Gray paced in front of her door. He kept looking at the doorknob and reaching out before pulling it back. His heart race was racing. What if he was too early? Maybe she's asleep, or at the guild. Could she still be getting ready? He pulled his hands in his pocket and turned again; started pacing the other way.

Happy popped his head from the house and wrinkled his nose at the Icemaker. "Natsa, what is Gray doing?"

Natsa turned away from her kitchen and came behind Happy. She stared at the strange Ice shifter. "Stripper! What the hell are you doing?!"

Gray's head shoot up and he saw the two looking down on him. He itch his head and thought of some way to get out of this. "I'm…picking you up. You know, for our date, Flamehead."

Natsa nodded with a roll of her eyes. She left the window and traveled down the stairs. She threw on a light jacket that would protect her somewhat from the winter cold. Even though she was a Dragon Slayer, her body heat was lowering through the winter time. She gave Happy a last glance before opening the door. Ever since that strange conversation with Erza, Lucy and Lisanna, she kept getting unnerving feelings.

The door opened and she stood in front of Gray. "Come on, let's go."

Gray nodded but glanced up at the window. Shouldn't Happy be with someone, or was she going to leave him here by himself. "What about Happy?"

"He's visiting Carla…they are going out for fish," Natsa stated as she called on the memory of Happy telling her last night.

"Oh," Gray nodded and matched her pace. They walked down the sidewalk but there was a major distance between them, and Gray didn't dare to close it. He kept walking on one side of the pavement while she was walking on the other. They walked through the forest and over the bridge. A place where they used to duel each other. "Remember this old place?"

"The old fishing spot?"

'Please don't start any fight,' Gray repeated over and over. He remembered their last so-called date ended in a fight over a stupid subject; in which Natsa started because of her story. "This was the place where we fought. When we were younger."

"Oh yeah, I remember that. I would always beat ya!"

"As if," Gray rolled his eyes.

"You want a rematch? Huh, Iceblock?" she questioned as she cracked her knuckles.

'Oh fuck,' he thought. He was not going to start a fight with her. Not this time. He just wanted one actual date with her that didn't end up with them fighting. "Can't-"

"What? You're scared I'm going to beat you?"

"The fair. We have to get there before 4, or then there's going to be a large line on all the good rides."

"Oh…" she sighed and stretched his arms. And then a yawn followed her sigh.

The forest line soon ended, and the town came into view. Colorful balloons took up into the air. Clowns marched the road. Contests roared with action and completion. Trainers tame the loins inside of the cages and showed off their magic. Screams of delight filled the air.

They were at the fair.

As were others. The two sneaked behind Gray and hide behind a bush from the raven's hair sight. Gajeel lowered himself to the ground and muttered at the other. "I just fuckin' won that money. Why the fuck should I have to pay for your ticket?"

Sting glared at Gajeel. "Because I'm broke! I haven't been on a quest in two weeks and I freakin' lost all my savings…" He stopped himself from saying much more. He didn't want the black hair to know about his whereabouts on that night. The night that Gajeel had his date with the pink haired was also the night that Sting crossed their path and broke their hold.

It was also the night in which he lost all of his savings on a bet. The fight between the two wrestlers turned profitable for Gajeel, Natsa, and Loke; but it crushes Sting. "Rouge won't even lend me anymore money. Says I'm careless with it," the blonde finished. He hoped that Gajeel wouldn't notice his slight paused.

"Just don't get in my way, brat."

Sting couldn't promise that.

Natsa grabbed Gray's hand and raced forward. She wanted to get to the fair faster since Gray was going at a slower pace than her. Her feet stumbled against the pavement and she glanced back with a joyous smile firmly in place. Gray matched her pace once more and they were running side by side; hand in hand. Neither one of them noticed the contact until they reached the park. Natsa was observing her surroundings that she didn't see Gray pulling back with a slight blush on his cheeks.

He lifted his head up to see child cheering on a nearby ride. He pointed at it and elbowed Natsa to get her attention. "Let's go on that," he uttered in a cool tone; that didn't show any of what he was feeling.

He was finally having a date with Natsa, and if things go well, this wouldn't be their last one. Even though Sting and Gajeel still had a chance, Gray believed he got this in the bag.

That was until the two gotten on the ride.

It moved.

Natsa's stomach lurked.

Her face changed colors quickly.

And that's when Gray remembered she had motion sickness. He turned around his in shared seat with Natsa. The cart already lifted from the ground and they sat there inside of a small red ball that moved slowly forward. It halted to let another passenger inside of the next cart, but Gray was too high up to even get the attention of the person in charge.

