Fairy Tail's Matchmaking Mischief

Chapter 14: Giver AU

This chapter is dedicated to RavenofSilver who submitted this prompt idea. I hope you enjoy it. (And RavenofSilver... I am so sorry for this being so late. You have my personal apologies as this was your idea.)

TO ALL PEOPLE WHO HAVE NOT READ THE BOOK/SEEN THE MOVIE:

1. You should because they're really good.

2. Their world is only in black and white. There are no colors.

Gruvia (The Giver AU)

A cool breeze rustled through raven hair, tousling it even more so than before. The salty ocean air clearing his blurry mind with its sharp, yet fresh scent. Gray Fullbuster stood barefoot against the white sand of the deep, wide ocean. As he stared out into its depths, a word seemed to be biting at the edge of his tounge.

"B... Bl.." He was unable to find the correct sounds to complete this new, unusual word. He knew it meant something. Something important. Yet he couldn't quite place it.

A soft call found its way across the shore.

"Gray?" He knew that voice.

He turned away from the ocean, looking across the beach for the familiar, yet unknown sound.

"Gray?!" The voice grew quieter as he searched. "Gray?"

"GRAY!"

With a sharp gasp, Gray sat up in his bed, almost bumping heads with his caretaker, the town citizens' most beloved recluse, The Giver.

"Gramps! You scared the living daylights out of me."

"I wouldn't have had to if your lazy rump wasn't already at training like it was supposed to be 20 minutes ago." Claimed the older man, giving Gray a one eyed glare.

"Yeah, yeah." Grey yawned, brushing unkempt hair from his eyes. "What's on the agenda today?"

With a small grunt the old man began walking toward the door of Gray's small bedroom. "Just one memory today. I want to introduce you to colors."

"What are co-ly-erz?" Gray asked, trying the new word on his tounge as he followed after the Giver.

Having reached the main room of their small cabin, they sat in their designated chairs.

"Colors are difficult to explain, but someone once said, it is what we use to decorate space. Just as music, which I showed you two nights ago, decorates time."

Gray looked confused. "So, are colors the same as the music?"

A small smile appeared on the Giver's face. "Not quite my boy. But art, which is made of different colors, is equal and opposite to the music I showed you."

"Okay. Show me."

They clasped hands.

When Gray opened his eyes inside the memory, he was unable to move. The sheer amount of these... colors... It was too much. He gasped with pain. A slow, steady voice calmed him through the memory.

"It's okay, Gray. This is normal. Going from a world seen only in black and white to this memory of colors is rough, but you'll thank me, eventually." The Giver's voice filtered through his mind.

The scene changed, Gray gasped, recognizing the landscape from his dream the night before. He stood on the sand of the beach staring out to the ocean.

The Giver's voice floated across his mind, "Do you see the color?"

Gray looked out across the water...

"It looks... different, I THINK I SEE THE COLOR, GIVER!!!"

As suddenly as the memory started, it was over, Gray jumped from his seat, panting.