Juvia, hurrying, rushed below deck, back to her quarters. She'd become rather familiar with her path, taking a right, a left, and down the Grand Staircase, it was a little short walk from there and she would find her room. It was her after-breakfast routine, which even in her home in France, was rarely disturbed. It was to return to her room and pick out an outfit for lunch. However, the night before, her father had requested she eat lunch with him, but he'd be busy with her business during breakfast. She'd eagerly taken up Miss Erza Scarlet on her offer to dine with her, because she was never the type to be enjoy her lonesome.

Glimpsing at the time on the clock that was set on the Grand Staircase, she realized her father would probably be enjoying his time with friends in the cigar lounge, smoking away the stress of business deals. At least, that was his excuse for all of the cigars he carried around. Without sparing a second, she found her way to her room, and immediately took a seat at her desk.

She wasn't going to acknowledge the silence that loomed overhead. She couldn't hear the waves far below where she stood, nor could she hear the commotion above on the deck. There were few people outside in the hallway, so not a single sound penetrated her door. To break the silence, she pressed pen to paper and begun writing.

Immediately she apologized for not knowing Gray's boundary, referring to him in the politest, most honorable way. She also apologized for acting so rudely, thinking it was her fault for him snapping at her so suddenly. She asked him if he would grace her with his presence one last time before landing in America, because she wanted to apologize to him personally. "After this, I won't bother you any longer, this would just mean the world to me." Signing her name, she neatly folded the note, and set it off with a ship employee.

He watched her return to her room, and he made his way off. "Gray Fullbuster, Third Class," was neatly penned on the paper, and he checked with several other employees and asked around to find out which room he was in, and eventually found himself searching through a ship log. Making his way down to the lower regions of the ship, he found himself traveling down memorized paths. He'd been trained to memorize the hallways and paths of the Titanic, but not since the ship had set sail had he walked them.

Finding the room number that belonged to Gray Fullbuster and two other males that had actually come aboard the ship, he met eyes with one who was keeping watch over to kids. His pink hair was tousled and askew, and he barely gave any regard to the crewmember coming near him.

"Are you Gray Fullbuster?"

A noise of mocking disgust erupted from his throat, and he pointed inside the room. The door was wide open to the public. The pink-haired fellow called into the room, catching the attention of the dark-haired one inside the room.

"What?" he snapped.

The crewmember slowly came into the room, extending his hand with the letter. "You have a letter," he said. The man named Gray snatched it from his hand and peered over the handwriting on the front. Immediately, he recognized the handwriting, and he wondered if he should actually open it.

I was a jerk, he reminded himself. Nodding as thanks to the man, he watched him leave. Tearing open the sealed envelope, he unfolded the letter and begun to read what Juvia had inscribed for him. He didn't know why he was caring so much about if she was okay, and how he was constantly trying to devise a plan to apologize. Whenever his thoughts were idle, they found a way to Juvia, wanting to make sure that she was okay.

Being around her sent a familiar feeling through him. The sweet aroma that emanated off of her was of roses-something like the perfume his mother used to wear when they could afford the bottle. Even with the sea air tainting the smell of flowers, it was still there, lingering on her skin. Even more, she was somehow connected to his past, the one where he was wealthy and their fates had been intertwined.

"Gray," Natsu cooed in the doorway. Gray, finishing reading, looked up, and cocked a brow. "You're making that look where you pull your eyebrows together. What's bothering you?"

"I've known you for, what, three days now?" Gray asked. Natsu shrugged, attempting to count the days.

Nodding, he shrugged. "I think. Why, are you asking that to make a point that you wouldn't tell me, or because I've got you all figured out?"

"A little bit of both," Gray said, rubbing his neck.

Natsu grinned. He turned back to the two kids who had been socializing in the hallway in front of him, and waved them goodbye. Entering into the room, he propped himself down onto the bed; his dark eyes met Gray's, expecting something out of the Frenchman.

When he leaned his head back and rolled his shoulders, Gray groaned out, "I don't know. I've got a lot on my plate." Reaching across the floor, he gripped his boots and pulled them on. Lacing them up, he merely said, "I'm going up to the deck," and quickly left the suite.