"Stop the ride!" he yelled, but none heard him. He turned and looked at Natsa who was barely holding it in. The ride started to move once again and all of the seats were filled. Their cart rose higher over the rest of the city. He could see the forest from there; but he was too focusing on Natsa. She bent over onto his shoulder and held it within her mouth. Her stomach grumbled and her face paled.

'Get this ride over with. Quickly,' he thought. He lifted his arm and pulled her closer to him. He started patting her back in comfort. Hoping this would help some. With it came to anything like this, he was a lost cause. If only Erza was here. Then Natsa could have a short nap with a smack of iron glove. Or she could lose concussion from the pain inflicted by Erza's might.

"Just hold it. Just a little longer," he looked out the window. The cart started moving away from the sight and lowering itself back to the ground. He turned to face the person in charge of the machine; but without luck, the man wasn't even paying attention to him. "Fuck!" he slammed the cart with his other hand.

"I feel like I'm gon-" Natsa muttered and hunched forward as if she was expecting to threw up. Luckily nothing came. She covered her mouth quickly and leaned on Gray's shoulder.

The cart behind them was having the same problems. Two men suffered from their extreme motion sickness. They groaned and held their stomachs. The blonde bite his lip and tried thinking of something else. His stomach rolled and he launched forward and gagged.

The black hair held his face to the ceiling of the cart. He was so inclined into eating the cart just to get away. But his stomach lurked and he groaned more loudly than before.

He hates this.

He hates the fair.

And he hates this ride.

His claws unsheathed from his hands and he pressed them into the cart. Relieving himself of some pressure, but the cart ended up with a major hole instead.

Three Dragon Slayers rode this ride. They all suffered. After the giant wheel spun around on its axis for five times, it came to a stop. It slowly allowed people to exit, and finally they gotten to Gray's cart. Natsa crawled out and moaned. "I am never going to ride that again…"

Gray reached out and slowly pulled her up. She ended up leaning against his shoulder so he walked her to the nearest bench and laid her down.

"I forgot you had…motion sickness. At least you didn't throw up."

"So did I," she held onto her stomach. She was so in the mood that she didn't even think about this.

"Well…we could play some games instead of getting on one of the rides. Or, there's a scary house down that way," he pointed to the other end of the fair.

"Just give me a moment," she moaned. She pulled herself from the seat and all of those feelings of sickness left her. "Hm, let's go to the haunted house, then."

…

The manager of the ride opened the cart's door and two young man collapsed on each other. Gajeel quickly stood up and ran to the nearest bin and threw up. Sting followed him and did the same. They leaned against the bins and wiped the leftover on their faces.

"Never…"

"…again."

The dark haired slowly stood up and looked around. "We lost them."

"You lost them," Sting corrected.

"You was the one who freakin' wanted to catch follow them in here!"

"Then ya should have stopped me!"

A child pulled on his mother's arm. "What are those weird men doin'?"

The mother looked over at the two guys by the trash. She muttered under her breath and trotted her son away from the sight of the trashy men. She beckons the son forward whenever he tried to turn around and stare at the two.

"What's her problem?" Gajeel glared at her figure.

Sting shook his head and sniffed. As soon as that stench entered his nose, he felt like throwing up once more. He turned away from the bin and left. Gajeel followed with his nose covered. They were too consumed by the motion sickness that the scent didn't bother them.

…

Smoke rose from the ground and cluttered the air. It made the air thick and hard to see in; a perfect place for a scare. Gray held onto Natsa's shoulder and followed her through the smoke. With her Dragon Slayer hyper senses, she was able to travel through the fog without bumping into someone, or something.

"Are you sure you want to go in here?" he questioned one last time.

"Course. Why, you scared?" she taunted.

This annoyed Gray as his eyebrow twitched. "I just didn't want to hold your hand the whole time."

She rolled her eyes and took his hand off of her shoulder. "You won't have to."

"Natsa?" he questioned. He felt around but didn't feel anything. He turned right and walked forward; hoping to feel her. Within this fog that came from the haunted house, he couldn't see more than one foot in front of him. "Where are you, Flamehead?"

"Over here," a voice called, but it sounded too manly to be Natsa's. Against Gray's instincts, he followed the voice through the fog. His hands touch something and he felt against the figure's body.

No boobs, but six packs.

No hips, but a big budge.

"Oh fuck, sorry, I thought you were someone else," he quickly stated. The man laughed at Gray's idiotic. That laugh sounded too much like someone he knew. "Gajeel? Why the fuck are you here?!"

