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~ Bold means yelling!

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Nanny Niji P.O.V

Juvia Lockser was many things. Bubbly. Beautiful. Kind. Free spirited. Rambunctious. Fun. Happy. But gloomy?

No, never.

And yet here she stood before my aged, tired eyes, staring into the rain, not a sign of anything remotely akin to who I knew her to be. No the girl who stood before me had a face carved from stone and eyes made from shards of ice.

She was the rain woman...

The rain suddenly thundered down harder, matching her emotions. She didn't speak as she stared lifelessly into the cold, black night that looked like a void of rain and darkness.

I stood back and stared in unease through the window before taking a deep breath for courage and finally making my way out the front door and onto the porch. I shivered and wrapped my shawl tighter over my thin old shoulders.

"Drip, drip, drop." Her dead voice traveled through the rain all the way to me. The sound brought a sudden aching chill into my heart.

"Juvia, dear?" My voice was mellow and soft.

"Yes, Nanny Niji?" Her mouth opened and spoke but it wasn't Juvia. No, this was a girl whose voice held no warmth. No, this was a girl who looked broken beyond repair.

"Tell me what troubles you darling."

"I cant. I apologize if you are worried." My lips began to tremble. My eyes began to sting and feel warm as water filled them.

"Do you not trust me?" She had never withheld from telling me anything, so why now?

"Of course I do Nanny Niji. I trust you more than my own father." For the first time since their conversation had began Juvia turned and looked at me. Slowly her hard façade broke and her eyes began to fill with tears. In one quick motion Juvia threw her arms around me and began to cry.

"Juvia, my darling what's wrong? Please tell me." As I spoke I began to run my shaky hands through her blue locks.

"Father has finally done it. He finally won. I'm leaving." My eyes widened in and I drew in a sharp gasp. I pulled back in surprise holding her at arms length.

"What do you mean leaving?" My eyes searched her face in question.

"Father has arranged my marriage to Lord Silver Fullbuster's son. I'm getting married this Sunday and by nightfall I will no longer live here but with his son. Nanny Niji, he's sending me away, and marrying me off to some man that I don't know." Her eyes were blurry with tears as her chest began to violently shake and lightning flashed across the sky.

Gray's P.O.V

'Wow, ignore me for eighteen years and then on the one day I actually have plans, its 'come to my office I have to discuss a matter of importance with you, Gray,' I thought to myself in annoyance as I made the long trudge towards fathers office. 'Well, silver lining, I can postpone my meeting with Magnolia's biggest idiot for a while.' As my thoughts changed a mental image popped into my head.

Pink hair. Dopey grin. No brain. Yep a perfect description of my best friend.

I let out a sigh as I continue walking towards my fathers office, I would rather be with him any day over my father.

The walls seemed endless and I gave a tired sigh once I finally reached the large oak doors that were the entrance to his study. Standing outside was the head butler Macao with his hands behind his back and a blank expression on his face. Just as I was about to enter Macao put his hand up in front of me. I shot him a sharp gaze before raising my eyebrows.

"I'm sorry master Gray, but I must announce every visitor that wants to speak to Lord Silver." I scoffed at his remark and rolled my eyes while crossing my arms.

"Whatever, get on with it." I said as I jutted my chin towards the doors. 'Overkill much?' He nodded before knocking three times, the sound resonated through out the empty hallways. Both Macao and I stood silently waiting for my fathers reply.

Soon enough we heard his rough summoning. Macao slowly opened the door, the door whined in protest and the sound only added to my anxiety.

"Lord Silver, master Gray is here to see you." Macao spoke from the doorway with a bow.

"Ah yes, please allow him to enter. Thank you Macao."

"Of course sir." With a resounding bang the door slammed to a close.

The tension in the room was thick. I was avoiding his gaze and instead focused my gaze on a picture of my step-mother and step-sister Ur and Ultear. They were smiling from their place on the marble bench from our gardens.

"Please Gray, have a seat." His voice was cold and devoid of emotion. I stiffly made my way over to one of his large leather brown chairs.

"Gray, you turned eighteen over a month ago and are in fact legally old enough to own your own Estate." My gaze quickly snapped up to meet his. 'I've been eighteen for six weeks and he's already trying to get rid of me!' I thought distastefully with a scowl.

"Yes sir." I said instead of what I really wanted to.

"Gray by this Friday you will be living in the Estate that we have been saving for you since your birth, after you have settled in I will allow you to return home for a visit" My jaw dropped and as I temporarily forgot my six years of military school I stood up from my seat and slammed my hands down on his desk.

"Why are you doing this, I just got home four weeks ago from military school! I haven't seen Ultear or mom in years and now your telling that I'm on my own and I cant see mom or Ultear for what could be months!" My voice was rough as I shouted at my father.

"Watch yourself when you speak to me boy, don't forget your place in this house!" By this point in the conversation we were both shouting at each other. No doubt Macao could hear us from his post outside in the hallway.

"What does it matter, in two days I wont be a part of this house! Why not get into the habit of speaking my mind whenever and however I want to!"

"Will you speak this way to your wife as well?!" His question momentarily caught me off guard.

"No, mother taught me to respect all women , and when the day comes that I get married I will respect her. Unlike how you treat mother!" As I yelled back at him his face began to turn red from my harsh words.

"Oh yeah? Ill hold you to that after the wedding on Sunday!" His voice turned hard and his eyes held a challenge. My breathing faltered and for the first time since our conversation, I became silent. Slowly my eyes narrowed as pure rage filled my veins.

"What the hell did you just say?!" My voice ground out in a growl. Frost was beginning to leak out of my hands and onto his desk, spreading like a spider web.

"This Sunday, in just four days time you will be married! And you have no way out of it!" His voice held superiority. It pissed me off. In blind rage I threw off everything off his desk with a swoop of my hands. I walked backwards my hands fisting in my hair, my breathing was shallow.

"Has it sunk in yet son? Its time to grow up Gray!" His voice had returned to normal and yet his eyes were still flashing.

"Don't bother coming to the wedding." Was my last reply as I stalked out of his office slamming the door after me with a swift slip of my right hand.

My loud foot steps were the only thing that could be heard in the unsettling silence, and with each step I left a imprint of my foot steps with a layer of ice on the floor.