A/N: Okay, first I wanted to say how much I love all of you. I published a NaLu Hogwarts one-shot the other day, and so many of you reviewed, I was shocked. It made me realize that some of you are actually following what stories I publish and stuff! I seriously nearly had a heart attack, I was so happy.

I love you all. So here, have some NaLu and GrayZa fluff. BTW, the next chapter is all GrayZa. When I mean all GrayZa, I mean it. Literally, Natsu and Lucy won't come in at all. (the one after that is all Rowen and Nalu tho, promise.)

Lucy and Natsu were torn brutally apart by two of her Father's guards, before they could fight back. Lucy's hand extended towards him; desperately grasping for his own reaching fingers, until her Father cracked her across the face with his hand.

She didn't allow herself to emit a whimper of pain, but instead let her hand fall limply to her side, giving up on reaching him. As soon as her Father had shouted—the guards had come rushing down the hall and she had known it was over. This was the part in her life when someone, usually a condescending adult, would say life isn't fair. But it never had been for her. So why the hell couldn't life give her this one thing? This one happiness?

Natsu was attempting to fight some of the guards, and he actually managed to take out a few before they pinned his arms behind his back. He let out a brief cry of pain as they yanked his them brutally behind his body.

"Don't hurt him!" she cried, her eyes wide and pleading with her Father. He ignored her… of course.

"Where is Juvia?" he instead demanded of the guards, his eyes searching for his best employee.

"She disappeared sir." One of them said nervously.

Natsu looked up at her when the words were spoken, and through his pain—he smiled. It was one of his beautiful smiles, one that had haunted her dreams since they broke up all those months ago.

"It's going to be okay Luce," he promised, his voice sweet as Natsu's could be. Lucy struggled again, as her Father instructed the guard to punch Natsu in the stomach to keep from him talking. "It's all going to be okay," Natsu repeated, and they hit him again, and again.

"Sir!" a small clerk stepped into the room, nervous in the presence of her Father, as most of his employees were. "A man named Laxus is demanding to see you, he says he is the legal guardian of Mr. Natsu Dragneel, who is somewhere in your house."

"Is that your name?" Her Father demanded of the pink haired boy. Natsu grinned again, and his lip split—a gory trail of blood spilling down his face.

"You son of a bitch," he spat a bloody wad of spittle right into her Father's eye. Jude punched the boy in the face, and Natsu slumped forward.

"Please take his guardian here," he instructed the clerk, who scampered off at once.

There were a couple minutes of awkward silence, the only sound being Natsu's labored breathing and Lucy's frantic panting, the guards straining grunts as they held Natsu back, who was evidentially still fighting even though he was obviously in pain.

The silence was fully broken when Laxus stalked into the room, closely followed by Mirajane, Gray, Erza and Wendy. Gray and Erza were scraped up, and soaking wet. She could see the scarlet haired girl shivering as they stood. Gray scowled, before grabbing a blanket that hung off the back of one of her chairs, and wrapped it tightly around Erza. Laxus was wet as well, but that didn't make him any less intimidating, if anything, it made him scarier.

"We're here to take Natsu back with us," he said firmly, but his eyes flickered to Lucy for the slightest moment. He seemed to analyze the mark her Father had left on her cheek. "And Lucy," he added as an afterthought.

"You can take back this scum all you want—" her Father gestured at Natsu, who had raised his head at the sight of his friends. "But taking Lucy is out of the question."

The guards let go of Natsu's arms finally, but before he could do anything Wendy was at his side, sitting him down firmly on the carpet and examining his face closely. Lucy sighed in relief. Natsu would surely be okay with his sister right next to him, tending to his wounds.

"He hit him in the stomach too, Wendy," Lucy spoke up, and her Father whirled on her again.

"You stay quiet," he snarled at her, raising his hand again. Gray and Erza were both in-between her and her Father's fists in an instant, and she could practically feel their bodies thrumming with adrenaline. She didn't have much time to admire their perfect synchronization before the raven-haired boy spoke.

"I wouldn't do that if I was you," Gray said warningly, and Lucy could have sworn she saw Erza grip Gray's wrist, as if she was trying to hold him back.

"Let me tell you how this is going to happen Mr. Heartfilia," Mirajane said sweetly for the first time, stepping forward, "you are going to order your guards from this room immediately." She was dressed in a black dress, one that Lucy hadn't seen on her before. It contrasted oddly with her white hair, made her blue eyes seem bright, and more deadly.

