gray."

Gray's grip tightens around the cup, and his eyes harden. "Now that," he starts, "I have no regrets about."

"And that's the problem," the pale cat behinds him comments, and the ice wizard whirls on the animal. Frightened, Carla ducks hides Happy almost on instinct, to which the blue cat responded with a fierce blush.

Gray sighs and takes a small sip. "What I'm trying to say is," he explains, "...is that if you want me to apologize, then it ain't happenin'."

Makarov narrows his wise eyes, and the group before him falls silent. "Gray," he booms, and the guild also silences. "Apologize, and I'll let it slide this time. Usually I would follow up with a punishment, but because I love you dearly...you're my son, after all." Gray bites his lip at the tender words, and an ice within him begins to melt. "But," the master says, and the ice hardens.

"You must realize this behavior is inexcusable. Fighting for the Rain Woman, instead of capturing her!" The old man shakes his head, chiding sadly.

"Her. Name. Is. Juvia," Gray spits, a deep frown on his face. He stands and jumps over Natsu, abandoning his offered drink. "I'm outta here. Why can't I just come in my own guild and sit in peace?"

Makarov tries to hide the pain in his eyes before shouting out, his decision made. "If you're not going to apologize, Gray, then don't bother coming back!"

Fury controlled Gray at this point. "Then, fine, I won't! Your damn rules are messing with the brains I thought you all had! Goodbye!" With a final huff and a sea of shocked faces, the ice wizard closes the doors against the guild he loves and begins walking into the darkness alone.

Inside the guild, it is deathly silent. Wizards gather around, whispering to each other in hushed, frantic voices, 'Gray has left!' and 'Oh, Gray!'. The Master of the chaos, however, does not speak, and clasps his shaking hands on his lap. His face was covered in shadows, and regret rolls off him in waves. Erza stares at him, an expression of both anger and shock mixed on her countenance. Lucy holds both hands over her mouth, a broken "Master" tumbling from her quivering lips. Natsu's eyes are wide and ragged, the dragonized gaze not locked on the guild master, but on the comrade who left. The cats hold each other, and Wendy simply stills, unmoving."Master," she whispers, and the man snaps his head towards her.

Mira sucks in a shaky breath before gripping the silver in her hands. "Master, come, this way," she says finally, the only words breaking the silence. She ushers the elder towards the back rooms of Fairy Tail, where numerous pairs of eyes follow the scene. As soon as the door slams however, two things happen almost simultaneously. The Fairy Tail hall erupts in a stampede of noise, the questions without answers bouncing off the walls, echoing and repeating and nauseating. The team from which the ice wizard left from, however, did not join in on the commotion; they, instead, run towards the front doors of the guild, rushing off after the man. Erza took the lead, followed by Wendy and Lucy, Natsu taking up the back with the cats in tow. The group dashed along silently, their goal obvious. Communication was unnecessary, as they all shared the same heart, same mind, same goal:

Get Gray back.

...

Juvia finished the story of how she met the man who Chelia claims she's in love with (the word scared the living day lights of out Juvia, and they had to take a five minute break.). The pink haired stares at the blue haired in wonder. "So he was there when we went shopping?" she asks for the hundredth time, and Juvia mutters another "Yes", embarrassed. Another squeal rakes her ears, and Chelia squeezes her eyes shut in pure delight. "Oh! I wish I could've seen him!" she giggles, holding Juvia's pillow close to her chest. A small smile erupts on the blue eyed face of the story teller before it faded away, leaving her looking grumpy. Chelia notices the change immediately and puts a pause on her laughter. "What's wrong?"

Juvia's eyebrows furrow. "I told you, didn't I? That Gray...he messed with my feelings. He betrayed me, and left me alone."

Chelia leans forward. "Do you want to know what I think?" she asks with wisdom shining in her eyes. Juvia nods, a tad reluctant.

Palms upwards, she begins. "Think of Lyon and Gray like medicine."

"Huh?" deadpans Juvia, and Chelia's mouth hitches upwards, amusement clear in her voice. "Just roll with me," she says, smiling.

"Say these two are medicine, right?" She raises her left hand, and shakes it a little for emphasis, "This is Lyon." And with her opposite, "This is Gray."

Juvia nods, confusion still lining her face. The pink haired continues. "These two are medicines for your rain, okay? Like in your dream you told me about." The blue haired nods slowly, still lost as to where the conversation was going.

Lifting her right hand, Chelia says, "You met him first but your rain didn't stop automatically." Raising her left, Chelia says, "But you met Lyon, and it stopped." Setting her hands down, she leans forward a bit. "Lyon was the medicine for your rain. But yet, it was Gray who stopped in in your dream. Now, however, the rain previously stopped has come again."

Juvia blinks. "Yeah, but..."

Beaming, the pink haired explains, "Oh isn't it obvious, Juvia? Think of medicine, medicine! If you take it, will the pain go away automatically?"

Juvia stills, realization hitting her like a brick. "No..." she mutters, eyes widening. "Are you saying-"

"Yes!" she laughs, standing up. "Lyon worked straight away but didn't last in the end. Gray is the polar opposite. His doesn't work right away-"

"-but he will last in the end," whispers Juvia, her heart in her throat. She's been wrong. So very very wrong. Maybe that was why she felt such an instant attraction to Lyon the first time, and now was on...unfriendly...terms with him. Unlike Gray, who she had liked for a very short time before despising him...

She never thought she could love the man more than she did in this instant.

Chelia notices the change in her friend, and an even bigger smile graces her young features. "Get it?"

"I should've a while ago," Juvia mutters, racing out of her bed and throwing on her sandals. Chelia stares after the rushed movements, and soon the pale hand on on the doorknob. "W- Wait!" she stutters, and Juvia looks back at her with wide eyes.

"Are you sure you're okay?" she says quietly, and Juvia laughs.

"I'm alright mom," she replies with a smile, and the fact the girl was able to make jokes shows how long a way she's come, so Chelia felt a bit proud.

"Then, where are you going?" she asks, arms folded. Juvia gives her a look like its the most obvious place in the world. "Where else?" the blue haired grins. "I'm going to Gray! To say...thank you." She leaves and doesn't look back, the warmth of Chelia's smile caressing her leave.

So! Longish chapter, how was it? Only a couple of chaps left for this one, sorry! ^^ (I'll update MUCH faster, promise!) anywho! Love to hear your thoughts, so drop me a review! Until chapter 10! (double digits!)