A.N.: Who's this? I'm alive...everyone don't hate me the only thing that's been typed [for like a week straight] was that first paragraph...I has writer's block.

Chapter 12

He looked at the once blue-haired girl lying in his lap holding onto the orb. Only falling asleep at his promise to eventually stop Sting from beating on the vines as she clung to the orb, even knowing what was inside it...thinking each moment within the orb over carefully was all over her face even as she was asleep. He watched tears drip down her face confused and lost. Rage swirled inside his heart quickly as he attempted to console it each time. Such a vile man...didn't deserve her tears...the temptation of slaughter lingering in his heart..no. He wouldn't become like the white-haired version of himself had become. A shadow with only the answers of killing his problems...this was about her-And now she was looking for her own mother...He closed his eyes taking in a deep breath..remembering the timid spirit that could've been mistaken for a snow-fairy living in a mountain cave covered in snow. That man was just going to break her heart all over again.

Rogue took an even breath in listening to her strumming heart beat as he wondered if that beautiful sky-kissed hair was going to start shedding its way back in by some miracle or why it had even disappeared in the first place. "I want to go home..." She whispered in her sleep as he glanced down at her...did she even know where her home was in the first place? Was she currently considering that deathtrap of a secret flying base her home? Which were the lies? He blinked staring into the comforting darkness. Darkness that did its best to shield everyone from the world's monsters...only to be considered the monster itself as it attempted to protect what was important to it. Rogue felt his hand move back and forth struggling not to make a fist at oh-how-familiar those thoughts were. The shadows were something that was feared, cold, unnatural, and even uncomfortable to be around...while the light was what everyone aspired too. There was no way someone would notice someone trapped in the shadows for the rest of his life. Why would anyone want to join him? Especially someone like her? He watched as she curled her fingers around his sleeve trying to figure out where she was in her own dreams. "Rogue? Are you okay in there?" Sting shouted his fingers finally backing away from trying to dig at the overgrown forest in the living room. "Yeah I'm fine, Levy just fell asleep." Rogue replied, there was a moment of silence, Sting let out a breath while probably rubbing his fingers between his eyebrows before he spoke again. "If you do anything to her i'm going to strangle you!" He shouted as Rogue felt himself fluster. "HEY! Shouldn't it be the other way around!" There was no reply, just the pattering of feet to the other room. Rogue sighed glancing down at the girl again wondering how long she was going to be asleep. When was the last time she had slept? Or eaten for that matter? Did she understand that she had to eat more than the "other's" she had been living with?

Instantly her brown eyes flickered open, a faint flash of red within them as she blinked them back, the red disappeared once again. "Rogue! Stay in there no matter what!" Sting's voice demanded as the house suddenly rattled. "Sting what's going on?" Rogue growled back wondering if growling too low so Levy wouldn't hear him was stupid. "My father's come to get me." Levy whispered as suddenly he felt a shiver run up his spine. A strange one. It wasn't of fear or cold as most people would've predicted. It was something similar to raw rage and greed. Rogue bit down on his bottom lip trying to keep his legs from moving with minds of their own to seek revenge. To get her memories back...even if that meant-no he wasn't going to lose not this time. He had to win...whatever game fate was playing with him. It may have been fate playing with him, but at the same time...fate wasn't entirely in control of a game. That was what was interesting about a game, such a simple little game life was, a game was both strategy and fate. And this time he wasn't trusting himself to fate. He had made that decision long ago.

