The Prince and the Pauper: Stingue

Flying Chefs

-Sting-

"He has some harmful drugs in his system, which he has taken recently." The nurse whisperedhurriedly into my ear, as we stood outside the room.

I glazed at the whitewashed walls and stared. I couldn't except more from a homeless kid. People like that would do anything to remain alive even if it meant sinning and harming themselves. Survival was the key in this world and it didn't matter how you did it, so long as you continue to exist. Survival of the fittest: simple human nature. It's been like this since evolution. Those who couldn't provide for themselves would do anything to be able to cling on to there insignificant lives.

"I understand. Is that all?" I asked as I forced my eyes away from the walls and into the nurses emerald green eyes.

"Yes. Other than that he's completely fine. His immune system is top notch and he has no known diseases at the current moment. There's nothing genetically wrong with him; is that all you wanted to know?" She said briskly. Her hand gripped onto her clipboard and her feet tapped impatiently. She flicked a strand of hair behind her ear and didn't break eye contact once.

"Yes. Thanks." I muttered. The nurse opened the door and inside the boy sat there, rubbing the part that was injected. The nurse stood with her back at the door indicating she wanted him to leave. He stood up and picked up his jumper and nodded at her politely before leaving.

Once we were an earshot away from the clinic, I grabbed his arm and looked at his crimson eyes. They were quite beautiful however now wasn't the time to day dream about it.

"If you want me to help you, never do drugs again!" I stared at him and saw a mixture of shock, confusion then acceptance when he finally nodded.
"Good." I smiled at him and opened the door to the limo and he pushed himself in.

"How was it?" Laxus asked. He removed his headphones and out away his phone and turned back to look at us.

"It was okay. Now take me home, please!" I sighed and leaned back into the soft but firm seat. I tilted my neck back to stare at the small window at the top of the limo and watched the clouds wiz past.

Once the limo stopped I lead the boy all the way up to the penthouse suite and of his mouth obviously started scraping the floor again.

"Whats your name?" I asked as I gave him a pen and paper. He gingerly took them into his hands and settled down into the coffee table. He took the pen and his hand shook roughly as he began to write in a horrible hand writing. I vaguely made out a letter R then either an A or an O. After he was finished it took me a good 5 minutes to guess it was either Rayae or Rogue. I went with the latter.

"Rogue?" His eyes widened as though he hadn't heard his name in so long. He spun his finger to show he wanted me to repeat it.

"Rogue?" He nodded and for the first time I saw him smile.

"So what do you cupcakes want to eat?" Freed called out. Freed is the family's personal chef and obviously Laxus' lover but neither wants to confess the evident love between them. He has long grassy green hair and brown eyes. He had a playful smile and today he wore his 'Kiss the Chef' apron. Unless Laxus was here no one would do that. One thing you should know about Freed: he was a martial art fanatic.

He brought out his cutting knife and waved it in the air whilst making weird sounds that would offend anyone from Far East Asia. He kicked at the air and did a back flip and landed on the coffee table. He smiled down at us and stuck his knife back in it's wannabe-scabbard.

"And what's your name my little ray of sunshine." He said grinning.

"His names Rogue and he's doesn't really talk." I answered for him. I stared at Rogue and he was regaining himself from the shock of a flying chef.

"Well then I'll make my fanciest dish just for you." He replied and skipped of into the kitchen.

"How about I get you, your own apartment?" I said tapping my chin whilst Rogue tried to remember how to breathe.