Skiadrum sent his son an annoyed look.
After Rogue had left the forest earlier that day, the Shadow Dragon had went into Shadow Mode, and crawled into the pocket of his oddly oblivious son. From said pocket, he had been watching what Rogue was doing. He has never been more disappointed.
His son, Rogue Cheney, THE Rogue Cheney, Shadow Dragon Slayer, had wasted a perfectly good chance at creating children. Children for Skiadrum to love, cherish, cuddle with, read bedtime stories to, and to kidnap. (Don't tell anybody he thought of any of said things, especially any dragons. They'd never never stop teasing him for the rest of their lives, and the Lord knows how long dragons live.)
So, after deciding that he needed an explanation of why in this world his son hadn't taken advantage of the situation, he had told the mage to go back to the forest. Once there, he had gone out of Shadow Mode, and stared at his son expectantly, tapping one of his front claws to the ground in a fast, rhythmic beat.
"I don't understand why we're here." Rogue's voice broke him out of his thoughts. Skaidrum narrowed his eyes.
"Rogue, you are a HUMAN. You have rather strange and demanding hormones. Now, tell me, what were you thinking when you saw the Celestial Spirit Mage?"
"Eh? Um, how strange she is... Wait, what are you saying?"
"Don't play dumb, Rogue. I need to know if you're attracted to the female sex or not."
Rogue's eyes widened considerably, and a faint blush could be seen across his cheeks. His father was questioning his sexuality? THAT'S why they were in this situation? His sexuality, of all things...
"Yes, Skiadrum, I am attracted to women. Why did you feel the need to question that?"
Skiadrum sighed in relief. His son was heterosexual. That would have to be the best news he's gotten in the last few centuries. At least.
Despite the good news, Skiadrum took one long look at his son with his giant eye and growled. Not an affectionate one, not a playful one, an I'm-annoyed-with-you growl.
"Rogue, I'm going to see how smart you are. Who do you think took Lucy's wallet and placed it in your hand?" Skiadrum asked.
Rogue blinked, then gave his father an annoyed look. He had known his father was rather good at making huge and intricate plans, stuff that worked. To say he was worried didn't even begin to describe his emotions when he had Ulysses S. Grant for a dad.
"Rogue, why won't you even attempt to have more than an interest in the opposite sex? I don't want a son who will grow old, with no one to carry on his line. All the other dragon slayers have chosen their mates, yet you are still fumbling when you catch merely a whiff of an available female!"
The shadowy dragon shook his massive head, then rested down on the ground with a great shaking of the earth. "Why Rogue must you be so difficult?"
Rogue crossed his arms, annoyed at Skiadrum's meddling with his social life.
"Maybe I just don't know where to start okay?"
"Have I taught you nothing? First, you remove of your clothes an-" Skiadrum begins, only to be interjected by Rogue.
"I don't mean like that! I am perfectly aware of how to do th-that. I just want to fall in love before I do."
"But those thoughts get in the way of children," growls the dragon, so low that Rogue can't hear it.
Skiadrum shakes his head, yet again. On one hand, he should be proud that his son wishes to be with someone he loves, much like the other dragon slayers. On the other, this gets in the way of so, so, so many children. After a moment of thinking, he decides to tell his son a story.
"Rogue, when I was a teenage dragon, as you can imagine the worst kind of dragon, during the war, I had been taken over by the shadows. I had killed countless humans, as well as a hand full of dragons. I had grown a lust for the smell of blood, and the sight of a broken body. But, when I had met your foster mother, I had changed. Nictrilli, the Celestial Dragon, one of the strongest dragons in existence, my world had changed. She had given me hope, as well as love, and helped me fight off the shadows. They never went near me again. We had become mates soon after, and had went to opposite sides of the world many, many years later to raise humans. To humans, the Celestial Mage, the strongest one in existence currently, is very attractive. You need to mate before another human, or dragon, does. If you wish for a strong human of stars, of course."
Rogue groaned. Did his dad seriously just want him to drop his pants for Lucy?
