Summary: "Who makes you moan? Who makes you scream in pleasure and joy? I. Fucking. Do. What's mine is mine and sharing isn't an option I'd even have the idiocy to consider."
After the Grand Magic Games, Juvia Lockser took time to reflect on her life – including Gray Fullbuster. Something she wouldn't have done on her own since she was always caught up in her fantasy. It hurt like a bitch to realize that a one-sided love would never be returned, it truly did. And moving on was even harder to do. But still, Juvia swore to do so. Somehow, there's a way for everything.
Genre: Drama/Friendship.
Disclaimer: To say that Fairy Tail belongs to me is pure fantasy. Hiro Mashima remains the creator and has all the rights. And I see Juvia Lockser as... Boa Hancock from One Piece. They could be really close friends, as they seem so similar. Both insanely strong and crazy in love with Gray Fullbuster and Monkey D. Luffy.
/!\ Warning: This fan-fiction has tons of smut and I won't tell when and where you'll read them in those chapters. I'm unpredictable, huh! Minors have been warned and if you're caught off guard...remember that this fan-fiction is rated M. Read the summary carefully before launching yourself on this story.
… In which Sting Eucliffe and Juvia Lockser try hard not to give in to sexual frustration once apart, Rogue Cheney and Gajeel Redfox are both meddling and helping friends, Cana Alberona, Lucy Heartfilia, Mirajane Strauss and Erza Scarlet are determined to discover Juvia's 'secrets'.
… and in which Juvia Lockser shows off why she is called Juvia of the Great Sea.
Chapter Two: You May Stop Smirking, Gentlemen.
"Oh, Sting..."
Damn, he loved that moan. Lustful and hungry, exactly how he liked them. Juvia was lying flat on her stomach, the muscled chest of her blonde lover pressed against her back as he leisurely thrust his hips forward. Sting grunted in pure pleasure, his teeth nipping her left ear and his hands either fondling her luscious breasts or stroking her attractive hips. She felt so hot and so right beneath him, all submissive and completely his to bring to impossibly pleasurable orgasms. Her hands, clamping the bed sheets, were itching to scratch his skin and that thought alone made him smirk against her neck. He rubbed his pelvis teasingly against the rounded shape of her ass, giving her a powerful thrust of his hips. She cried out, jerking in his embrace as he chuckled darkly.
"Frustrating, isn't it?" he whispered huskily, provoking goose bumps along her shoulder as he bit, licked and kissed the creamy white skin that had the best taste ever according to his tongue. It was so alluring he could eat her whole.
Juvia arched her neck, giving in to his ministrations as his teeth and tongue went to lick and bite the mark he had created on her skin, red and definitely going to remain there. Sting purred loudly in happiness as one of her hands flew to his blonde hair, stroking it wildly before grasping a handful in a strong grip. Then he roared, digging his fingers into her hips as he brutally increased the pace of his hips. She cried out once again as his teeth bit down mercilessly in her neck, her nerves pulsing from the sensations he was provoking.
"Mine!" he growled animalistically, his lust swirling madly in his blue eyes.
Sting growled under his breath as he gave his throbbing member hard, swift strokes. He was sweating a little, his face strained from the pain mixed with the pleasure he was feeling upon recalling his previous trysts with the delicious, blue-haired sex-kitten he had reluctantly left. He breathed slowly, chest heaving and muscles rippling. The Dragon Slayer couldn't risk startling Lector in his sleep with his sexual problem, especially if the Exceed started to be annoyingly teasing – the fact that Sting couldn't hide anything to his best furry friend honored his devotion to value friendship above everything else, just like Fairy Tail had taught Sabertooth to during the Grand Magic Games. Lector was aware of his nights with Juvia Lockser and was, both pleasantly and surprisingly, supporting this arrangement between the two of them (he had even stated that he would like to meet the blue-haired woman again, just to see if she was worth Sting's attention but the Dragon Slayer already knew his Exceed will like her). Hiding in the bathroom of his own apartment when he had to take care of his carnal need wasn't the best option, especially if the object of his aggressive desires wasn't near, but he didn't much of a choice.
He arched his back, throwing his head backwards as he let out another groan of pleasure, ecstasy and lust swimming furiously in his half-lidded blue eyes. Sting shuddered as he felt a wave of heat building up in his lower regions, his heart beating quite wildly. He was close, very close. Pre-cum was already pouring out of the tip of his shaft, staining the tiles of the floor, but that truly didn't matter to Sting; he was trying to concentrate on a memory of his intimate moments with Juvia, a particularly intimate, steamy one that should send him over the edge. He found it hard to focus on one sole night when every last one of them were amazing and mind-blowing, maybe he should remember the way Juvia made him cum after a seemingly endless staccato of wild thrusts. Sting finally closed his eyes with a feral smirk as he looked through his memory to fish out the damn, best fucking tryst with the Water Mage because even though she wasn't here with him, she still had this delicious effect on him that made him crave for her body even more.
"Hell, Rain woman," Sting growled huskily, still wearing the same smirk. "You have no idea how you make me feel even though I don't have you around..."
He had her trapped into the shower, pressed against the wall. And 'trapped' was the right word to use, for Sting has tied down Juvia by her wrists so that she wouldn't be able to touch him at all. She was glaring daggers at him, a frown that he found amusing set to reinforce her inner struggle, and he could practically hear her scream at him through her muggle. His proud smirk widened as he watched her struggle a little bit against the binds, her grumbles muffled. Sting had been thinking about this for a long while; tying that vixen to her spot while he would be ravaging her, driving her to a fever pitch until she finally begged him to take her in the most violent way they both had come to like. Addictive? Certainly. Rendering her powerless against his assault was even more exciting.
The blonde turned the hot water on first, then the cold water to create the perfect temperature – Sting had discovered that fucking Juvia made her literally boil and her magical powers would create hot steam around her body, a fact that the blonde Dragon Slayer had instantly loved. And those activities also had an effect on Sting, since he would always radiate light because of the heat and pleasure building up between their two bodies. There was once when Juvia had moaned the word 'beautiful' upon witnessing the phenomenom, dazed and awed. Although he'd been momentarily stunned, the compliment had pleased him. Strangely pleased him because it was Juvia and not another fling – if Lector were to ask him why it would please him if she found him beautiful, Sting probably wouldn't be able to answer that. Water immediately soaked their bodies as Sting leaned closer to press himself against the curvaceous Rain woman, his fingers and mouth and teeth already working their magic on her skin. She arched against him with a muffled moan of pleasure, her pelvis grinding against his in an insanely pleasant way, and he growled dangerously against her neck.
