Dear Readers,

Ughh, why am I so bad at writing? You guys are so supportive and I hope you keep reading this story 'till the end. I really don't like this chapter. Where is my creativity? ^sigh^ I hope you like it anyways!(and please excuse the late update.)

It's summer break now, and many people have been asking if I'll update more often. The answer: Maybe. haha, i actually don't know, I might. I hope so.

Anyways...I'm still loving Fairy Tail, and this filler arc is finally starting to pick up momentum. It's getting less and less boring. That's great. I finished rewatching Soul Eater. Yay! I've got stuff planned for summer now, too. Including trying to update more often.

Enough of my babbling, the replies to the reviews:

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fairytaillover: Ok. :D. and i answered ur question in the above Dear Readers note...

Disclaimer: Wow, I hate these. If I owned Fairy Tail, then I wouldn't have to write this, would I! ^sigh^ I don't own Fairy Tail. But Kima is my property. I wish I owned Gray.

And so we take a look back at the past...

s I lay in bed, the memories I had once lost started flooding my mind...

Flashback

Year X783 Gray Fullbuster: 13 years old

Gray's POV

A few years before Loke joined Fairy Tail and became my partner, years before I was a part of Team Natsu, back when I went on missions alone…

I remember I had a few friends outside of the guild. One of them, I remember was a mage who belonged to no particular guild. I often tried to convince her to join Fairy Tail, but she refused. Although, sometimes she would agree to come on missions with me, I of course kept this a secret because she was not a guild member.

Her name was Cyra, meaning sun. It was fitting for she was a light mage. She could manipulate light in many ways. She was not as strong as me, but that didn't matter.

Cyra was sweet. A kind person, rather quiet but her personality was loud. She loved to have fun and she was smart.

Looking back now, I realize why it didn't take me long to fall for her.

It was a simple mission. All we needed to do was infiltrate a party and steal back a rich boy who had been taken captive.

It was late night when we (Cyra and I) entered the large lakeside house where the party was being held. It was a party to celebrate the success of the terrible people who were holding the boy hostage in order to gain money.

For the first half of the party, we acted like we were having the time of our lives. Then a man walked up to us, obviously drunk.

"Hey, kids, take a swig, would ya? Have some fun!"

"No, thanks." I growled back, my clutch on Cyra's hand tightened.

"Oh C'mon, no need to be rude! A few drinks won't hurt!" he said but he leaned in towards me and breathed out. I cringed as I smelled the mixture of whisky and his breath. He looked at me menacingly and I decided not to argue. I didn't want to cause much trouble.

Cyra and I sat down, each with a glass of alchohol. Another man walked up with a camera. He snapped a picture of Cyra and handed the photo to me. He patted my head. "There you are, boy. Take good care of that."

I studied the picture. Cyra looked as beautiful as she always did. She radiated with a happiness I couldn't explain and her white sundress sparkled along with her eyes under the light of the room. The swift breeze that entered the house ruffled her hair and her smile was filled with kindness.

Looking at the that picture, I too smiled and tucked it away in my pocket. I looked pretty casual, dressed in my usual pants and a white v-neck shirt.

The drunk man from earlier returned and slung his arm around my neck.

"Oh, it looks like you've hardly touched your drink, boy. You too, girly." He said gesturing his head toward Cyra.

"Go ahead, drink up. What are you two young people doin' at this party anyways?" he asked, "You wouldn't happen to be wizards, would ya?"

The man chuckled and I shifted nervously. Damn, have they figured out our identities that easily?

"Huh, why so serious? I'm just messing with you!" He roared with laughter.

"Uh, yeah, haha…" I said, taking a sip. He walked away. I started looking around the room, trying to find a way to get upstairs to where the boy was being kept. I kept taking drink after drink, focusing my attention on the mission.

I looked over at Cyra. My eyes widened.

She was drunk.

Cyra inched closer to me. "Hey, Graaay, let's go daance." Her words were slurred, her face was tinted a rosy pink and she had a dumb look on her face.

I laughed and took a few more sips. I tilted the cup up for another one, but it was empty. I unconsciously lifted the glass out for the bartender to refill and started taking more sips, faster and faster.

"We can dance later, Cyra. Let's focus on the mission, alriight?" I asked.

She nodded and stood up but lost her balance and fell. I caught her and she gripped my shirt.

I carefully helped her stand up straight and grabbed her hand. I set down my 5th empty cup and started walking toward an open door across the room. It looked like it led to a bedroom and a staircase. Cyra's forehead leaned against my back as I tried steering us toward the door.

I started feeling dizzy and my legs were wobbly…..

Beams of sunlight hit my face and woke me up.

I was on some sort of bed. I lifted myself up and looked around. Cyra was standing by a door. She looked no different than earlier except her hair was messy and she was blushing.

I tilted my head, confused.

"Gray, your clothes." She muttered, turning to look in a different direction.

I looked down, seeing that I was naked I started repeatedly apologizing. I thought that I had maybe unknowingly stripped. I started putting my clothes back on. I looked out the window. It was daytime.

"What happened?," I asked her.

"You mean to say that you don't remember anything?"

I shook my head.

Her eyes stared at the ground. "Nothing happened, we just wasted time by falling asleep. That's all."

"Oh," I said now thinking that I understood the situation, "then we should go hurry and finish the mission."

We rescued the boy without much of a fight. Then I gave some of the reward money to Cyra and headed back to guild.

For some reason I didn't know, Cyra started avoiding me for the next several months. If we did talk, it was for a short time and it was as though she had become distant from me. It was as though we weren't even friends anymore and I never figured out why.

I learned a few months later that Cyra was still going on missions of her own without a guild. Years past and I seemed to have forgotten about her.

Yet, somehow I felt that there was still something missing, as though I didn't know what was the last piece to the puzzle. Where is she now?

End of Flashback

I wonder what happened to that girl. I wonder where she is.

I stared at the picture, only barely seeing it in the darkness of the room, under the light of the moon that entered through the window.

Looking at the picture, I realized that if there was one person other than myself that Kima reminded me of, it was Cyra.

~edolucy

I know, I know, it sucked. But please no flames. I don't know how to deal with hate mail. But I really want you to keep reading!

Aren't you curious as to where Cyra is? Well, too bad, because this side story will be postoned until after several chapters. Let's all head back to the actual story!

You haven't forgotten have you? The next chapter...did you realize the date? Do you remember what's so special about that day? Well, figure it out.(But don't spoil it for those who aren't so...bright) :)

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