The Prince and the Pauper: Stingue

Sinless Days

-Sting-

Running faster and faster and faster, like always, I didn't look back.

'What was he thinking, right now? How did he feel? Was he hurting? Why am I not there for him, when he needs me to be?'

Rushing out of the apartment, I ran. My feet dragging behind, my heart wanted to burst from my body and be right there; right there next him, right there next to Rogue. He didn't deserve to cry tears of sadness nor grief. He didn't deserve to hurt. Rogue needed to smile, someone who lived such a pathetically sad life- that it was nearly funny- deserved at least a bit of happiness.

It started to rain.

Some heard thunder and saw lightening. I heard a quiet piano and I could see it playing a quiet sonata. Nothing could be heard but you could see the beauty... I could see it crying to be heard. Yet people only looked at its beauty and stillness and assumed it was happy...

It reminded me of Rogue...

****

"I... I simply came because I was curious," Cobra muttered as I cautiously stepped through the door. He's sniffing echoed the room and his tears soaked the floor. Nothing different could be seen from Rogues place- which filled me with some sick sense of relief. His books piled on the table and the living room as speckless as usual.

"Curious? Curious of what, and why're you here? I thought you hated me?" I asked through gritted teeth. Cobra may of been my brother and I loved him to hell and back, however that didn't mean the feeling was mutual. He could hurt me over and over again and it wouldn't effect him in the slightest. Always using the same excuse to break my heart. How many times must he hurt me till he's satisfied?

"I..." He cleared his throat, never holding eye contact, "I was curious about your friend, Rogue, so I looked him up... Basically researched his life." He began to shuffle on the stop and his hands couldn't stop moving- whether it be scratching his head or simply tapping his fingers on his leg.

"Is that even legal?"

"Most likely it is legal... Anyways, I found out his mother died along time ago, so I felt bad for the him and came here to give him my sincere condolences... But apparently he had no memory of his mother- or shadow as he called it- dying..."

"What?"

"He then left as soon as grandpa came in. Grandpa Natsu tried to stop him but... He ran off somewhere. I'm sorry, I shouldn't of come here or said anything... I'm sorry, sorry for everything."

"It's okay, it doesn't matter anymore, I have to go and find Rogue!"

****

There was a scarred sky. The raging wind howling and whipping through the air, tearing at my skin as I fought back. The clouds were the gun barrels, and the rain were the bullets being fired endlessly at the earth. Storming down at such speed I felt at though I was bleeding. Was the sky so sad, it's tears actually hurt. I wondered if Rogue tears would hurt me more.

The rain wouldn't stop...

A cemetery, is where I ended up.