Author's Note: Well, here's the start of a series of pranks and battles between Gray and Juvia set during their six months together. Pretty short, fun and silly stuff that I really enjoy writing! Hope this little series brings a smile to your face, and as always, reviews are appreciated! ^.^
It was like some sick joke woven into his story: Gray Fullbuster would live to have many regrets in his lifetime.
From leading his master to her early death, to letting his spiky-haired pompous ass of a brother, Lyon, meet Juvia – Gray regretted a lot of things, and if he was to list off every resentment he'd ever had, his mind would probably spike into overdrive and explode.
But today, there were only two things he regretted as he stared at his reflection in the mirror.
The first was skipping his morning coffee in favour of getting a few extra minutes in bed, whilst the second regret of the day was a knockback of the first, resulting in him falling asleep on the couch with Juvia only metres away from him.
In other words, he had been completely under her mercy.
"Juvia, what the hell did you do to me?!"
Standing in front of the hallway mirror, Gray's eyes narrowed at the sight of his reflection staring back, unamused, his gaze zeroing in on his hair in particular, which was bunched up into two pigtails at the top of his head instead of messily framing his face.
If anything, seeing himself in this way only brought back painful memories he'd tried so hard to suppress of Erza experimenting on his and Natsu's hair back when they were kids.
He'd lost so many locks of hair in those years — some scars just never healed.
"Doesn't Gray-sama like his new hairstyle?" Juvia asked, edging closer to him with her hands laced innocently behind her back.
He didn't miss the laughter in her voice and he certainly didn't miss the smile she was flashing him in the mirror. In hindsight, he should have seen this coming from a mile away.
Cheeks blazing and braids whipping around his face, he turned on her.
"Ah!" Juvia, oblivious to the dangerous glare he was shooting her, tilted her head to the side, reaching up to pull at his hair fondly. "Gray-sama, you look so sweet!"
Sweet? He wasn't friggin' Wendy.
"Never fallin' asleep on the couch ever again…" he muttered, batting her away with a sweep of his hand before reaching up to undo the pigtails, only to find Juvia's hand gripping his wrist, pulling him away from the hair she'd so lovingly braided just an hour before.
"Gray-sama, no! Don't–" she protested, lip jutting out in a pout.
But he ignored her wide eyes and fluttering lashes, adamant on saving whatever shred of dignity he had left. "Oi! Quit it! Let go of me, Juvia!"
"But Juvia spent so long—"
"I don't care. I look stupid—"
Juvia gasped, her eyes wide with disbelief. "Gray-sama could never look stupid!"
He groaned. "Juvia—"
"At least let Juvia take a picture first!"
"What?! Like hell!"
It was one thing for Juvia to see him like this but for Natsu and the rest of the guild? Gray would never hear the end of it. Photos were evidence and evidence would serve as ammo that shitty flame could use against him for the rest of his life.
He could only imagine the new nicknames that would follow this onslaught — as if 'Droopy Eyes' and 'Ice Princess' weren't bad enough as it was.
And then, the sound of her laughter suddenly cut into his thoughts, and looking down, he saw that her hands were no longer around his, but were instead at her lips as she buckled over, eyes closed and face pink.
Gray glared at her through slitted eyes. What in the damn hell was so funny about this?
"Always so serious, Gray-sama," she told him, taking his arm in hers and turning him to face the mirror. "Look!"
Reluctantly, Gray swung his gaze over to his reflection once again, this time to find that one pigtail had fallen limp against his cheek whilst the other stuck up proud, the stray locks of hair angled up in all different directions.
He looked like he'd been struck by a hundred volts of Laxus. If it had even been possible, he looked worse than before.
Juvia stood beside him, her cheek pressed into his shoulder as she watched him in the mirror with a smile bright on her lips.
And somehow, despite how ridiculous he looked and felt, the corners of his own mouth twitched too.
"You know what this means, right?"
Her eyes shot up to meet his hopefully. "That Gray-sama should let Juvia braid his hair more often?"
"It means," he said, a smirk forming on his lips, "I have to get you back for this."
Juvia turned to look at him properly now, her eyebrows dipping in confusion. "Eh?"
Gray chuckled to himself, shaking his head at her. She may have messed with his hair in an act of innocence and affection, but he was prepared to see it as a first strike of battle — it was more fun that way.
"That's right," he said, placing both his hands on her shoulders. "This means war."
i. braiding his hair whilst he sleeps