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Gray ran down the sidewalk, dodging people as fast as he could.  The cold wind started to slap against his face. It was pouring rain as it soaked gray head to toe. His heart was jumping out of his chest and his palms were sweaty as he ran into the dark alley. "I think I lost them" He panted and then sighed out of relief. He heard a delighted female laugh. He looked to the source of the laugh. There lied the most beautiful girl he has ever seen.

She had blue waves of curly hair, full plump rosy lips, beautiful porcelain skin that looked soft and smooth to the touch. She had soft feminine features and the deepest blue eyes filled with a sea of grief. Emotionless and pained. He took a deep breath taking her all in

She was wearing:

Gray was breathless as he stared at her shocked

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Gray was breathless as he stared at her shocked. His heart beating a little to fast for his liking.

She was smoking a cigarette and looked rather amused. "what are you laughing about?" He snapped coldly, crossing his arms. The woman smiled, looking at the cold-hearted man.

"oh darling, you didn't lose them" she replied and as if on cue, gray heard the heavy footsteps. When they arrived, they immediately slammed gray to the wall. "you can't run away this time!" the tall one screamed at the top of his lungs angrily. One of the men had a knife, the other two had guns. The beautiful girl rolled her blue eyes, annoyed and stepped on her cigarette. She looked at the helpless boy try to fight them off desperately. "hey, cut it out"

She said, her powerful voice dripping with irritation. The men laughed until they turned around and saw her menacing glare. Their blood ran cold as they froze in their tracks. They immediately recognized the girl.

"shit" the leader swore under his breath . "do I need to repeat myself?" she hissed harshly with a clenched jaw. The men immediately obeyed, dropping gray and ran off. Gray quickly got off the floor and whispered under his breath "what was that about?".

The girl looked at the boy boredly and uninterestedly. "you must be new around here." She said in a matter of factly and gray nodded.

She scanned him up and down "and you're a spoiled little rich boy. What are you doing in the gutters of Fiore?" She questioned him rudely. Gray looked at her coldly "none of your damn business" he spat, making the woman smile.

" Well what do you know he has spunk." She tauntingly egged on. He rolled his dark eyes, clearly annoyed. "what's your name?" she asked, further bothering the handsome man in front of her.

"why do you care?" he coldly interrogated her. She slowly effortlessly sauntered up to gray, her heels clicking against the wet concrete. She pushed him against the wall.  "just answer the damn question" she hissed. Gray rolled his eyes once again. "gray fullbuster, happy?!" he shouted, snapping at her. She laughed and leaned towards gray. "was that so hard?" she inquired with one of her brows raised.

Gray deeply frowned "who even are you?!" He exclaimed, annoyed. She smirked "that's a secret." She said, her blue eyes piercing into his dark cold ones as she grabbed his chin gently. She leaned in towards his lips.

"What the hell.." gray mumbled, closing his eyes. The pretty blue-haired girl watched as he softly closed his eyes shut, waiting for the kiss.

She leaned away from him feeling very pleased. He opened his eyes extremely annoyed until he saw her careless smile.

It looked so easy going so happy even though her eyes showed misery.

He took a deep breath to calm his nerves. "Who are you?" He asked calmly this time. She smiled not really wanting to talk anymore. Not wanting to hear the screams inside her head. She fluttered her eyes shut. Her long black eyelashes casting a hood over her eyes.

"Juvia Lockser" she said walking away from him slowly. Her head bowed down softly until she vanished out of his sight. Gray leaned his head back against the brick alley wall. "Juvia" he rolled her foreign name off his tongue. It felt right saying her name, but he was clueless as to why.

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