Hope everyone liked last chapter, I couldn't wait another week to post this puppy up. Next chapter is going to be a bit steamy, so be prepared :) Hiro Mashima owns Fairy Tail, but other than that enjoy!

~Chapter 9~

Back at the Fairy Tail guild Laxus dropped a drunken Gajeel onto the cold hard floor, as he handed his grandfather a hefty fine from the magic police for loitering. Disappointed in his fellow dragon slayer, Laxus left the younger man on the cold floor. Master Makerov wasn't as hostile as his grandson, especially since he knew what was going on. With a tight lip, he got off from his high desk and place the boy on a lounge chair, at the tender display Laxus looked puzzled at his grandfather. If Natsu, Gray or even himself would be presented to the old man with such a hefty fine for such reckless behavior, they would all be beaten up senseless.

"Jiji, what's up with this sick mothering of the iron fool?" Laxus booming voice resonated in the cozy office.

At the accusatory remark, the old man began to sweat bullets, as his mouth shut worse then Wendy when in the presence of sour berries. His old heart began racing, and facing his grandson was going to be difficult, so he kept his 'mothering' eyes on Gajeel. Sensing the nervous energy, Laxus glared at the trembling man's back and growled lowly, warning his grandfather to only utter the truth or remain quiet. Sighing at the options before him, he continued to stare at the passed out man, and remained quiet, knowing too well that Lucy would never return to Fairy Tail if he ever revealed any of her tight kept secrets.

"Fine, keep quiet, but I'll be watching." Laxus warned his grandfather as he slammed the office door as he exited.

Flinching at the crashing door, the old master exhaled in relief. The last thing Lucy would need is all the male fairies defending her honor and killing Gajeel. 'If only you weren't such a coward, Lucy. Now so many people are going to suffer.' Makarov thought to Rogue, who he remembered looked pleased at his riddle-like answer; he acknowledged the boy was a brilliant tactician and the gears in his head function at an optimal rate. The next months were going to be a vicious trial, and he hated himself for not being able to correct his children mistakes to prevent any excess suffering. Levy is going to be devastated and Gajeel is going to hate Lucy for all the lies and deceptions.

Everything was getting so complicated and the doubts and suspicions within the guild were starting to drive him crazy. The old master saw Gajeel yawn with his whole mouth open, stretching lazily and letting the putrid smell of alcohol and morning breath escape the previously shut cavity. Waving his hand in front of his face, he dispelled the stench and mentally asked Warren to summon Juvia to his office.

Seconds turned into several minutes, but after a half an hour, Juvia finally made her presence. Knocking politely on his oak door, he invited the water wizard in and pointed to Gajeel.

"Yes master, that's Gajeel. What do you wish for me to do?" The blue-haired woman asked puzzled, when she noticed the sinister smirk that developed on his usually kind face. Waving his hand like water, Juvia laughed lightly as she understood what her master was asking her. It was noon, Gajeel was passed out on a sofa with horrid morning breath mixed with alcohol and he specifically called her to violently wake him up with water. Smirking like a villain, she easily complied enacting vengeance for the day the iron-clad man called Gray stupid.

A jet of water engulfed the man, as the liquid entered his mouth and started to fill his aching lungs. Flailing his arms and legs desperately, he fell off the lounge chair and began coughing out water.

"What the hell is wrong with ya Juvia? Trying to drown me?" The Iron Dragon Slayer asked as he gasped to replace the water in his lungs with air. Instead of letting the girl obtain the blame for waking him in such a matter, Master Makarov stepped in front of Juvia and slapped the man across the face.

"Don't ever disgrace the guild like that again! I took you in as my child and I won't have the magic police fining the guild cause you can't hold down your liquor!" The short man yelled at soaking Gajeel who was still coughing up water. Confused at the allegations of his guild master, he got up and raised a questioning brow at the usually peace-loving master. Reading his mind, Makarov presented the young man with the document left over from the magic police, charging the Fairy Tail guild 100,000 J for loitering while drunk in a family district.

"Shi..." Gajeel tried to curse, when the short man enlarged his hand and smacked him across the side of the head, demanding him to watch his mouth in the presence of a lady.