Groaning in disdain, Natsu watched him leave. Gray, being as hostile and lonesome as he was, his distance was to-be-expected, especially to Natsu, being that the two brawl whenever they can. Without sparing a glance back, Gray shoved his hands into his jacket pockets, finding his way up to the deck.

In the open air, it was easier for him to think. Below deck, at the bottom of the ship, the air was thick and heavy, warm and cramped. Moving to the railing, he stared down to the water, watching it lap and ripple against the moving Titanic. After all, there was nowhere else to look. There was no land or other ships to stare off at in the distance, no passing chunks of ice. Besides, the Titanic hadn't been issued any warning signs for ice, from what he had been told.

His mind, clouded with heavy thoughts, wondered what would have happened if the Fullbuster family hadn't gone broke. I wouldn't be on this ship, he thought, knowing he would still be locked up in his mansion, studying ever book handed to him on business. He was only going to America for the job opportunities, gambling his chances in hopes that the economy would rise there, in his favor. He would also be married off to Juvia, which only seemed bad because he had never felt any sort of love. In fact, the way his heart lurked around her probably wasn't love, but because he was used to distance, and she was pushing herself closer.

Closeness was something he wasn't used to.

Being close to people had never been much of an option when he was a child. Growing up, it was almost though his fate was tied to him by a read thread. Exhaling rather audibly, the person standing near him spared a sympathetic glance at him. He seemed to feel the stress eminating from Gray's body. Before stepping away from the railing he gave him an encouraging pat on the shoulder, startling Gray from his thoughts.

Glancing at the bench, he recalled the day Natsu had boarded the ship. The Irishman had been sitting on the bench, chatting away to his delight. He had bonded rather well with the people on the ship, charisma beaming out of him. He and Gray were polar opposites-like fire and ice.

At that time, he had pulled away from the railing, ready to leave his new roommate on the deck, and his eyes had wandered up to the deck that overlooked the one he stood on. Recreating his movements, he was shocked to see Juvia standing there, just as she had been when they had left Queenstown.

"Juvia," he said with a hefty sigh.

Seeming to hear him, she looked down at him, her eyes lighting up. Leaning farther over the railing, she waved hello. Calling at him, she asked, "Gray, did you get my letter?"

Nodding, he called back. "Yeah, is tomorrow for dinner okay?"

When she nodded in approval, she begun to beam happiness. "Of course," she said, smiling rather brightly. Telling him the time and location, she waved goodbye, prying herself away from the railing to leave. Gray waved until she was out of his line of sight, and propped himself down onto the bench.

"It's the least I can do."

A/N: Hello, hello! I'm so sorry that this chapter has come out so late! The first reason was because I was so busy with testing, and when I finally did start writing this chapter, I lost it because OneNote messed up and deleted all of my progress! However, now that I'm done enjoying my spring break, I can finally sit down and write, so here I am! I'm attempting to slow down and treasure the last day before the iceberg hits the Titanic,because it's April 13 in the story!

I want to send special thanks to my dear/best friend, Mel, because she did some fanart for this fanfic a while back, and is planning to do more! The link is now on my profile, so you should check it out! She's really a sweetheart ;u;

Special hellos to all of you! Because you've been reading this far into my fanfic, and I cannot thank you all enough!

Now, before I say my goodbyes for this chapter, I have a bit to explain. When I mentioned that there were no signs or warnings for ice, there were never any warnings for icebergs and ice chunks that reached the Titanic until April 14, the day the ship hit the Titanic. Please do know that the ship completely disregarded these warnings and continued travelling at full speed to reach the United States early-in record time. Also, I mentioned how it seemed as though Gray's fate was tied to him with a red string. I'm not too sure about other countries' beliefs, but the Japanese believe that humans have this invisible red thread that ties them to the person that they will fall in love with, and it's a bit of a play on the belief because Gray doesn't think he'll ever fall in love, and his only fate and love is reserved for work! So there's that!

Once again, thank-you for reading and being patient with me! Please leave me a review to read if you have time, because it always picks me up when I have writer's block! I really want to push through with this fanfic, all the way until the end! Thank-you all so much! Have a nice day/night!