Chapter 1

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The guildhall bustled with activity on a stormy afternoon as the Fairytail members welcomed back Natsu, Lucy, Gray, and Erza, on yet another successful mission.
"Excellent work, my children!" Makarov congratulated the team.
"Psh, it was nothin'" Natsu grinned. Erza and Lucy shared a look. As soon as they'd met their last enemy, Natsu had jumped headfirst into a trap and nearly got himself killed. Lucy, with the help of Erza and Happy especially, managed to save him.
"Next time make sure that you don't almost get yourself killed," Gray finally chimed in. While Lucy and Erza released Natsu from his trap, Gray distracted their enemy.
Natsu glared at him, "YOU THINK I ALMOST GOT MYSELF KILLED?! WELL YOU SHOULD HAVE SENSED THE WARNING SIGNS CONSIDERING IT WAS AN ICE MAGE AND THAT CELESTIAL SPIRIT MAGE AND-"
Gray tuned out Natsu's rant. Though for the majority of the time, he couldn't stand Natsu's antics, he had to admit that seeing him lying almost dead in somebody else's ice trap made him uncomfortable. Gray felt a hand on his shoulder and turned around.
"Hey, Gray," it was Lucy," I wanted to thank you, for helping Natsu as much as you did. I know you two aren't really close but.." She looked like she had something else to say, Gray noticed. Her cheeks started to turn pink and he combed his mind for an appropriate response. "Hey, even though that dragonslayer is a nuisance, he's still family, and-"
"Gray." She interrupted
He stopped mid-sentence, "What?"
She shut her eyes and her soon her whole face was cherry red, she pointed at his chest, "Your clothes.."
"What? AH!" Gray scrambled around the guildhall in search of his clothes. Will this habit ever cease?! He asked himself furiously. Soon, everyone in the guild was laughing. Even Lucy joined in.
"I guess you'll never find your clothes." Natsu teased, "It must be burnin' you up that not only have you stripped, again, but now you've managed to lose your outfit!" He howled in laughter.
Gray's face turned from a panicked frown to a completely expressionless slate. He shot an icy glare at Natsu.
"You didn't.."
Natsu laughed harder, "Well..."
"Why I ought to-"
Anything else spoken what muffled by punches to the stomach, blows to the face and kicks to the groin.

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