Chapter 2: Heartless
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When battles and bloodshed indicate the power and dignity of one's clan. A young man continued to strike his sword wantonly at his enemies bodies, creating a bloody massacre pool around him. As he finished to kill the last of his enemies men.
Rouge Cheeney his most trusted companion and childhood friend came to report of their victory against a low class clan. "It is now guaranteed that it is our victory." Rougue said to his friend. "Of course, it is me who they are up against with." He then sheathed his sword and gather his troop. "
"Were finished here, call on the old man."
"Yes, sir!" the soldiers said in chorus.
Rogue looked at his friend looking smug, as he stared at the dead bodies of the traitors. Sting and a couple of his men along with his friend Rouge was ordered by his old man to slaughter a low class clan whom had been double-crossing them by sending assassins to kill the high standing officials in order for them to raise their rank in the inner circle.
"Hah. As if those imbeciles had a chance to win against me."
"Hn." Was the only response from Rouge who was busily scanning the left parchments.
Sting ready to smack his friend because of his irresponsiveness towards his greatness halted when a guard came upon him.
"What is it?" He asked nonchalantly but the guard was obviously nervous around the presence of the young master of the house. The guard was only 15 when he was entered by his father to join the yakuza, but not even his young age be an obstruction to not know the notable figure Sting Eucliffe really is.
"Sting-sama, Makarov-sama wishes to speak with you."
"Tsk. That old man." Annoyed to be called, but still went to see Makarov.
For Sting, Makarov or his 'old man' meant the world to him. When all had turned their backs on him, it was his old man who helped him back on his feet. Even after all he did, it was still his old man who watched as he, Sting from the house of the Eucliffes conquers the world.
"Oi! You lazy bum!"
"What did you say!? You old coot!"
"The old coot your talking to changed the sheets for you! You ungrateful child!"
"Okay, okay , you stupid old man. What did you called me for. I already kill the traitors."
Smack
"Ouch! What was that for!"
"Respect your elders! You barbarian!"
"Tsk." Sting quieted after this.
"Now back to business, you already wasted enough time at your tenacity for me to look upon God's given blessing to men."
•Smack•Smack•Smack
"You perverted old man..." Sting clenched his teeth to control his anger and annoyance at the perverseness of the old man.
"Now what did you need me for?"
Makarov now being serious, went to sit on his chair " I had receive some news that the Dragneels are planning to raise a war against us."
"Then let them, as if they'll win against me."
"Don't be brash. You impudent child."
"I'll kill them. Every each of them." Sting clenched his hand and turned his back.
"See ya in the city, old man."was the only words Sting said as he bid his father like figure goodbye.
'That child...' Makarov Dreyar, stared at the fading figure of his adopted son with sad eyes.
It was a while since he last saw Sting with genuine happiness in his eyes. But now It was always hatred, disgust and pain.
He always known that Sting hated the society he's living in. A world full of greed. And because of this greed that he lost his beloved mother...
Sting did not trust people, only with the exception of himself, Rouge and his pet cat Lector.
Makarov felt sadness in his heart, as he saw Sting drown in pain, even though he's only an arm away from him. He cant do anything to protect his son to the hatred and pain he felt everyday, since his mother died.
It was ironic that even though his son had anything he could ever wish for, nothing seems enough, not even his love can save him. He knew that Sting was both strong physically and mentally but what he had experienced as a child was too much even for him.
Every time he watched Sting fight, it was only sadness he felt because all he saw in his child's eyes is bloodlust. Makarov stared at the night sky with deep pain as he looked upon the stars. He clasped his hands and wished for the Kami's in heaven.
"I hope for my son's happiness."
Sting not wanting to relieve the painful memory, went to walk to around to clear his mind. When he stumbled upon a village in sight.
The village was lively even in the night sky, you could see the mass of people bustling with their goods as they tried to make business. Adorn with every necessities and wants a man desire was available in the market of this village.
Sting explored the market with boredom, having seen this kind of public place often, every time he and his men bought stocks of basic needs in their escapades.