Debris and fire blazed in front of his eyes as blazing hot tears ran down his cheeks. Red eyes glancing around towards a city completely left in rubble as he felt the sound of his own voice curl up inside himself barely there...something so unusual that seemed as if it were considering persisting this situation for days on end. He felt the once harsh wind brush his cheek attempting to tell him that he wasn't alone...something trying to say it was right there. Ignored, as gazing eyes attempted to find something that wasn't a hand, or a leg...buried and twitching under rubble. He could feel his eyes gazing around, grinding his teeth when anyone was looking and struggling not to breakdown. Rogue took a deep breath. He knew he needed it. Emotions from another world were swirling around him as if these emotions were something that he had experienced-once-upon-a-dream. It wouldn't wind up that way. Not this time. Another rumble echoed through the house. "Sting? Do you need my help?" Rogue called as a grunt echoed outside from the vines which were already reinforcing themselves from Sting smacking against them. "No! Just stay in there and protect her!" Sting shouted his feet padding off again as if he were thrown a considerable distance through the house. "Protect me? I want to go home to my father!" She shouted pure rage echoing behind her eyes as she turned towards Rogue pointing out towards the vines. "Just because I trust you doesn't mean I don't think you're stupid for trusting him!" Levy insisted sitting straight up insisting that she didn't need to be protected from the oncoming threat. "Don't you think I would be able to detect my own magic the minute it was used?" A familiar voice said mockingly as they walked through the dining room of Lady Obba's. "Who are you?" Lady Obba shouted her footsteps echoing into the room the sound of her fingers holding onto something that was probably a broom or something similiar to it. "Get back!" Sting shouted panic echoing in his voice. A woman's shriek echoed out and Sting's rage light up the darkness of the vines Rogue could almost make out what was going on outside the vine cavern Levy had set up in her confusion to protect herself. Rogue glanced up watching the vines immediately starting to move.

"Levy! Control your magic! Keep up the barrier." Rogue whispered as she shook her head. "No! I want to go with him! I want to go somewhere safe! Far away from you people!"

"That's only what you think! You don't actually want to go with me!-" Rogue's voice cut off the minute he realized what he said wishing he could take it back as she froze looking towards him. Her eyes big as if they were like a deer as she looked over him waiting for her, leaving him waiting response to such a thing.

There was a silence as he felt he could feel his own heart pound in his ears...such a stupid thing to say, her lips parting slightly as she was still looking towards him leaving him waiting anxiously for however she planned on responding to him. "Are you sure you're not a kidnapping guild?" She breathed as the house shook again, Sting's nails being dragged a crossed the wood probably marring it forever before his footsteps launched back towards whoever was invading the house. "You must tell me where my daughter is." Mard Geer laughed...it wasn't a laugh that was filled with worry over his "daughter" it was a laugh full of malice and hate...as if he was having fun was the only way to describe such a laugh. Rogue took in a breath slowly releasing the bluenette as he ran his hand threw his hair there was no way he was capable of explaining to her how he felt. Especially since he didn't have a reason to feel the way he did. "Levy. I don't know you. But I've spent over two months looking for you with a possible obsessed traits..Don't go back with the man who kidnapped you." Roge growled as she looked over him strangely. "I need you to trust me." He whispered as her brown eyes darted towards where the entrance of the house would be and back to him, hands shaking as they gripped onto the orb which was reiterating the scene of where another version of him and Levy seemed to have almost figured everything out somewhere on a bridge in an alternate version of the same town. They wouldn't make it, he knew that. He would find The Eclipse Project buried under all the rubble still barely active running out of celestial magic from when Lucy had tried to go to the past,get possessed by a shadow trying to make it better, try to save anyone...anyone at all, and wind up beaten up by Natsu...his last words to Levy wouldn't be words but a movement of affection. Affection he knew he would never live to regret, or embrace. And they would disappear. Memories to never be seen again, but then why? Why were these memories trapped inside his own head? Explicitly reiterating themselves over and over again as if to say that it was impossible for them to be together. Another shake of the house. "Levy. Let a passageway of the vines go." He whispered as she nodded slowly still thinking over what he had just said as the vines slowly became undone. "I'm going to teach you to trust me...but first I'm going to take out someone who has taken something very important from you." He whispered standing up and walking out as the light engulfed him towards the living room. He walked towards the light to fix...

both his past and his future.

A.N. (2): ALSO! I stared up a Quotev Account, but that Account is going to be purely focused on Character X Reader stories, so far I have one up for Sting and Rogue X Reader [multi-chapter], Mard Geer [One-shot, unless by further demand], and one for just Sting. Without any further adieu my PenName over there is...XReader, stop by and tell me how i'm doing some time 'kay?