I liked writing this, but I think I might enjoy writing Day 4s more. XD Hope you like it.
RoLu Week- Date
Disclaimer: I do not own Fairy Tail!
I hesitantly sat down at the dinner table, sensing the other person in the room. My blindfold was tightened.
"Don't forget to be polite, can I trust you to take off this blindfold?" Mirajane asked.
"Yeah..." I groaned, Mira had set me up on a blind double date. I wasn't allowed to see the person until she finally took it off, the same was said for my 'date.' Mira took off my blind fold and I wasn't accustomed to the light. I swayed a little. Finally the light settled in. I looked across the table. Rufus Lore and Rogue Cheney were seated across from us.
"Nice to see you again Rufus-kun, you too Rogue-chan." Mira squealed, pinching Rufus's cheeks.
"Rufus is your boyfriend?" I asked Mira.
"Yep." she pecked his lips then they sat down. "And Rogue is your date."
"Nice to see you two, Lore-san and Cheney-san." I bowed, then sat down next to Mira.
"That's all?" Mira asked me incredulously.
"What?" I asked her.
"You two are supposed to be making out in some dark corner or something!" Mira exclaimed. "Get frisky! Flirt! Get the hell out of here if you need to. Just stop sitting there like a pair of idiots! This was for you Lucy!"
"Excuse me?" I asked.
"You are excused if you drag Rogue out of here." Rufus said giving Rogue a teasing push. Rogue had a light blush on his cheeks. "Get back here in an hour, or more okay?"
"I'm not going to get frisky but I can probably entertain Rogue for an hour." I held out a hand to Rogue, he shyly took it and came with me out on to the balcony. "When did you meet Sting?"
"8 years ago." Rogue replied bluntly.
"How?" I questioned.
"I met him in a forest, lost our dragons." he replied.
"You don't like banter much, do you?" I asked.
"There's nothing much to talk about." Rogue replied.
"Hobbies?" I asked, hesitant.
"Try a different topic." Rogue stated. I felt slightly offended but, what he said was true, why pretend to be passionate about something you weren't passionate about?
"I like reading. And writing, it's fun to watch the ink flow on to the paper, and create marvellous people, adventures, feeling the power flow through you as you control every aspect of their life. And it really just is in the palm of your hand." I said to Rogue, he smiled slightly.
"That's better." he replied. "Can I ask you a few questions, and you promise to answer them honestly? Then we can talk about what you want."
I thought for a second. "Sure."
"Were you honestly curious about how I met Sting, or were you just making conversation?" Rogue asked.
"Making conversation..." I said, slightly embarrassed.
"When you asked about hobbies, were you trying to find something you had in common with me, or thinking about what you thought you had in common with me?" Rogue asked, a hint of a smile appearing on his face.
"Trying to find something we had in common." I mumbled, looking down.
"And when you were talking about writing, were you thinking about what you think you had in common with me?" Rogue asked.
"Yes." I replied. "But that's three questions. You said a couple."
"But you answered it honestly, regardless." Rogue retorted.
"Touché." I laughed. "I want to talk about books."
"Have you read 'The Demented,' it's not a popular book because of the reality and horror of it, but I liked it." Rogue said softly, I could almost hear the smile in his voice.
"I love 'The Demented', it's so enthralling and exhilarating and it's like a slap in the face at times... But it makes you want to be a better person, but at the same time a cruel person." I said.
"I know. The author of the book was schizophrenic and had two conflicting views of life." Rogue said. I didn't reply, just basked in the silence for a minute.
"I have two views of life. The first view is that life is meaningless. Worthless. Unable to amount to something. Disposable. Only there for the next person to step up and live in luxury that you created. Rules. The second view is that life is magical, wonderful, filled with colour, and that it's fine to make mistake. That morals are rainbows, othere is no black and white, there's yellow and green and it's fine. Everything is fine, because life sorts itself out. The second view is where a life can be seen as a place worth living in. And it's fine." I said.
"Fine..." Rogue echoed softly. "I see the world in grey. Dull grey where happiness does not mean much because I know it won't last. I'm not a gloomy person, just honest. And as you said, it's fine."
"Is that true?" I asked him softly.
"Yes. Not everything is always good for me, but I accept it. It's reality." Rogue replied, taking off his cloak and wrapping it around me. "You looked cold." His cloak was still warm, he was right, I was cold, not that I had acknowledged it really. I stood there in silence, unsure of what to do. I looked up in to his eyes. Searching for truth. And that was all I found.
"Can we head in? I'm hungry." I pouted slightly. Rogue gently took my hand and led me back in to the dining room. The food had been served.
"Ready to dig in?" Mira asked, patting the spot beside her.
"Sure." I replied, the rest of the meal consisted of me and Mira talking and rufus and Rogue talking. At the end of the night I was approached by Rogue.
"I really enjoyed talking to you, Heatfilia-san." Rogue said.
"Is everything still fine?" I asked, sarcastically.
"Yes. Is everything still fine with you?" he asked.
"Yeah." I replied, sighing a little.
"Then this is fine." he pulled me in and crashed his lips against mine, I wrapped my arms around his neck and deepened the kiss. Hesitantly, he placed his hands on my waist. We broke away, for air. I blushed.
"That was fine." I said, then turned around, flipped my hair, and walked off. At the last second, I turned my head and gave Rogue a wink.