The car ride, or rather, the limo ride to the employers house was completed with an awkward silence. Gray and Lyon sat side by side whilst Lucy and a very motion sick Natsu sat across from them. Lucy tried several times with useless, everyday chatter and the albino, deciding to play nice with their client, spoke nonchalenately with her several times, however the raven was hardly in the mood to speak. In fact, he spent the majority of the time with his gaze directly outside, his cobalt eyes narrowed as he tried desperately not to pay the groaning male before him any heed. Truly, it seemed the boy's severe motion sickness hadn't diminished in the slightest after all these years. A part of him even enjoyed seeing the fighter in such a disheveled state.

Years ago he may have felt a pang of pity for the poor pinkette, however now he couldn't care less. The more sadist part of the ice maker felt as though the so called dragon slayer deserved to be in pain, but at the same time the more gentler side reprimanded him for his rude thoughts. Unforunately, the latter side wasn't nearly as influential as the former.

Glancing over at the blonde and his comrade, the dark blue haired young adult could vaguely determine that Lucy was informing them as to what their job was. He paid it no mind, knowing that Lyon would explain it to him once they arrived at their place of temporary residency. At the moment he was just counting down the moments until he could gain some distance between him and the damned salamander.

The salamander, on the other hand, continued his steady gaze on the blackette, who seemed to be trying his hardest to advert his view away. Natsu wasn't sure why, but the other male seemed to really hate him. He couldn't help but wonder what he could have ever done to make a complete stranger dislike him so much.

Complete stranger…. No, that didn't sound right… He was almost certain that this male was an individual that he had met prior. Where exactly, he didn't know.

Perhaps he was a past enemy of his that he had beaten during a fight? The shorter ice maker certainly seemed to have the body of a fighter. Both sculptors did, actually. With that thought he felt as though he was a step closer to deciphering where exactly he had met this man before, but he knew that he still hadn't fully discovered his relationship with him.

A particulary gruesome wave of nausea spread through his body like wildfire, causing his thoughts to cease imeediately in favor of focusing on the urge to not throw up.

"Gaahh…"

With a groan the pink haired male rolled off the seat and onto the floor, not surprised to find that even though he was now laying down, he still didn't feel any better.

"Oh, Natsu…" Lucy sighed, her irritability obvious in her tone, "Don't throw up on me or the guests, you hear that?"

"Yeah, yeah…" He grumbled, turning his head to stare absently at a black pant leg.

It seemed as though he had landed on one of the cilent's shoes but even knowing that he made no sign of moving. For some reason the ache wrecking through his stomach managed to subdue greatly . Subconciously, he snuggled closer to the forigen foot, unaware that the owner of the appendage was glaring daggers at him.

Said male clenched his teeth and resisted the ever growing urge to kick the MMA fighter out of the vehicle. If that bastard was to so much as breath the wrong way on his foot than his patience would no doubt shatter and they would soon find out whether or not this little dragon slayer could fly.

"I apologize for him," The only female said, catching Gray's attention as she sent him a small apologetic smile, "He gets motion sick really easily, but I promise that he is a much better person when hes calm and not about to throw up on you…."

"I doubt that." The raven muttered under his breath.

"What was that?"

"I said I'm sure he is."

Resisting the urge to snicker, the shorter of the two cilents carelessly nudged the pinkette's head, smiling smugly at the pained groan that rose from the now green faced male on the ground. This rreally was too great.

However, unfortunately for Gray, he was unable to continue antagonizing the dragon slayer, for within a few more moments the large black limo came to a halt and a male with white hair and pale skin opened the car door.

"Thank you Capricorn." Lucy smiled, gracefully accepting the servant's hand as he assisted her from the car.

"Of couse, Lady Lucy." Turning back around, the limo driver reached in, excusing himself , before grabbing hold of the still sick looking salamander and pulled him from the car, thus allowing the two white skinned males to exit as well.

Gray watched wordlessly as the tall man set Natsu down on the ground before bowing slightly to the blonde.

"Is that all, Lady?"

Smiling the brown eyed girl nodded,

"Yes, thank you. I'll call you when I want you to come pick me up."

"Of course." With one final respectful bow, Capricorn filed back into the black vehile and drove away, leaving the 4 young adults to marvel at the large manor looming before them.

"Welcome to the Dragneel mansion." The cipher female introduced as she began walking towards the mansion before hesitating a moment, "Er… I'm really sorry to ask, but do one of you mind helping Natsu in? It usually takes him a little bit to get better after a long time in anything that moves…"

"You heard her, Gray, get to it." Lyon smirked, taking both his and the raven's bags before following Lucy up the grand steps that led to the house.

"Wait, why the hell do I have to help this bastard?!" He demanded, his fists clenching at his sides as he glared a hole into his comrade's back.

Letting out a low laugh, the albino glanced slightly over his shoulder,

"He seemed more keen on studying you during the ride than me, so be useful and bring him in, huh?"

Before the youngest male could protest further the white haired man had already disappeared past the marble front doors, leaving him alone with a still groggy salamander.