"Juvia, you enchanting little minx," Sting groaned huskily. He bit down harshly, making her squeal and squirm under his touch and ministrations. He chuckled darkly before kissing his way down on her body; his tongue licked, his teeth nipped and bit, his lips kissed, and she moaned through her muggle, bucked her hips a little when his fingers came to play with her legs. They lingered on the guild mark on her left tight, traced the symbol sensuously before both hands grabbed the toned legs tightly to spread them apart – damn, those legs. They were amazing.
"God," he breathed, eyes gleaming darkly as they stared hungrily at their treasure. The feral grin that emerged on his face was enough to send Juvia wild, uncontrolled goose bumps all over her soaked body.
He lunged, sucking and lapping, and he groaned at the heavenly taste on his tongue, at the muffled screams of pleasure coming out of Juvia's mouth. Wonderful.
Before that, Sting Eucliffe had no idea that cumming would harshly pull him back into the land of living; he quickly clamped his mouth shut to muffle the loud growl of pleasure that surely would have woken Lector up, jerked his body forward as the powerful orgasm washed over him and his head bumped against the wall behind him. The liquid shot out of the tip of his shaft, just like a waterfall, and Sting suddenly wished Juvia was there in his bathroom with him. At least she would have helped him with his carnal desire.
Panting and gasping for air he blinked slowly, still a bit dazed and his heart beating wildly in his chest. Making himself cum didn't feel as magnificent and wonderful as releasing himself inside a woman's pussy, he remarked silently as his grip on his member slackened considerably. But recalling that memory had greatly helped him to get off, because a submissive and tied down Juvia Lockser had been an enticing sight to marvel at. Her body writhing under his touch, her face scrunched up in pleasure and ecstasy whenever his tongue would hit a sensible spot, her hips bucking in his mouth because of the way his mouth and tongue would –
He roughly shook his head, wiping a bead of sweat off his brow. Recalling that particularly steaming moment would result in making him turned on once again and having to relieve himself all alone was just too frustrating. Too frustrating for his taste. "Damn, not a good time to get off," he muttered as he closed his eyes. He then took a good breath, stood on slightly shaky legs to clear the bathroom of the semen; the smell wasn't disgusting, not at all – it just didn't match the one mixed with Juvia's scent when she orgasmed under his assault. Once the room was clean he opened the window to let some fresh air in, pleased with the little breeze blowing in his blonde hair. The Dragon Slayer needed to cool off, he needed to do something before he actually thought about hunting down a certain bluenette and do some... very naughty things to her.
He smirked as he washed his hands. That would be really interesting to see if the blue-haired vixen would be excited to cross paths with him on a mission, but if Gajeel were to be with her as well, Sting was 100% sure that complications and a severe headache would follow suit – that darn Iron Dragon Slayer was damn smart and sharp when it came to his best friend and it wouldn't take him much time to figure out what was going on between him and Juvia. And the consequences would be painful. The blonde snickered to himself as he got out of the bathroom. Juvia was right: he did have a death wish.
"You seem in a good mood, Sting," Lector commented as he yawned after greeting him, blinking repeatedly. "Are you going to see Juvia-fairy today?"
His furry friend had always been good at reading him; ever since he told Lector of his 'relationship' with Juvia Lockser of Fairy Tail, the Exceed had proved to be very supportive – if not a little overexcited to know all the details, but Sting would keep silent about this. Even though he had become the master of Sabertooth for now, he was still aware that secrets were hard to keep unknown from everyone: Rogue would be the first one to hound him with disturbing questions about the woman he was seeing, since he was always extra careful to wash himself before nearing his partner – Dragon Slayers and their keen senses. That was a bit problematic sometimes.
Sting hummed. "Nah, not today," he sighed. He wouldn't be able to sit straight if he were to be in front of her, anyway; his body and mind would take over, his animalistic instincts stronger than his reason when lust washed over him, and Juvia would respond in kind.
"Aw, why not?" Lector whined, his tail falling flat on the mattress. "I wanted to see Juvia-fairy for once and get her to tell me how you two became...like this." The Exceed turned pink as he laughed awkwardly, both amused and sheepish at the same time.
The blonde made a confused face. "Wait, didn't I tell you how Juvia and I –"
"Ah, so you are bedding Juvia of the Great Sea," came a deep voice from the door, startling both friends. "Now that's big news, Sting. That also explains why you're always so careful to wash yourself so often. Smart move. But that does little to the smell of your arousal coming out of your bathroom."
Sting froze, stunned. No. How the hell did he know about his nights when he always made sure not to get caught with the blue-haired vixen? And he knew Juvia did the same thing around her guild mates, no one could smell him on her when her water body would immediately wash her skin, so how? He stalked toward the door, wrenched it open and glared at the slightly smug-looking Rogue, baring his fangs out. Frosch beamed when he saw Lector, running in to hug his other furry friend.
"What the hell, eavesdropping now?" He couldn't believe it. "Where's my privacy? Sheesh, I feel so violated!"
"It's not like I could just ignore everything that's happening to you, master," he sarcastically shot back, insisting on his partner's title with a raised eyebrow. Rogue ignored the blonde's snarl as he stepped into the apartment, calmly strode toward the couch and took a seat on it. "What's more important is the fact that you're getting more and more distracted, it's getting to the others. Yukino is even starting to think that you're sick or something."
Sting groaned under his breath, pinching the bridge of his nose. He was aware of being distracted, sometimes spacing out because Juvia kept popping in his mind even when he wasn't thinking about her – thus getting him aroused and hot in no time. That was a problem because it prevented him from concentrating on tasks and the stuff every guild master has to learn; that had started to happen right after their first night together, he couldn't get himself to leave on his own – Juvia had to force him to and even though she had said that, Sting could see the hesitation in her blue eyes. She hadn't wanted him to leave as well. The attraction between them had been instantaneous. Almost suffocating. He had felt a powerful pull toward the blue-haired Mage when he had kissed her lips, when his hands and hers had started roaming each other's body hungrily – when he had thrust inside her to feel himself explode in a myriad of incredible sensations. What had been more important and thrilling, according to Sting's opinion, was the very first mark he had landed on Juvia's neck when he was making her scream his name in pleasure: he had viciously licked and bitten the mark all over again through the whole tryst, eliciting Juvia's hungry, arousing moans and screams, making the Dragon Slayer lust for her even more.
The pull had grown stronger over the times they had slept together, becoming some sort of addiction Sting and Juvia were now attached to and weren't willing to let go – would they even consider letting go of each other? The blonde sneered, silently cursing. The idea itself was as ridiculous as forgetting his everlasting admiration toward Natsu Dragneel, for Juvia Lockser had become something akin to an obsession to Sting Eucliffe.
"I'll figure it out," he grunted to Rogue. For now, he needed to concentrate on something else before another erection captured his attention once more.
