Sting Eucliffe X Reader X Rogue Cheney :: Pt. 2

Part Two of Two

Disclaimer: Fairy Tail does not belong to me. 


"I'm home (Name)!" Whoop there he is. You faked a smile and stood up from your couch, greeting your husband with a kiss on the cheek and a hug. "How was work?" You even faked the usual cheeriness you held in your voice when you welcomed him.

He signed, ruffling his hair while stretching. "The same as usual. There's always missions to do at Sabertooth." You giggled quietly but it faded as quickly as it came. Your husband frowned, giving you a side-long look. "Is...everything alright?" He asked hesitantly.

You sighed, shaking your head. You lead him to the couch and sat down, picking at your nails. "I have some news." 

"Then speak your mind, I won't mind." To confirm his nonjudgemental love for you, your husband leaned forward and kissed you softly yet passionately, caressing your cheek in the process. He pulled away and leaned back against the couch to await your news. "It's alright sweetheart, I won't be upset. You can tell me." You breathed deeply.

"I-."

~~It's Her (The Reason, My Reason)~~

You woke up breathing hard and sweat coating your pores. Your cheeks were on fire, your heart pounding with pleasure and the emotions from the dream were still swirling inside of you without any rational sense. It took a minute to recall the dream fully, your body's temperature dropping to normal. 

But it all came back with your bright red cheeks. You smacked them to make yourself snap out of it. I knew hot weather and dreams were always bad news...

Suddenly, snickers and giggles came from the living room, which were always a bad thing this early in the morning. You sat up in bed, blinking out your morning, blurred vision, and directed your hearing to the real origin of the voice. You rolled yourself out of bed quietly and raised an eyebrow at the open door which was supposed to be locked...

You tiptoed to the door and slowly pushed it open to see Frosch already up but she was holding in laughter, motioning you over and pointing towards the couch.

You made your way across the room and took a peek at what she was nearly dying from laughter at. What you saw made you almost burst out into hysterical chortles too. 

Rogue and Sting were hugging each other and giving each other cute cuddles! You bit your lip to stifle giggles, your body convulsing with laughter. You held your breath, afraid that if you inhaled air you would burst all the chuckles you were holding in.

You couldn't hold it any longer once you needed to breath, you couldn't bare to take it any longer. Your hyena-like puffs called laughter gushed out of you all at once. The three shot their eyes open at the same time at your outburst.

It took only a second for both of them to jump apart with irritated and mortified expressions. "The h-hell?!" Rogue exclaimed, gritting his teeth with wide eyes, glaring down Sting. 

Sting grumbled, "you could say that again." He cracked his neck several times then glanced at you, a smile forming with his pink lips. "Hey there (Name), g'morning." 

You wiped a faux tear and smiled back. "Good morning Sting and Rogue, nice night you had?" You sniggered, your eyes shining mischievously. 

Rogue scoffed, standing up quickly and knocking you on the head. You yelped and held your head with the slight throb. "What was that for?" 

"For stealing my room." Before you could retort, your mind decided to be a troll and flashback you to last night. Your cheeks flared up unexpectedly, making your friends give you strange looks. 

"You OK there (Name)? Your cheeks are flushed." Rogue asked, pressing the back of his hand to your forehead; the same thing you did to him yesterday.

"I-I'm fine! Just the heat! Oh wow, I'm so hungry, I'm gonna go make French Toast!" You stuttered quickly, making a hasty escape to the kitchen. The kitchen was pretty simple with a red plaid tablecloth on the round table, 6 maple chairs sat close around the table. Kitchen applicances were tucked into the side of the kitchen along with hung up pots and pans. Two large windows in front of the room streamed light in with a beautiful sight to match.

You shut the door behind you, and sighed, running a hand through your messy hair. Damn... that was too close. You turned to the kitchen supplies and shrugged to yourself. Might as well...

You searched the maple cabinets and pulled out a pan, ingredients and spices needed to make French Toast. Once you gathered all the necessary ingredients and pans needed, then started on the homemade treats your mother taught you to make.

Soon, the wondrous smell of pastries filled the air. The French Toast preoccupied you so much that all the memories from earlier that morning faded from your mind.

You hummed happily as you finished stirring the spices together along with the sugar and egg. To confirm that you did the mental recipe correctly, you dipped your index finger in and tasted the sweet yet spicy mixture.

You pursed your lips in thought. It tasted great but it didn't give you enough satisfaction to please you. Would more nutmeg be sufficient? Or cinnamon? As you pondered, a shadow passed in your peripheral view.

"What'cha making?" 

You gasped and jumped in surprise, causing the cinnamon in your hand to fly everywhere. You and the figure coughed at the inhalation of spice, the hands on your hips lingering and had fallen. 

"Who do you think you are, sneaking up on woman while she's cooking like that?" You glared at Sting, sticking out your tongue in annoyance, a light blush on your cheeks when you thought you had felt two hands on your waist.

He chuckled and rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. "Whoops." As you scolded him, Rogue decided to barge in and add in some of his own grumbles to Sting. "Hey Rogue, c'mere for a sec." You said, beckoning him over with your index finger. 

