A Shadow's Light

Life isn't fair

The soft blankets cushioned Sting's back as he rolled onto his side, murmuring under his breath, glancing towards the window. He stared blankly, simplying glaring at it, shuffling uncomfortably. A voice suddenly pierced the quiet, silencing the bird's melody and awakening Sting back to reality.

" Sting-kunnn!! You need to wake up now! We have to go! " Lector's voice arose from the other room. Sting slowly sat up, groaning as he scratched the back of his head. As his legs fell over the side of the bed, the cold air clutched to his skin. He never wore a shirt to bed, and only ever wore light leathered boxers, if anything.

A scowl was placed on his lips as he slowly began to get out of me, lifting himself onto his own to feet and staring at the door. Hesitantly, he began to walk towards the door, reaching his and for the knob then..-BAM. The door flung open, swinging towards Sting and sending him sprawling across the floor.

Sting stared up in utter disappointment.. and anger. Lector stared back with an ' Oops, sorry. ' kind of look. He murred softly at his fellow companian. Then he slowly stood up again, rubbing the back of his head and continuing his walk through the door.

As he walked out the door, he continued to murmur things under his breath, as if he were to be talking to himself. His speed sped up into a small jog as he made his way into the living room, then immediately stopping.

" Why did I come here for.. " He questioned out loud. " Sting-kun!! You need to get ready! " Lector protested. Sting snapped his fingers quickly before sharply turning around and walking back towards his room, speeding in and slamming the door.

As Lector waited outside, it wasn't long before Sting made his way out, dressed for an appropriate type of evening. Some time of business job. Thing. Yeah. That.

Sting didn't look the least bit pleased, rushing out the door as he did up some of the buttons on his shirt, grabbing his keys on the way out just in time before the door slammed behind him. He looked down to make sure Lector had made it out safely, and sure enough, he was behind him in an instant. It felt like weight was lifted off his shoulders, as he ran outside. 

For what seemed like an eternity, Sting finally made it to his car. When Lector finally jumped into the passenger seat, Sting drove out the parking spot and sped out onto the road. The speed was overwhelming, and to Lector, it felt like he was literally dragging it along the road.

After about twenty minutes of driving, Sting pulled out in front of a tall, glass-looking building. He glanced over to Lector with a sweet, yet stressed, smile. " Are you coming or gonna sit here looking pretty all day? " He retorted.

Lector blushed at his comment, and taken by his words, simply nodded his head. Before realizing what was said. " Hey! I am not cute! "

" I said pretty, not cute. "

Lector mumbled as Sting began to walk into the building, quickly following after him. The car beeped, signalling Sting had pressed the lock button on the car remote before shoving it into his pockets. All the girls gaped as he walked past, wearing the unusual black suit like a business man would.

Although, his hair and piercings stayed the same, his outfit surely did change his appearence. But his attitude still showed he had his pride, like the bad ass of a high school. As he walked in, he was greeted by a group of serious-looking men, before being guided upstairs to a meeting room.

As he entered, it was full of business people. And clearly, they were all in a total serious mode. " Mr. Eucliffe. You're late and this is a very important matter. " One of the men spoke up. Irritated, and hesitant, Sting took a seat, being the only one left closest to the door.

One of the men stood up and cleared his throat. " As I was saying, the boy we are looking for looks around Mr. Eucliffe's age. No one has gotten much of a glimpse of him because he always disappears before they do. "

This immediately caught Sting's attention, now interested in the situation, he looked up. The same words lingering in his mind.

The boy, young, distant, never caught, never seen..

It couldn't be..

He rushed out quickly, pushing through the crowd, or anyone that got in his way, before seperating himself in a turn. Pushing himself up against the wall, he breathed out heavily, growling in his throat.

Lector had a concerned look on his face, following after him in a hurry. " Sting-kun, we're going to be late. I'm sure if Rogue-kun was here he wo- " The slam of Sting's fist against the wall cut off Lector's sentence, leaving them standing there in total silence.

In the midst of the silence, Sting whispered harshly. " He's going to return, He will. " Lector stared up ar him in shock, watching a tear slowly fall down the corner of Sting's eye. Suddenly, realization struck him and he watched Sting begin to tremble.

His body began to shake, as the tear formed a line down his cheek, having short breaths. " Sting-kun.. " Lector whispered loudly, worried about his friend.

Suddenly, Sting dropped to his knees, trying to hold back the fact he was crying. His teeth clenched, as well as his fists, inhaling sharply every few seconds. " It's not fair.. " He mumbled through his breaths. " Sting-kun? Are you okay? " Lector quickly questioned him.

" It's not fair.. " He repeated, looking into the eyes of his friends, before he blacked out.