punk hazard: gratsu

Awkward but Nice... Soup?

"How long has it been?" Sting huffed as he clung on the the next ledge heaving himself up the tall and towering cliff.

The sun was beating down on the two dragon slayers as they journeyed on their quest to find Cobra.

Sting's hands muddy and his clothes already ripped. Sting wiped the sweat off his brow as he continued his voyage up the steep cliff. He squinted his eyes and looked up to see Rogue glaring down at him.

"9 minutes."

Rogue stood on top of the two metre slope, that Sting struggled to climb up.

"It is two hundred centimetres, you imbecile. " Rogue squat down and grabbed Stings shirt and yanked him up. Which of course caused Sting to fly over him and fall flat on his back.

A/N: To all you idiots who don't know. 2 hundred centimetres is 2 metres. I don't know what that is in inches and feet. I'm not American. I speak on behalf of the 'REST' of the world.

He groaned as he rubbed his back, his face twisted with agony and embarrassment.

He stood up and looked away. A small grin creeping up on his lips.

"I am entirely aware that you are smiling and you are deliberately are acting like a fool. Since it's the same amount as usual, I would perceive this quite predictable. I should be accustomed to this much at least." Rogue passed him, leaving Sting.

"I think I understood those sentences...."

Sting caught up to Rogue, and started walking by his side. Rogue's hand brushed against the other dragon slayer causing Sting to blush, his face burning with different hues of red. Rogue looked over at him.

"Are you alright?" Rogue asked, touching his shoulder. He tilted his head and his eyesbrows were scrunched together, making him look adorable.

Sting shrugged his hand off and nodded. He bit his lip, trying to contain himself. 'Am I falling for him?' This question kept replaying through his mind like a broken music player. On repeat again and again.

'No that's impossible.' Sting concluded. Better he didn't fall in love with the scarlet eyed boy since that would be too troublesome.

The two continued there journey to find Cobra. Rogue kept talking all fancy and Sting range of vocabulary expanded as Rogue defined every word he used. Which became quite annoying for him.

They passed dark, eerie and dangerous forests. The trees branches clawing at there throats. The ground clustered with death and tragedy. One foot step in there and you won't ever come out. Probably because there were poisonous snakes. Poisonous mushrooms. Poisonous leaves. Carnivores bunnies and man-eating exceeds.

Later they passed some mountains that looked like Mavis had a tantrum and broke them all. They were so misshaped and ugly looking that they reminded me the two off the food Erza cooked.

Sting stopped and stared into the clouds. He hadn't seen Erza since the wedding. She went off to a mission in the Land of Iron. She was supposed to return ages ago... But where was she? She always had this thing for Cobra when she was little and Sting thought she'd be over it.

She can't of joined Cobra. She wouldn't betray her country for love.

"We are going to camp here." Rogue announced. Rogue pointed at a small clearing. The sun had disappeared into the horizon and the moon had taken it's place. Sting shook his head trying to physically get the negative thoughts out.

Rogue began to set up the camp as quickly as possible. Sting tried to help him but Rogue was doing it all perfectly by himself. Sting just watched as Rogue did his work.

He collected wood, set up the fire, made the tents, cooked the meal.

Sting stared in awe, as he sat on a piece of log. "You're awesome! You can do it all by yourself!" Rogue stopped stirring the soup that he was cooking. He looked up at Sting.

"It not that you are amazed. It is just that you cannot believe that you cannot do this much, so you are shocked that someone else can." Rogue bluntly said.

"You're so mean!" Sting answered a few minutes later after his brain finally comprehended what had Rogue said.

After the meal was cooked the two sat in silence and ate quietly. It wasn't awkward since Rogue didn't even give Sting a second glance after giving him the food.

After he finished his meal, Rogue got up and crawled into his tent. 'No goodnight?' Sting wondered.

****

As Sting lay on his sleeping, a storm blew over. Lightening scarred the sky. Thunder boomed and Sting remembered he was scared of the dark. And the lightening wasn't making it any better since it formed shadows that reminded the teen of a Death reaper and his scythe.

Sting crawled out and tip toed to the neighbouring tent. He didn't know whether to knock. But it was a tent. It wasn't impossible. "Rogue." He whispered as another scary shadow formed behind him.

Rogue unzipped his tent and glared at the idiot who woke him up.

"Can I stay with you?" Sting asked quietly whispering. He feared those shadows would take human form and kill him. Or even worse... Kill Rogue.

Rogue rolled his eyes and crawled back in leaving the tent door unzipped which may of meant 'yes'. Sting crawled zipping the tent up before he laid down on pile of blankets.

Sting shuffled to the far end of the tent and tilted his head so he could look at Rogue. Rogue was lying on his side so his back was to Sting.

Rogue turned off the the small lamp that lit up the room. The whole room was now completely dark, just the way Rogue liked it. Sting on the other hand was shivering and trying not to scream out in fear.

He heard Rogue sigh as he turned on the lamp. "You may sleep alongside me... If you are so frightened." Sting pouted as he slowly let loose of his blanket that was a small make shift shield to protect him from the scary shadows.
He shuffled closer to Rogue, never looking Rogue in the eye.

*****

Rogue woke up the next morning with Sting clinging on to him as though his life depended on it. There legs seemed to be tangled with each other and Sting's arms were wrapped around his torso. They didn't talk much last night since Sting slept instantly after being near Rogue.

Rogue shoved the blonde off as he crawled out of the tent to make breakfast.

*****

Sting woke up with Rogue missing. He rushed out of the tent to find a small crater where the fire used to be. Kitchen utensils were burnt to crisp by what seemed to be acid.

Sting sniffed the air to find any traces of Rogue. Soup. Rogue had been making soup. Yum!

Another scent also lingered in the air.

Cobra.

A/N: dun dun dummm. So last two updates left with cliffhangers. MWAHAHAHA

I didn't want loads of Stingue moments since I wanted those two to first be friends before the love began. So that's why there was no convo when they slept.

Also. Some of the questions people asked were useless! And pointless. And some weren't even questions!!!!

So I would appreciate it if people actually asked legit questions.

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