He raised an eyebrow but didn't question it, starting over to you when you leaned over and kissed his forehead. His face shot up in a blaze as he jerked back, his cherry eyes wide. "What the hell-?!" 

You rolled your eyes. "Relax, I was just checking your temperature." He hissed embarrassingly, rubbing his head. "Why didn't you use your hand?" You shrugged and he mumbled something under his breath. 

"Can I get a kiss too~" Sting hummed, pointing to his forehead. You chuckled and kissed his forehead innocently. In that moment, Sting caught a whiff of your natural scent and couldn't help himself. He leaned forward and softly kissed your nose. 

You blinked and blushed bright red, covering your nose and pushing him back. Rogue cursed and tugged at Sting's hair out of pure envy, shooting him a glare. All that could escape Rogue's mouth in the whirlwind of swears in his head was "Idiot." 

In retaliation, Sting retorted to Rogue in a secret word-like manner that caused Rogue to growl menacingly and you to raise an eyebrow. "Eh? So what about this... this tachi you're talking about?" You asked as you flipped a piece of French Toast over the stove.

Sting smirked widely at the innocent question whilst Rogue rolled his eyes and huffed to himself, muttering incoherent insults. "Nothing." Sting's lips curled in mischief, his eyes slitted with waywardness. "Well actually Rogue was telling me about how he and y-" He was cut off to the shoving of French Toast into his fanged mouth.

Rogue's cherry eyes were darkened as he shoved the pastry down his partner's throat. "Shut up you pest." 

As you tried to pry away Rogue's hands to keep him from strangling the poor light dragonslayer, the two Exceeds ate peacefully at the delicious meal and chatted quietly until Lector spoke up with a hint of irritation. "Don't forget your mission today." 

Your face scrunched up as you completely forgot about the current death situation at hand. "What?" 

"Yeah, Sting and Rogue have to go on a mandatory mission today. Apparently, there were some attacks north of here and the threats and "reasons" per say, are going out to Sabertooth. Sting, as guild master, has to deal with it. Naturally, Rogue has to tag along."

Your gleeful and breezy attitude faded, your mouth dipping on the sides of a frown. "Oh." Was all that came out of your mouth. Your crestfallen expression softened Rogue's expression. You were so excited to hang out with the twin dragonslayers today. 

You guys were gonna go shopping and, as for yourself, explore the town a bit more. But now there are terrorist attacks and you don't know when they're going to be back. They'll be too tired to go shopping with you.

"C'mon (Name), we can always hang out tomorrow." Sting said with an attempt to lighten your mood, noticing the gloom in the atmosphere now that news was announced. You shook your head and quietly went back to making the rest of the French Toast.

"It's fine. I forgot you guys had a mission today. I guess I was so excited about hanging out with you guys that I forgot about your status of the Sabertooth guild." You stated stiffly, glaring at your cooking to avoid exerting your anger at anyone else. 

You took a deep breath to rid yourself of any negative emotions, to exhale all the inward negativity. You didn't want to ruin a perfectly fine morning. You were with your newfound friends, you should've happy. You shouldn't be wallowing in self-pity and selfish intentions that were never fulfilled. 

"Hey (Name)," a voice called out to you and released you from your thought train. "Do you know any magic?" Lector inquired, his curious eyes searching yours for an answer. "Yeah, I would like to know what kind of Mage you are." Sting added in, grinning playfully. 

You opened your mouth to speak when Rogue interrupted you. "She isn't a Mage. Her father and mother weren't of magic." You glared at Rogue as pride overcame you. "Actually Rogue, you can't say anything. I am a Mage." 

Rogue widened his eyes in shock. He was told by her parents specifically that you cannot perform any type of magical art, due to her birthright. Her family had no history of magical beings whatsoever so she couldn't possibly be a Mage. 

"Oh? What kind of magic can you use?" Frosch looked at you with mesmerized. "I can use Requip Magic." You boasted, flashing a beaming smile. "You can?!" Sting and Rogue exclaimed at once.

You nodded eagerly, "I'm not even close to having multiple armors like Erza but I can summon a katana, pistol, dagger, along with a few armors but the best weapon I have are dual blades."

Rogue looked on with amazement while Frosch hugged you. "That's marvelous (Name)! Fro is proud of your magic." You blushed lightly at her compliments, poking at your concoction. "T-thank you."

Before any more questions were asked, an alarm went off as Rogue and Sting stood up simultaneously. It was time for their mission. You walked them to the door and waved them off, the Exceeds flying after them. "Good luck!" You called after them.

Rogue stopped in his tracks and turned around. "(Name), I'll go shopping with you after the mission if you stop sulking, alright?" Rogue promised, his eyes softening. "I'll go too!" Sting poked his head into view.

You smiled softly and nodded eagerly, your happy mood returning. "I'm looking forward to it."

~

That day, there were low rumbles crossing from all the way in the north. You sighed, hoping that the dragonslayers and Exceeds were ok. 

