Going Against the Current
Chapter 10 – Pride
A/N: Hey guys! I'm so sorry the chapter took so late x_x Ella was busy, hahaha. But I thank you Rosella for beta reading this for me :D Anyway, I'm planning on something. Hehehe, something xD Kind of like a contest? Hmm, a one-shot contest. I'm not yet sure so those who want to join, tell me in your review later and I'll think about it or we can talk about it on my page and blog :)
Ahhh, I should stop talking o.o Just go on and read.
Genre: Romance, Humor, Friendship, Hurt and Comfort, Drama
Disclaimer: I do not own Fairy Tail, Hiro Mashima does.
Sting sighed and mumbled curses under his breath as he swept the floor in Lucy's room. Drops of sweat slid down his forehead and he imagined that it was snowing, trying to get rid of the heat. He grunted and threw the broom in anger, "Fuck, I don't know how to sweep a floor."
"What?"
Sting's eyes widened and he went silent, immediately reaching for the broom. He began sweeping the floor, his face distorted in a look of concentration as he tried to at least sweep the floor properly. He closed his eyes and waited for a yell or something, but when he didn't, he looked over his shoulder to find Lucy leaning against the doorframe, smirking at him.
"Don't tell me you can't even sweep the floor," she said and when he nodded, she laughed, then walked over to Sting. She stifled a laugh and took the broom from him. "It's like this," she said and swept the floor with perfection – well that's what it looked like in Sting's view.
"Now, you try," Lucy teased, handing over the broom to Sting who frowned and stared at it before gliding it against the floor. Once he realized he was doing it wrong, he cursed silently under his breath.
Lucy laughed and grinned, standing behind Sting. She held the hand that Sting used to hold the broom and held his other hand which had the dustpan. Sting blushed furiously, "What the hell are you doing?"
Lucy glared at him, "Ehem."
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Purrrrr
Lucy grinned deviously, "Yes, you may speak."
Sting grumbled under his breath and inhaled sharply. "Master, what are you doing?" he asked and stared at her lividly.
"On second thought, you can just call me Mistress, I like it better."
Sting closed his eyes and purred once again. Once Lucy gave him the signal to speak, he mumbled in annoyance, "Mistress, what are you doing?"
The female blonde smiled in amusement, "I'm helping you learn how to sweep a floor."
He purred once again, "I can learn how to do it by myself."
Lucy rolled her eyes and gripped his hands tight, earning a hiss from him. "No, you can't. So, stop complaining or else I'll give you a spank, slave," she emphasized the last word with a sly smile and Sting's mouth fell open in disbelief.
"Now, relax your hands. I'll guide you," she whispered in his ear and he flushed once again. Lucy patted his hands and he finally relaxed. Lucy gripped the hand firmly – but not too tight – and glided it down the floor, sweeping the dirt to the dustpan. She did the action a few more times and when Sting got it, she released his hands.
Lucy smiled, "Do you think you can do it now."
Sting covered his blushing face with a hand and nodded, "Yea."
"Well, I'll go downstairs for a second. I'll make some sandwiches for us," the blonde mistress – or so what he calls her – said and left the room, leaving him alone.
Sting lifted his hand and placed it over his forehead, staring at the floor with wide eyes. A flashback of the time she held his hand flashed in his head and he covered his mouth in absolute shock. While he pondered over his thoughts, the sound of glass shattering broke his train of thought. He panicked and ran, "LU-MISTRESS?"
He ran down the stairs and skipped a step all the way. When he reached the kitchen, he found Lucy staring at the broken glass and plate on the floor, with Jellal patting her back.
The bluenette looked up and smiled apologetically, "I'm sorry, Lucy's hands slipped."
The said blonde raised her head and smiled clumsily. "Ah, sorry, I'm clumsy," she said and diverted her gaze from Sting to Jellal, "I'm fine now, thank you."
The bluenette nodded and walked past Sting, "I'm just going to get the broom and the dustpan."
Grab.
Time seemed to stop as Sting turned around and grabbed Jellal's wrist. Sting's eyes bore into the bluenette's, "I'll do it, I'll clean the mess. Just wait here."
Lucy and Jellal blinked as Sting left the kitchen. They were both left staring at each other and Lucy laughed and smiled at the same time, but only the sound of a breath being released was heard. It didn't even seem like she laughed. She covered her mouth in surprise as her eyes widened, "Did he just…"
Jellal laughed and ran a hand through his hair, "That was unexpected. Well, I have to go. I'm meeting up with Rogue today, I don't know why though. I'll see you later."
Lucy smiled, "Take care!"
"Sure."
When Jellal left, Sting came back with the broom and the dustpan. He started picking up the shattered glass and placed them on the dustpan. He swept the small shattered pieces and walked around Lucy; heading for the trash can just near her. She watched in amazement as he threw away the pieces and washed his hands. She heard the water stop running and Sting took the broom and the dustpan again. He looked at Lucy and purred, "I'll be upstairs cleaning your room."
Surprised and astonished, Lucy just nodded absentmindedly.
She looked down and smiled fondly, "Well, I guess my plan to change him is working."
