Hey!

Okay, first I must apologise for if this chapter is not a good as the last few, I wasn't quite sure how to write it! D:

Second, math revision at school in the holidays is pointless. The most productive thing I did was circle theorem and listening to my friends prank call other friends. My exam is in two weeks, two of them, and that is how my math lessons are going. *Sigh*, here's to failing

Anyway, back to Rogue's point of view for this one, I hope you like it :)


Chapter Nine-

Staring at the bottom of your glass

Irritated, I tap at the bar counter top while staring into the glass my beverage is in.

I had returned to Magnolia an hour or so ago, slinking into the house I own in the suburbs very late at night. At this time of night, the streets are silent and dark. The place isn't very well lit, the reason I like this part of town so much. It is my domain, the shadows.

The rooms were covered in shadows and darkness. Trying to be as silent as possible, I strode over to my bedroom door and pushed it open. Stepping in and shutting it behind me, I had noticed a small lump on my bed. It was Frosch, curled up and purring softly in his sleep.

I had felt guilty, I had just left without a warning a few nights ago, Frosch must have been worried not knowing where I was. But I needed to get away, the crowds in the day and the rowdiness and boasting in the guild. Something I have become accustomed too, yet recently, has driven me insane.

I had stripped off my clothes down to my boxers, throwing my still warm garments over a chair in the corner of the room before I laid on the covers and stroked Frosch's head, in between the ears of my little exceeds frog cosplay. She stirred slightly, turning over, but stayed asleep. Sighing, I had removed my hand and placed it on my stomach with the other, laying on my back and staring up at the ceiling.

As sleep began to creep up on me I found my eyes becoming heavier after awhile, I closed my eyes only to be met with a blond head of hair a chocolate brown orbs. Opening my eyes quickly, I was shocked. Frowning, I questioned why the woman I had helped in the forest appeared in front of my eyes. After a while, I shook my head. Waving it off as nothing, I allowed my muscles to relax again and my eyes to close once more.

However, every time I had closed my eyes that night I had seen her face. Every time I opened my eyes and kicked myself for allowing that Fairy to creep into my head.

Why are you in my head, Fairy?

Cursing under my breath as the sun began to slowly light up my room in the early hours of the morning, I realized I had barely gotten any sleep, feeling the bags under my eyes.

"Shit..."

I'd mumbled crawling out of bed and into the bathroom for a shower, ready to go to the guild.

That had been a week ago. Every night since then had been restless. Every time I close my eyes, I see the blond haired Fairy I had saved in Fressia Town. Her bruised face and cut body. Golden hair and deep brown eyes, invading my dreams each night. During the day, I can't help by wonder what she is doing. If she is back at Fairy Tail or on another mission so soon. Is she okay and safe?

But then I growl at myself. I don't even know her name, so why do I seem to care so much about her? It's ridiculous. She is from Fairy Tail, I shouldn't care about her. Minerva always preaches of how they stole our title as the number one guild in Fiore, and how during the next Grand Magic Games we will regain our title.

So, why can't I get you out of my head?

I hear a low growl emanate from deep down within my throat. I am thinking about her again. Sighing, I lift my glass from its spot on the bar and take a long sip. The strong liquid flowing down my throat. I have never really been one to consume alcohol, but recently, after particularly sleepless nights, I find it helps me keep her off of my mind for a little while; clears my thoughts.

As I place my glass back down, I feel someone hit my back, before a sudden flicker of Stings blond hair comes into my peripheral vision.

"I'm surprised Rogue, drinking again?"

"And?"

Sting leans on the bar beside me, before calling over to the woman behind for a beer. He eyes her as he speaks to me, following her full curves which are barely covered by the deep green dress which clings to her skin.

"It's very unlike you. You're normally the responsible one."

"I am responsible."

"Pfft, leaving Frosch alone fore three days without a trace is responsible?" Upon saying this he tears his eyes away from the woman who had just placed his drink in front of him and over too two exceeds sitting talking at a table. Frosch, in her usual pink and black patterned frog outfit, only her green face visible, and Lector. Redish fur and sitting in his blue waistcoat, clenching his fists and declaring something. Frosch agreeing and curving her lips into a '3' shape. "She was so worried she came and found me and Lector. Turned down the offer of staying at ours so she was there when you returned home. That isn't responsible." He turns to face me. "Rogue."

"Hmm."

I sigh, irritated. I wasn't really myself recently, and it all started a few days before I had left Frosch and came across the blond Fairy. The man sipping his drink beside me is right, it is surprising I am like this. Frowning, I push my drink aside and get to my feet.

"Where are you going, Rogue?"

"To sort something out."

"Not running away again?"

"No." I snarl. "I'll be back. Tell Frosch that if she asks."

"Will do." Sting calls, his eyes back on the barmaid. Rolling my eyes, I head towards the guild doors.

Time to sort this out.