"Are you alright miss?" The cashier asked, his face concerned for his new customer. You shook your head in denial, giving a reassuring smile. You replied, "It's fine, the grumbles in the ground are just... surprising."  

The old man shook his head, rubbing the cash register with his withered hands. "It isn't normal miss, the rumbles are from the guild, Sabertooth, battling a terrorist in the north. Threats were given out that, if the Twin Dragonslaysers didn't show up, the Mage terrorist would destroy a train with its passengers. A few hostages are Sabertooth members."

Your blood turned cold, chills running up and down your spine. "W-Will they be ok?" You clenched your hands around the bag of clothing you held, nervousness you never had before ran through your veins like ice.

The old man grinned, flashing some of his toothless gums. "Those two third generations, they'll be fine. They once battled first generations and almost won long ago." 

You nodded in fake reassurance and walked out of the store, still clenching the plastic bag in your hands. Despite the horrible news of the north, the marketplace plaza still bustled with chattering people. 

You looked up at the sky, the bright sun was positioned right above you, petting your hair with warmth. You guessed it was noon by the looks of it. Deciding that you should rest, you walked around, searching for a rest stop. You came across a small café on the corner of the plaza, a few people only coming in and out. In curly letters spelled The Hazel above the café. 

You walked inside and ordered a nice (warm/cold) (drink) and an iced danish to go with it. You paid for them then went outside to sit on a metal table fit for only one. You sat down and laid your shopping bags to the side. 

You opened your contents of food and nibbled on the danish while you opened up a good book you bought at a bookstore and started to read.

You became so engrossed within the adventures of (book character) that you didn't notice the rumbles getting louder and closer to the town. 

Opening your mouth to bite down on the fruit tartlet, you realized none was left and you tore your eyes away from the book to further inspect your stock of food and drink. 

The liquid in your café drink was drained of its deliciousness and the danish was, unfortunately, gone. You stood up to go order another when the ground below you shook violently, causing you to lose your footing. You fell onto your bum like so many other people in the plaza. 

You gasped in surprise while several others shrieked, the cobblestone and concrete below cracking in large lines. People scrambled away from the cracks as a whole crowd ran screaming from the road meeting an intersection, pouring into the plaza and leading something to you. 

Suddenly, a giant, black monster emerged from the street from where the crowd came from. You stood up aruptly, bracing yourself to use Requip magic if you needed to fight. 

Where did this thing come from?! Is this beast related to the terrorist attacks somehow? This monster's sudden appearance seems too coincidental to be normal... 

You cursed as the monster roared, baring it's large teeth before biting down on a building, ripping in half. You winced as the screeches erupted from the air as many evacuated, many praying for Sabertooth to save them. 

You bit down on your teeth and watched the monster's glaring red eyes pierce your own. Your limbs froze and your eyes widened in fear, terror gripping your heart as the image of it smashing it's teeth on your body flashed in your mind. Your breath hitched as it turned its attention to the giant crowd in the streets, trying to get away from the area. 

It roared once more before using its thick, spiky legs to crush the things below it to create an earthquake. You were still tense and paralyzed to the spot when you fell onto the ground, the whole crowd tumbling down with you. 

You watched the monster approach the fallen people, your eyes wide when a rumble snapped yourself out of your trance. You shook your head and stood up on shaky legs, holding your hands palm up to the sky before summoning your Requip. You body faded into the celestial "changing room" as you would call it. 

You concentrated on a summoning pistol and commanded, "Requip! Pistol!" When you opened your eyes, there laid in your hand a silver pistol glistening in the sun. You gripped the pistol and shot at the beast, a blue aiming sigil appearing in front of your eye to help with your accuracy, highlighting your eye with blue magic. The monster groaned at the glowing, magical bullets that came from your Requip magic. 

Its red, beady eyes turned to you and growled menacingly. You winced, the adrenaline of battle completely and utterly new to you. You never really used your magic on anything besides training dummies and you never knew how intense a real battle was between magical beings until now. 

You ran around the monster, shooting at several different spots to try and find a weak point. The beast hissed, foam dripping from its wicked fangs. You frowned when each of bullets shot bounced off the shadowy force of the monster. 

Each bullet was hurtful but it never penetrated the monster's armor. It shook off your attacks and roared, bending its legs and charging straight for you. 

You gasped in fright but stood your ground, waiting till the last moment to jump out of the way. You narrowly dodged the beast's charging body, skidding on the pavement and scratching your hands and knees, also causing your weapon to skid dangerously away from your reach. The monster crashed into the building behind you, debris and dust flying everywhere, blinding you.

You, dazed from the sudden lack of air from your lungs upon landing impact, stood up on two weak-felt legs in an attempt to examine your surroundings. Within the cloud of soot, you spotted the glimmer of your pistol. You forced yourself to move forward, to get yourself away. The monster was down and you needed to change weapon form. 

Obviously, your pistols bullets weren't working but your katana could be useful in fighting close range and effectively finding a weak point. Your hand was an inch away from the pistol when something tackled you, pulling you from your precious weapon. You growled in annoyance and pushed the small thing away. 