When a flock of women dressed to impress wearing extravagant kimonos and heavy make-ups with their hairs done, were making comments to get the attention of the handsome blonde man.
Who could ever deny that he, the great Sting Eucliffe, heir to the Sabertooth clan is one of the most sought out bachelor was undeniably a very refined man. Having locks that was believed to be threaded with gold, captivating deep blue eyes and a very proportional face, made all the women and even some men turn knees their into jelly, just by looking at his face. Including his great physique because of his trainings and battles all over the years of his youth. Staring at his abs and the contour of his body makes all the women drool like dog to his favorite bone.
Dressed in a deep blue kimono with his chest visible to the public's eye to feast on, with a black cloth draped around his broad shoulder.
Many had wanted to capture the heart of the one and only Sting Eucliffe, but presently none had done a good job. Even resorting to having to take their clothes off just to have their hopes down.
Sting Eucliffe do not believe in love, it was only a casual fling or a shameless flirting he did but in every woman he was with, he did not kiss. He believed that those woman do not deserve him. He was like a fire to a moth, always attracting but never letting anyone close, for he burned them with his searing flames.
"Aww~ so dreamy." the girls sighed as they ogled at the fine specimen of man standing a feet away from them.
"Is he good in bed?"
"Those abs will be the death of me~."
"Kyaaaaa!"
When a woman amongst the group, latched an arm around Sting's torso.
"You looking for a good time, handsome?" the woman drooling like a dog in heat.
A face caked with make-up, a body obviously padded in the right places and smelled like she bathed a whole gallon of perfume.
Sting looked at the woman uninterested but decided he got nothing to do and to humor the woman.
"Sure, why not?" Sting smirked at the lewd women wrapped herself around him.
The woman named Ayumi, dragged him to the nearest brothel.
Ayumi, who was mentally rejoicing to have such a well-known person to be her customer tonight, looked at her fellow girls with victory. Having one of the most powerful and wealthiest person at this time and of course with his face as a bonus. Ayumi took a glance at the other girls, he applauded herself when she saw pure envy and anger was visible to their heavy make-up faces.
"I'm so beautiful, that even the Sting Eucliffe personally picked me~." the woman cling to Sting as if her life depending on him.
"Shh. Oi woman can you loosen up your hold on me, you're chocking me."
"I'm deeply sorry, Sting-sama but I can't seem to stop myself from touching you." she said with pure provocative in her tone while batting her eyelashes seductively at Sting.
Sting looked at the woman with lack of interest.
He saw many with that expression.
Almost every woman he came upon him looked at him lustfully, fear or with shy affections.
But he always encounter women who wanted his money, fame or to increase their family's honor by associating with him. Being faced with fake faces everyday, it became normal for him to be with those type of person and play their own game, but he was also an excellent player.
He played their game and ended up the victor always. Sting and the woman leading him came to halt when he saw Rouge.
"Dreyar-sama wishes you to go in Magnolia to serve as a spy incase the Dragneels were to impend a war, if not return immediately and we will be the one to start the war."
"I see, well let's go now. I can't wait to see that damn salamander's bastard face."
Sting brushed the hand that were around him as he went to follow Rouge."
"W-wait a sec, Sting-sama! Where are you going?!" Ayumi asked desperately
The two covered their ears as the woman's screech made their ear drums bleed.
"It's none of your damn business where I go to. I don't answer to you." Sting said coldly as he and Rouge left.
"Hahahahahaha" the women chorused as they stared at the pitiful woman.
Rouge glance back, when he saw the obvious embarrassment of the girl when she was left by Sting.
'Ouch. As brutal as always." he thought, pitying the girl.
He turns his attention back to Sting, who was obviously not affected.
"Who's that woman?"
"Hmm?" "I dont know." Rouge faced palm as he stared at Sting.
"Well you're getting hopeless, you don't even know who you are with."
"As if I wanted to know who she is, she's not even worth my time."
"Haven't heard the elders saying 'Don't talk to strangers?' "
"Will you just shut up, smart ass."
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A/N: This fic is an Alternate Universe. The period is Heian so old age of Japan :)