"What makes you think I would ever do that?" Her Father demanded.

"Because I'm about to tell everyone all of your crimes, and it wouldn't do for those in your employment to listen in, would it now?" Mirajane's voice was still sweet, but her face suggested that he not mess with her.

"Fine," he agreed, to Lucy's surprise, "Leave," he barked.

"Mirajane—" Laxus reached out a hand to stop the white haired woman from advancing more, but she shook him off, pushing him back slightly with her palm.

"Where should I start?" Mirajane's sweet voice had dropped, a cruel look flashed over her face, before she wiped it clean and it was carefully blank, "maybe with the fact that you cheated on your wife on several different occasions? That you have physically abused her and Lucy for years? That if a certain employee finally stood up to you—you'd attack the people they loved?"

"You're, you're—a Strauss." It was the first time Lucy saw her Father scared.

"Damn right," Mirajane snarled, "you told the good church loving people of my town that I was a demon—well you know what? This is revenge you little fucker. I doubt anyone would ever do business with you after they learned your dirty tactics?"

"What do you want from me?"

"Pass over Lucy's legal guardianship over to me," Mirajane stated, "Let her leave this place in peace, and nobody has to know. I'll keep quiet, but if you don't let Lucy come with us, or speak of our little talk with anyone, I'll make sure the entire public knows how much of a jackass you are."

Laxus looked amazed, like he was seeing Mirajane for the first time. Lucy could feel a smile stretching across her face when her Father nodded, and immediately pushed past Gray, Erza and Jude, until she could collapse into Natsu's arms, her face buried in his shoulder.

…

While Natsu and Lucy were to busy kissing to notice anything, Gray and Erza hung back. Erza and Mirajane packing up as much of Lucy's stuff as possible, so they didn't have to come back here again. Gray was helping as much as he could, although he refused to go near Lucy's clothes after Erza held up a particularly lacy number. The scarlet haired girl seemed satisfied that he flinched back from the offending object instead of fawning over it—so instead he resumed packing up Lucy's other belongings, as it would be better to avoid a black eye if possible.

He didn't realize that he and Erza were alone until she sighed loudly. Glancing upwards, he saw that she was sitting on the edge of her bed, and as if on accident, she raised her fingers and brushed her sweaty hair out of her eyes. He could hardly believe it—Erza never ever showed him the right side of her face. Those infuriating scarlet strands of hers always covered it; no matter how much pleading he did with her to show him that side of her.

She didn't seem to realize what she'd done at first—and he drunk in as much of her appearance as possible.

It surprised him, and didn't. He expected that someone was causing her to keep her eye covered like that, but it wasn't exactly what he was expecting.

The eye was clouded over—like she had been blinded by something. A great curving scar cut through her eyebrow and crossed into her eye, before curving downwards onto her cheek. It looked like a knife scar, like someone had intentionally done this—obscured her vision.

She caught him staring, and quickly covered that side of her face back up, a shameful blush moving onto her cheeks. Before he quite knew what he was doing, he had stood up and tucked the scarlet strands back behind her ear once more, baring that part of her face to the world.

"Better that way," he said, his voice uneven, and then turned and left before he could do something like kiss her.

…

She'd been running for hours. She wasn't sure where she was running exactly—all she knew was that she couldn't stop.

Juvia. The name, the name that belonged respectively to her—was almost unfamiliar. The way Laxus said it, while he had never really spoken to her before the incident; it brought back a rush of unwelcome memories. Memories of her home, the place she was working so hard to get back to.

She was close to exhaustion—while she didn't get thirsty, a hunger fit for Natsu was building in her stomach, and her eyes were growing heavier than she thought they ever could. She knew it wouldn't be long before she collapsed, and then they would find her.

It was another couple hours before her legs gave out. She had left behind the forest miles and miles ago, and was somewhere in the suburbs now. She had just crashed face first onto someone's dewy lawn, and her chest heaved, her eyes going blurry—this time not from tears.

"Hey—" Someone, and she knew that voice, prodded at her. She couldn't find the strength to respond, her head lolling on the grass, her breathing becoming even more ragged, "ULTEAR!" the same voice shouted, "ULTEAR GET OUT HERE!" He turned Juvia over, and she tried to get her blue eyes to focus on the face above her.

Silver hair fell into his forehead, over dark ebony eyes, with a sleek pointed chin—his whole appearance sharp. Lyon.