You caught a glimpse of your attacker, the miniature version of the monster grabbed your hair and pulled painfully. 

You hissed, tears prickling the corner of your eyes. Where did this monster come from? The original is right there- HOLY CRAP THE BIGGER ONE IS GETTING UP. You internally panicked, trying to pry away the smaller away from your head. You tugged at it, ignoring the impending shadow that moved upwards, blocking the sun. 

When you final tore the miniature away from your hair, when you noticed the large fangs near your face. You cried out in surprise, earning the notice of monster-senpai. Your color in your face drained, your limbs tensing up. You squeaked and crawled towards your weapon, slowly reaching it when that miniature monster pulled at your shoe, keeping you from your weapon reach. 

The bigger monster roared and slowly recovered while you struggled against the small one. How strong is this mini?! You thought, your hand an inch from your pistol. You looked up at the larger monster as it roared, raising its foot above you. Your breath hitched and you desperately tried to grab your pistol. 

The foot was getting closer, tons of monster was going to squash into a (Name) pancake. Tears threatened to fall as you laid there, your fingers barely brushing the cool silver. Your heart cried out in fear and your brain screamed at you in despair. The foot was so close now, the miniature was even hesitant now about being killed. The pistol and your magic was right there. 

In your mind, the Twin Dragonslayers flashed their smiling memories and anger soared through you. A foot would bring your death?! Your destruction? A smelly, gross foot of a monster?! You glared at the miniature keeping you back and forced yourself forward, your hair being pulled out, the skin ripping out as well. You grabbed your pistol and screamed, "Requip! Katana!" 

There was a flash and, before you could comprehend, you dug your sword into the monster's foot deeply, black ooze squirted from the wound, spraying you in the gunk. You yelled out just as the monster did too, dragging your sword across the foot and essentially cutting it in half. 

You rolled out of reach as the foot came crashing down, crushing the miniature with its counterpart's larger torso. The monster growled in immense pain, the pitiful thing holding its foot with its claws, making it even worse. 

You panted, the depression of dying now gone, and only rage remained. This thing was going to take your future, along with several others, if not, it already did before you saw it. 

You hissed and screeched at the beast. In a blind, justice-fueled rage, your black covered katana came up and slashed at its face. The thing screamed again as you slashed it again and again and again and again and again and again. Your eyes seemed to glow in vengeance to the monster, the beady, bloody eyes gave you a look of fear. 

You, ignoring its pity, continued to wipe the body from existence. You growled and hissed and snarled as you cut up the body, keeping it from getting up. Once the body rendered useless, you came in for the kill. You raised your black-bloodied blade and swiped at the throat, your eyes still glowing, as the monster gargled its back-lashing final words before the red dissipated from its eyes. 

You panted, the justice that fueled your veins finally fulfilled. You cut through the ground with your katana and sat on your knees, bowing your head with hands still on the handle. You were breathing raspily, the black on the blade being cleansed through the dirt of the earth. Once you regained your breath, you stood up and removed your sword from the rubble. 

You looked at the body of the monster, the black residue rising up and curling like smoke, the evidence of your great victory disappearing before your eyes. You sighed, your energy depleted after your first real battle. Once the dust from the fallen monster lifted, you could see the curious yet cautious citizens creep back into the plaza to see the damage. 

Once they saw you and the dead monster, many cheered and clapped, cheerful that the beast that terrorized them was dead. A few came up to you and personally thanked you, asking if your were in a guild, most importantly, if you were part of Sabertooth and decided to protect the innocent while your comrades took care of the north.

Speaking of the north, the distant rumbles had stopped, probably in the middle of your battle. You smiled lightly at the thought of the terrorist being smacked down by your friends. 

You even giggled for a second before a sharp pain ran up your side, causing you wi wince and fall to your knees once more. The sword fell next to you with a clank as you observed your side. Blood had seeped through your outfit and, upon closer inspection, a wide cut had opened during your battle. 

You must've hurt yourself during your session with the miniature. You didn't notice it before due to your blind rage, which clear to its name, blinded you to pain. 

You winced again and took your jacket and tied it again your waist. It was make-shift and sorta stupid but you hoped it would last. 

"(-ame)!" A voice came from the streets. You furrowed your eyebrows and glanced where the voice came from. Out came Lector and Frosch, flying towards you at a fast speed. You grinned and waved before you noticed something off. 

They weren't smiling and something about their rapid flapping of wings made you worried. Your grin faded when the tears running down Frosch's face came into view. "Oh my glob, what happened?" You asked, Frosch running into your arms and hugging you tight. 

"(N-Name)..." The Exceed whispered in a terrified tone. Lector shivered and hugged you too, as if he wanted to disappear into your arms. 

"(Name)!... Rogue and Sting... Battle... Girl... Monster!!" Lector huffed quickly, trying to explain the situation in a fast fashion.

"Lector, slow down, tell me-" You were interrupted when a fireball shot through the air and landed a few yards away from you. You yelped, along with the exceeds, and backed away slowly. 