Rogue didn't bother to hide the smile on his face. "Did you even tell her? Because if you didn't, I'm ready to bet that she won't be delighted to find out the truth from someone else – like Gajeel-san for example."
The exclamation 'Damn!' and the groan that left Sting's lips gave the Shadow Dragon Slayer the answer that he dreaded and he chuckled silently, shaking his head. He might not know Juvia Lockser but from what Gajeel had told him about her, she was damn scary and unpredictable when angered. But she could be as sweet as a kitten as well.
"ACHOO! ACHOO! ACHOO! ACHOO! ACHOO! ACHOO! ACHOO!"
Gajeel and Panther Lily stared at the Rain woman, baffled – even though the former looked ready to pass out from his motion sickness. But still! It was rare to think that Juvia could get sick but, as the Iron Dragon Slayer put it simply, it was a possibility. But it was getting quite stupefying now; she had been sneezing non-stop for the past twenty minutes ever since they got onboard and she wasn't showing signs of stopping. When someone was going through a wild fit of sneezing in a long row, then it certainly meant that he or she was the subject of conversation of another person. It seemed like it was the case with Juvia.
Lily blinked, rubbed his eyes and decided to break the awkward situation. "Miss Juvia... are you alright?" he inquired.
Somehow she managed to shoot the Exceed a smile. "Juvia is – ACHOO! – fine. Sort of – ACHOO!"
Wrong answer. The Rain woman was certain she hadn't caught a cold recently (mostly because there was a sexy, blonde Dragon Slayer to keep her hot and steamy for long hours of sex. Horny bastard didn't know when to stop, always demanding for more. And she couldn't help but purr for more as well, already wet for him.), she didn't feel down because she would be away from Gray – all those intense and tiring feelings for the Ice Mage had faded shortly after the conclusion of the Eclipse nightmare, even though it had been the most difficult moment in her life as a Fairy Tail Mage because realizing that denial hurt more than actually believing that waiting patiently forever for an answer would be worth it – so what was wrong with this sneezing fit?
Gajeel snorted through his motion sickness, looking a bit sick. "Really? Sorry for not noticing with all your sneezing, we –" He suddenly stopped, red eyes widening and slapping a hand over his mouth to hold it together. But it didn't seem to work out in the way he wanted as he surged from his seat and bolted toward the restrooms. Juvia sweatdropped upon watching him worrily, itching to go this care but her sneezing all but prevented her from getting up. Lily just sighed, choosing to remain seated.
She pressed a tissue against her nose as she closed her eyes in annoyance, embarrassed. Who could be talking about her so much that she had to sneeze for the past twenty minutes? It couldn't be the Ice Mage, for she was sure he must be relishing in his peace and space now that she had stopped being stalkerish and overbearing – that had been unealthy both for him and for her, mostly for her part because she had realized she could ruin herself. So who the hell could be talking – or even thinking – about her right now? And it wasn't just the sneezing that bothered her – it was this very familiar sensation of being touched, caressed and intimately fingered and licked by a certain male who had been driving her to impossible orgasms. Juvia gritted her teeth, sensitively aware of the moisture gathering between her thighs. Even when he wasn't around Sting Eucliffe still had this positive effect on her, able to make her horny around her best friend.
This wasn't good. She crossed her long legs, opening her eyes to survey the wagoon; people around them were chatting among themselves, oblivious to one mage's struggle against her own urges. Her blue eyes wandered a little before landing on a couple seated not far away from where she was and her features twitched a little. What set her body ablaze, made her think about what Sting did to her when they got together at nights, was the boyfriend's hand discretly slipping inside his girlfriend's short – and. Inside. Her. Panties! – while looking completely innocent. Juvia's features twitched even more as she groaned, then sneezed one last time. That's it.
"Lily," she said, her voice a little constricted as she got up from her seat. "I'm going to the bathroom to refresh myself a little. If Gajeel-kun is still alive, that is..." she trailed off, a mischevious smile stretching her lips.
A growl sounded not far from her, making her smile wider despite her struggle. A large hand roughly landed on her blue locks, squeezed her head and Juvia squeaked, her arms flailing. "Rain woman, just go refresh yourself as you say so before I throw ya watery ass out of the train and go snag the reward all by myself. Tch!"
She was about to retort when his words echoed in her mind. Her heart missed a beat as she realized something. It wasn't just the words but the way he had pronounced them in that sarcastic tone of his when he knew that something was up with her. Juvia bit her lip, not even surprised but sheepish. Gajeel hadn't been oblivious, just like she had assumed and had told her blonde lover: he had actually found out. And he was certainly going to bitch about it. She quickly glanced at the Dragon Slayer as she passed by him, his red eyes drilling on her form, and she grasped the message behind his glare. 'We'll talk about it later.' he was silently saying, releasing his hold on her head. She nodded at him then scurried toward the bathroom, locking herself in.
Juvia exhaled loudly, her chest heaving and her cheeks flushed, then slammed her hands onto the wooden door. He knew, Gajeel knew! And since this was Gajeel Redfox, her best friend, he must have known for a very long time now – if Juvia wanted to be a little paranoid, she'd say that he's known since the very first night she and Sting slept together. His scent had mixed with hers, she knew it but since her body was mostly composed of water, her magic would wash the blonde Dragon Slayer's scent away from her. Juvia groaned as she leaned against the wall, still breathing hard. Damn, that was frustrating! Now she must think of ways to coerce Gajeel into keeping his brash mouth shut (she wasn't going to let him have more than half of the reward. Over her dead body.) because even if he were to shut the hell up, there was the slight possibility that something would slip past his lips should Levy ask about her whereabouts. And he would let the little bookworm – his sweet, little bookworm – know a dirty little secret about Juvia Lockser seeing a certain Dragon Slayer from Sabertooth. Levy would certainly tell Lucy, the blonde won't probably know how to resist Erza's insistance on the topic given her weak spirit against the knight's, and Cana...the always wasted Mage would have the guild informed even before the end of the day. Problems, problems. Sting and Juvia won't like the attention at all.
Damn! Even Mirajane will haunt me for days to know all the details. Fine. Later, she promised herself as one hand sneaked its way toward the center of her legs, past her now damp panties. The blue-haired woman whimpered in pleasure, eyes closed. She was already that wet just by thinking about Sting. The problem between her legs needed to be solved quickly before they reached their final destination. One finger entered her hot, throbbing core as her other hand quickly flew to her mouth to muffle the threatening, loud moan that would have escaped her lips. The sensation was burning, as incandescent as a flame but not as igniting as the soaring fire Sting always used to create himself. Still, Juvia needed this release. Now.
