It took a little time, but all the Fullbusters began to adjust to the twins. It was a lot of late nights and dozens of diapers. There were tons of little dresses and hours of learning to do hair.

And Gray loved every second of it.

He got used to be tired because he loved to get up at night and love his little girls until they were ready to go back to sleep. He didn't listen to Juvia when she said that she could get up at night too. He was fine doing it himself because he had a lot of time that he had never been able to give Storm.

The girls loved him almost instantly, even though they were two very different little people.

Summer, the oldest, was independent and goofy. She got attached very quickly to things and she loved to laugh. She was a little more rowdy than her sister, but no one really seemed to mind. All-in-all, she was the most like her mother.

Skye, however, was a quiet little girl. She didn't talk much, but she always looked very thoughtful. She was a sweet girl and she loved Gray to a point of clinging, but he didn't mind. She was more like her Dad.

Gray eventually had to go back on jobs, and the girls hated them. They always wanted to go along. They wanted to learn magic. It took forever for Gray to convince Juvia to help him start to teach them. Storm was eager to help his little sisters learn, so by the time they were three, the girls had learned their magic. Summer had learned the water magic and Skye had learned the ice magic.

It didn't take more than their first job for them to learn that they could perform a unison raid. Everyone was amazed when they saw it happen, but not exactly surprised. The girls were very close.

Gray never shied away from time with the girls. He went through all the things a normal dad would avoid. He dealt with all the makeovers, the tea parties, and the dancing. In fact, he didn't deal with them, he loved them. He knew that all this goofy stuff made the girls happy, and what was a few minutes of minor discomfort for a pair of cute girls that he loved more than anything? He let them put on the make-up. He let them sit him down with tiny coffee cups in the Hall. No one really said much but for the guys making the occasional joke, and even then, Gray was happy to do it all.

The girls started to get bigger very quickly. They were five before anyone noticed. They wanted to go explore more. Storm was happy to take them anywhere (as long as Nashi came along) and they began to go on jobs more often with their brother.

Storm, now about 18, had grown a lot like his father. He was dedicated but stubborn and, more like his mother, hopelessly in love. He and Nashi had been dating for almost three years and they were attached at the hip.

It was one afternoon that Storm and Nashi agreed to take the girls on a job that Storm grew even more like his father.

The four of them had stopped by a local food stand on the way back from a job. It was crowded with people who sat at tables and leaned against walls with friends or family. The girls were hungry, so Storm had walked to grab them some food while Nashi waited with them just a little distance away, leaning her back against the wall as the twins chased each other in circles in front of her.

The girls stopped their playing and walked uneasily to stand behind Nashi's legs when they saw the approaching group of tall guys with stupid haircuts and a lot of flashy clothes. The one that stood in front had a messy head of black hair and a stupid grin on his face, a toothpick dangling between his lips. He looked around him as he walked and slowly swaggered over to where Nashi stood, looking at her with a slightly raised eyebrow.

"Well, well, who do we have here?" he asked, his friends chuckling lightly behind him. "Do you have a name, Pinky?"

Nashi glared at him and tugged a lock of her hair from his fingers. "Not one you need to know, Skeeze."

He chuckled lightly, leaning his hands on the wall on either side of her head, his face moving closer to her. "Oh, yeah? There's nothing I could do to-" he leaned a bit closer "-get it out of you?"

Nashi was just about to respond when a strong hand grabbed at the back of the guy's shirt and tugged him back. He stumbled and turned to face the person that had grabbed him. Storm stood with a dark look on his face and a hard grip on the guy's shirt.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" he hissed.

The guy cracked a grin. "I'm trying to make a pretty friend. You got a problem with that?"

Storm didn't miss a beat.

"Yeah. I sure do. That's my girlfriend you're talking about," he spat out, holding the guy with both hands on his collar.

The guy laughed. "You? A Fairy? She could do way better, Sparkles." He shot out a hand that Storm instantly caught in his, ice coating the guy's balled fist.

"Oh, an ice mage," the guy said sarcastically. "That's so cool! Too bad about this, though."

The ice over his hand began to melt and Storm took a second to process it before he began to outright laugh. "Fire mage or magic negation?"

The guy shrugged. "The second one."

Storm sighed and nodded. "Alright. Well, that makes my choice on how to beat your ass a lot easier to make."

And then the real fight started.

Fight was a strong word for it. The dictionary defines a fight as any contest or struggle, and any bystander could see that there was no contest here. Storm was winning hands down.

He instantly threw the guy up against the wall to set him off balance. It was easy then to toss him to the ground and lean over him. Storm's hands flew out so quick, the guy couldn't catch or dodge a single blow. Hit after hit bounced off of his face until Nashi came to her sense and saw what was really happening.

"Storm," she muttered, moving quickly over to him. "Storm! Storm, stop!"

He was in a deep rage. She could see that from his face. The guy didn't get mad often, but when he did, it was like a volcano. He couldn't hear her when he was this kind of mad.

"Storm!" she called again, putting a hand gently on his shoulder.

He stopped mid-swing and looked up at her. The black edge in his eyes dimmed slightly and went back to its usual ocean blue.

"Storm. Stop," she said gently, putting a hand on his cheek as she carefully helped him up. "Let's go. He's not worth it."

"But he-"

"I know what he said," she said gently, helping him up. "But that doesn't matter."

He looked at her almost blankly and nodded, standing up and cleaning his bloodied knuckles on his pants.

Nashi grabbed his hand and they each grabbed one of the girls' hands and began to walk back home.

The guy was left in a mess on the ground. He shook his head slowly and sat up, cleaning his nose in his sleeve. Blood streaked across his face and his sniffed to stop the rest of it from dripping from his nostrils. He stood and joined his friends who were completely silent. They weren't going to bring this up with their leader. He shrugged to fix his jacket and began walking stiffly back from the direction he'd come, keeping his cocky stride and a stiff face.

That mattered, I promise.

So, the girls got big all of a sudden. There's also a reason for that. Again, promise.

Just stick around. It'll all get explained.

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