You picked up your katana and held it in a defensive position. You couldn't fight with two Exceeds on you. You hissed when another crashed next to the recovering crowd, barely missing them.

Another threat emerged in the air from the direction of the north. Your face went pale when you realized... Rogue and Sting failed to stop the terrorist.

The threat smiled maliciously when she saw you. Your eyes widened in shock while the Exceeds whimpered, hiding behind you. It was the receptionist from the hotel,  "Flora!" You snarled, gripping your katana tighter. 

The insane girl tsked, wagging her finger as she landed onto the pavement delicately, magic pulsating from her. "Aren't you a trouble-maker?" She giggled, licking her lips. "Killing my poor pet Prometheus was saddening. Just looking at his disappearing body makes me want to cry! Boo-hoo!" She rubbed her eyes, imitating as if she were sobbing. 

You flicked your tongue in your mouth, biting down on your gum to suppress any insults flying from your mouth. She summoned a Celestial Spirit then just let it die? You had a sick feeling in your stomach now, knowing that you killed a spirit. But soon that was replaced by righteous fury, fury that she was an abusive host of magical spirits. Fury that she forced him to kill innocents. Fury that she was about to get away with it.

Despite the feeling of wanting to beat up this girl, your status wasn't so hot. You needed to be sly about this, to keep her at bay until you could get the Exceeds to safety. Where are Rogue and Sting?! You thought desperately, nervousness creeping up on you. 

The worst case scenario is that you would have to fight Flora while protecting the two Exceeds. "Are you the terrorist?" You blurted out, keeping a straight face while Flora insanely giggled. 

"Quite yes dearie I am. I needed a distraction to get the two away from you~" You winced and glared at Flora. "Where are they?" You commanded, your eyes never leaving her own.

Her smile faded, which frankly you kinda now preferred over than this looming stare. 
"You...." 
She shook her head and with trembling hands, she snatched a key out of her pocket. 
"You need not worry." She said demonically, her eyes turning pitch black, using her key to unlock a hidden door. 

You knuckles on your blade turned white when something ashy gray and big stepped into this reality. You gulped and turned to run when your eyes caught a sight you would never forget. Sting and Rogue... You thought blissfully, your eyes welling at their injuries. 

Rogue widened his now, both visible, ruby red orbs at the sight of your own injured form. "(Name)!" 

Sting snapped his head up and his gaze met your's too, shouting your name. The Exceeds, hearing their caretaker's voices, unfurled themselves from you. They, their voices gone from the horror that occurred, could no longer speak, but simply stared.

You, despite the pain in your side, ran towards them. Rogue and Sting sprinted to you, Rogue stretching his hand in an attempt to grasp you. 

However, Flora saw this and jealously filled her, and with a wave of her hand an invisible shield went in-between you and them. They banged against the shield with desperation, their eyes glint with despair.

"Hold on (Name)!" Rogue started, punching the shield with his shadow power. Sting gave a hard glare at Flora but softened when he touched Rogue's shoulder, saying that it was hopeless. The magic on the shield was too strong. 

"Now then..." That demonic voice filled your ears again with a sharp octave, the Exceed's ears flattened and throbbed. 

You turned and met with a monster much more intimidating than the last. It held up Flora in a smoke-like substance and its slitted eyes never once took its look off of you. You shivered but you stood your ground. No way were you going to let this... this... jerk win. 

You flashed your sword and pat the Exceeds in their spot, warning, "I will protect you. Stay and do not engage in battle at any cost."

They nodded and you charged at the smoke in which Flora was. You slashed at the smoke on the side, the beast hissing as the blade pass through the smoke. Your eyes flashed dangerously when you met Flora's harsh gaze. 

You smirked and slit the face of the beast much to Flora's demise and joy to the Exceeds. "Go (Name)!" Lector cheered, fist-pumping. The cheer caused pride to surge through you, new energy pumping. 

So far, the monster that held Flora up did nothing to stop you from attacking and simply cried out whenever you caused a wound. Fearing the worst of what a Flora was doing, you decided to give the death blow. 

You charged and mustered all the strength you could produce then cut down. The spirit gave one last screech before disappearing how Prometheus did. 

You huffed and puffed as you pointed the sword at Flora, shouting, "give it up!" Flora gave a maniacal grin before licking her lips. "I was only healing. Face my wrath, mortal!" 

Darkness covered the sky as Flora levitated in the air, bright red hair whipping around. She held out her hands as two giant, black claws emerged as a substitute for her own frail hands. 

She swiped at you and you dodged just in time for another claw to swipe again at you. You clashed your katana with her demonic hand and you pulled through it, chopping off a finger. 

You felt nauseated by looking at it but it soon grew back, the gross feeling of barfing cane at your throat. "Gross." You commented, your nose scrunching up. Flora hissed, "don't ever say that again, mortal swine!" Her arm shot out and picked up Frosch, squeezing her like a boa constrictor. 

Rogue screamed at her as his dark aura grew, pounding against the shield. You gasped along with Lector and you spat out darkly "YOU HURT HER AND I WILL END YOUR PITIFUL EXISTENCE!"

