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STANDARD DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN FAIRY TAIL! I AM NOT HIRO MASHIMA, I AM A STICY FANGIRL!

Chapter 5

Upon his third knock on the door, it swung open. From behind the door, the eldest silver haired take over mage was seen.

"Lisanna!" She clapped her hands, "How was your night out with L-" but she quickly cut herself off when she noticed who was with her youngest sister.

Her eyes travelled down the mysterious looking man before stopping at his hand. Holding the hand of her sister.

Lisanna.

Holding.

Hands.

With.

An.

Attractive.

Man.

It took her a few seconds to register the fact before… "Elfman! Look at this!" She called out with so much excitement. It was almost too much for her heart to handle. Her little sister was finally growing up and finally had her first boyfriend.

It filled Mirajane with more glee than anyone could fathom.

Lisanna, still in a bit of a drunken state erupted in fits of laughter. "What does Elf-nii-chan need to look at?"

"Your new boyfriend, of course!"

"But I'm not her-" Rogue began, only to be cut off by the Demon herself.

"Come in, come in!" She almost dragged them in, making Rogue take forced steps inside the place.

And what a gorgeous place it was. It had, what seemed to be a gold and white theme to it. What with the perfectly white walls and elegantly mapped out golden picture frames in the hallway, leading straight to the living room.

Again, with the same white and gold theme, the living room walls were white, the couches white, with golden detailing, around the flat screen television mounted just above the fireplace.

Taking in the elegance of the room, Rogue blinked a few times, taking in just how classy the place looked.

"Take a seat, take a seat!" Mira urged, gesturing to the couch.

Rogue nodded as let go of Lisanna's hand, walking to take a seat on the couch.

"You have a nice place here," Rogue finally spoke, unsure of what else to say.

Mirajane smiled, "You think so? Lisanna designed this a few months ago," before a pause, "Wait…seven years ago," she shook her head, "These things still confuse me," she smiled, as Lisanna giggled.

"'Sanna, why don't you go bring your brother here," she instructed her sister.

Lisanna nodded multiple times before rushing out of the room, leaving the oldest Strauss alone with Rogue. The way she looked at Rogue was almost like there were hearts in her eyes. She had sat there for what seemed like hours, simply staring at the Shadow Dragon Slayer in a dazed-like state.

"So…when's the wedding?" Mirajane finally asked.

Rogue blinked. Once.

Then twice.

Then three times.

This girl wasn't serious right? She didn't actually expect Rogue to be down for marriage this soon? He had just met the girl and sure he found her beyond attractive but there was no way in any light of Fiore he was ready to put a ring on her.

"I just met her…" Rogue managed to say without even seeming weirded out.

"But you two look perfect together! Truuuuust me," Mirajane pushed the point.

Rogue simply shook his head in slight amusement. The Demon Mirajane was quite the character, not that he minded much. It kept his night much more entertaining than he thought it would be, although dealing with a wasted young lady was quite the pain in the backside.

Tapping her foot impatiently, the Takeover mage waited for her siblings to come in, but after a short minute, she abruptly got up, announcing that she would go bring them.

And once she walked out, Rogue chuckled to himself. Maybe it was her impatience, but she slightly reminded him of Sting. They both were hard to miss and they both were incredibly impatient. It was amusing. Yet irritating. At least Sting was. He didn't know Mirajane much to judge.

And so he sat there patiently waiting for them to return so he could bid his farewell. Rogue didn't really expect his night to end in such a manner, but the reality was that it did. It wasn't in his nature to just walk out so of course, he would say goodbye right when at least one of the siblings returned.

Seconds passed.

Seconds turning into minutes.

And eventually, half an hour later Rogue wondered if they had forgotten about him until…

"He brought my baby sister home drunk! What was he planning? Taking advantage of her? I do not support such unmanly activities!" Rogue heard a manly enraged voice echo out of the hallway, hurting his sensitive ears.

"You have him all wrong," Mirajane spoke, "He was taking care of her! He knocked on the door and was all gentlemanly. It was so sweet."

"It isn't manly to take advantage of drunk girls!"

"Um…" Rogue let out when Elfman and Mirajane were in his sights, "I think I should leave now."

"You will most definitely not!" Both Straus siblings said in unison.

Realizing that Lisanna wasn't next to them, Rogue mused, "What happened to Lisanna?"

"She's sleeping in her bed. Thanks for bringing her home," Mirajane responded with sweetness in her voice.

"In an unmanly drunken slumber…" Elfman added.

"Well she shouldn't exactly be manly…" Rogue thought aloud.

"But you should be manly, and the fact that you tried to take my drunk little sister home," the Takeover brother took a step forward and glared down at Rogue, "Was very unmanly," He finished his sentence with a crack of his knuckles.

"I think you have me mistaken," Rogue shifted awkwardly. He was never good with words…

"That isn't the kind of person I am. I do not believe in doing inappropriate things with women under the influence. It wouldn't be fair to them," Rogue defended himself, though he did not sound hostile.

"See! I told you he wouldn't take advantage of her!" Mirajane gushed. "He's just the gentleman she need. Tall. Mysterious. Handsome. He has a certain edge to him. Lisanna is going to be so happy with such a great boyfriend. Then they'll get married and have lots of babies and I will become an aunt and…"

And there was no way anyone would dare pop Mira's little fantasy…not even an angry Elfman or a not-even-Lisanna's-boyfriend Rogue.

"Say goodbye to her for me," Rogue stated before walking out, refusing to hear about how unmanly he was or how he was meant to have babies with Miss Big Hips, as Sting would say.

