Disclaimer: I don't own Fairy Tail, just this story.
On Earthland, a great day loomed in the morning, with the sun shining in a cloudless blue sky. In certain guild, commonly known as Sabertooth, a slim young man of average height with rather messy black hair rested on his room; the male weared a long, black cape reaching down to his feet, with golden edges, a much lighter collar circling his neck, and a prominent, white ribbon hanging down on his chest. Below it, he seemed to wear a plain greyish blueish tinted white shirt, with prominent brown cuffs. From a light sash circling his waist hanged a distinctive, pale blue cloth waistguard, consisting of four long pieces of cloth reaching down below his knees. Each of these pieces is adorned by a large, dark cross with fan-shaped arms. Below such waistguard, the young man weared a pair of armored boots, which, on the front, beared plates bearing the very same motif which appears on the previously mentioned waistguard.
"Ah..." The male, vertically laying on his bed, placing both hands behind his head, sighed as he admired the ceiling of the room he was in, in clear boredom; he had woken up earlier than usual due to light insomnia problems, and had already accomplished his morning tasks despite the fact that it was his free day. The young man, without any other other assignment to accomplish and in order to rest a bit, slowly closed his crimson-colored eyes, being progressively dragged into a soporific state.
"ROGUEEE!" A clangorous voice could be clearly percieved from the guild's hall, voice that deeply disturbed the comfortable state the young male was submerged in. "Oh, no..." He muttered to himself, slightly irritated by thunderous noise at such time. "ROGUE! ROGUE! ROGUE!" The uproarious voice gradually intensified, seeming to head towards the room where the man was resting; the male, prepared for the unavoidable.
"Morning, Rogue!" Showing no sign of respect, a slim, yet muscular young man of average height with blond spiky hair broke inro the room where gothic-looking one seemed to be resting; he was wearing blue vest with golden outer edges and inner edges covered by a prominent trimming of gray fur over a short, cream top, leaving his muscular upper abdominals exposed. His arms were covered by dark blue gloves reaching up to his mid-bicep, with their upper edges being adorned by light gray bands hanging down several centimeters. He weared loose, cream-colored pants held up by suspenders, which were attached to the pants' loops by square-shaped rings.
"Morning, Sting..." Replied the one apparently known as Rogue, as an unamused expression was lightly drawn on his face. "What do you want?" He asked, lazily devating his gaze towards the blond man; the one appararently known as Sting. "Have you forgot already, Rogue? Our bet from the other day!" Exclaimed Sting, showing what seemed to be a usual nonchalant temper, "You owe me breakfast! At Magnolia Town!" Rogue sighied, remembering now his ridiculous bet based on a Poker game with his companion, "You cheated, Sting. I owe you nothing." He coldly replied. "Oh, come on! It was not cheating! Just... Aiding myself lightly!" Insisted Sting, snickering lightly, "Please?" The apparently more serious male took a large breath, as he slowly disposed himself to get up from the bed he was laying on, "If I do... You promise to leave me alone for the rest of the day? It's my free time." Sting nodded, hinting an affirmative response, "Yeah! Let's go then?" Rogue rolled his eyes, nodding back to his companion, "Let's go then..."
With Rogue's affirmative response, both men exited the room, making their way through the hallway to finally walk out from the imposive building, in order to head towards Magnolia Town.
End of Chapter 1