But she continued despite your exemplar, pressing against Frosch's windpipe and crushing her it seemed. You just about had it with Flora. She killed innocent, destroyed this town, ruined your day, and now she was going to kill Frosch? 

You shook violently, the thought of your family being harmed all because of some dumb, jealous bitch pissed you off. You were going to lose family if you didn't do something. You glared at the ground when your emotions spilled over and exploded like Mount Vesuvius.

"You crossed me." You snarled, your magic bursting at extreme levels. "Requip! Dual Wield Daten-shi." With a bright light you were transformed with your "changing room". 

And obsidian and scarlet armor spread across your body, adorning you in a beautiful, short dress with golden jewel encrusted armor covering your legs like boots, forearm, breast and neck. Your hair was dressed in a loose bun, held in chopsticks. The dress flared at the edges, the black on the top faded into vermillion. Two swords lager than your body stood floating by your side, the handle and blade matching your outfit. In a way, you looked like a badass samurai with a feminine touch. 

Your body flickered with energy as Flora laughed psychotically, whispering softly, "aw you care that much?" She scoffed then turned it back into her sick grin. "Let's have some fun." She summoned mist around her that imitated your swords.

You glared as you flicked your wrist, your swords and her's clashed, clanks and sword-fighting was all you could hear. Frosch escaped Flora's grasp and returned to Lector. The two hugged each other as Fro's eyes welled with tears. 

You narrowed your eyes and you disappeared from sight only to teleport next to Flora and punch her straight in her pretty little face. She gasped but more punches met her gasp along with a kick here or there. 

She fought back, earning you a few punches as well. As you two fought, your swords faltered and triumphed to each victory and loss. You soon became absorbed in battle, the craving to win was too much for you. You would not ever let Flora win against you.

With a cry and a final blow, you threw Flora back into the pavement, the concrete below her running up and flying around as she landed.

You stared at her motionless body and your eyes lost its flare. Your body dimmed on its armor and your elegance left you, leaving you a drained human girl with no power left in her tired bones.

The shield dimmed and allowed Rogue's shadow power to break the barrier at once, the magic cracking like glass then disappearing in beautiful shades of color.

The Twin Dragonslayers rushed to their Exceeds, checking to see if they were OK. While they fussed over their pets, the townsfolk cautiously approached Flora, eyeing her to see if she were dead or simply unconscious. 

You stared up at the sky with blank eyes, the sparkle that could bring up sad spirits was no longer there. You watched the remaining shield fall, the shards shimmering like a firework, entrancing you like you were a child. Someone shouted your name and you looked down, your eyes meeting the one of a concerned friend. 

You opened your mouth to say something but the world turned black.

~

You woke up with cold biting at your body, causing a sharp shiver to run across your body. Your two sides, however, seeped with warmth. You glanced down to see two sleeping cats cuddled against you, gently purring.

It felt nice, like you had drunk a sweet, warm cup of hot cocoa on a cool afternoon and you couldn't help but giggle lightly at the feeling. 

This stirred the Exceeds and their eyes flew open as they leaped up against you and grinned brightly, "(Name)!" Two forms at the side of the room shifted and your eyes adjusted to the streaming light, finding the Twin Dragonslayers slumped against the wall snoozing.

"Wake up you lazy-bums!" You cursed jokingly, the two nearly jumping out of their seats. Well, actually Sting did fall over in his chair, his face hitting the wooden floor with a thump. The medical advisor, Porlyusica, rushed into the room when she heard the commotion.

She scolded you for yelling and nudged Sting with her foot as he twitched, his tired, blue eyes slitted with annoyance. "Oi, watch it, hag." Porlyusica snorted angrily and smushed her staff into Sting's face before attending to you.

"W-What happened?" You asked, your voice raspy and sore, as if you drank a warm water full of sand. Porlyusica shook her head and mumbled nonsense before explaining your past battle. "You used too much magic, child. You nearly killed yourself, considering your already poor host of magic and the extreme measures you took, ignorant child."

You shrugged casually, having no real response to her or her account of the problem. Truth is that your voice was caught and you were too choked up to say anything.

Rogue's ruby eyes glared at you from behind his mangled, raven hair. He chided with anger, "how could you be so stupid?! You almost killed yourself and now you're acting as if it were nothing!" Sting frowned and tried to calm his partner down but to no avail, words kept spewing from his mouth.

"I fucking heard your heart stop. You would've died leaving Frosch and Lector and Sting and me over some stupid Mage that I was supposed to take care of. You thought you could protect everyone and save the day, is that it? Are you trying to be some top-shot Mage? How fucking obtuse and naive and foolish can you be?!" Rogue breathed hard, his rage still evident. 

You gave him a bland stare, the tension so thick and long it could feed people for months. No one said a word. Your heart lurched and you couldn't hold it back, your head already going on some broken record, repeating every word over and over.

Stupid, obtuse, foolish, naive. They echoed soundlessly through your mind, bouncing off and breaking every single mental wall you had like paper.