The man stopped laughing and slowly disappeared into the mist. Away from Gray.

He cursed and stomped his foot against the ground. This was starting to get on his nerves. His fingers sparked together and small ice icicles appeared. He slammed his hands against the ground and created a large boulder that rose above the fog. He looked around and spotted the haunted house. He was sure she was already there waiting for them; or even inside of the haunted house. He jumped down from the pillar of ice and followed the direction he spotted.

The mist started to thin out as he came closer to the large building. Now he could see in front of him and there she was. Natsa. She was waiting right outside of the doors with her foot tapping the pavement. "Took you long enough," she taunted and turned away from him. She entered the haunted house without him so he ran to catch up with her.

"Wait for me! Natsa!" he yelled as he entered a dark room. The lights flickered on and off. Smoke stayed close to the ground. Pieces of trash lined the walls. He looked around when the light came back on and seen her. He walked over to the pink haired girl. "Can't you wait for me?"

"Nope," she simply stated. "And next time, Gray."

"Yeah?" he questioned.

"Don't grope random people. Just because you can't see them, doesn't mean you have to right."

He blushed harshly at her statement. "I thought it was you!"

"So the first thing you do is grope tits? Shame. Shame on you," she teased.

He slammed his fist into the wall. A big dent. He turned back to Natsa. "Can't you just forget about that?"

"About what?"

He didn't know if that was a good thing or not, so he just stated never mind. It was better to get this topic over with and done.

They followed the path hidden by shredded pieces of cloth. Trash cans line along the walls. Clunk. Clunk. Clunk. Someone pounded against the metal cans. It grew louder and louder as they passed it.

Clang.

A man, wrapped in chains, appeared in the doorframe. The lights flickered and he disappeared.

Clink.

Chains rustled against the walls. Hands reached out and clasped.

Gray stood closer to Natsa as she led the way through. When they entered a dark hallway, she pulled off a piece of cloth and lit it with her fire magic. It burned and showed what was down the hallway. Skulls placed on top of each other. Eyes opening and closing within peepholes.

Clank.

Clank.

Cling.

Gray held onto her shoulder. She smirked as if she knew he would have done that. The cloth quickly burned out and they were alone in a dark hallway. The eyes within the walls glowed as they opened their eyelids.

A dumpster lid lifted and a head popped out. It bobbled from one side to the other. It's tongue stuck out and his eyes were floating beside it.

…

Once the visit to the haunted house was over, it was dark out and the fair was close to closing time. They chose one more activity before finally leaving the fair. Darts. They gotten three darts each and they were suppose to pop the orbs floating in mid air.

Natsa took a deep breath in and shoot the dart with her Dragon Breath. It hyped its speed and flew through the air at lightly pace. It cracked three orbs before landing on the wall. It made a deep impact on the wall; a dent.

Gray tried more carefully with his shot. He lifted it close to his eye and aimed it to its targets. It shoots through the air but at much lower pace than Natsa's. But in return, it was able to crack four orbs.

Natsa narrowed her eyes and picked up her second dart. There was no way in hell she was going to let Gray win. She winds her arm backwards and threw. It missed all but one orb. She turned and faced Gray with a smug look. TO add to the effect, she crossed her arms, "Beat that."

He blinked and nodded his head. With one thrust of his arm, his dart raced forward and hit the same amount as Natsa.

The pink haired jaw dropped. There was only one more dart left and she needed at least one more than Gray. She turned her hand on its palm and stream appeared. Her body glistens and she blew against the dart. It flew through the small store and hit each and every target. "Whoa!" she smiled and jumped. There was no way he was going to beat that.

And he didn't. He got the same amount as before, only missing one. But, he didn't lose either. They were both tied.

"Fuck," she cursed as the cashier handed the both of them stuffed animals. She gotten a Polar Bear, and he won a Black Bear.

…

Natsa was walked to her house by Gray. He waited till she stepped within the house to give her the Black Bear he won. Wasn't that something that boyfriends did? But he wasn't even her boyfriend; yet. He shrugged his shoulders. "I had a nice time with you."

The girl bites her lip, "I'm scared to say this…but for once I didn't want to choke you and throw you into a river. So yeah, it was a good time."

'Throw me into a river…?' Gray thought but didn't questioned it. If he even asked, all of the actions he done would have went to waste if he started a fight with her. He nodded his head, but she didn't say anything about having another so-called date within the future.

Would this be a bad thing?

Wasn't she was the one to invite him to the three date?

He cursed since she closed her door and turned off the lights already. He hoped this wouldn't damage his chances. Hopefully she doesn't make that move with the other two.