I used to be on here a few years back under a different account name, during my dark middle school years. Here's my new start. This will be multi-chapter and will be updated on my own time. Hope you enjoy this short, first chapter thing. (And please be gentle)
Disclaimer: I will say this once. I do not own Fairy Tail or anything from it. Just my own plot lines.
-Sarah (6/6/16)
(Revamp: 6/21/16)
"God. Oh, what the hell."
His red eyes narrowed in confusion as a blonde girl popped out of his wardrobe, tripping and landing gracefully into a heap on his carpet. Her short white shorts and tight black tank top left little to the imagination. She wore brown over-the-knee boots with faded gray socks peaking out of the tops a bit. She also donned an old key on a chain around her neck. He pegged her to be about seventeen or so, maybe. It took another second of observation before he realized a key bit of information. He had no idea who this girl was.
He watched with wide eyes from his desk, having been caught halfway through a spin in his wheeled desk chair. She uttered some more muffled curses under her breath ("I'm gonna' fucking- UGH!") as she picked herself up and dusted herself off. He watched as she scrunched up her face and looked around, giving his small apartment a once over before her chocolate orbs settled on him. She scanned his body from toe to head before she realization dawned on her face. She pointed at him and cocked her head, her mouth dropping open. He just stared right back at her, red meeting brown. It was his room anyway. They looked at each other for awhile before she cleared her throat.
"Uhhh..." She croaked, fidgeting with her necklace, the old key's ridges being traced by small, delicate fingers.
"Hello," he replied, waiting for more. The clock hung precariously on the far wall of his apartment ticked right on.
She walked towards him, slowly, and crouched down in front of him, never breaking eye contact. It was as if he wasn't a human, but some foreign being she was afraid would eat her alive. He felt a slight tinge of offense at her studious gaze. He watched her calmly as she reached out a small hand towards his face. Then he bristled, not used to nor comfortable with physical contact of any kind, much less from some stranger that must have broken into his room as some point. She retreated at his reaction. She was even more cautious now, and moved to stand. "Hey what year is it?"
"2014," he said, absently making a mental note that, yes, he should be worried about this strange person. He watched her curiously as she looked upwards in thought, she pressed her lips together into a thin line before she looked at him again.
"M'kay, thanks… uhh…"
"Rogue."
"Thanks, Rogue."
With that, she turned around and vaulted through his open window and through the bushes. He was caught off guard for a second, then hurriedly rushed to his window, knocking his desk chair over in his scramble to his window.
"Hey!" He yelled. She was halfway across the parking lot of his apartment building. She whipped around to look at him.
"What?" She yelled back.
"So who are you, anyway?" He yelled. He had a million other questions too, better, more logical questions, such as 'Hey, how the fuck did you fit in my tiny wardrobe? 'or 'What the hell were you doing in my apartment?' or 'Should I call the cops?', among others.
She paused for a second before yelling back, a huge smile plastered on her face.
"I'm a time-travelling space pirate!"
For some reason, he really doubted that.
He watched her cross the street, seemingly not noticing, or if she did, not caring about the oncoming traffic. He had a mini heart attack for his intruder as a truck passed with her still in the road. But then when it was gone, she was too. Simply vanished as if she was never there.
Okay maybe he doubted it a little less now.
He stood there for a solid five minutes before spurring himself to action. He calmly shut his window, closed his blinds, turned off his desk light, crawled in his bed, and made a quick recall of all food and narcotics he's taken in the last forty-eight hours. After concluding that nothing he's had recently could've been poisoned or hallucination-inducing, he pulled up the covers over his head. When he next awoke he'd chalk it up as a weird dream.
A really fucking weird dream.
He knew he wasn't dreaming the second time, sadly. Mainly because when you're dreaming you don't feel pain. But his palms were scraped up and the impact of his rear on the pavement didn't feel too nice either. Groaning, he reached around himself, beginning to pick up his bag and books that fell out of it, along with his thermos that had broken and spilled his coffee on the ground. He cried a little inside as his liquid lifeline dripped into the cracks in the sidewalk.
It really wasn't his day.
He whipped his head up to look at whoever felt the need to stop so suddenly in the middle of the sidewalk and (inadvertently) spill his coffee.
His eyes trailed over golden locks trailing down past slender shoulders and - okay we won't mention those (although they were kind of in his face, but he still was a gentleman at heart) - to the black tank top and tall brown boots. Realization flitted across his features as he jerked his head up to meet big brown doe eyes.
