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This chapter was more so the start of their relationship... I wanted it to have a more calming and meaningful impact or else their relationship would just be physical... it is hard to explain but although Sting made the first move that could be seen as a 'thankyou for telling him' it can also be seen as true feelings! YAYAYAYAY! THANKYOU GUYS FOR BEING SO PATIENT!
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The building was a rather modern two story townhouse that though neglected still managed to keep its up kept appearance; the street it was located on was nothing less then empty as that part of the city had few residences; Sting's utter quiet and reserved personality surely reflected on the property he bought. Turning his head to see Lucy he noticed that she had closed her eyes, her breathing was shallow and her fever rising, Sting's eyes widened with a small disbelief, his chest tightening; he abruptly turned back to face his property. Looking at the wooden door Sting realised that he long ago lost the keys for this place, he couldn't remember where he placed them nor did he have the time with Lucy's health considerably decreasing.
Sighing he walked closer to the door and lifting his leg slammed his foot onto the wooden door, forcing it open with a considerable amount of strength. The hinges creaked as they feebly clung onto the door and without even a second look Sting walked inside. It was a long hallway that was scouring with cobwebs and filth, at the end Sting could just see a kitchen and a bathroom, the lack of light obscuring any other view. Luckily Sting managed to pay for the fees for this abandoned townhouse and still had access to electricity, gas and water.
There was a certain lack of items present within Sting's dwelling, he hadn't any need for them only for the bare necessities. With a click of Sting's hand he was able to produce a white flame that followed his every movements; without any more delay he walked down on the creaking wooden panels that led him down the hallway and turned to come to some stairs. Not wasting time he climbed them in a matter over seconds to come to a single door. Opening it he was presented with a bed and a side table, on top was a picture frame that held a picture of Lector and himself. Turning away not wanting to be immersed with anger or sadness he just moved over closer to the bed and lightly put Lucy onto it.
Looking at her for a moment Sting saw that the celestial mage was defiantly in no healthy condition, her hair was entangled with sweat along with every piece of clothing, not only that but her cheeks were brushed with a dark red and her eyes were hidden with dark circles. It truly made her pitiful but Sting couldn't let himself think like that. In all a singular moment Sting's thoughts had gone to the utter worst outcome, that she would die.
On instinct his breathe restricted for a moment and it made him angry, his hands forming a fist and his finger tips pulling into the skin on his palm. DAMNIT! DAMNIT ALL! What were these unwanted feelings... He stood looking at her face and slowly unclenched his fist, bringing his hand up to her cheek he felt her hot skin on his. Does it matter if she dies? I was just using her so I could get Lector.. but now she is useless.. will it matter? He kept his hand there for a couple more moment before taking it away, he decided that even though she was a pain in the ass that she was useful. Even though he would never openly admit it he halfly admired her strength, not the little physical strength she posed but her willpower to keep going and not give up.
Finding a new inner resolute power Sting exited the room and climbed down his stairs, coming into the bathroom he feverishly looked around for a cloth but to no prevail he ripped some off of his pants and soaked it water. Going back up to the room he placed the wet 'cloth' onto Lucy's forehead and put blankets over her. He then sat down next to the bed and waited for an improvement.
Sting sat next to the bed for hours on end, his patience was starting to run low and there had been no improvement to her health. It angered him how that bitch was being so useless. Getting up from his position he really couldn't handle it anymore and exited the room, even exited the whole house.
Coming into the street he looked up to the sky to see that it was sunset, he narrowed his eyes and stiffened his body, licking his lips. Sting was ready to go out and find his Guild Master himself and punch him through a wall, for all the pain that he had to endure. He was ready to leave the celestial mage and just find Lector, but a cough coming from inside of the townhouse stopped his thoughts. Softening his face Sting was quick to turn around and quickly pace back up to his room.
Whilst opening the door he saw that Lucy was sitting up on the bed holding the 'cloth' in her hand. His face was pained for a second before walking up to her.
"Hmmhp it seems you have finally come to it.."
His voice was indefinitely cold and Lucy could tell that he was battling an inner battle.
"I.. couldn't stay immobile like this forever... there are things that we need to do..."
Her breathing was heavy and without any hesitation Lucy uncovered herself from the blankets and attempted to stand up, her feet weren't yet strong enough to hold her weight yet though and she was quick to fall forward.
