When Juvia arrived at the cathedral the first thing she did was behold it's great beauty and splendor. She had been to the cathedral many times before but in her eyes, the whole building seemed to grow more beautiful with each visit she took. She loved going there because whenever she was in the church she felt safe and loved. Like nothing and no one on earth could ever hurt her and that she would always find a friend.

"So a gypsy dares to enter this holy place?"

Juvia was startled by the sudden appearance of Invel. This was the first time she had ever met him directly and all she knew about him was what Jellal had told her.

"What are you doing here?" He asked her.

"I came here to pray and to see if that poor man is alright."

"He is none of your concern. He's my charge. God loves even a monster."

"He's no less human than the rest of us."

"Of course the likes of you would see him as human."

"The likes of me?"

"Gypsies. Your kind associate yourselves with witchcraft and the devil."

"Your grace I will have you know that I am a Christian woman who has never taken part in any of that kind of practice and the gypsies aren't nearly as horrible as you say they are. I owe everything I am to the gypsies. When I lost my family the gypsies took me in and cared for me as if I were one of them."

"I see." Invel said becoming interested. "So you weren't born into that accursed race."

"No and even if I was it shouldn't mean anything."

"No this changes things. You are not a heathen like them, you are just a misguided soul."

"You're missing the point your grace. Weather I was born a gypsy or not doesn't matter in this conversation. What matters is that despite your beliefs, a group of gypsies were kind enough to care for me so they're not as evil as you say they are."

Invel looked at her with a gaze that seemed to make her shudder and feel uncomfortable. She took a small step back away from him. She really didn't like the way he was looking at her. She didn't like it at all.

"Midday mass is starting so I must go." He told her before leaving.

Once he was gone Juvia went to find a private place to pray. Some how she didn't feel comfortable praying in the presence of that man. She chose to pray near a stain glass window that had an image of the Virgin Mary in it.

"Oh heavenly Father, I pray that you forgive me for the horrible sin I committed. Because of me an innocent man suffered torturous pain at the hands of a merciless crowd. Dear God I pray that you watch over and bless that poor man. He can't help the way he is and those who treat him cruelly, please help them see the error of their ways."

Unknown to her Gray was just a few feet above her cleaning the bells and dusting and sweeping the areas of the cathedral where very few people went to. When he saw her he became curious and decided to spy on her but he was so distracted by her that he accidentally knocked something over which made a noise that caught her attention m

"Who's there?" She gasped when she heard him. Gray quickly ran upstairs. "No wait! Come back!"

She chased after him.

"Please! Don't run away!" She called.

"Leave me alone!" He called not slowing down.

"I'm not going to hurt you I just want to talk to you."

Gray hoped that he could out run her or that she would give up due to how high and long the stairway was but he underestimated her persistence. When he reached the top he quickly went to hide.

"Hello? Where are you?" She asked looking around. "Are you hiding from me? You don't have to do that. I promise that I won't hurt you I only want to apologise."

She walked around the room and searched for him but she couldn't find him anywhere. She sighed and started to walk back to the stairway.

"You want to apologise?" She stopped when she heard a voice say that.

"Yes I do."

"For what?"

"For causing you to go through all that torture and suffering."

"That wasn't your fault you know." He said. "It's not like you were the judge who sentenced me to be whipped."

"Still if I hadn't of cried out then they wouldn't have thought that you attacked me. I told that soldier you were innocent I don't understand why that happened." Her blue eyes scanned the area, trying to find the owner of the voice. "Could you come out?"

"No."

"Then I guess I'll just have to look for you."

Gray was certain that Juvia would never find him where he was hidden but she had a good ear and was able to follow his voice right over to the curtain he was hiding behind.

"There you are." She said pulling it back.

Gray started to run away again but he tripped and fell off the edge of the platform they were standing on. Juvia let out a small scream.

"Did I scare you?" He asked her.

"Oh no I just thought that you had hurt yourself."

"But I didn't scare you?"

"No."

She went to help him up but he flinched away from her and covered his face with his hands.

"Let me see your face, I think you have a bruise."

"Don't look at me! Go away!"

"Now stop that I'm only trying to see if you're okay."

She grabbed his wrists and tried to pull his hands away from his face. He struggled, so did she but she struggled more because he was a lot stronger than she was.

"I don't want you to see my face!"

"But I've already seen it. There's nothing to be ashamed of."

"Really?! There's nothing to be ashamed of this!"

He dropped his hands from his face, giving her a perfect view.

"There! Take a good long look!" He snapped at her. "So now do you wanna tell me that I've got nothing to be ashamed of?!"

Juvia wasn't sure how to respond. He looked so angry and upset. She could understand why he would be ashamed of his face and why others would be but he couldn't help how he was born. She looked down at his wrists which she held in her hands and took notice of one of them. It was the wrist that bore a bracelet of that had been woven together with thread and twine and decorated with beads.

"Where did you get this?" She asked him.

"Get what?" He asked her confused.

"This bracelet. Where did you get it? This used to be mine. I made it when I was nine years old."

Juvia looked back up at Gray's face and into his silver grey eyes. Very familiar silver grey eyes.

"The boy with the cute eyes." She whispered.

"What?" He said.

"When I was a little girl I gave this bracelet to a little boy. He had a scarred face but he had the cutest eyes that I had ever seen. Was that you?"

Gray looked at her and at once he recognized her as the little girl who had given him that exact bracelet on his tenth birthday.

"That was you?" He asked her.

"Yes." She nodded. "Oh I knew that I recognized you from somewhere but I just couldn't figure it out.
I always wondered what had happened to you. My goodness you've gotten bigger."

"Well it's been ten years, what did you expect? Me to be only four feet tall for the rest of my life?"

"No silly." She giggled. "I've just noticed how much you changed."

"You've changed too. I mean you're not as tall as me but you've grown in height and you're more...Hairy?"

"I beg your pardon?"

"Something hairy is touching me. Is that you?"

He looked down and saw that the hairy thing he felt was a white cat.

"Carla what are you doing here?" Juvia said rubbing the cat's ears.

"What's that?"

"This is Carla. She's a very smart cat and a friend of mine. She must have followed me here."

"I'm surprised she made it this far."

"As I said she's very smart." She stood up and began to look around. "So you live up here?"

"Yep."

"Wow. I always liked going to church but I never thought about living in one."

"Would you... Would you like a tour?"

"I'd love to."