He made a noise not unlike a strangled duck as he backed away a few paces. His eyes widened at his own reaction.
The buxom blonde stared at him like a dear in headlights, as if she hadn't expected that she'd actually knock him down. She shook it off rather quickly as she took in the damage.
"Sorry, Rogue!" She chirped, her eyes flickering momentarily towards his spilled coffee and broken thermos.
He didn't respond. He wasn't ready for his next meeting with the supposed space pirate. He didn't think he'd ever be ready for it. Honestly he'd thought it was all some really fucked-up dream he'd had when it happened a few days prior. (Of course he hadn't completely thought of it as a dream but he did try and try hard to make it seem so in his mind. Well, that didn't work out so well.)
She thrust her hand out towards him, he stared at it for a second before taking it. She hauled him up with surprising strength for her size, which he noticed now that they were both standing, was at least a head under him. She made a quick effort to brush him off, then she blushed a bit as she realized their close proximity. Rogue gently pushed her away as he picked up the broken pieces of his thermos and chucked them into a nearby trash bin. "Yeah, I'm so sorry, Rogue. I can get you a new one."
He sighed a bit and brushed his hair out of his face. "It's okay. I wasn't paying attention. It was a cheap one I got from a giveaway anyway," It wasn't exactly that, as he'd gotten it from Sting who had gotten it from a girl who had stalked him for a couple months. Sting felt the need to get rid of all evidence of her in any way possible. (Rogue also had a few heart-shaped erasers and a homemade muffler. The rest was burned by Sting in a not-so-legal fire he had atop their apartment complex.)
She pouted, it was obvious she was thinking of ways to make it up for him anyway. He had a good feeling she was just that type of person though. After mulling it over in his head for a moment, he spoke, "You could make it up for me by walking to my next class with me?"
She perked up at that and quickly nodded her head, eager to make it up to him.
"Onwards! Captain Rogue!" She cheered as she grabbed his hand and stretched out her other arm, pointing in front of them as she dragged him in the direction he was heading previously.
He couldn't help but smile just a little bit at this weird new person he'd acquainted himself with.
He'd see her many times over the next couple weeks. Just brief glances, and all a little strange in their own ways. She tended to come and go at random.
During an afternoon lecture she had walked right across the lecture hall behind the teacher - in one door and out the other - but when he'd ask someone if they knew her afterwards they'd say they hadn't seen her at all.
She would be in a store's window looking at things inside as he walked past, but when he'd do a double take and look at her she'd be gone.
He'd seen her browsing books at the local library as he walked by the aisles. And again, when he's gone back to see her again it'd be as though she was never there.
Every time she appeared she'd disappear just as quickly. He'd thought about it long and hard one day on the way home and had come up with a few conclusions. One was that she absolutely loved playing games such as hide and seek and was playing one with him constantly and she'd never told him. Another was that she was always busy and had to do things quickly and he just had really bad timing. He briefly considered the idea that he had a personal stalker. Haha, no. A fourth was that maybe she hated him. He didn't like that one so much for some reason, so he quickly threw it out a mental window and watched it explode on impact.
Eventually he had decided to go with the most reasonable, likely option:
"She really was a time-travelling space pirate."
He promptly smacked himself in the face, to the surprise of many others walking around him on the crowded sidewalk. Rogue was snapped out of his inner reverie as he watched them. ("Mummy, what's a space pirate?" "I don't know, Asuka. keep walking. Keep walking.") Damn, said it out loud. As they scurried away from him he sighed.
Shit, I'm going crazy.
Rogue groaned as he heaved his face off of his desk where he had fallen asleep. He scratched at the keyboard imprint that he just knew was on his face as he took a fleeting glance at the clock that hung on the far wall of his apartment. It was about three AM, so he'd been asleep for about five hours. He ruffled his hair as he hoisted himself out of his chair and into his kitchenette. A quick search in his cupboard and he produced a bowl and a mug. He rustled through his drawers and got out coffee grounds and a spoon. As he continued to make a balanced breakfast of coffee and corn flakes he checked his phone.
His lips formed a thin line as he turned on the screen to reveal nine missed messages. One of them was from his chemistry partner, who texted to tell him that they'd meet up tomorrow at their place to finish their lab report. He typed a quick reply and moved himself towards his old couch situated in front of his cold fireplace. As he ate his cereal (he'd poured some of his coffee in there with it) he reluctantly checked the rest of the messages.