With Sting's fast reflexes he quickly grabbed Lucy around the waist holding her up, the heat radiating off her body surely matched his flames.
"You know, you really shouldn't stand up yet. Do you know how much trouble you cause me. I could have left you for dead back when you tried to escape... it was a true damned hassle Blondie.."
He whispered the last words into the mage's ear, his cold voice sent shivers up Lucy's spine but there was something purely different, he was more gentle then before; only a few hours ago was he forceful and truly evil but now his personality had changed, it seemed actions speak louder then words.
"Hmm and then you would have no leads to Lector, am I right? You can't do this without me.. though I thankyou for your help."
Sting smirked, that was the Lucy he had acquainted himself with, not some weak pride less whore. Looking at her face for a quick moment he turned away and forcefully sat her down back on the bed.
"Now don't move from here... we don't you causing any more trouble! Now tell me the plans before you decide to pass out again.."
Sting crossed his arms over his body and looked at Lucy from above.
Lucy couldn't help but do as he said, in her current situation there nothing was else she could do. Keeping quiet for a moment Lucy thought over the plan.. I can't say everything... if I do the he will surely try to deal with it himself. Lucy knew for a fact that Sting would go and try to find Lector on his own, out of protection for Lucy and his desperation to find his best friend.
"...Sting.. I can't reveal everything to you just yet, for multiple reasons. ..You... just have to trust me though.."
She looked up to see Sting's face, even though she swore that she would trust her new partner it was something that first had to be stated.
Sting's face convulsed with a built up anger.. I waited all this time to be told by this bitch that she can't tell me everything...that.. little... Sting pursed his lips together and bent down to look into Lucy's eyes...
"You better tell me everything now, Missy..." He put his arms on either side of her, trying to read her expressions. His anger clouding all vision.
Lucy shuffled back a little, trying to keep her distance, she had foreseen this coming but he really did have to trust her.
"..W-wait a moment.. I can tell you some of it. Ha..ha.."
A sweat coming down the side of her face, Lucy tried not to make eye contact with him, at that moment she was bursting with an anger that was uncontrollable but she couldn't convey it into a physical attack just yet.
"Tommorow. At the Grand Magic Games... your Master will surely be there... if we can sneak in without being seen by either of the guilds..then..then we can surely get a clue onto where Lector is. Not only that but it's possible that we can see the current situation.. I'm not saying everything will go smoothly but.. you know.."
She was able to get out everything she needed to say, excluding all the details that was the general debrief of what they needed to do. She was still breathing heavy but her fever was starting to go down, but with Sting's hated face so close to hers she couldn't really stay calm. Even though she hated him for what he did she wasn't able to escape his gaze.. it wasn't like she hated his whole being.
Sting breathed out, after hearing what she said he couldn't help but trust her, the plan sure was better then what he had planned and there was defiantly more to it then she was telling him. His sights were no longer filled with anger but he didn't move from his position. He had a hunger that had to be calmed.
"You're lucky you're cute.."
Was all the words Sting spoke before clutching the sheets on the bed and coming in closer to Lucy's face, he closed his eyes and met his lips with hers. It was for only for a brief second but Lucy didn't pull away either. Her lips were sweet with sweat and he urged to not let go but he knew that he should. Opening his eyes he saw Lucy's startled face and went back up to his full height, turning around he made his way to the door, a small smirk plastered onto his face. "Get some rest before tomorrow Blondie.." He closed the behind him and left Lucy on the bed, full of confusion.
Lucy truly wasn't prepared for what had happened, at first he was angry and then HE WAS KISSING HER? Lucy's face lit up with a blush, she didn't understand anything. Her vulnerability truly was what strengthened Sting. Eh? Eh? EHHH.. what-what just happened...was that real.. did he mean it? Lucy's immediate thought was that he was merely playing with her but again his actions proved otherwise. Holding her hand up to her lips she could still felt his soft lips up against hers; a small smile forming on her face. Even though Sting's previous actions were full of force this one felt completely as if she had the choice, the choice to pull away or not.
Lying back down Lucy looked at the door that Sting exited from... what if those feelings were true?
"..AS IF I COULD SLEEP NOW BASTARD!"
She shouted as she cuddled the pillow next to her. Looking at the side table she looked at the picture frame and remembered the loneliness Sting must be feeling. She was resolute to find Lector.