"Spread your legs," he demanded, his voice rough and seducing.
Juvia, who was lying flat on her back and completely exposed to him, did just that with a blush on her cheeks. She didn't miss the way his blue eyes darkened with desire, clouded with lust, and how his tongue came out to lick his lips in a lecherous way. Or the way his growl made her body tremble in hardly hidden excitement and lust.
It would seem that her body reacted to her memories and had a mind of its own; her legs spread apart to let her hand work inside her wet folds, fingers pumping in and out. She had done well to clamp a hand over her mouth, because she wasn't sure she could be silent through this – it was as if Sting was with her in the restrooms, leaning on the wall just behind her slightly squirming form and pleasuring her with his fingers instead. Juvia could almost feel his lips ghosting the back of her neck, trailing hot kisses towards the valley of her breasts before biting in the flesh with his canines. And as she began to buck her hips against her own hand, Juvia lost herself in a very steamy memory that had both brought them to an explosive orgasm.
Somehow, Juvia had known that Sting would be in Magnolia this day for some reasons – a mission or whatever the hell he was supposed to do with his partner. A tingle in her spine had made her shiver in giddy pleasure, already imagining what crazy things they would do once together, and she had unconsciously licked her lips before leaving the guild. He would know where to find her. He just had to follow the scent of her arousal.
Sting had cornered Juvia into a hot spring, where she had wanted to relax for a few hours. He had disposed of Lector, who had gone shopping with Rogue and Frosch, and had even arranged some story about having to take care of 'master business' should his friends run into Natsu and the whining blonde pom-pom girl (because there was a chance that the mighty Fire Dragon Slayer might ask where he was. Sting certainly didn't want a cockblocker between him and his delicious blue-haired lover or there would be hell to pay.). Sneaking into the female side of the onsen had been easy, since it was pretty late and almost everyone had gone home – Juvia had been practicing in the water, creating from a large waterfall to complex and yet deadly attacks. Sting had admired her not to far from her, a smirk on his face and eyes clouded with desire; her body movements were graceful and swift, the towel clung to all the curves he had spent many nights discovering and savouring with his hands and mouth. Once in her element, Juvia Lockser was this enchanting, bewitching Water Mage who had completely captured him under her spell – albeit innocently, but still: Sting wasn't going to let go of her.
Truly, he did know why he was always hunting her down. Yes, he knew.
His lips were on her neck before she could even sense him behind her and she jumped in his embrace, startled, but soon relaxed with a soft sigh. Her body, flushed against him right now and her ass wriggling against his groin, made him growl and his arms flashed, snaking around her semi-naked form. The previously controlled water dropped around them, splashing around but they actually didn't care, too enthralled in their own world. Sex in a hot spring? They should have tried that right after the Grand Magic Games!
"Mmmh... you sneaky, sneaky little dragon!" Juvia whispered in his ear, smiling. Her teeth came to play with the earlobe, earning her a shudder and another groan.
Sting chuckled, hands roaming her wet body. "Turn around and tell me that when my tongue will be guiding you toward the heavens," he retorted. His grin became feral when one of his hands met her wet folds, fingers slipping in to stroke in an insanely slow pace. The expected reaction pleased him as Juvia threw her head back, a throaty moan escaping her lips and her body trembling from his ministrations. His lips sucked on the mark on her neck – the only one that will always remain on her. "Or after I fucked you senseless, Darling. Either way, you'll be screaming my name." Then his canines sank down and bit. Hard. She cried out in pleasure, making Sting chuckle in dark triumph. "And I just happen to love the way you scream my name, Juvia." And Sting took her lips in a ferocious, harsh kiss, his other hand fondling a full, creamy breast.
The towel dropped from their bodies as the blonde yanked it, sinking into the hot water. And then he started to grind, his desire now too great to just ignore it.
Juvia's body arched against the wall, all muscles and nerves boiling from the heat and steam emanating from the Water Mage, the exploding sensation of her orgasm hitting her in full force. She moaned-screamed as she cummed hard, her fluid pouring out like small rain and trickling down her fingers like shiny diamonds. Juvia closed her dazed eyes, unable to remain standing as her legs gave out and she slid down to the floor, chest heaving to regain her breath. Her cheeks were flushed, something that the blonde Dragon Slayer had always been good at doing so.
Amazing. It was almost as if Sting had been with her, fingering her in the way she wanted to bring her to this shattering orgasm. Juvia could swear she had almost felt his presence against her although he wasn't physically here with her and, somehow, the feeling of not being able to touch him right now clung to her guts. What was that? Why was she craving for Sting's presence that badly to the point she wanted to be trapped in his arms and drown into his dragon-like warmth, where she somehow knew she would always feel at her place and at ease? That certainly wasn't how sex-friends were supposed to feel like; sex-friends would just relish in each other's company when they got together to fuck each other's brains out, they shouldn't be craving for their lover's presence at all cost because it would mean that feelings were blooming. Feelings were forbidden in a relationship such as Sting's and Juvia's. What the hell was wrong with her mind? And why did her heartbeat always quicken when Sting popped in her head, clouding her thoughts and erasing all the others?
"Does he know the answer to... that?" Juvia wondered out loud, her voice still a little bit breathless. Dark blue eyes opened slowly as she withdrew her hand, wet from her fluids.
A loud bang echoed on the door and she jumped, squeaking. "Stupid question. He does, Rain woman."
Gajeel Redfox really knew how to break peace with his rough voice. And to surprise when someone was just recovering from an orgasm. The blue-haired woman hastily got up from her spot, flustered and quick to use her magic to clean up the mess she had made. Then she'll drown the walking piece of iron for sneaking up on her like that! Juvia scowled, cheeks flushing in embarrassment and indignation. Just because he had a damn good nose didn't mean he had to smell her arousal as if it were just a common thing to do.
But didn't he say that –
"And I'm quite surprised he didn't tell you the first night he jumped your bones, or even the other times when you two rabbits got together to do the deed," Gajeel continued, sounding both disappointed and irritated for some reason she couldn't decipher. "That's the first thing he should have made crystal clear after marking you as his." When Juvia answered him by a shocked gasp he snickered, amused. "What, you thought I wouldn't know of your new 'hobby' with the cocky, blonde bastard from Sabertooth? I'm almost infuriated, Juvia."
The Water Mage, now refreshed and clean, whirled the restrooms door open to glare at the smug look of her best friend and his toothy grin. Although the shock didn't quite leave her it was now mixing with strong indignation, which is showed by the twitching eyebrows, the half-hearted snarl and the irritation blazing in her blue orbs.