From: McDick (10:14 PM)
ROgueeeee! Sweethearttttt!11 Call mee!
From: McDick (10:16 PM)
Roguee! . Plz! i got something 2 tell u
From: McDick (10:25 PM)
U in the showr?
From: McDick (10:26 PM)
Did u get a boyfrnd in my absnse? bby?
From: McDick (10:26 PM)
Dont leave meeeeee Rogeyyyy illdieiswearyouasshole ToT
From: McDick (11:48 PM)
Rogue
From: McDick (12:04 AM)
O cum on rogueeeeee plehzzz. i wnt evr spit in ur coffee again i swr
From: McDick (12:07 AM)
or steal ur toothbrush.
Rogue's fingers couldn't dial the blonde's number fast enough. He was completely ready to tear him a whole new one. He could hear him shuffling on the other line, along with a faint - distinctly feminine - moan. Rogue tapped his foot in annoyance, having a fairly good idea what Sting was doing right now, and it wasn't sleeping.
"Ooo- yeah I'll be right back, Yukino. Wait just a second - Rogue?" Thumps were heard as Sting left what was likely the woman's bedroom in favor of somewhere more private. "Awwwweee did you miss me, sweetheart?" Sting 's voice practically sang his name, and it royally pissed him off.
"I thought you were completing a residency period, not seeking residence in a woman's bed, Sting." Venom coated Rogue's words, but he had a feeling it was lost on Sting's ears.
"Would you believe me if I said she was a patient?" Rogue's silence answered his question. "Guess not."
"Yeah, fuck no." Rogue growled.
Sting's sigh carried heavily over the receiver. "Is this about the toothbrush?"
He'd kill him. "We'll talk about that later, Sting. What the fuck did you want to tell me so badly?"
A pause on Sting's end told Rogue he'd completely forgotten that that's why his friend called him.
"I'm coming home in a couple weeks! I'll be home on the twelfth of October. I know you must have missed the great Sting Eucliffe, your partner in crime and favorite slash only friend," Sting's satisfaction and obvious whole-hearted belief in his words reminded Rogue just how much Sting got under his skin. In all his years, Rogue had never found someone so perfectly wrong in his life. But he was too far gone now to get rid of Sting, as once Rogue had him there was no way Sting would leave. Rogue likened the blonde to a bad case of herpes.
"Well, great." Rogue deadpanned. "I'm so excited."
"Was that sarcasm I heard?"
"Oh wow how could you tell?" It was practically dripping onto his wood floor.
"Just a really really good guess."
"Sure." A pause.
"So did you really not miss me at all?" Sting's question was laced with a tinge of disappointment and sadness that Rogue, sadly, couldn't deny feeling bad about causing. (Even if Sting was a massive dick and his actions did nothing to help that fact.) Even if Sting was annoying as fuck, Rogue had missed his good friend. He filled his empty apartment with life and was always nearby in case Rogue got bored or, he wouldn't admit, lonely. He'd never told Sting, but he was sure Sting was aware of Rogue's reluctant acceptance of his friendship. Sting acted like a dumbass, but he almost always knew what was going on.
Rogue sighed and admitted, "I do miss you, Sting. Even if you're a moody little prick."
That was the best Sting was gonna' get and they both knew it. Sting, satisfied, went on to ruin it.
"Wanna' get married, Rogue?"
"Ah- FUCK NO, STING!"
Sting's roar of laughter was cut short as Rogue hung up.
He swore there was something severely wrong with his friend. Rogue picked himself up and dropped his dishes in the sink before sparing another glance at the clock. It was nearing four AM and Rogue decided that he was tired enough from dealing with Sting that he'd get a decent amount of sleep before he had to wake up. He shuffled over to his bed and had gotten all comfy cozy when he heard his phone buzz from where he'd placed it on his bedside table. He lazily felt around in the dark for it and switched it on. He took one look at the message before he chucked his phone across the room. In the morning he'd find it to be in a potted plant beside the fireplace.
Rogue swore he'd kill that gay-ass motherfucker next chance he got. He'd unleash a whole new hell on the unsuspecting blonde.
From: McDick (3:58 AM)
BTdubs i lied bout the toothbrush and spitting in ur coffee. it worked doe! ;) ;) ;) Luv uuuuuuuuuuuuuu, see u in two weeks rogue
A/N: Sting is bi. Rogue is straight.
