Finally, I rise. Blame writers block for the lack of updates. But I should slowly be getting back into the groove of things. Hopefully.

This is just a little something I managed to finally finish; AU setting, just two best friends playing video games. Then add the headcanon of mine that Rogue totally has a thing for Kagura's legs (and ass, although that isn't mentioned in this) and a wandering mind and I ended up with this. Probably could have turned this into smut, but lmao lazy.

"You know," Rogue paused, glancing away from the television screen briefly at the girl who was rummaging through his wardrobe. He frowned when the game controller started vibrating in his hands, only to glance back at the screen and curse at the sight of the hell knight attacking him. "My mom did buy you pyjamas to wear for when you stayed over." he finished, letting out a puff of breath in relief at being able to take it down without dying.

Glancing over her shoulder Kagura shot him a look, "I know, I do wear them."

"No, you wear the bottoms and steal one of my shirts."

Kagura rolled her eyes as she pulled out the desired shirt she was looking for before closing the wardrobe doors. "Still, I wear them." she huffed, throwing her blouse at his face as a signal for him to keep his eyes on the screen.

Rogue growled, throwing the garment off of his head and back in her direction, peeved that she had distracted him from his video game. "Can you not, please and thank you." he grumbled.

"Oh, shut up." she scoffed in reply, pulling the shirt over her head before moving to lay down on the bed next to him. Kagura glanced at the screen, to which she believed she did at the wrong time. Rogue's character had just kicked someone in the back of their leg before snapping their neck. "Couldn't you have been a little more humane?" she stressed, wincing as he continued on his bloody path of destruction.

"This is Doom, I don't think humane is in this games vocabulary. And besides, they're the possessed, I have to kill them. It's a key part of the objective."

"Doom as in that movie Dwayne 'The Rock' Johnson was in?"

Rogue pulled a face, partly at her question, but also at the summoner what had appeared and kept teleporting all over the map. "Yes, that Doom. By the way, Doom was around even before he made that movie, and might I add that movie was terrible."

Kagura refrained from rolling her eyes, Rogue was always the one for games of the bloody kind. She remembers him going missing for nearly two days after Gears of War 3 was released, he played the whole campaign in one go and then crashed for a whole day. And then there was Evil Within, which he once again binge-played until he was done. That time she did however visit him during this time, mainly to check that he had eaten, taken a break and took a shower. It was kind of ironic as he didn't care too much for horror movies, yet played a game classified as a survival horror.

"Couldn't you have played something I could have also played?"

"I swear if you suggest Bayonetta," Rogue side eyed her briefly before averting his eyes back to the television screen. "I will have to fight you. Besides, what's wrong with Doom? You could play it too." Okay, maybe not, especially with the way Kagura was cringing at the sight of the gameplay.

Four out of ten, too much blood.

But Rogue had had enough of Bayonetta as it is, especially with Sting constantly playing it. That and he always had her dressed in the Star Fox outfit — fluffy tail included — which made Rogue slightly uncomfortable. Then Gajeel had to go and put ideas in Rogue's head by expanding on the fact that their cousin enjoyed looking at the costume, assuming that it was Sting was into that kind of thing. Gajeel's assumptions, not his! Rogue felt like he should have been surprised, yet he wasn't.

Then again, no one in his family was normal. He liked to believe in the notion that he was the most sane, alongside Wendy.

His one brother, the eldest — and the adopted one, Gajeel pointed that out once during an argument at dinner only to get punched in the face and a bowl of mashed potatoes dunked on his head, but he really is adopted — Erik gave no fucks about anything or anyone unless you were named Sorano. He was quite fond of telling people to 'go fuck themselves', and had quite the short temperament to endure another persons presence. All you had to do is be in the same room as him, breathing and he'd tell you to 'fuck off'. Except mom and dad, they got the nice version called 'go away'.

Then there was Gajeel, the one who wanted to be a rockstar, yet was tone deaf. His songs were always about himself, and he always had to throw in the words 'shooby do bop'. Mom hated his piercings. You'll ruin your handsome face! Not like it was anything pleasant to look at anyway, Gajeel was always scowling at you, so it instantly just made him appear highly unapproachable. Rogue didn't understand how a miserable jerk like him ended up with woman like Levy.

