Just thought Id write another chapter. I'm having so much fun and I really hope you enjoy reading. Anyways today is my last day of spring break and I have a feeling updates will slow down a bit. But no worries. I'm a procrastinator in my school work. So there is no doubt in my mind I will find myself writing more chapters instead of doing my calculus homework. :D

Disclaimer: I do not own Fairy Tail. Hiro Mashima does.

Who would have thought that the Sting Eucliffe would have gone shopping in the market that particular morning. Ultimately he didnt even plan on shopping for food today, Rogue was suppose too. He's better with that kind of stuff. So why was Sting in his place today? Frosch was in bed with a tiny fever, worrying Rogue to no end. Understandable since between the two their exceeds were their best companions. Sting would be beside his Exceed, Lector, if he was sick as well. Sting sighed. He was the headmaster of his guild and yet here he is out doing such a mundane task as grocery shopping. He glances down at the list Rogue had given him. First some spices.

Hmm….'Some ginger for it's anti-inflammatory properties , oregano because it's packed with Vitamin E, and cinnamon for its antioxidant effects.'

Honestly Sting thought Rogue was going just a tad bit overboard with all these healing spices for Frosch, but sting wasn't going to say anything and just bought them. Next was some meats. Lots of it. They are dragon slayers after all. It's a natural desire to eat meat all the time. Sting headed off to stall selling meats. He easily tracked it down with his nose smelling all the delicious scents of the different kinds of meat.

Along with the delectable scent of food came another scent. A rather strong sweet scent of vanilla...with a tinge of strawberries. Which is weird because the spice and produce stalls are in the other direction. Sting strolled closer to the meat vendor only for the tantalizing scent to grow stronger. He tracked down the scent only to pinpoint it towards one single person who's back was towards him. She was blonde like himself, wearing skin tight white jeans and a coat. Her legs were killer and from what Sting could tell she was rather curvy. Just his type.

It was only when the girl turned his way a bit did Sting realize he was checking out a fairy.

And here I thought I was attracted to her.

It's not like he hates the Fairy Tail guild anymore. It's just he shouldn't be admiring one of their members right? He was a guild master and she was just a Mage member. People would think he deserved better. He would think he deserved better. He is the great Sting Eucliffe...and yet...why was Sting still curious? Sting didn't know much about the fairy Mage including her name. All he knew was she was a Celestial Spirit Mage like Yukino. And that she hung around Natsu a lot.

Ah, Natsu. The fire dragon slayer. Sting hasn't fought with him in a while. Don't get him wrong. He no longer loathes Natsu like he did in the Grand Magic Games. It's just friendly competition now. That and they were both so stubborn to actually give up their rivalry.

Shaking his thoughts away, Sting sauntered on over to the vendor, purposely bumping into his object of curiosity. She almost fell over. When she rebuked him he ignored her, furthering her annoyance. Her touch on his arm alerted him.

Feisty. Not one to back down.

"Hey! I'm talking to you! Aren't you going to apologize!"

Her words made Sting think that she didn't recognize him. Or maybe she was that fearless and wanted to pick a fight. Either way he finally turned towards her.

"Maybe you should pay more attention to who's around you, Fairy."

There it was. The horror of recognition on her face was priceless. It made Sting smirk as he realized his previous assumption was correct. It will be amusing watching her try to escape out of this situation. After a few minutes with her mouth gaping open, she recollected her composure.

"Sting Eucliffe. You know just because you think you are all mighty, doesn't mean you can treat others so rudely," Lucy spitefully said putting emphasis on the word think while turning back to the vender to pay. "Now if you'll excuse me I'll be going now." Lucy expertly maneuvered her way through the crowd of shoppers leaving Sting behind.

Sting was shocked for a while. He didn't know she knew his name. He also didn't know she would brush him off like that.

Feisty indeed.

Sting hurriedly bought his items on the list and caught up to her. It wasn't hard seeing as Sting could easily track her distinctive scent through the horde of people. Walking up right behind her he said,

"You know, it isnt fair that you know my name and I don't know yours. Mind enlightening me?"

Lucy sighed. She wasn't in the mood to deal with an egoistic manchild.