"Now that's uncalled for, Gajeel!" she hissed as she crossed her arms over her chest, huffing. Nevertheless, she was still stunned about him finding out (and she had been the one to warn Sting that someone would inevitably find out about them – Gajeel, of course.). "How – just how did you –"
He snorted, cutting her off. "Later. This is our stop, so get your things and let's get out of this damn train before my sense of smell loses its accuracy because of your – oof!"
"I get it!" she silently hissed at him as she retracted her long leg after delivering him a swift kick in the stomach. Juvia was about to deliver another well-deserved kick into Gajeel's back when she remembered something really, really important and she dashed toward her things, feeling quite flustered. She nodded vigorously to Panther Lily, who was looking a bit dismayed and utterly confused by the sight of the Iron Dragon Slayer picking himself up, cursing the 'horny Rain woman'.
Walking with panties damp with fluid from an orgasm could be quite troublesome, especially if your companion had a sharp nose. Really.
"It's called mating," Gajeel revealed to one very focused and glaring Juvia Lockser. He had waited until they got into their hotel, got their rooms and had dinner to give her the explanations she wanted to know. "I won't explain how animals mate, you already know the basics." Translation: 'if you don't, then you're a bigger idiot than I thought.'. But he wouldn't voice this thought aloud, because facing Juvia's wrath once she was finally angered had been his first mistake when they had fought for the very first time. And since he knew she had trained a lot these past weeks, she would make him beg for mercy. "But since dragons still were animals back then, it applies to us as well because we could say we are... animalistic in our way. I remember Metallicana explaining what I would expect once I've matured." He blinked, falling silent for a few seconds, before picking up where he left. "He said that mating is a phase during which a dragon's instincts set on the one that would match it in domains it couldn't conquer and once the dragon finds its mate, it will automatically want to mark its mate as its sole and own territory. It's possessive and will. Not. Share." When his red eyes found Juvia's blue orbs he smirked, feeling mischevious. "Then comes the physical part, where I've noticed you've already been introduced to – nice job by the way, Rain woman!" he snickered triumphantly, rejoicing in witnessing his friend's embarrassment and flushed face.
Despite being horribly timid and embarrassed (because damn. She was having this conversation with Gajeel. Gajeel!) Juvia still managed to send him a harsh glare from her huddle position on her bed, silently daring him to taunt her. The Iron Dragon Slayer just snorted in laughter, amused to no end. The Exceed never wavered, though there was a small gleam in his eyes.
"Anyway, the marking is done during the mating. It's represented as teeth marks that would never fade on the mate's skin. Mating season naturally hits us Dragon Slayers once we've reached adulthood and it happens once in a lifetime, a period during which we absolutely don't want anyone to fuck up our mating because it's such a sacred ritual. The first time isn't usually gentle – it's brutal and passionate because of the desire we both feel. The attraction is almost painful and once the mating is done, there's a powerful and unbreakable bond between a Dragon Slayer and its mate." Gajeel turned toward Juvia, his eyes boring into hers. "Since you and Sting mated on your very first night together, I assume that he marked you?" When she nodded he strode toward her, tilting his head. "Show me."
Juvia felt a tad hesitant and immediately frowned. Gajeel may be her best friend but she felt a bit rebellious, which truly surprised her. Why should she show him her mark? Those teeth marks Sting created on her skin had grown to become intimate and personal for her, so intimate and personal that she always arranged herself to hide them from prying eyes – especially Cana. When Gajeel saw her torment and interpreted the frown marring her face he smirked proudly, crossing his arms over his muscled chest. Lily looked between the two friends, obviously missing something.
"What? What did I miss?" the Exceed inquired.
"Rain woman here is displaying her status as a Dragon Slayer's mate, Lily. When I asked – or rather demanded to see her mark, she didn't move at all and inwardly denied my request. That's good, because she only needs to answer to her mate and that's it. Besides," he added, slapping a hand on Juvia's head to bring her back to Earth. Dark blue eyes snapped up to him and narrowed. He only smirked even more. "the blonde Sabertooth will immediately know how you feel every damn second now that you've created the bond between you."
"What do you mean?" Juvia asked, confused.
"Remember that annoying sneezing fit you got earlier? Who do you think was thinking about you and feeling horny as hell?" Gajeel looked and sounded teasing, his smirk growing bigger if possible. When Juvia squeaked and hid her face behind her blue curls, flushing red, he lost it and burst into laughter. "That's another point of the bond between a Dragon Slayer and the mate: he'll feel your emotions, you'll feel his. You became one the night you two fucked and now that you're bound to him, there's no way you can escape it. Once it's done, it's done for the rest of your life. So there's no way you could even think about icicle Fullbuster, the blonde Sabertooth is your obsession as much as you're his. Sting will tear him apart for so much as eyeing your legs. There's no point in having romantic feelings for each other, this is for the weak and wimps. He'll give you a piece of his soul, binding you to him forever. So he can 'feel' for you, but you can't call that 'love' because it's so much deeper than this. Which reminds me..." His face sobered up and Gajeel became serious, looking down at Juvia.
She slowly peered up at him. "Hm?"
He hesitated and struggled with his words, somehow constricted in his throat. Weeks may have passed since that raging storm that had ravaged Magnolia, but Gajeel was still feeling disgusted at himself for not having been able to reach Juvia; she had been all alone for hours until she had calmed down, thus ending the storm and the thunderbolt. This had been the first time in years he hadn't been able to help her feel better and dry her tears and damn, that had hurt him deeply. The stripper bastard had been guilty for causing Juvia's sorrow – always the same shit – and that had happened after having mated with Sting Eucliffe; she must have realized that whatever bullshit she had been feeling for Gray Fullbuster couldn't compare to the pull connecting her to the White Dragon Slayer of Sabertooth, it just. Couldn't. Gajeel knew that Juvia was a soft-hearted woman behind the dark front she had put up during their Phantom days (the ultimate proof had been the gift he had offered her on her birthday. To say he had been shocked to see a genuine, joyous smile on her usually stony face had been a pitiful understatement.) and the fact that she had mustered great courage, patience and determination to get Gray's attention for years had enraged him. He had stopped counting the times when he had hunted down the Rain woman to cheer her up after being mostly ignored or denied, it had been too much.
Gajeel wouldn't voice it, but he had been utterly relieved to learn that Juvia was willing to move on; the 'self-therapy' she had put herself through was what she needed to get rid of whatever fucking affection she still had for the walking icicle, because that could have been really problematic: Dragon Slayers were incredibly possessive and territorial toward their mate, the simple idea of sharing was an outrage – unless one was so wanting to find himself beaten to death for hitting on one Dragon Slayer's mate. Sting Eucliffe would have skinned Gray Fullbuster alive should he had tried a move on Juvia. Literally speaking, since actions spoke louder than words. Loyalty was one of Juvia's best qualities, Gajeel knew that. He had observed her loyalty toward Gray over the years, constantly sticking with him. That was admirable. But now that he was certain that she'll remain by Sting's side forever, there was no point in worrying about the Rain woman: she'll be able to handle this shit.