Sighing, the Iron Dragon Slayer, apologized to both his master and guild mate. Hating to be indebted to anyone, let alone cause problems for others, he informed his master and long time friend that he was headed to the request board to pay off his outrageous fine.

Wiping off his nervous sweat of his brow, the old man felt like he could breathe again normally, but then the air grew thick again, and the sense of doom returned. Not being able to place this menacing feeling, he saw Juvia take a seat and cross her long legs. Then she proceeded to stare him straight in the eye, as her right open palm held the weight of her head. She tapped her index finger repeatedly as she contemplated something ominous.

"Master, did this have anything to do with what Gajeel did to love-rival?" Juvia asked as she glared with knowledge at the man who was on the verge of having a heart attack.

'Stupid dorm room arrangements!' Makarov thought as Juvia was most likely going to let him have it.

Back at Sabertooth, Sting was having as much trouble as Makarov keeping everything and everyone in check. First Rogue kicks everyone out of the infirmary, then he proceeds to making a stupid shadow barrier and finally marks a weaken Lucy in a matter of moments. This was all starting to get out of hand and his dark counter part was starting to lose it mentally. Letting his shadows do his thinking and acting was reckless. How many times had he warned him, that they enjoyed making fun of him, Sting had warned him that they weren't his friends, but more like his predator ready to consume him whole.

Looking at the restrained man in his office, Sting sighed at what his female visitors thought of his comrade. Obviously, they thought Rogue was a deranged lunatic on the cusps of becoming a serial rapist or murderer. If he hadn't fused his light with Wendy's sky magic when they did, he would have violently raped Lucy. Thankfully he always kept magic restraining constraints in his office for moments like this, when Rogue would succumb to the darkness within his soul. At first he was struggling and yelling, that's when he decided to tape the shadow possessed mouth. Rogue's exposed blood eye seemed to glare and cast him into hell visually a million times, but after hours, his energy was starting to deplete and the feral look in his eye was starting to go away.

"Rogue what were you thinking?" Sting asked his friend as he held his chin in place. Enraged he snapped his head away from the light dragon slayer as he inhaled the air around him.

No longer seeing his friend as a threat, Sting decided to leave him alone, to consider what he had done, and how he was going to rectify his actions. Locking up the door from the outside and placing a light barrier so his friend couldn't escape, the Sabertooth master made himself back to the infirmary to face the wrath of the Fairy Medusa and the Sleeping Terror of Magnolia. Making his way closer to the infirmary door, the light dragon slayer started to shiver in fear. Rogue and him were suppose to be taking care of their beloved guild sister and here goes his second -n-command almost raping her in front of everyone. What the hell was his Zeref-possessed friend thinking? He felt physically sick as he heard the light sobbing of his long awaited guests. Uncertain if he should entered, he stared at the door knob until Wendy invited him in.

"Are you sure you want me here?" Sting asked as he cautiously closed the door behind him. Seeing the back of her blue head rise and lower in approval of his presence, he let out a relieved sigh. Walking closer to Lucy's bed, he saw Evergreen sitting on the floor resting her head against the sky's dragon's lap, who was seating on a white iron chair. He witness as the older woman sobbed against the child, and she patted her head tenderly offering her comfort as Lucy slept soundly.

"Will she be alright?" Sting asked the sage-child, who just seemed to nod lightly.

Staring at the sleeping woman, Sting was left a bit confused. Lucy looked better than she had ever since they found her in the forest. Color seemed to return to her pale face and her magic energy was starting to rise.

"Your friend actually saved her..." Wendy hissed in anger, as she acknowledge the reckless dragon slayer as her savior. If not for his rashness, Lucy was destined to die. When she cured Lucy from the magic poisoning, she had also triggered her body to go into shock, as she eliminated any traces of light and celestial magic from her. Whether through good or malicious intent, Rogue had saved her sister's life, but instead of being thankful, she was enraged and disgusted at his methods.