Lucy yawned and looked at the clock, "Mama's late than usual. I should cook di—"
She stopped talking and immediately rushed up to her room. When she reached there, she found her room clean – sparkling clean!
Her eyes widened. Her bed was made, the sheets were folded, her books were in an old shelf and everything was just… clean. She looked around and found Sting in the bathroom, washing his hands. Lucy blinked and knocked on the door as she came in, "Thanks for cleaning my room."
Even though he did not purr, Lucy allowed him to speak.
"It's fine Mistress."
Lucy frowned and hummed. As an idea came to her mind, she lit up. "Are you hungry? I can cook dinner if you like," she said and grinned.
But to her surprise, the almighty arrogant, selfish Sting just shook his head. "No, I'm not hungry. I'm still not done cleaning your mom's room so—achoo!" he sneezed halfway and he blinked, covering his mouth. "Excuse me," he mumbled and wiped away the sweat on his forehead with his forearm. He turned off the water and took the broom again, "You can go to dinner without me."
Lucy blocked his way and looked up at him – her head wasn't even up to his shoulder – and glared at him. "No, no more cleaning for today. Well," she paused and touched his forehead with her hand, "unfortunately, you have a fever."
Sting looked down at her and purred, "…But what about Heartfilia-san's room?"
Lucy shrugged and dragged him to another guest room just beside Jellal's. "You can clean mama's room when your better. I'm not planning on letting you clean while having a fever, you might faint," she said and flicked open the lights. This was the last guest room. It had white walls and black furniture with a grey and black bed. "You'll be staying here for now, wait here," she said and left the room again.
After a minute, Lucy came back with a damp hand towel in her hand. She walked over to the bed and patted the comforter. "Come here," she said and allowed Sting to lie down. Once he was lying down, she covered him with the sheets and placed the towel on his forehead. The sudden coldness made him shudder and he sneezed once again.
He purred, "I-I'm fine."
"No, you're not. I'll allow you to speak freely for the time being. But when you get better, you have to purr."
Sting nodded and coughed, "O-Okay."
Lucy frowned as the blonde leader closed his eyes. Lucy stood up and walked back downstairs. She walked in the kitchen and opened the fridge, staring at its contents.
"I know what to do."
Sting coughed and opened his eyes, as he did; he felt his face flush in embarrassment. Lucy was blowing on a spoon. When she looked back at him, she beamed. "Oh, you're awake! That's great; it'll be easier to feed you," she said and placed tasted the soup, "Yummy."
"F-Feed me?" Sting said, baffled. He blushed harder and smiled weakly, "T-That's not necessary!"
Lucy blinked and rolled her eyes. "Don't be such a baby, I bet you'll just drop the spoon if you try to eat the soup yourself. It's fine, I'm used to feeding people anyway," she said and mumbled the last part.
At this, Sting blinked and raised a brow in confusion, "Used to it? Why?"
The female blonde smiled and stirred the soup. "Sometimes, my cousin Asuka comes over and I watch over her when her mother and father are busy. She got sick once and I fed her the same soup, she got better in a day or so," she said and smiled nostalgically.
Sting blinked and looked away, "F-Fine… you can feed me…"
Lucy looked and him and grinned mischievously. "Finally. You should lower your pride a little, sometimes it's the thing that hurts you the most, you know." Sting rolled his eyes and went into a sitting position.
Sting looked down and opened his mouth as Lucy fed him. He felt so embarrassed, he felt like a kid. Though, he never really knew the feeling of being fed by a mother. His mother was always busy with work and his father was the president so they didn't have time for him. The maids usually tried to make him get better by medicine but it never really worked until his sister fed him soup. However, that situation was different from the one right now. That time, she was forced and was about to leave for school. This time, Lucy wanted to do it because she just wanted to.
"Open up," Lucy teased and Sting opened his mouth obediently as Lucy fed him.
Somehow, he felt his heart thump against his chest. He felt warm and fuzzy inside. He wondered what would have happened if he had lowered his pride.
…Would she still have fed him?
Lucy blinked as Sting gazed off into nowhere. She frowned worriedly, "Sting, is there something wrong?"
The said blonde snapped out of his daze and smiled at Lucy. "No, there's nothing wrong," he said and Lucy smiled slightly.
…No, she wouldn't have fed him if he didn't want her to.
Comment from Rosella: I think that's a weird way to end the chapter, but maybe I'm saying that because I didn't want it to end… XD Anyway, I'm sorry that I didn't send it to you earlier; again :'( I still loved it, as always, although nothing really important happened (except Sting and his growing feelings).
Beta's Comments: You should try to avoid repeating the same words again in a sentences or paragraph, as it does get a little old. Possible attempt at more advanced vocabulary or just a wider range, either is fine. Overall, I like it! XD I might have missed some mistakes as I trying to get this to you as fast as possible.
A/N: Nawww Ella, that's fine :) Uhh, I'm sorry but I can't reply to your reviews on this chapter. Maybe I'll just reply them via PM for now because I am absolutely tired from practicing a dance and I just woke up from my nap but my whole body hurts. I'll try to reply to them later or tomorrow if I can. So, did you guys like the chapter? Sting's feelings are growing OwO WAAAHHH!
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