With dragons, they knew who was their mate and they had no problem expressing it, but it was much more complex with humans like Rogue. Why wouldn't Skiadrum get that? It wasn't like he liked Lucy…
Did he?
Lucy was one of the most beautiful people had met. She had this rare golden hair, a rare magic, she was always willing to help someone, she had creativity, loved literature, wrote literature, knew how to bring someone's mood up, she treated everyone with kindness and compassion, she knew her limits but was willing to push them for her friends…..
Wow, was he a stalker.
What was worse that Skiadrum practically read minds.
"Rogue, I may not know much of the human's mating rituals, and I may be a little pushy, but when you think you like someone, you have to see if you can, well, like-like them for the rest of your lives. Like me and Nictrilli…."
Rogue sighed as Skiadrum looked up at the blue sky and whimpered. Nitcrilli had disappeared when Rogue was little, but he knew that Nictrilli wasn't dead. If a dragon's mate died, so would they. It was unbearable to a dragon to deal with a loss that big that they could feel in the depths of their soul. Nictrilli had disappeared around X777, but Rogue knew Nirtilli wasn't just out there look for them.
"I promise Skiadrum, one day I'll find momma". (A/N: Rogue does not have issues, he says Momma with pride! {As do I})
Sting Eucliffe... a playboy, more or less, to many people. He smirked and teased and complimented his way to many women's beds. It was easy, a pattern really.
I take that back. It obviously wasn't as easy as Sting thought if Rogue couldn't do it. Yes, Rogue would blush and feel attracted and suppress nose bleeds, but he never made a move.
To be blunt, it sickened Sting that his best friend was still a... a... dare he say it?
A virgin.
Out of all the women Sting had attempted to pair him with, including Minerva, fans, and members of other guilds, Rogue was still a nineteen year old virgin. Sting shudders just thinking of that fact.
Now, you're wondering where he is shuddering, aren't you?
At Fairy Tail, of course! Voicing his complaints to Natsu, Gajeel, and Laxus. Being LAXUS, of course he's had his own fair share of sex, as well as Gajeel, and Natsu was pretty sure he was about to tie the knot himself, only his first time would be with his mate, as well as his last.
"It's f-ed up, y'know? He hasn't even kissed a girl yet (later on, in my turn, I will have Rogue remember his first kiss. Sting just doesn't know about it)!"
"Raios, if I remember correctly, was rejected pretty harshly as a kid. He's probably afraid of getting rejected again." Gajeel commented
"Hey, in all the amount of time I have known Rogue Chenery, he has never had a girlfriend!" Sting said exasperated.
"You never know Sting, you just aren't the easiest person to talk to", Laxus voiced.
"But Rogue-" Sting began to say, suddenly catching scent of a blond Lucy coming through the door of the guild. All four dragon slayers turned and sniff. She smelled faintly of Rogue, somehow. How was that possible? Was it the conversation? Or the drinks?
Before Sting could think anymore, a flying projectile hit him from above, a short imp like creature with gray hair and pointy shoes.
"Oi, the master of Sabertooth here in my guild? Conversing with my own brats?" Makarov shouted!
"Ji-san, they are talking about Rogue and his lack of adventures with women", Mira said with a giggle behind the bar while her guild master tried to kill his rival with his pointy shoes.
"Oi? Lack of relationships with said little shadow? Why didn't you ask this old geezer?" Makarov said, jumping off the light dragon slayer. "Old people have influence! I had to have a deep talk with my son about this and guess what? Nine months later I got my own Laxus!"
The grandson groaned whilst Mira winked.
Suddenly, Natsu stood from his seat, and walked out of the guild, loudly muttering something along the lines of "sorry," "Lisanna," and "make out".
Those present in said conversation, besides Mirajane who was too busy giggling, to watch him walk out.
And, besides Makarov, of course. He was too busy eyeing at Lucy's body.
Sting sighed. His childhood idol had been a very dense mage, once upon a time. Sting was hoping that Natsu was break Rogue of his lack of women. Now it was down to Gajeel and Laxus.
(No way was he asking Master Makarov for help. PERVERT isn't a big enough name to describe the man. Even 'child molester' would be better.)