Sting didn't completely understand, but as long as his fellow blonde was safe, he was happy. Smiling tenderly at the woman his eyes were set upon, he saw a stray blonde hair on Lucy's face and tried to brush it away, but as their skin made contacted, he was surprised as his fingered were burned by invisible shadows. Stunned at the burning sensation, he pulled his hand back and he looked back at Wendy, who only clenched her jaw tightly.

"She belongs to Rogue and until his magic imprints itself into hers, nobody, male or female can touch her." The golden eyes lost their shimmer as she remembered how after the twin dragons left the room, Evergreen was set a blaze by the remnants of the shadows.

Gulping down his air nervously, he knew the women had grown tired and they should probably rest. Wendy made it known she wasn't going anywhere, but Sting refused to listen. Lifting her up, like a small child, he embraced her tenderly, injecting her with a dragon tranquilizer, forcing her to sleep. Ever sighed knowing that it was probably best to leave Lucy alone, and get some well needed sleep. Carrying Wendy, he felt bad for the the child who had been deprived of her adulthood, 'if not for Arcnologia, you would have been our age.'

Walking down the hallway, he escorted to two fairies to an executive suite next to his bedroom. Their bags and things were already there, a mini fridge was stocked with snacks; a hot dinner cart had just arrived. Placing the small child on the bed, he took a seat next to Evergreen who still looked a bit frazzled from the burning shadows. Smiling lightly, he took out a flask of rum from his inside pocked and poured her a shot to ease her nerves. Giving him a wordless thank you, she gulped down the shot as she exhaled and slammed down the glass, eliciting a laugh from the young master. Quietly Ever apologized to the blond for bringing so much trouble to his guild; waving a careless hand, he told her to forget about it. Lucy was destined to show up at Sabertooth and he welcomed her wholeheartedly.

While Wendy slept and the adults chatted, the shadows decided to create an opening for their favorite puppet. Sitting in the darkness and completely restrained, anger seemed to rise once again within the illustrious Rogue.

Rogue

The raven-haired man heard the shadows tried to communicate with him, but pretended to be deaf.

Rogue! Rogue. Rogue!

The shadows yelled loudly, until the dark-haired man acknowledge their presence.

"What? What the hell do you want from me?" Rogue yelled in his head to the shadows. Shaking at the their overwhelming power, saw as they ominously fused and turned into a concentrated shadow sword. Sweat trickled down his neck as they swung themselves carelessly around his restrained self. Instead of finally dealing a fatal blow to their favorite toy, their sinister laugh echoed into Rogue's pounding head, as they released him from his hold.

We came to help a friend that's all. The shadows swirled around him, in a warm embrace. They whispered that Lucy was alone, that he could go and finish his earlier activity. Everyone was preoccupied and this time, his advances wouldn't be interrupted.

Slowly rising from his chair, he pulled the tape from his mouth, and asked if they were sure and not luring him to another trap.

We would never deceive you Rogue, we just want you happy. The dark waves danced on the moonlit walls, enticing the man that they had no malevolent aspirations.

Trusting the 'happy' shadows, he crept out of Sting's office easily, and headed back to the infirmary where his mate resided.

At night his magic was at its strongest, and without Sting to dispel his darkness, he could envelope a room in shadows and none could ever enter. Like a ninja, he went unseen and unheard as he entered the room where he gave in to his true nature. No Sting, no sun, just moon light and his all knowing shadows. Ethereal golden hair illuminated the night, and like moths to fire, his shadows were fluttered to her sleeping form. The moon made her skin glow, her mouth opened and closed repeatedly inhaling the dark air around her. The rise and fall of her voluptuous chest, made his throat dry and his shadows just invited him to partake of the delicious meal before him.

Make her forget all about Gajeel, this time show her love. The shadows whispered into his alert ears.

Finding a place upon the bed, he sat next to her and stared at his property with pride. Never had he seen such a physically appealing woman, he might not love her, but for his child, he would lie to her and deceive her in the 'so-called' love she desired to be part of. Tenderly he petted her head, then he gently trailed his cold fingers down her warm ears, across her rose-like cheeks to her inviting ruby lips. 'I can show you love.' He thought to himself, as he lowered his head and stole a passionate kiss.