Nonetheless, Gajeel still felt like a crappy friend – best friend – for not making up to her.
Lily seemed to understand the problem and was about to speak for him when there was a flash of blue and, before both could understand, Juvia was hugging the tall man with her face buried in his muscular chest. Red eyes widened slightly as they stared at the blue-haired woman in disbelief. His first reaction was trying to shove her away but he caught himself, allowing the Rain woman to hug with all her might. Because she needed this. Because he needed this as well – Gajeel needed to confirm that his absence from last time hadn't damaged their hardened friendship. So when he saw her smile reach her ears, he knew there was nothing to get worried about. Juvia had pardoned him before he knew it.
"You truly are the best, Gajeel-kun! Thanks for being here!"
Her smiles had always known how to make the guilt go away, he knew when her smiles spoke the truth or not. And this one he was looking at was speaking the truth. His smirk came back in full force, broad and as happy as Gajeel Redfox could be.
"Gihi, of course I am!" he boasted, his large hand falling back onto her head to ruffle the long, blue locks. "Who do you take me for?"
"An arrogant, walking piece of iron who knows too much about his best friend's whereabouts and activities than he knows about his own – how did you describe this again? – obsession toward his own mate?" Lily suggested lightly, as innocently as he could.
The effect was immediate: Gajeel whipped around to glare at the Exceed, whose amused smirk showed his amusement. "If only I could bash your head with a –"
"By the way..."
Both Lily and Gajeel could have easily ignored Juvia right now and continued their banter over her words, but the sudden and loud rumbling outside was the noise that brought them into a halt. Both the Dragon Slayer and the Exceed turned toward the windows just in time to witness bolts of lightning tearing the now cloudy, darkened sky; there wasn't any rain so Juvia definitely wasn't sad. Laxus wasn't here with them and although he could now affect the weather just like the Rain woman, the Lightning Mage was just too collected and aloof to allow some idiots to make him mad. So that only left –
Her smile. Though she was smiling, Gajeel noticed the very dark look in her eyes and the vein slowly building on her left temple. He froze, his mind whirling and searching for any possible escape for the next three hours or more. This was exactly why he just knew that he shouldn't have been the one to tell Juvia about mating (damn that Sabertooth Dragon Slayer! He did have fucking balls, didn't he?!), he knew she would eventually get upset about the whole ordeal. The storm that will hit this town will be freaking dangerous and if Gajeel hadn't mastered the way to handle his best friend after all these years of friendship, he would have run away a very long time ago.
"...you did say that our mission is to capture pirates that have been raiding towns, am I correct?" Gajeel carefully nodded. Juvia's smile seemed to grow and at the same time, the sky was being torn by dancing lightning and thunderclouds. "Then that must mean there's a high chance that their boats are anchored somewhere in Aqua bay. Good!" she 'happily' chirped as she clapped her hands together. "I could use some sport tonight. Thank you for being so helpful to enlighten me, Gajeel-kun. Juvia's feeling a little bit better."
The Iron Dragon Slayer chose to remain silent, staring and respectful. Now he knew he had to tread carefully around his best friend for at least the next three hours or more – and hell, he didn't have to turn toward Lily to guess that the Exceed was feeling very apprehensive about the upcoming events; facing the pirates would be an easy task for both mages and the warrior feline but somehow, after listening to Gajeel's explanations about her relationship with Sting Eucliffe, Lily hadn't expected Juvia to feel this angry because those thunderclouds looked quite dangerous – had Juvia performed an Unison Raid with Laxus Dryer lately? If she had, then one might question her sudden 'friendship' with the powerful S-Class Lightning Mage. Especially her mate from Sabertooth.
About the mission? There was a high chance that she would get loose and use all the new techniques she had mastered through her training. The Exceed couldn't help but glance worriedly at the dark sky, wondering what disaster might await their prey.
"I do not agree on doing this, this is proper violation of someone's privacy," Erza stated clearly, her arms crossed under her chest as she stared at a mischevious-looking Cana who sported a Cheshire cat grin, a fidgeting Lucy who looked as happy as a namazu and an innocent-looking Mirajane with the usual cheerful smile. "She won't like it and you all know that, so why persisting in discovering... what are you even expecting, anyway?"
Cana had successfully managed to get Mirajane, Lucy and Erza – the latter had been resistant as hell – to listen to her idea. A mad, risky idea that might get her on Juvia's blacklist for the next three months but the drunken mage was all the more determined to discover her close friend's secrets; learning that she had given up on Gray and moved on with her life had stunned Cana for a few moments. Lucy had been too starstruck on the idea of finally bonding with Juvia to actually care about the whole predicament and Erza... Erza was being herself: smiling contently while eating her strawberry cake, without a care for the world around her.
The four women stood together near Fairy Hills, assembled in a circle. While Mirajane and Lucy remained mostly silent during the 'discussion of plans', Cana was doing a stellar job at challenging the mighty Titania with her own determination (something she should be proud of!).
Plus: Cana Alberona was actually sober to achieve her mission!
"Something – anything!" she exclaimed passionately, still grinning. "While you always take pleasure in playing referee around, I'm almost positive that you'd like to know what's been on her mind as well, about as much as we do. C'mon, Erza: you can't deny a friend's request."
The scarlet-haired knight remained stern. "You're being very nosey, Cana. Why are you so stubborn on discovering whatever you want to find about Juvia's private life? She has given up on Gray and seems fine with that. And you two!" She admonished as she directed her accusing glare on the other two women. Only Lucy flinched and tensed, looking afraid for her life. Mirajane just kept smiling, not even fazed one bit. "May I inquire why you are willingly tagging along in the charade? Lucy? Mira?"
"Err... because I'm curious?" the Celestial Mage timidly answered, still fidgeting nervously under Erza's glare.
The white-haired takeover Mage chuckled. "Just like Lucy, I'm curious. Besides, Cana told me something quite interesting concerning our favorite Water Mage that definitely had me hooked until we discover a clue. You should hear this, Erza."
What could possibly shock Erza Scarlet even more than Juvia actually moving on?
"Spill it," she urged after a few seconds considering this.
Cana suddenly leaned toward the knight, her expression becoming even more mischevious and her Cheshire cat smile widening. Whatever it was that made the brunette this excited, it couldn't be good.
"Laxus. It's Laxus, Erza," she whispered-screamed excitingly. "He's been crashing at her place for quite some time now – I'm surprised you haven't noticed that at all, how did he get past you anyway?"
