Stings Worries

In a certain town, lies a certain Guild. A Guild full of mishaps and craziness... A Guild that was once feared by many, is now a peaceful, and fun place to be! It's name.... Is SaberTooth......

Chapter one: SaberTooth!

It was late at night, and the Guild of SaberTooth was beginning to clean up after a full day of partying and having fun.... A party that celebrated the new Master of SaberTooth, Sting Eculiffe!"

Sting was just getting ready for bed, when a voice came out from behind him.

"So, Sting?" How was your first day as Master?" Asked a well mannered voice, from behind him. And Sting turned around, knowing exactly who is was.

"Oh, you know, tiring, distracting, somewhat boring..." Ugh..." Sting moaned, slumping his shoulders. As Rufus only nodded.

"Yes, quite true.... Quite true.." Rufus inquired, moving his hands to his back, before settling into a rather relaxed pose.

Sting only moaned tiredly, leaning against the walls, before yawning.

"Oh my, Sting, how long have you been up?!" Rufus gasped, lifting his hat from his head, as he noticed the visible bags underneath Stings' tired eyes.

"Since, well, three, maybe...." Sting muttered, trying to remember, "Only if I had your Magic..." Sting went on, before yawning once more.

"You should get some rest, you are going to need it, for tomorrow." Rufus said, speaking quietly, as Sting only nodded, and made his way down towards his room, where both him, and Rogue stayed.

Sting turned the handle to his room, and opened it, only to find Rogue, asleep, on the couch.

Sting quietly krept past the sleeping DragonSlayer, and opened the door to his bedroom, before hearing rustling coming from nearby.

"Sting...?" So, how did it go?..." Asked a groggy Rogue, and Sting turned, more than ready to fall over in tiredness.

"Look, Rogue.." I'm sorry, but, I'm gonna pass out if I don't get some sleep." Sting replied, only to get an understanding nod from his partner, and went to his bedroom.

"Finally.,,. Sting moaned, as he leaned back, falling into the covers of his bed, and closing his eyes. Falling asleep not long afterwards.

Little did Sting know... Tomorrow was going to be even more... Serious...