What an interesting family…

"Why the hell did I wear such high heels?" Lucy mumbled to herself, rushing towards wherever this photographer was.

Sting, who was not wearing heels and had his keen dragon senses, rushed so far ahead of Lucy that she literally had no idea where she was going…or why she ran after him for that matter.

"I mean, he could have just caught that stalker himself…" Lucy, now struggling to walk complained, "And I should have just waited at the bar, looking sexy and waited for Sting to come back, and when he came back we could have had more drinks and get back into our heated make out session but of course, I just had to follow him because I was so sure that I'd be able to keep up with him and I could've impressed him with my awesome 'Retrieving Stalkers' Camera' skills. I. Just. Forgot. To. Account. For. Heels."

Just then, the blonde turned her head back at the sudden sound of footsteps, beyond worried that someone may have heard her monologue. The last thing she wanted was for someone to declare her as crazy, although Natsu and Happy were already convinced she was.

"Who's there?" Lucy called out, placing her hand on her keys. That action caused her to mentally slap herself for not asking Virgo for some running shoes, wondering how in the world she forgot the fact that she brought her keys. She could hear Aquarius calling her an idiot that very moment for being so dense that she forgot that she had her keys.

Of course, all those thoughts were subsided by the fact that some creep was probably following her and more than likely heard her complaining about how she wanted to impress Sting with her Retrieving Stalkers' Camera Skills.

But the sound was gone. Maybe she just imagined it. Yeah, that's it! She was imagining footsteps because it was dark and she was alone and paranoid and worried that some not so fun things would happen to her.

Giving up on the whole running with heels thing, Lucy was about to call out her spirit when she heard the deep, baritone laugh of Sting Eucliffe, filling her ears.

"Great…" She murmured, knowing he heard it…and her monologue…and there goes his ego, shooting up 100 points.

"Why'd you have to run up so far ahead?" Lucy glared at the dragon slayer in pure rage.

"My feet have blisters because of you!" She took a step up, giving him a harsh glare.

Combing his hands down her hair, he chuckled in response. "So I've heard," came his reply, a smirk plastering itself on his damn delectable face.

Swatting his had away from her hair, she continued to glare, "And what if you didn't find me? Or what if I got lost or something? Did you ever account for that?"

She wouldn't be fooled by his charmer ways this time.

Out came another chuckle from the Sabertooth mage, "You realize I can smell and hear you from a mile away. Vanilla is pretty hard to miss."

"Yeah but how was I supposed to know you'd be back?"

Noticing she was completely and utterly unimpressed, Sting finally took the situation seriously, all signs of mock disappearing from his face as he let out his response, "Because I'm not the type of guy to leave a stunning woman like you alone on the streets this late at night. It could be dangerous."

And although Lucy was trying her very best to maintain her angry demeanor at Sting, she couldn't stop the blush from raiding her cheeks, painting them a deep shade of red at the fact that not only did he find her stunning, but he cared about her.

Way before she could retreat with some sort of witty remark, Sting spoke again, his voice coming out in an irresistibly smooth manner, "You look pretty cute when you blush."

Lucy was blinking furiously, hoping that her cheeks would settle down so she could maintain her irritated act but of course, her face would not comply with her mind.

Sighing in defeat, she gave up on being mad at Sting. "Did you catch the photographer, at least?"

With the single nod in response, Sting replied, "Yeah. Could you imagine how our guilds would react if they knew a Fairy and a Tiger were up to 'the dirty'?"

"But we weren't even up to the dirty…" Lucy responded, her voice slightly trailing off towards the end.

Crossing his arms over his chest, Sting responded, "No, not yet at least. And if anyone looked at that picture they'd think you fell for my charm," he winked at her.

"What is with your ego?" Lucy mustered up the courage to ask.

"You mean the facts? The fact is that I'm sexy, smart, witty, and the in the greatest guild in all of Fiore. So tell me, why shouldn't I be confident?" he smirked.

"Well I could think of a few reasons," Lucy smirked right back.

"Like what? The fact that there's a spark between us? Or the fact that you want me just as badly as I want you? Or the fact that we're going to keep playing 'the game' until the inevitable happens? Because trust me, this hard-to-get thing will get old real fast and it'll only be a matter of weeks before you'll be screaming my name so loud that the neighbors will know you've been fucked by Sabertooth's greatest."

"You're a real big pervert!" Lucy managed to stutter out, her face turning a bright red. It wasn't her fault she was imagining it…

Bad Lucy! No imagining Sting on top of me, doing the dirty to me and…mind over matter…mind over matter…mind over matter…mind over ma-

But her thoughts were interrupted with the laugh of the Dragon Slayer, "It doesn't change the fact that you want this undeniably sexy big pervert."

"Your ego is almost too big to handle," Lucy said under her breath, rolling her eyes.

"Just like your tits."

Her eyes widened, "Don't say that out loud!"

Then silence. There was no teasing. No inappropriate remarks. No laughs. Or chuckles. Or irritating overconfident voices. Or complaining. Just silence.

"So, now what?" Lucy broke the silence.

"Well, I'll probably be heading back to Sabertooth tomorrow morning to pick up a few more jobs before I start training," Sting replied honestly.

"Training?"

"For the Games," Sting replied, thinking it was obvious until he remembered that the girl was gone for seven years, "Great Magic Games: the guilds of Fiore compete for the title of the best guild, which Sabertooth has won. We have a title to defend."

And there was his ego once again…

"But I'll definitely be back to see that pretty little face and those not-so-little-titties," he smirked, placing a finger under her chin to tilt her head up and in the blink of an eye, he planted a quick kiss on her lips before disappearing into the night.

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