Your (eye color) orbs welled up with tears, only pride, like Rogue had said, held them back. Your face scrunched up in a frown as you hiccuped a sob, your hands coming up to cover your face. Sting cringed and looked away, too ashamed to not have stopped Rogue. He briskly walked out, shaking his head, a dark look in his eyes.

Rogue was in worse condition, now noticing how hurtful and just wrong his words were. "(Name)..." Rogue started but Porlyusica had already pushed out the door and slammed it in his face. "And don't come back!" She snarled, rubbing her hands together and cursing about how she got stuck in the middle of something she didn't want to be in.

She glanced at you and sighed with pity, watching the two Exceeds try and calm you down, but you could not stop the steady stream of tears that was unleashed because of your childhood friend.

"Fro says sorry on behalf of Rogue, he was just sad and angry all at the same time. He was scared. Fro thinks that he likes you." 

"I am also sad that Sting did not do anything. He is his best friend, see, and if he cares about you, why doesn't he make a stand for you?"

You sniffed and quickly wiped away your tears. "I *hic* am sorry that I am just a blubbering mess of emotions *hic* right now. I tried to stop it *hic* but it wouldn't stop." 

The two promised you weren't burdening them just as Porlyusica walked in, giving you a bottle of medicine. "You should be fine after a good week of rest and one daily dose of medicine. NO MAGIC." You nodded feebly, swinging your legs over the side and standing up on weak legs.

Was it your physical or mental condition? You didn't know, maybe both perhaps. "If I say myself, I was surprised to see two dull-headed Sabertooth members at my door. Being of Fairy Tail, I was ready to kick them out of my forest but then I saw you in the midst of it. You were pale, sickly, and I never knew those two pompous idiots would have a thought in their head about caring for someone other than themselves-" She glanced at the Exceeds. "Or their pets. Now then, get out of my house."

After a giggle and a blush, you left the house only to see Sting there, Rogue nowhere to be seen. Sting leaned against a tree, his arms crossed and his face dark.

You shyly approached Sting, stumbling a little over your sleep-worn legs. The Exceeds helped you regain your balance a few times. Sting glanced up, his blue eyes flashing, noticing your struggle to walk.

You started, "where-" Sting walked towards you and covered your mouth with his hand, giving him a puzzled expression. Then he swung you up bridal style and carried you silently, much to your dismay and embarrassment. His chest was so close now and you couldn't help yourself and cuddle yourself into him.

~

Later, you two both arrived at Bell Towers. After being carried for a while, some strength returned and you were able to walk by yourself. The whole conversation between you and Sting had been no more than whispers and meaningless questions. 

You dared not to speak of Rogue and the incident. You didn't want to strike a nerve and neither did Sting. As you two headed up towards the elevators, many employees gave weary looks and the atmosphere seemed gloomy.

The rest of the way was silent, the tension building each floor the elevator went up. When the small ding was heard, it opened and you stepped out but Sting did not follow. "Sting-"

He shook his head. "Sort things out (Name). I'll wait for you." He cracked a small grin and waved, the small Exceeds sitting on the floor gave him weary looks. You shrugged but returned the small smile to Sting, your heart beating a little faster. "U-uhm." 

You gulped as a small thought running through your head, your cheeks slightly warming. Before the doors could close, you rushed up and blocked it with your foot before you wrapped your arms around Sting's shoulders. 

You held him tightly, burying your head into the soft fur of his vest. His body warmth swept through your own, comforting you knowing that another human being held you as close as you. His golden tufts tickled your cheeks as you breathed deeply, your heartbeat slowing. His muscled arms wrapped around you felt like they would never let go but they did. 

You backed away from the hug then smiled. "Thank you Sting." He stared at you for a second, his azure orbs searching for a response. Before you could even react, he leaned in and pressed his lips against your's, disappearing as fast it came when the elevator doors closed. 

Even with the lingering, sweet taste of Sting's lips against your's, you didn't become flustered.

~

The door before you was more cold than you remember. It was looming and dark, inflicting warm memories of yesterday. Those memories did nothing to change your dark mood. You placed your hand on the doorknob, feeling the cool metal under your skin. 

You pushed down and opened the door, revealing a room devoid of light. The curtains were drawn but that didn't stop you from noticing that the place was in chaos. Things were strewn all over the place, the TV cracked and books ripped. Some chairs were turned upside down and a bad feeling entered your stomach, your heart sinking. 

What... happened? 

You observed the damage, noticing that most was done recently. You cautiously peeked around the corner in the kitchen, finding no one but more broken items.

You dared not to step in, sharp shards of dishes strewn all over the tiled floor. Something dark stained the checkered ground and you quickly backed away, shutting the door quietly. Your curiosity even refused for you to further investigate.

Ignoring Sting's arachnid-infested room, you creeped up to Rogue's, leaning your ear onto the door, listening for signs of life. You faintly heard soft breathing and to confirm your suspicions, you slowly pushed the door open. You saw a black mass on the bed and your heart stopped.

