Forgotten Memories

Chapter 4 – A Bad Morning

A/N: Sorry for the late update Dx Thank you Ella for beta reading this for me :)

Genre: Romance, Hurt and Comfort, (slight) Humor, Tragedy, Friendship, Drama

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Fairy Tail, Hiro Mashima does.


"Yo."

Rogue gave Sting a nod in greeting and Sting sweat dropped, "Holy shit Rogue, what's with the silent treatment?"

Rogue blinked.

"I always treat you like this."

Sting remained silent and thought about it for a few moments before he winced. "Oh yea… you're right," he said and his eyes turned into equal signs. Rogue rolled his eyes and sighed.

"Hey Sting, I have a favor," Rogue said and Sting's perked.

"Hmm! What can the great Sting do fo—"

"I need you to live here for a while. Lucy thinks that we live together in this house so live here, okay? Go home and get your stuff, I'll make dinner for me and Lucy. But be here tomorrow morning, do you get me?" Rogue said. Sting winced; he didn't like the tone of the brunette's voice.

"Uhh… sure," Sting said and scratched the back of his head.

Rogue nodded, "Then you can leave now." And he resumed his cooking. Sting stared at Rogue in sadness and just sighed.

"Well… see ya tomorrow."

Rogue watched the door close shut and he inhaled sharply, grabbing a bundle of his hair. He looked at his watch and frowned, it was time for dinner.

The brunette slowly walked upstairs and entered Lucy's room, where he found her sleeping peacefully on top of the comforter. Rogue walked closer and sat on the edge of the bed, a sad look dawning on his face.

She looked so peaceful.

He frowned – she definitely looked much better than when she was with him.

Rogue stood up and stared at her one more time before he turned around. He took one step forward and he looked down at once.

"W-Where are you going?"

The brunette looked over his shoulder, "I'm going downstairs to make dinner. Do you want to come and see?" A soft smile grazed his lips and he stared at Lucy with a soft stare, he couldn't afford scaring her. She was after all, his wife, who had no idea that he was her husband.

Lucy stayed silent and stared at her lap, anxiety growing inside of her. But despite that, she looked up and gave a crooked smile, "I-I'd like to."


In The Morning

A moan escaped the blonde's lips and she placed an arm over her closed eyes, attempting to shield them from the bright and harsh sunlight passing through her window. A yawn was soon heard after and she threw the comforter over her head, her eyes opening after.

She felt like hiding in a rock.

Her eyes felt so sore and tired, she didn't want to go down for breakfast. In fact, she didn't want to go out of her room at all.

Lucy frowned; she remembered the conversation she had with Rogue last night. According to the male, he wasn't going to prepare her breakfast in the morning. She was going to. Though it wasn't much of a bother to the blonde, she just really didn't remember having any cooking skills. Actually, she was really bad at cooking—at least that's what she knew, from experience.

She shuddered and wrapped her arms around herself. She wanted to go home. She missed her friends, family and her team. She missed her mother's grave!

Lucy raised a brow in surprise, "That was an odd declaration."

She bit her lip and just let eyes close shut. She just wanted to sleep. Maybe if she did, then Rogue would let her pass—at least for now.

But luck wasn't always with her.

Knock, knock!

Lucy gripped the comforter tighter and didn't move. She wanted to sleep.

"Lucy, wake up," Rogue's voice was heard from behind the door, somewhat sounding teasing and mischievous yet tired and distressed.

The blonde made no sound, nor any move, she just laid still. She didn't want him to know that she was just pretending to be sleeping to escape cooking breakfast for her, no, for her team.

"Please, just go away," Lucy begged silently, clasping her hands together.

"I know you're awake Lucy," the brunette on the other side of the door reprimanded.

Lucy inwardly cursed and closed her eyes tightly before releasing a breath she held. She slowly uncovered herself from the comforter and stared at the door in fear and anxiety, should she open it?

BANG!

Lucy gulped. She should.

Lucy clumsily stood from her bed and started stumbling towards the door. She gripped the doorknob shakily and turned it. However, she did not pull it open.

A silence enveloped the two persons from each side of the door and Rogue sighed, pushing the door open.

Surprised, Lucy stumbled backwards and held onto the doorknob like her life depended on it. She looked up at Rogue from her bangs and slowly stood up, fidgeting.

"We're hungry, and you still haven't prepared breakfast yet," Rogue reminded her, stuffing his hands in the pockets of his black dress pants as he leaned against the doorframe. "Don't tell me you forgot?" he asked, raising a brow in a questioning matter.

"I-I didn't," the blonde stuttered, staring at the floor. What had she done wrong to deserve this?

"Good."

Lucy stared at her fumbling hands with an anxious frown on her lips, what was she supposed to do now?

As if Rogue was reading her mind once again, he tapped his watch and raised a brow, "Well? Aren't you going to cook breakfast?"

Lucy gulped and brushed past the brunette, "R-Right."

A great rise of anger suddenly replaced the fear in her heart, she didn't deserve this! Lucy growled dangerously and tried to keep calm, clenching her fists tighter. She could hear Rogue's footsteps behind her as she stomped her way down to the first floor. Biting the inside of her cheek, she was found facing face to face with Sting who blinked, leaning against the wall just on the foot of the stairs.

"Yo Lucy," the male blonde said. He smiled; sweat dropping at Rogue's sharp stare just behind her. He looked back at Lucy and found her slowly smiling back.

"Good morning Sting," Lucy said and excused herself before ducking under Sting's arm, heading towards the kitchen.

He raised a brow and looked at Rogue who just shrugged. "I told her to cook breakfast, so that what she's about to do," he said and sighed, ruffling his own hair. "I need to go on a mission soon, my budget is running low," he said with a grunt.

"Are you sure it's fine for Lucy to cook?"

Rogue blinked and looked at the blonde through his bangs. "Why wouldn't it be?" he asked and frowned, raising a brow.

Sting sighed and stared at Rogue worriedly, "Lucy only learned cooking when you two started dating. Since she has amnesia, do you even think she'll remember what you taught her?"

Rogue went silent at this and he sighed before dragging a hand down his face.

"Of course, I knew this would happen. In the end, I'll be the one to cook and she gets to be the one who'll wait."

Sting opened his mouth to calm him down but Rogue immediately rushed to the kitchen.

"Doesn't she realize that I'm waiting for her?!"

Sting stared at the floor in agony for the brunette and he heard his final yell.

"I'm waiting for her memories to come back! I'm waiting for her to love again and yet she… she doesn't know a thing!"

Rogue gritted his teeth, "It hurts…"


Comment from Rosella:I feel so sad for Rogue, I wish Lucy realizes sooner rather than later. I don't want Rogue to have to go through all this, but this is an enchanting plot. I just love this! Sorry for not getting this in earlier, it's all my fault, I know…again. :'( Sorry…

I probably missed some mistakes as I was trying to get this done, sorry if you spot anything and I didn't correct it… No Beta's Comments this time, as it is basically the same…

A/N: WAHHHH! ROGUE! If you're sad, just come to me! TT^TT Oh, right, I forgot, your name is Raios now xD Anywaaay, I hoped you liked the chapter - even if it's short - and I hope you still keep up with this story.

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