Dragon Family Values

Disclaimer – I do not own Fairy Tail

Summary: Rogue senses a threat around every corner.

Author's Note #1 – I'm using the 100 Theme Fanfiction Challenge for this collection. I thought it'd be something different.

Author's Note #2 – This one I am rating T.

Author's Note #3 – These drabbles are pretty much one-shots and are not related to each other in any way unless otherwise indicated.

Trouble Lurking (Rated T)

As soon as his hand touched the book, Rogue whipped his head up, knowing that something—no, someone—was watching him…again. Lifting the book, the dragon-slayer peered over his shoulder, but saw nothing. Shrugging, he placed the book in his arms and continued on his way home.

It wasn't until he'd nearly reached the apartment complex he lived in that he felt eyes on him again, which wasn't unusual considering how famous he and the other members of Sabertooth were. But this just seemed different.

He stopped and turned around. "Who's there?" Rogue didn't really expect an answer, but it was worth a shot.

Looking around a few more times, he inwardly shrugged before jogging up the steps to the complex, leisurely making his way to his apartment. Key in hand, he slipped it into the lock, and opened the door.

As he shut the door behind him, he tossed his keys on a small table and dropped his book on the couch, where he clumsily plopped himself next to it. He let his head fall back, closing his eyes and basking in the silence.

Until he heard something fall in the kitchen.

And did someone just hiss?

Leaping off the couch, Rogue grabbed for the nearest weapon—which happened to be a rolled up piece of newspaper—and crept toward the kitchen.

"Who's—Sting?!" the shadow dragon-slayer exclaimed incredulously. "What the hell are you doing in my apartment?"

The white dragon-slayer froze, not expecting to have been caught, apparently. "Nothing."

"Nothing? You break into my apartment and you call that nothing?"

"…"

"Wait. Is this about that nonsense you were talking to me about earlier?"

"What…nonsense?" Sting replied, trying to look confused. Perhaps he could try and fake being drugged to get out of this situation.

"The whole speech you gave me yesterday about finding the key to my heart."

"I have no idea what you're talking about," the white dragon-slayer deadpanned.

Rogue glared at him. "You broke into my apartment!"

Perhaps faking being drugged wasn't such a bad idea after all. "I didn't break in."

"Then how else do you explain being in here?!" he snapped.

"I used a key."

"A…huh?"

"Your spare key that you keep under the mat. It's quite stupid, actually. Anyone could break in," Sting admitted.

"You think?!" Rogue roared, not wanting to acknowledge that it was Frosch who'd done such a thing. "Wait! Are you the one who's been stalking me, too?"

At this, Sting looked guilty. "I wouldn't call it stalking."

The shadow dragon-slayer sputtered in response. "Then what the hell would you call it?!"

"…actively pursuing?"

Rogue pinched the bridge of his nose, feeling a headache coming on. Why did the socially inept people have to take interest in him? "Can't you just ask me out on a date like a normal human being?"

"…that would work?"

"It's better than stalking someone!"

"Point taken," replied Sting a bit sheepishly. "So is that it then? The key to your heart? A date?"

Rogue resisted the urge to slam his head into the wall. "It's a start."

Author's Note – I needed a little Sting x Rogue in here. Please review!

*Next Theme – Tears*