"Damn you, Lyon…" He growled lowly under his breath as he stared angerly down at the crumbled form of the pinkette. Honestly, could he look any more pathetic? The jackass could come inside by himself for all he cared.

However, he didn't want to anger the sweet Lucy, so he swallowed his arguments and reached down, awkwardly wrapping his arm around the other's warm body before pulling him into a standing postion. From there he wrapped the other's tan arm around his shoulders and laced his own arm around the slayer's waist.

"Ah, dammit, Natsu, can't you help at all..?"

"S…Sorrry." The salamander mumbled, leaning further against the helping boy in order to maintain the little balance he somehow pocessed. At the moment his stomach was still performing backflips and his legs felt like jelly, but for some rreason the others presence seemed to slowly help edge the pain away. It was odd, really.

"You, know, you smell good…"

"What the hell? Don't smell me, just stand up."

"But you do smell good," He insisted, pressing his tan nose against the others chest, "You smell... kind of familiar... Have we met before?"

"No." The raven replied swiftly, his gaze drifting forward as he relied in a low voice, "I haven't been here in a long time..."

"What did you say your name was again, ice prick?"
He rolled his eyes,

"I didn't."

"Oi, then tell me, would ya? I'm getting tired of calling you ice prick."

Gray paused for a moment before walking forward, forcesfully pulling the still sickly pinkette with him. Thus far it seemed as though his and Lyon's identities were mysteries here in Fiore. From what he gathered everyone in this area knew of the so called 'ice boys', however what they looked like and their true names were unknown.

He supposed that it was only in Isvan that everyone knew their names, which actually served to work for the ice maker. Natsu didn't seem to remember him and he wanted to keep it that way. Magnolia was the place in which the demons of his past thrived and quite frankly he had neither the urge nor the courage to deal with what he left behind all those years ago.

"Silver," He quickly made up, mentally smacking himself for coming up with such a ridiculous and smiliar name, but continued with it none the less, "Silver Surge."

"Silver Surge...?" Natsu blinked, the color in his face slowly returning as they continued their slow walk towards the large marble mansion before them, "Huh, you kinda remind me of someone else... You are sure we haven't met before...?"

The dark blue haired youth gritted his teeth and looked down at the ground, his bangs sheilding his eyes as he replied firmly,

"Enough with that question. I've already told you we haven't."

"You're moody." Natsu pouted, his breathing returning to normal as his nausea all but diappeared, however he remained leaning against the male, "It's just a question, droopy eyes, don't take it so hard."

"Shut up squinty eyes."

Green eyes blinked for a moment before the pink haired man let out a low chuckle, earning him a questioning look from the shorter male,

"And what the hell is so funny?"

"I haven't met someone so fiesty in a long time, bastard. Not many have the nerve to insult me."
The bluenette shrugged slightly and stopped just short of the door,

"Then you've only met cowards. I don't take shit, especially not from you, hot head."
"I've noticed, ice princess."

"Don't call me that, idiot. I'm not a girl."

Gray unlatched his arm from around the taller male and stepped aside before crossing his arms, his previous slightly lighthearted attitude dispersed as he remembered just who he was chatting with. He hadn't heard that nickname for several years...

"You look fine now. I'm going to go find Lyon..."

Without allowing the fighter a moment to respond, the raven stalked away from the curious pinkette, his signature sword necklace glinting as he turned, causing Natsu to hold his breath for a moment. The dragon slayer hadn't even noticed the raven wearing that prior. He guessed that it was because it had been hidden under the raven's white shirt.

No... It couldn't be...

He watched silently as the ice sculptor walked across the foyer and down the nearest hall, allowing himself a mere moment to wonder if he even knew where he was going before focusing on the one thought that kept circulating through his mind.

That necklace... He could recognize it anywhere and just the sight of it caused his heart to clench as a series of memories returned to him.

Subconciously the pink haired MMA fighter steadied himself by leaning on the door frame, his vision downcast as his bangs covered his eyes.

"Silver Surge, was it?" He mocked, his voice dry and irritated, "What a silly name."

That peice of jewery... There was only one person in the world that could ever own that. After all, it was Natsu himself that had crafted it for his best friend all those years ago. It belonged to the one boy that he had believed to have died along with his parents seven years prior.

Yes, it had to be him... He was one of the few that ever actually pushed him to to his limits while fighting, the one that he had loved before he even knew what love was. He survived...

"So Silver Surge, or, should I say, Gray Fullbuster. You've become a liar, have you...? But why...?"

Why was he pretending as though he didn't know him? He even went so far as to pretend as though he was another individual...

He felt the anger within him surge at that thought. What the hell was that assholes problem? He went and disappeared for seven years and then came back, acting as though he had never met him before?

"You want to play, huh, Gray? I don't know what the hell your deal is, but you're on."

There we are~ Here's a few side notes I wanted to add about the name Silver Surge. Surge was the last name of Edolas Gray and Silver is from the newest chapters of the manga (however I still haven't read it, or even finished the anime for that matter).

Yeah, I know, the name is stupid, but I don't feel like making something complex up.

Thanks for reading~