There were few things that could shake Titania Erza, very few. Natsu going on wild rampage somewhere during a mission was something she had grown accustomed to. Natsu vanquishing Jellal at the Tower of Heaven years ago was something else that had amazed her. Natsu taking care of the Twin Dragons, Sting Eucliffe and Rogue Cheney, all by himself had been incredible as well. That was Natsu Dragneel after all, this Dragon Slayer would only manage to surprise everyone. But Laxus. And Juvia. In her apartment. Erza's brain seemed to have definitely frozen on that thought, as crazy and inconceivable as it was; the stern look faded from her face to show a blank, stony face while Lucy expressed herself in a more explicit way.
"What?!" she shrieked, shocked. "Laxus? Our Laxus? W-w-with Juvia?"
Cana shot her an annoyed look. "Oi, oi, now who said he's screwing her? You might want to hold your horses and stop that crazed imagination of yours, you're writing too much. Sheesh, it looks like Levy's getting to you even more than I originally thought."
"Well," Mirajane chirped in, a twinkle in her enchanting blue eyes and an excited grin widening on her lips. "we don't know that for sure: Laxus and Juvia are an unlikely pair, they rarely talked to each other before the Grand Magic Games. I think something must have happened between them, but what? That I don't know." She sighed in disappointment. "She left with Gajeel before we could tease her about it and they won't be back until Saturday."
"I know exactly what we should do!" Cana pointed at the blonde Celestial Mage with a wicked grin. "Since I'm sober and clear, he won't even let me approach him and will immediately get suspicious. Sorry for having to sacrifice you in order to find out Juvia's dirty little secrets, but we need a bait. And guess what, Luce: you're the perfect bait!"
"Do you want me to get shocked!?" Lucy was scandalized, wide-eyed. "We're not even close friends like he seems to be with Juvia, he'll fry me to a crisp!"
"Laxus ain't crazed anymore, you won't die... you'll just get shocked, is all."
"That's the point, Cana!"
"Stop talking!" Three sets of eyes turned toward the red-haired woman, whose brown eyes were shadowed by her bangs. "So Juvia... has been 'seeing' Laxus for some time, is that correct?" Cana made a sound of agreement, followed by a 'wonder if they're really screwing...' that Erza didn't bother scold. She took a huge breath, then raised her head to look at the three women. Her eyes were hard. "This is a serious matter here: no one else has to know about this. You won't talk about it to anyone except each girl in this group right now – no one. Else. Is that understood?" When they all nodded, Erza turned toward Cana. "I hope you seriously know how to lockpick a door, Cana. Wouldn't want your astounding drunken mind to black out on us even if you claim to be sober."
The brunette threw her head back as she laughed, pumping her fist in the air triumphantly. "Atta girl!"
No, she wasn't going to get back at Erza for doubting her abilities as a 'burglar'. She wasn't suicidal. Not at all. It was just the rush of adrenaline coursing through her veins. And the scheming women were so obviously excited by their plans that they had failed to notice one speck of a white coat near them, its owner sporting a strange expression on his face.
It almost looked like night had fallen quicker than Maverick Roarshor originally thought in this part of Ishgar; the sky was completely covered in very dark, thick clouds and he could hear the rumbling of thunder not far from his location. The pirate captain cursed, scowling. A storm, a very nasty one, was going to pour some hell and shit all night. Maverick growled loudly as he stood up from his seat, his eyes wandering toward the town. Something powerful is coming this way, he thought. It wasn't just a storm, he knew it as a skilled navigator himself: whatever the hell was heading this way couldn't be natural. Not with these thunderclouds hovering over his head like this!
Pearl City had sparkled his attention weeks ago when he had heard rumors about cargos filled with splendid pearls that had the most beautiful colours ever seen – a nice jackpot that could make him rich, since life at sea was rough all the time. He and his whole crew hadn't been disappointed at all, there were cargos full of pearls stuffed into the basement of the city hall. The raid alone had been a success and they had been ready to leave Pearl City when news of other cargos were to be discharged here.
"My, how lucky we are!" he had exclaimed back then, the greedy pirate in him beating the reasonable and careful one.
And they had stayed for days. Cruel mistake. Maverick was no fool, he could sense danger sometimes quicker than he could feel the atmospheric pressure change when sailing the seas; if guilds had sent some mages to take care of them, then he would be expecting some sport very soon. Now that would be refreshing for all of them, since his fleet was composed of five warships with more than a hundred men at his command, all ready to fight and shed some blood. They've been itching to fight lately, always brawling with each other and shouting crap almost every day. Fucking headaches would render Maverick quite restless and snappy, which didn't fit him as both the captain and navigator of his crew. The navigator always had to remain calm –
"Captain, look!" one of his men exclaimed, pointing at something above the mast.
– when sailing the seas and especially when they should be expecting some action. "What?" he spat irritatingly, raising his head to look at what they were pointing at.
Maverick found himself stunned at the sight of a woman hanging on a hook of the mast by one hand and he gaped, speechless. Nonetheless, he couldn't help but describe her attire and looks: he had encountered many women during his travels but none had looked as appealing and delicious as this one right here. Her long, blue locks flew around her as there was a somewhat wild breeze blowing. She was wearing a sleeveless, baby blue turtleneck that also served as a dress and clung to a very curvaceous and mouth-watering body – Maverick couldn't tell his men to shut the hell up at his men whistling at the sexiness she was blatantly giving them because he was ogling her long, toned and slender legs himself. Knee-length black boots with heels covered the breath-taking sight that Maverick Roarshor was so used to with the flings he's had before sailing here. From his position he couldn't see any guild mark, not on her exposed arms and thighs but again, she was positioned in a way so that he wouldn't see everything.
But two questions remained.
"How the hell did that chick get up there without us noticing?" the captain's first mate wondered.
"And why... is she looking at us as if she wanted to skin us alive?" another croaked, uneasy. Maverick could tell, without even looking at him, that he was pissing his pants.
And he definitely could understand why: the blue-haired was indeed staring at them with the fiercest look Maverick had ever seen on a woman – and gods, that was such a turn on. Her dark blue eyes were drilling holes into each pirate's skull, certainly counting them, before they landed on him and the captain blinked, silently inquiring. What was the sexy lady up to? Was she trying to pull a prank or something? Her free arm raised slowly from her side – a very graceful movement that Maverick couldn't help but admire – and pointed toward the sky. Confused and certainly intrigued, all heads followed suit and looked above them.
The pirate captain's grey eyes widened in disbelief. "W-what in the world?" He couldn't believe his eyes.