And finally there was Rogue, the youngest of the three brothers. Also known the baby of the family or the family emo, as Erik and Gajeel called him. Mom would always ask when he would stop hiding his handsome face, as his hair always obstructed the one side. "It's not a phase, mom." he would constantly say. That and always question why he always wore dark colours, mostly black or grey. He was just prepared for Natsu's funeral; the idiot was always doing stupid shit, he was bound to fuck up sooner or later. Rogue had heard just about all the jokes and puns, seen all the memes and had sassed back with comments of his own.

One thing was for certain, that the Cheney-Redfox boys were a bunch of sarcastic, angsty assholes.

"Pokémon battle's don't count for fighting." she quipped, poking Rogue in his side. That earned her a quick glare for two reasons; one being the fact that she had once again distracted him. The second was her mocking Pokémon. "What's wrong with Bayonetta? Besides, I was going to suggest Wind—"

"No." he instantly cut her off.

"But it's Legend of Zelda!"

"Fuck that game. Fuck it's auctions, fuck the King of Red Lions and fuck those leaf things what look like bad art projects." Rogue ranted. Somewhere in his twenty years of living, Legend of Zelda: The Wind Waker had wronged Rogue Cheney. What the game did? Nobody knows.

Kagura had to bite her lip to refrain herself from laughing. Rogue always got frustrated with that game and she didn't understand why. It's a good game! Plus it's more brighter and colourful than the game he was currently playing, the only thing bright in Doom was the blood from the demons and the candles dotted around summoning circles, which were drawn in blood. Of course, what else were you suppose to use for summoning demons from the gates of hell? A Parker pen? Sharpie? Wax crayon, maybe? And why candles? Did the demons suddenly think that the rooms needed ambience? Maybe they were into fancy candles. Part of her mind then wandered to what scent they would prefer, perhaps hell, fire and brimstone? No, too cliche.

"Besides, I borrowed Wendy my Wii U anyway so no Wind Waker for you. " he smirked glancing down at Kagura only for the smug look to instantly disappear. She had her head propped up, resting her chin on her hand as she glanced at the screen, unbeknown of Rogue's staring.

He had seen Kagura wear his shirts a numerous amount of times, yet the sight of her in his favourite band shirt just did something for him. But it shouldn't. You're her best friend, dumbass. However despite his mind telling him one thing his eyes decide to wander further down her body. Oh boy, those legs. Why did she have to choose the pyjama shorts? The length of the shirt made it look like she wasn't even wearing anything underneath.

This was one of those days where jeans were a regrettable choice of clothing.

Rogue propped his one leg up, the one which was closest to Kagura, as a means to shield his semi-hard on straining against the dark denim. God, help me if this grows into a full blown erection. This was something Kagura didn't need to see.

Well done asshole, you got a boner over something stupid. You're twenty years old, yet you're acting like a fourteen year old finding porn for the first time. I know, but can we talk about those legs. How could you think of her in such a way? She's you're best friend, dammit! Yeah, but lowkey I'd let her crush my head with those thighs. What the fuck is wrong with you, asshole? Get your head out of the gutter. She is your best friend. Best. Friend. The best of the friends. Fuck that, boy you better throw that controller down, throw them legs over your shoulder and eat her—

"Are you okay?" she asked, eyebrow raised as she glanced up at him. Kagura was okay with seeing Rogue space out, as he did that all the time however she became concerned when he froze up, eyes wide.

Blinking a few times, Rogue glanced down at her to see her staring up at him with concern. "Yeah, I'm fine." he shrugged her off, hoping that she would buy it. He really needed to change into something more loose fitting, and maybe take a cold shower. She didn't need to know about him wanting to shove his face between her legs. That's not what best friends do.

"Okay?"

"Okay."

"By the way, an ugly floating thing with teeth totally just chomped on you."

"Fuck!"