A/N: probably the shortest chapter so far. Honestly though, I think that it to add next chapters events wouldn't fit—would make it seem less… I don't know, important? Sometimes important things need their own chapters. I would love it if you amazing people could tell me what you think about the newest plot twist? Also any questions you may have? You may be able to guess where I'm taking it after this….
It has been pointed out to me by my amazing beta Epicocity that I have some issues with sentence structure. My grammar is a work in progress, so please let me know if there is anything else I can fix.
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She tastes of fancy chocolates and tears. They haven't kissed for almost a year now, and it's the oddest thing now—to feel her lips crashing into his, to smell her scent as powerfully as before—like raspberries. If he had to put another word to the thing she smelled so beautifully of, that word would be stars—because stars were such beautiful things.
He's rather surprised when she shoves him away, her soft palms digging into his chest before parting their two mouths, her breathing ragged. A faint blush is staining her cheeks, her lips slightly swollen. Her brown eyes look confused for a mere moment—before they narrow at him angrily.
"What the hell Natsu?" she demanded of him, keeping her voice as low as possible so they wouldn't attract attention.
"What?" He questioned, slightly alarmed. Was he so out of practice with kissing that she considered him to be gross?
"You can't just do that!" she exclaimed, her face going even redder.
"Why not?" he asked, an innocent expression filling his features while his mind whirled with various doubts.
"Because you can't just run away kissing people!" she protested weakly, "and I was asking you a question, and that wasn't an acceptable answer."
"Lucy—" He began, his voice breaking off with a wimpy squeak, "It's not easy to say." he confessed.
"Try," she begs, her brown eyes boring into his soul, "Natsu, please. I deserve an answer."
"I can't Lucy—"
"TRY. I'll come back if you tell me."
"Really?"
"I promise."
"Fine," he exhaled a deep sigh through his mouth, "when I was seven—I woke up, and my Dad was gone. He left, him and my Mother. They just disappeared, the car was gone, their clothes packed up—and the worse part was Wendy and I had gotten in a violent fight with them the night before—so what did we think? That we were the reason our parents left—that there was something wrong with us." He bit out the words through his teeth like they were bile, "So before you ask me why I have problems, think about how a kid would be if their parents suddenly left in the middle of the night."
"Natsu," Lucy murmured, and she reached upwards to grip the edges of his scarf and wrenched his mouth to hers once more.
"WHO THE HELL IS THAT!?" an angry male voice broke through their passionate embrace, and when Natsu looked up he saw none other than Lucy's Father glaring down at them.
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"This is her house?" Gray asked in disbelief, his eyes growing wider as he stared up at the great building. They were just outside of the long winding driveway, and they could just barely glimpse the roof peeking up between the trees—but it did look like it was made of real gold. "How the hell does someone get this much money anyways?"
Before his question could be answered, it began to rain. Violently so, each drop the size of a man's finger, splattering against the window shield so hard and fast that no one could even see what was going on outside.
"Where did that come from?" Erza asked, squinting through the window.
"Is that…" Gray trailed off as he leaned closer to the window, practically pressing his face against the surface, "Someone walking through the rain?"
"They do have an umbrella," Mirajane offered helpfully, while Wendy merely shivered as if the thought of the rain displeased her. Gray frowned again, as the figure approached, a dim silhouette in the thundering rain.
"Gray, what are you doing?" Erza questioned, as his hand went to the door handle.
"This feels familiar," He whispered, shoving the door open and stepping outside.
"Gray are you fucking crazy—Erza for gods sake don't follow him!"
As the figure approached, Gray could clearly see it was a woman. She was wearing clothes meant for winter, thick and warm. She had blue hair that curled at the end, big blue eyes to match. A dark hat was fastened on her head, and she tightly gripped the pink umbrella. Something in those blue eyes flickered at the sight of Gray and Erza huddled in the rain—but it quickly was replaced with a steely determination.
"Juvia shall not let you pass," the woman spoke, her voice as cool as the atmosphere around her, "She will do whatever it takes."
"Who are you?!" Gray demanded, his voice hard, "I demand you tell us now!"
"Juvia is Juvia," the woman replied serenely, her eyes flickering. "That is all the questions you will be permitted to ask."
"I'll ask what questions I want to." Gray snapped.
"Water Nebula!" two large columns of water slammed into both teenagers, and sent them spiraling to the pavement, which they hit with a sick crunch.
"What the hell?" Gray demanded loudly, as another wave of water hit them, "How is she using—" his words were cut off as a large amount of water slammed into his mouth.
"Gray!" Erza called, speaking up for the first time.
"Juvia is sorry," the woman said, "but they will hurt her unless she does this." Squinting skywards, he saw that the woman was standing right over him and Erza now, her hand raised.
"Water—" she began, but before she could finish… whatever the hell she was doing, Erza grabbed her ankle and flipped her onto the ground next to them. The scarlet haired was on her feet in the next second, her brown eyes narrowing as the water continued to pour down.
Gray was on top of 'Juvia' in the next moment, his hands moving to pin her arms above her head. The woman looked at him with her large sad eyes for a brief moment, before her body literally dissolved under his fingertips, going see through and sliding underneath him. He swore and leaped up, as the water on the cement bubbled and rose—to make the shape of the woman once more.
"That isn't…possible," Erza panted, as the woman looked calmly back at them—not a single scratch upon her strange body.
"Juvia must not let you pass," she repeated again.
"Juvia?" Gray asked, his brow furrowing, "Listen Juvia, we just need to get our friend back. My name is Gray," he said, stepping forward and extending a hand, "I really don't want to hurt you."
Tears welled up in the woman's eyes, and her whole body quivered. "You do not know," she whispered, "Gray-sama doesn't know…"
"Doesn't know what?" Erza asked, "What don't we know?"
"Water Lock!" Juvia shouted, and then Gray was floating.
Laxus watched the whole thing go down. As soon as Juvia had them in her ever famous water lock, he slid open the door and stepped out side as well—locking the doors so Mirajane and Wendy couldn't follow.
"Juvia," Laxus said carefully, approaching the woman with his hands raised carefully as Gray and Erza bobbed in the giant bubble of water, suspended over the pavement—eerily floating. "Why are you on their side?"
"Juvia is doing this for her family!" She shouted, "Laxus-san doesn't understand, he can't understand!"
"Juvia, there are more people like us—people who know—we can help you—Just put Gray and Erza down!"
"They have her," Juvia whispered, "They'll hurt her if Juvia doesn't do this."
"Please," Laxus begged, "We need Natsu so we can bring them back again. We'll save whoever needs to be saved—"
"Meredy, her name is Meredy,"
"Alright, we'll save Meredy. Please Juvia, we'll find a way to bring them all back. We'll get our family back." Juvia eyes filled with tears, and she dropped the water lock, sending Gray and Erza sprawling onto the ground.
"Don't break your promise," the woman whispered, and she ran back through the pouring rain—away from Laxus and the others.