Lucy Heartfillia and her three friends were dragged into the world of businessmen and mafias about a year ago by Sting Eucliffe and Rogue Cheney aka 'The Twin Dragons'. The two men bought Lucy along with her friends at an auction and the four of the...
In Fairytail, I headcanon that Juvia writes in a journal. So, if the writing is in italics, you're reading Juvia's journal.
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I believe it's been about three days since the auction, and I miss Erza, Lucy, and Levy more than ever. My new master, Gray Fullbuster, has been awfully kind to me, though. He's easily flustered, it's really cute, to be honest. He hasn't taken me out to buy any new clothes yet, as he told me his business partner had dragged him out to the auction so he originally hadn't planned to purchase anyone, therefore he had nothing prepared for me. He's been having me wear his shirts until he can take me out. (They're a little revealing for me).
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It's okay though, it's really enjoyable seeing Master Gray's face as I walk around the house. I usually wouldn't be so trusting of someone who's bought me, but Master Gray has treated me with nothing but kindness and respect. If he thinks I'm showing too much, he'll turn his back until I head into another room. He hasn't even had me cook or clean, just be with him. I'd been thinking of something I could do to repay him, and I finally decided to surprise him with dinner. Master Gray always leaves at eleven in the morning for meetings and gets back around four, so it's perfect timing. I'll be sure to write out how everything goes. <3
Love, Juvia
I close my journal and place it under my pillow, like always, and head downstairs. It's 2'oclock now, so that gives me just enough time. Honestly, I feel that Master Gray shops for groceries in all the countries, he has so much! I decided to stay simple, though, and go with my specialty: spaghetti. Sting and Rogue had me make it often, and a few times they would allow the other girls to have some and they loved it. I just hope Master Gray will.
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"Juvia, I'm back," I hear Gray's deep and calm voice along with the locking of the front door. I straighten his plate and stand next to it proudly, waiting for him to come towards the kitchen.
"Master, welcome home!" I smile brightly and walk towards him. He looks at me, confused.
"What's this?"
I begin to blush, looking down at my toes. "Y-you've been nothing but kind to me, Master. You haven't disrespected me, had me cook or clean. I wanted to repay you." Gray runs his hand through his hair and scoffs.
"You shouldn't be thanking me, Juvia. I bought you. I haven't even given you real clothes yet," I take a few steps closer to him and look him in his cool eyes.
"You've respected me though. No man has ever done that," I'm so so close to him now. "Plus, I like wearing your clothes, Master Gray," he raises an eyebrow at me and smiles.
"You're really something else you know," I laugh and turn around and grab his plate.
"I know. Now, I made you some spaghetti. I hope you like it..." Gray leans down and places our foreheads together.
"If you made it, I'll like it. But, I want you to eat some too." I nod and Gray leads me to the dinner table, pulling out my chair. "So, I wanted to ask you something," he says, picking up a fork. "Have you reached out to your friends at all with that phone I gave you yesterday?"
I shake my head. "No, I've been trying to figure out what to say,"
"Don't worry about it. You'll have plenty to say tomorrow. I'm taking you to see them," I don't even have time to process his words before I start crying. God, how I've missed them. I jump from my chair and rush to Gray, plopping down in his lap and hugging him.
"Thank you, thank you so much. You don't understand how much they mean to me. They were all I had for so long," his shoulder is already soaked in y tears, but he doesn't seem to mind it. Gray wraps his arms around me and rubs my back. I pull back and look at him, smiling through the salty tears. I hold his cheeks in my hands and kiss his forehead.