"Yeah. As a matter of fact I do mind," she stated as she kept on walking without turning around to face him.

Sting Eucliffe in Lucy's mind wasn't a positive image. Even though with his new happy demeanor he's leading his guild with there was something Lucy just didn't like. Perhaps she didn't think people could change that drastically. Or perhaps she just wasn't comfortable with his presence at all. Whatever it was, Lucy just wanted to get away from him.

"Too embarrassed to let the great white dragon slayer know your name? Understandable," Sting teased.

He was dancing on Lucy's last neve. She gritted her teeth.

"There you go again thinking that you are all mighty and powerful."

"Sweetcheeks, I know I'm mighty and powerful," Sting smirked.

"Dont call me Sweetcheeks" Lucy retaliated

"Well then maybe you should tell me your name."

Lucy turned around quickly making Sting almost run into her. Their body distance now close; Lucy could practically feel the heat radiating off him. She looked him straight into the eye irritation shining through.

"I dont know why you're following but I do know this. If you don't stop bugging me I won't hesitate to call on one of my keys."

"Whoa, there. No need to call forth one of your 'all great celestial beings'," Sting mocked, "I'll take my leave,"

"Oh thank goodnes-"

"after you tell me your name," Sting finished.

It was a stalemate. Lucy wanted Sting to leave her alone, but Sting wouldn't leave her be until she told him her name, which was something Lucy absolutely didn't want to do. Why? Lucy reasoned that he shouldn't even want to know her name. What good would that do for him? Nothing.

Absolutely bubkis.

On the childish side of things, Lucy didn't want to give in. It was like losing. She wouldn't want to simply obey his whims therefore boosting his already 'too big to fit through a door' ego. She was seconds away from pulling out her keys to just quickly end it, when an idea popped into her head. She went ahead and put it in action.

"You really won't leave me alone until You know my name, Sting?" Sting only nodded at her while smiling thinking that she was about to spill the beans. Lucy however had to hide her devious smile from her exterior as it would expose her plan. Instead she just faked sighed and pretended to give in. She acted shy all of a sudden, which in her mind she mentally applauded herself for such a convincing act, right before saying the answer Sting wanted to hear.

"It's Luigi."

Sting seemed to buy it as victory glowed within his eyes.

"Well then, Luigi. I keep my promises. I shall see you around."

Not in your dreams buddy

With that the two parted. Sting wandered back to market, practically on autopilot. Though a certain thought stuck out to him.

Wait. Why did I want to know her name in the first place?

Sting didn't have the answer to this question. He honestly just wanted to know her name. He didn't think there was much of a reason behind it. And what does it matter anyways? He had her name now on a whim of his. It was mission accomplished.

No use thinking about the incident now as he made his way back to the hotel he and Rogue were staying at, groceries in hand. He made it back around thirty minutes past noon. He entered their room and set the bags of food in the small kitchenette area, putting away the meats in the miniature refrigerator and leaving the spices for Rogue to find on for Frosch on the counter. When the task was done Sting plopped himself on the small loveseat and resigned to daydreaming. It wasn't until Rogue exited the bedroom that the silence was broken.

"What are you smiling about, Sting?" The question brought Sting out of his daydream.

"Huh, what?"

"I asked you why you were grinning like a goof….And why do you smell faintly of vanilla?" Rogue's nose was one not to be fooled. Sting had a tinge of blush rising on his cheeks when he heard the question. For some reason Sting didn't want to tell Rogue about his market trip.

"Uhh..I just was thinking of all the meat we have now. Yep. All the delicious meat." Sting replied.

"And the smell?"

"I just came back from the market and I was around the spices and all so maybe I just picked up some vanilla scent." Sting was silently praising himself for his quick thinking. Rogue would never let him live it down if he found out about his run in with the fairy. Sting didn't even understand his intentions himself yet.

Rogue however only shook his head and went to go get the spices for Frosch. He knew his partner was acting a little out of sorts,but decide to brush it off. Knowing Sting he might have actually just been dreaming about tasty meat. The two continued their day. Rogue caring for his little exceed, and Sting trying his hardest not to think about the unexpected market meeting.

Next chappie: Things get complicated. ;)

Until then. Au revoir~