There was a large – a insanely large – bubble of water floating above the ship. If he squinted his eyes, Maverick could notice small drops of water raising from the sea itself and uniting with the monster bubble, as if gravity was working around them all and playing with the elements. It wasn't just that, Maverick suddenly noted that the water also seemed deeply perturbed: it moved brutally around the fleet, rocking the ships in a dangerous way that would make someone from his crew fall. He gripped the railing with gritted teeth, realization dawning on him like a powerful hammer: one, the blue-haired beauty was a mage and – damn, Fate was a great bitch to him on this one! – a powerful one as he know sensed great magic swirling dangerously around the bay. Two, she was a Water Mage and since they were on water –
"Damn!" Maverick cursed as he unsheathed his sword. "Guys, draw your swords and expect to fight! She can't be alone!"
There was a loud roar as everyone drew their swords, excitement filling the air despite the storm. A battle with a Water Mage was suicide, especially if she was a powerful one, but where would be the fun if pirates were to cower and back off like chickens? Maverick Roarshor smirked widely as he locked eyes with the stranger on his ship, falling into his attacking stance.
"You're picking a fight with the wrong pirate crew, love!" he snarled to her. "How about you come down here and we dance together, hm?"
A rude, yet convincing invitation that always excited ladies whenever Maverick hit on them. She slightly tilted her head on the side, contemplating. Then narrowed her eyes, her ire seemingly increasing.
"Bubble Shot!" was all she said.
The pirate captain first felt a slight burn on the left side of his face, just bellow his eye before hearing the sound of broken wood right beside him, stopping him dead on his tracks. Maverick felt his eyes widen in surprise despite himself as he slowly, slowly turned his head to see what the hell had nearly shot him and he was welcomed by the sight of a hole in the wooden deck just inches away from his position. The hole had a round shape like a sphere, the size of a hand. His heart missed a beat as he realized something and he began to sweat. He hadn't been able to see that, he hadn't been able to decipher what in the world had sliced his skin (because it was bleeding from the cut.), it had flown at a frightening speed. Had he been on the trajectory of whatever the devil that created that hole on his deck, he would have been right in the face and maybe could have died on the spot!
"Whoa, what the fuck –" Flynn, his first mate, started to yell in shock.
Juvia merely drew her arm down, formed a sign with her hand as if she was holding a gun and grinned malevolently at her prey.
"Infinity Bubble Shot!"
Her attack rained on the pirates at a frightening speed, which delighted her – so her training wasn't in vain after all! Watching them run around like headless chickens, jump like frogs and scurry away from the deadly shots was even amusing but what really thrilled Juvia was the power of her Infinity Bubble Shot: while it truly looked like rain, the bubbles inflicted real damage to the ship as she could hear multiple cracks from the broken deck. Some of her bubbles fell upon her but since she was made of water, they just flew past her and continued their road down to either shoot a pirate or damage the ship. The Water Mage smiled in spite of her anger, satisfied.
The large water bubble she had created finally ran out of her element and Juvia, feeling like punching something instead of only using magic before the main ship sank from her Infinity Bubble Shot, shifted her weight to her legs onto the mast and shot herself down. She felt the rush of adrenaline running through her veins, sending her incredible jolts of unknown excitement she had never felt before – had it always escaped her ever since she started liking Gray? Because it was just fantastic! She spun in the air thrice and then, when she knew she was about to crash into a pirate, drew one leg to send a powerful kick in the face (before making contact, she concentrated her magic to two parts of her body – her legs – just like she had done so for weeks prior to this job request). The impact made the pirate fly back but before he could be sent away, those who had recovered from the first move witnessed the horrible and frightening effect of that magical kick; his body instantly dried, rendering the body skinny and bony. The skin lost its original colour, becoming dark and all sickly. As if all the water had been sucked out of him.
Juvia didn't dwell on this and carried on. "Royal Drain!" she sang as she gracefully and fluidly kicked another pirate with the same technique, her body leaping way too quickly for anyone to react.
She needed to be quick; the noises the Water Mage could hear didn't sound too good. The ship was going to sink anytime soon, taking the pirates down with it. Juvia landed a well-rounded kick on a man's side, absorbing the water in his body, flipped onto her hands to spin around herself quickly to kick a group of thugs who had tried to corner her. Each time she landed onto the broken deck, the wood cracked and complained from all the fighting. The last move had the last pirate standing sent into the mast, all dried up and terribly weakened, then she whipped around toward the closest ship from captain Maverick Roarshor's fleet. More, there still were more of them.
She ran toward the railing, jumped nimbly on it and took a deep breath. Breathe in, breathe out. Then she bent the water to ther will to reach her next preys, the air blowing in her hair.
"Shoot that bitch!" she heard someone scream.
Even before Juvia could react there was a black blurr shooting past her, aiming toward the ship. She heard a very familiar laugh as the 'black blurr' prepared his own attack. He crashed onto the deck, breaking the circle of pirates that had gathered around to shoot the Water Mage.
"Go maim the other ships, Stormbringer!" Gajeel roared, a wild toothy grin lighting up his face and expressing his joy at bringing chaos to the pirates. "There's enough fish for the three of us."
Stormbringer. Juvia giggled and smiled widely as she nimbly jumped on the other ship, already scaring the underlings. Now that was a nickname she could grow to love, even better than Juvia of the Great Sea. Stormbringer. She landed gracefully on the deck before three pirates, water swirling around her as if she was summoning a whirlpool.
"Thank you for this dance, captain Maverick Roarshor," Juvia declared, eyes sparkling. "It was excellent and releasing, you truly know how to deflate a woman's anger. You may stop smirking, gentlemen."
The pirates, despite quivering in fear before the mage, still attempted to land a hit on her.
On this day, Pearl City could witness the biggest stream of water shooting up toward the sky from Aqua Bay they had ever seen. And since this was a premiere, all the citizens could feel was awe and amazement; the phenomenom was just incredible, far too alien and mesmerizing to be of natural cause. It almost looked like a gigantic waterspout – a gigantic waterspout that looked so magical.
Stormbringer. Gajeel was right: it fitted her very nicely. And her Drill Waterspout had worked quite well.
Author's Note 1: Woho! Thank you so much for all your reviews, to all who favorited and followed my story. It's like drugs. And I'll just feed you with more chapters of Your Burning, Beautiful Light as long as you tell me your opinions about the story. Thank you, once again!
Author's Note 2: True, her obsession with Gray Fullbuster is frustrating. Especially when she's such a powerful mage that could become even more awesome with the magic she uses – water! Do you know what you can do with water?! Almost everything! In One Piece, there's a high chance that Juvia Lockser could have become an incredible, nearly invincible pirate. She could have become friends with Boa Hancock – let's be crazy and think that Juvia had joined the Seven Warlords. What do you think?
Next Chapter: Misguided.