"STING YOU IDIOT HOW DID YOU LOSE TO 1ST GENERATION DRAGON SLAYERS!" Minerva yelled repeatedly.
At first Sting tolerated it, he would stare at the ground and pretend not to hear but now he was getting angry.
"SHUT UP YOU BITCH! JUST BECAUSE YOUR MOTHER THOUGHT YOU WERE A MONSTER DOESN'T MEAN YOU HAVE TO ACT LIKE ONE!" He screamed.
All was silent in the nearly empty room, only the two were there.
Minerva tried holding back the tears but it was all to much, she fell on the floor and began to cry, she was shaking, her hands were cupped over her face, her cries would haunt Sting forever.
"GET OUT YOU BASTARD!" She shouted, her voice quivered.
But he didn't leave, he bent down next to her.
"I...I didn't mean for you t..." Sting tried to say.
"You don't care about anything, don't think that just because you are here I think you are so loyal and that you care... She said.
He tried to comfort her by putting his arm around her.
"DON'T TOUCH ME" she yelled and moved back.
"The one thing I care about is you!" Sting cried
Minerva lifted her head up from her hands and stared through the tears.
"You... You are the first person who cared about me... she whispered and fell into his arms.
He hugged her as she explained she was forced to train everyday of her life, she didn't have friends, no breaks no mercy, and that throughout that period of time she had abandoned all feelings but that for the first time she felt something for another person.
Sting stroked her cheek and lent over to kiss her, she didn't pull away. His lips were soft and gently pressed against hers, it wasn't a long kiss. Both said nothing after that.
Soon Minerva fell asleep oh his shoulder he didn't move for she didn't want to wake her. Sting stroked her head and kissed her forehead.