Hi guys :D
So yeah the last chapter was like kind of done at 1 – 2 o'clock at night LOL
^^ I was kind of sleepy so I wrapped it up
On with the story~
Rogue's POV:
We approached the Sabertooth gates; Arya holding Frosch and chuckling at his comments. The corner of my mouth lifted into a short, whimsical smile – it was good seeing her happy.
We walked into the guild hall. It was a mess as usual. I saw Rufus drinking in the corner, perhaps trying to stomach the fact he wasn't chosen for the games. We split up from there; I headed towards Rufus and Arya towards another section of the bar.
Arya's POV:
I walked away from Rogue towards Yukino, who was the barmaid. She smiled when she saw me and waved.
I thought about it for a moment before approaching her. She seemed alright I supposed – she had been supportive of me when I first arrived here, and had invited me to her room a couple of times to chat since I came. I liked her.
What had bothered me though, was why she was being friendly – was this some kind of game?
"Arya! There you are!" she waved. "Congratulations on qualifying for the Sabertooth team!"
"You too," I nodded, smiling.
"Can I ask you a question, Yukino?"
"Sure"
"Why are you being so nice to me?"
She frowned. "Well, why can't I be nice?"
I started to speak but then stopped after realizing I couldn't form a sentence.
"Erm… because everyone in Sabertooth hates me." I shrugged my shoulders, looking away.
"Well, Arya. You have something that the rest of Sabertooth doesn't have."
"What?"
"You have a sense of kindness and compassion. Like the type of person who would do anything for their friends," she pouted, her face close to mine.
"Really?"
"Don't be stupid," she exclaimed, earning us a couple of looks. "You're awesome!"
"Besides, I'm not the only one you're getting friendly with," she whispered, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "I saw you walk in with Rogue!"
"Uh… we were just training together," I stuttered.
"Really?" She looked around the bar for him and then laughed. "He's looking at you now!"
I felt myself growing red. "It's not like that!"
"Ok, ok."
I suddenly heard someone sit next to me with a jolt. "I'll take a spot of beer, Yukino. And a glass of sake for our lovely lady here," an arrogant voice ordered.
I turned towards the stranger. "Sting."
"Arya." He smirked, one brow cocked.
"I don't drink," I said, turning away from him.
"A glass wouldn't hurt, mi'lady."
I didn't know what to say. On one hand I didn't want to offend him, but on the other hand, well… I just wanted to smash his face in and dump the beer on his face. I stared downwards and was startled when Yukino handed me the glass.
"Thanks…" I said. I hoped she wouldn't leave.
"Yukino, don't you have other customers to attend to?"
Dammit.
I stared at the glass of sake, wanting to get up and just head back to my room.
"Well? Are you going to drink it?"
I reached my hand toward the glass slowly and took a small sip.
"That's my girl."
I paused. Staring at him pointedly I put the glass down and turned around to get up. He grabbed my arm tightly as I was getting up.
"C'mon, Arya, I was just being nice. I bought you a drink."
"And I told you, I don't want it."
"Ok," he said standing up. "Come, I'll walk you to your room."
Great. What was he playing at now?
His hand didn't leave my arm. I turned towards the hallway, walking quickly. I saw Rogue watching me from his place next to Rufus.
We entered the hallway. "Ow," I said. His grip sure was strong, it felt like my circulation had stopped. "You can let go now."
"How do I know you won't run away?"
"Where would I run?"
He laughed then, and I only became more aware of my hopeless situation.
He still hadn't let go.
"Look, Sting, it was nice and all of you to buy me a drink," I stuttered, trying to wrench his grip off my arm, "But I have to…"
He cut me short and dragged me down the hallway, turning the corner.
"Sting!"
"Then why don't you thank me?" He said, pushing me up against the wall. I froze.
I stared at him with wide eyes, his face only inches from mine.
After I recovered from my initial shock, I realized that I had had ENOUGH of this.
I narrowed my eyes and glared at him. "Get off me," I said dangerously, my hand reaching for my charm bracelet. Was he trying to guilt-trip me? I didn't even know.
He laughed then, and proceeded to let me go. "You're really cold, Arya."
"And you're a real creep, Sting."
Augh, I can't believe I had just said that.
He stared at me now, with a look of… astonishment?
I turned away, and nursing my arm I ran down towards the hallways towards my room.
When I had put enough distance between him and me, I started walking, fuming all the way. Who did he think he was? Was that supposed to be some sort of cheesy way of charming girls? Arrogant weird-clothed slob.
Lost in my thoughts, I looked up to see Rogue walking towards me, looking around the hallway. I waved to him.
"Something happen to your arm?" He asked, pointing towards the arm Sting had grabbed.
"No," I answered.
He nodded and then proceeded. I stared after him. He never talked much, did he?
Oh well. I was exhausted.