Rogue Cheney x Reader

Chapter 38: Whether or Not

[A/N]:

A little something I put together since it's about time I finally update again. A lot of crap's going down in Fairy Tail's manga, right? Yeah. So many things are going on.

Anyway, I'd just like to remind y'all about the Q & A. Feel free to PM me AS MANY questions as you want! The deadline for the questions is on August 1, and the Q & A will be up the same [or the next] day. Anyways, onto the chapter! I apologize in advance if it's really short!

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Everybody was silent after Yukino slapped Sting across the cheek. It wasn't like Yukino to resort to violence, since she seemed like the type to always ask politely and have this flowery aura around her, so when she slapped Sting across the cheek, everyone was in shock.

Even Rogue.

Rogue.

Yukino suddenly started shaking, and that was when everybody knew she had reverted back to her old self. "You--you are the master, that's exactly why...at times like these, you need to encourage everyone!"

"Yukino," Sting mumbled, quickly turning away in embarassment.

"I know you have just the power to do that," the white-haired girl said softly, "I believe in you. We--we all believe in you, Master."

Sting suddenly grabbed Yukino's hand with both of his own, looking down at it. "I'm sorry, Yukino...that must have hurt you."

"N-not at all!" Yukino quickly exclaimed, turning red, "I'm the one who hit you after all! I'm really, really sorry if it stung you."

"Having to knock some sense into a pathetic guild master like me-"

"Damn right about that," Rogue interrupted, making you snicker.

Rogue smirked smugly, looking exactly like Sting when he was being a little bastard. Sting rolled his eyes, deciding to continue despite Rogue's encouraging words. "There's no way it wouldn't hurt."

"I...I have no idea what came over me," Yukino stammered, "please excuse my actions."

Sting dismissed the thought with a wave of his hand, making Yukino visibly relax. "Thanks, Yukino...for opening my eyes. We're going to continue to grow, and surpass every challenge that comes our way."

"Listen up! If you can move, then stand up and follow me! We tigers haven't eaten our fill, so we're going start feasting for five days straight, starting now!"

>>TIME SKIP<<

After taking out another of the enemy's soldiers, Rogue smirked at Sting, before he grinned. "Ya hear that, Master 'Crybaby'?"

Sting's left eye twitched before he glared at Rogue, his infamous smug smirk forming on his face. "Oh you're one to talk. Remeber when you bawled your ass off when (Y/N) had disappeared?"

"You promised never to bring that up, you bastard!"

"You started it! You're gonna have to face the consequences!" Sting countered, his temper flaring, "Crybaby! Grow some balls, will ya? At the rate you're going, I'll have children first!"

"Yeah but at least I got a girlfriend first!" Rogue snapped, "And at least I got the balls to confess without ASKING SOMEBODY ELSE FOR HELP!"

Sting was speechless for a good two seconds (New world record) but he quickly came up with yet another stupid thing to say. After all, he was Sting. "Sure you got the balls to just confess, but the both of us know I'm getting laid first! I mean, look at me, and look at you!"

"The hell does that have to do with anything?!" Rogue questioned, "Do not bring that into this! That doesn't have to do with anything!"

Sting looked incredibly offended. "Whether you get laid or not is a very important matter, Cheney! Actually, it's better if you don't have any children!"

"And why's that?!"

"You'd probably name then after Frosch or something and you'd make them wear the same frog suit thing you always make Frosch wear!" Sting yelled, "You might as well marry the damned cat!"

"You son of a-!"

By now, both boys were fuming and ready to go at each other. You were eavesdropping on their lovely conversation and when the two of them were about to try and kill each other, you decided to step in. You did not want to deal with two hormonal teenage boys.

You grabbed the both of them by their hair, making them make whining noises. The two of them begged for you to let go of their "precious hair" [Sting's exact words] but you didn't listen. You wanted the cocky bastard and the emo to have a piece of your mind.

"Listen, boys," you said dangerously, making both of their whines cease immediately. It was a given to shut up and listen whenever you used that tone, "you may kill each other over something as trivial as boobs and getting laid after this battle is over. Got it?"

"Yes ma'am! I'm very very sorry, ma'am!" Sting quickly exclaimed, "I won't do it again!"

You quickly let go of both of their hair, making both boys sigh in relief. You rolled your eyes when Sting ran his fingers through his hair, in an attempt to fix it. Within a few minutes, both boys were at it again, this time, the both of them were arguing about who was going to become guild master if ever Sting wouldn't make it back.

"It should be our lady!" Sting yelled for the tenth time, "She is the previous master's daughter after all! She deserves to be the next master! She has the right!"

"I think it should be (Y/N)!"

"That's completely biased!"

"And if yours isn't any more biased-er!"

"That isn't even a real word! You're supposed to be the smart one!"

Rogue raised his eyebrow, "So you admit you're the dumber one in this relationship? The almighty Sting Eucliffe finally bows down to somebody--are you sure you didn't hit your head or anything?"

"I'm a guild master, I have a girlfriend, I have a great personality," Sting said, counting off each thing with one of his fingers, "and I'm also super hot-"

"I beg to differ."

"You're just jealous I'm gonna get laid and have children before you! And I'm also gonna make sure they have great names! Not something dumb like Froschii and Fraschk!" Sting yelled.

Yet again, the two boys were beyond pissed and this time, Sting didn't hesistate when he lunged towards Rogue. There was a sudden bright light, and when it had faded away, the first thing that happened was Sting crashing into you, knocking you both to the ground.

It was more annoying than it was awkward

"Sting."

"Yeah?"

"I'd great appreciate it if you got off of me."

"...oh."