Sting looked back towards the other dragon slayers, secretly taking note that the Celestial Spirit Mage was talking happily to Gajeel's mate... Well, whatever the blunette's name was. He'd have to ask the blonde later why she smelled of his best friend.
"Well... it could be worse," Gajeel started, "Wendy already knows who her mate is, yet she's too young to mate. Rough, huh?"
Sting nodded, sighed, and planted his forehead on the table loudly. Why couldn't Rogue get a girl? Why?!
Wait. Sorry, I need to rephrase that again. Why WOULDN'T Rogue get a girl? Girls practically line up to throw themselves at him, yet he only declines. It. Sucks. A. Lot. To watch such a thing. Sting is, frankly, tired of seeing the women get rejected.
Should he start introducing MEN to Rogue?
~Night Time~
Lucy had her opinion of Rogue. He was calm and quiet, with hardly ever a play of emotion in his face. He seemed shy, but not to where he would run from someone speaking to him. He was collected and nearly mute, following Sting's words always. He played his moves well, but never rejoiced . He kept his face stoic.
Lucy had actually felt just a twang of pity of the shadow dragon slayer. He never tried to stand out. He'd rather fade into the milk pool of crowd instead of stand center stage.
He seemed to avoid her at all costs, probably because of, well, the GMGs.
Well, Lucy had no time to think of such things, she wanted to hopefully have a second night of uninterrupted sleep. Lucy remembered to fully put on her pajamas and she climbed into her soft bed.
Then her door bell rang.
Lucy groaned, a growl by dragon slayers standards. She opened the door with a huff, but her face immediately softened noticeably when she saw the cat in the pink frog suit, eyes on the brink of bursting with tears.
"Rogue got into a fight with Sting and left the house. I can't find him!"
Lucy looked confused at the poor exceed. Why...
"Your scent was on Rogue's clothes, so I thought you might help me. I can't ask Sting because he doesn't ca, and I can't ask any Sabertooth because that would make Rogue-Kun get in big trouble!" Frosch cried.
Lucy sighed, "Let me get better clothes on."
Lucy grabbed some grey sweatpants, a cheap red tshirt, a blue blanket, and simple white jacket. She followed Frosch out the door, down the stairs into the night.
"YOU ASSHOLE!" Sting yelled at Rogue, an empty beer bottle slamming down on the table, nearly shattering. Rogue didn't flinch at Sting's attitude, his face emotionless , which all the more frightened Lector and Frosch in the corner who were quivering.
"WHY CANT YOU JUST STAND UP FOR YOURSELF?!" Sting screamed, punching Rogue, or trying to. His lack of coordination due to being intoxicated. Rogue didn't mind the yelling. He'd grown used to Sting getting drunk, yelling at him, and then waking up like he loved everybody. He never remembered his drunken rampages, and Rogue nor exceed breathed a word of it. It wasn't like Sting was always like this.
Rogue knew he had to knock out Sting, and he did, his fist colliding with Sting 's head, making his friend slump.
But less than a second after peace finally came did the half full beer bottle hit Rogue full on in the back.
It was a delayed reaction thing. Rogue didn't fully register he was bleeding and that there were shards of glass piercing his back through his plain sleep clothes shirt. The scent of blood didn't hit his nose until he had stumbled out the door.
...
The shadow was curled up in fetal position beneath a tree around five miles out of town. It was like that shadows had carried him there, there was no way he had stumbled upon the tree's cradle-like roots on his own. Maybe Skiadrum was nearby but didn't notice, probably asleep. Maybe Rogue himself knew, he was unsure.
Rogue curled up beneath the roots and let a shaky breath escape his lips. God, his back...
He faded to black, but not before he swore he heard Nictrilli.
"Rogue YOU BASTARD WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?" Sting yelled out as he went his merry way through the woods.
Sting sniffed, then growled. Why couldn't Rogue be a normal human and not have the sense to cover his scent?
"Rogue? Rogue?! You douchbag!" Sting yelled.
"Shut up will you?" Said a voice.
Sting cringed. He'd heard that voice before.
"Hello Ms. Poryulisca".
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