Rogue was sleeping on his bed, his body still and breathing gentle. You approached him gingerly, careful to step over any broken things on the way. Despite his peaceful-looking form, his face was still scrunched into a scowl, dark magic seeping from him from dreams or worse... nightmares.

You sat on the bed, the mattress dipping to your weight. Rogue's hair circled him like halo, revealing his second eye like a curtain and a show. Your eyes softened as you caressed his silky cheek, circling his skin with your thumb. You rubbed around until you met his hair, petting him and running your hands through his hair.

Noticing your touch in his subconscious mind, he mumbled something and slept on, your limbs freezing in surprise. You then smiled and continued your ways, comforting him with caresses.

Is this strange? Petting them while they sleep? I mean, I'm not doing in it a creepy way. He's my best friend and waking him up may be a bad idea. Screw the insecure thoughts of my mind! I do what I want!

You sighed, lying down next to him. You faced him and continued your sweet caresses, feeling the softness of his hair and face, enjoying the way his scowl slowly disappeared. The steady sound of your heartbeat lulled you to sleep, your eyes drooping as you faded into the peacefulness of sleep.

~

When sunlight streamed through windows awakened you, your limbs were stiff and you were uncomfortable, finding yourself squished and cramped. You went to stand when two arms tightened around you, suffocating you like you were a pillow. You cracked your eyes open to met the closed ones of Rogue's. 

Immediately you blushed, not for the sake of sleeping with him but the thought of being so close. You noticed everything about your crush now: the dark eyelashes brushed against his cheek, the fuzzy hairs on his lip, the pores of his skin, the plushness of his lips. 

Your body relaxed and shifted only slightly so you could be closer, returning his affections with your own hug. You gave out a small purr and snuggled into the crook of his neck, his natural scent calming you.

You were lounging and snuggling with him until you felt him shift. Surprised, you shut your eyes and pretended to sleep. Rogue obviously noticed you and, as gently as possible, unwrapped his arms from around you and laid you down on the bed. 

You continued to pretend to sleep despite him making all these adjustments. Suddenly, Rogue stopped moving but you haven't felt the mattress lift so he was still on the bed...? 

A small creak indicated he was here and when you opened your eyes to greet him, you were met with the warm lips of Rogue. Your face heated up and your limbs froze, unabling you to return the kiss.

Rogue pulled back after a few seconds and you quickly closed your eyes again. You heard a faint chuckle as you felt the mattress lift. "(Name)... you have no idea..."

The door shut.

~

*5 Months Later* 

~

Chirp Chirp

You groaned in protest as you sat up in your bed, the wallpaper around you glistening with light. Your eyes burned and you scrunched up your eyelids to try and prevent them from hurting to no avail.

You sat up in bed, the coolness of your room punched your arms with gossebumps. You shivered, running a hand through your bed head. You accidently pulled a knot out of your (straight/curly/wavy) hair and you winced visibly, letting out a small 'ow'.

The pain subsided but a new pain arose. "(NAME)!!" Your ears screamed just as you did as you fell off your bed in surprise, giving you a heart attack. Sting barreled into the room, knocking down the door with a fistpump. Lector sat on his shoulder, yelling with him.

You groaned on the floor while Sting shouted random events and things at you, telling you to wake the fuck up. You hissed at him and stuck your tongue at him childishly. "Jeez Sting, I'm up, I'm up, don't get your panties in a twist."

Sting grinned and laughed obnoxiously, causing a pang to strike your temple. "Please Sting... you're giving me a headache." Rogue walked into the room suddenly, raising an eyebrow on the all the commotion. "Ugh Sting, what did you do to poor (Name)?"

Sting shrugged, brushing by Rogue and entering your living room, plopping down on your comfy couch. Rogue shook his head and helped you up, the newly (favorite color) tattoo on your hand catching your eye. The Sabertooth bind has always caught your eye nowadays.

Rogue noticed your quick stare and flashed a smile. "Still getting used to it, eh?" You nodded, giggling, and brushing off your pajama pants. "It's still strange to see this tattoo on my hand but don't get me wrong, I still love being in the same guild as you." You smiled, softly pinching the skin on your hand.

Rogue rolled his eyes and chuckled, shaking his head. "You are strange." You shrugged and pushed Rogue out of your room to change. Once done, you made your way to the living room of your apartment. Sting sat, a bored look on his face as he stared mindlessly at the TV.

Rogue looked between your books, browsing your selection of assorted fantasy novels. The Exceeds were watching TV with Sting, watching it with great interest. You walked in and collapsed next to Sting, sighing deeply. "What's the mission this time?" You asked.

"Dark Guild calling themselves the Vulcan are attacking a small village in the West." Rogue answered, flipping pages of a random book. "Alright... we better get a move on." You sat up and stretched. "Let's race." The Twin Dragon Slayers groaned audibly. "Again?" Sting complained, scratching at the fabric on your couch.

"Last one to the Train Station gets a kiss~" You giggled, slipping out of your apartment. The two exchanged glances before jumping up and running out the door proclaiming that they would beat the other.